Saturday, May 30, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
You know how when you go to a restaurant, you close your menu so the waitstaff knows your ready to order? This is how the girls let me know their bowl is empty. This little crochet circle is a favorite toy and I never know where it will be....until the bowl is empty. Then it ends up in the bowl. Maybe they think I won't notice unless they give me a signal??
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Went back to U of M on Friday to get my new battery checked out. This is what it looks like and I am holding the demo unit right over the spot mine is occupying. The leads that go into my heart are attached into the clear part on top (although I think mine might be sitting sideways). OH...this one is wireless...it will be reporting in while I am sleeping...amazing, huh?
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Ok, I have heard of hi-jacking and car-jacking...understand the purpose of both...but MUD-jacking?
So what, you find a mud pile and dig it up and take off with it...but why? And who would care? Do you call the pigs for the ransom? Do you just abandon it on the banks of a river? Is there a black market for it...for mud facials? Wrestling matches with girls in bikinis? Is it pharmaceutical grade? I almost missed my exit trying to figure it all out.
Oh....and would you really advertise that you were going to mudjack?
Life sure is strange....
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Debbi's husband, Marty, has set us straight on the meaning of the so-called Cinco de Mayo. A long, long time ago the natives of what is now Mexico had a tyrant dictator and he forced the people to eat mayonaisse. The people hated the mayo and in rebellion threw it in the sink....thus..Sink-o De Mayo.