Appearances Can Be Deceiving...

at least when you have Blind-As-A-Blind-Bat vision...or limited attention span...and I can raise my hand on both of those...

I thought the garden was all petered out except for these spider lilies that I completely forgot I planted*...so, nice surprise there...

once I was out & about with my camera, I decided to taunt MB, a northern friend of mine, with this shot...the woman can gather up buckets of osage oranges that are crazy beautiful but, somehow, I still find myself pickin' up dirty old magnolia pods for her...

and then I noticed some blooms here...a couple more here...and I realize this garden is still bloomin' along...and that makes me smile...

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*I truly cannot remember these at all...I wonder if they have been lurkin' under the dirt for the 5 years we've been here, just waitin' for the right time to pop up...but I love these...my granma grew these alongside of her house in Thunderbolt...and since they weren't blooming when we moved away from Thunderbolt, well, I didn't get the chance to bring any along with me...I've regretted that...that and the Snowdrops that didn't come along either...

and what is this strange weed that grew up in one of my butterfly bushes?! it has papery pods that remind me of the orange Chinese lantern pods but I don't know...

Re-Purposing That Cooking Spray

around the house...

You may know this...might never have crossed your mind...

but if you have one or more of these who like to *L*I*C*K * whatever/whomever cannot run away fast enough...

or one of these who likes to get into everything not intended to be gotten into...then try using your cooking spray on those Squeaking Door Hinges because that ceaseless squeaking will drive a person to Crazy Land...

I mean I'm not an expert or anything on this* but I figure slurpin' up WD-40 is probably not good for one's gastric system, human or otherwise...so I'll just be on the safe side and try to avoid that tragedy-waiting-to-happen-slash-ginormous-vet-bill...I believe we're already financing a new wing on the vet clinic as is**

First, my closet door started...eeeek eeeeeeek eeeeeeekkkk...and every time during the of the day that damn door eeked at me, I'd make a mental note: Spray Hinges...that went on for at least 3 or 4 weeks...Additional Footnote: the laundry basket resides in my closet so DH is in & out of that closet several times a day too...just sayin'...

Then, the garage door started....eeeek wweeeeeeeeeeellll...Mental Note: spray hinges...Footnote: DH is in & out of this door more than I can count...

Then one of the interior french doors started...errrrrreeeeeekkkkkk...Mental Note: Doesn't this bother him*** at all?...Spray Damn Hinges My Own Damn Self...We won't even bother with the Footnote here, okay?

Yesterday, it became a Matter of Sanity to, finally, make myself stop in the middle of going from Point A to Point B in the house cleaning, go to the kitchen, get the spray and Take Care of Business...

aaaahhhh....sweet non-squeaking door silence...

The Cherry on Top? DH wanders up to the last door where I'm spraying, swingin' door widely to-and-fro to work the spray in, spraying again...and says "aren't you just the little Miss DIY..."

Don't worry...he only got The Stare****...

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*as I said: Not a professional on squeaking door hinges or using cooking spray on them...don't have a fit if you do it and you get a funky residue or the finish comes off...I'm just sayin' I've done it for years without a problem...that's all...will not be financing all new hinges in your house :)

**L-O-V-E our vet...but, seriously? with all the FB (Furry Babies) that shack up here, our vet bills already sit right next to our mortgage in the Expense Category...

***of course not...

****Not the Assault with the Cooking Spray he was buckin' for...

Ever Have One of Those Days

when nothing will do but some blog time
3 candy bars


and a big diet coke?

apparently? I did...

Just sayin'...

I'd link up to Wow Us Wednesday but I'm not sure
it is the kind of Wow Miss Kim has in mind...

R. I. P.

my dear Sally

I gave it my best shot, but simply could not get Sally the Sourdough Starter to thrive...

Um, Beg Pardon...

but is it supposed to look like this? I mean, seriously? I'm thinkin' this is either some Kick Ass Sourdough Starter or a guaranteed jail term after I kill somebody off with this stuff...

Bart appears to be leanin' towards the jail time option...
Typically, situations like this whole sourdough mess begin with my good intentions...good intentions and an impressive lack of actual knowledge...

"by gum, I'm going to actually do some of these cool things in the magazines I buy!"*
Generally, this is when my closest and oldest friends dissolve into helpless laughter**....

It smells sour...so that is a good sign? maybe? yes? no?

Sally (yes, I've named her so I'm under even greater pressure to keep this thing alive) looks like this after her mid-day feeding...Okay, open for opinions here...

although, at this stage of the game (meaning after being caught several times dubiously staring into the jar, giving a half-hearted swish with my wooden spoon and then putting Sally back into the pantry), I'm pretty sure even Hubby won't consider eating anything that evolves out of this project...and I'm even more certain I won't...

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*sort of trying to justify the ridiculous amount of $ I spend each month on magazines...and we're not even talkin' about the ones that arrive courtesy of our lovely mail lady...

**and then I get to hear all of the Remember When You Tried stories...