Here's the "artsy" photo of the day.
I bought the hubby an old sleigh several years ago.
It was to be a lawn ornament of sorts.
Things tend to fall apart around here.
NOW, for yesterday's big news. My little family adventure made the front page of the Xenia Daily Gazette, my hometown newspaper. I guess it was a nice change from the plant closings they usually have.
How did this happen? I called them and suggested that this would be a great human interest story. When I told Grizzly son that an interview was going to happen, and the mama demanded his presence, he was almost speechless. He sputtered and protested, but I won in the end. He even took a shower.
And he got his picture in the paper.
The girlfriend came along too and participated but she sort of got left out of the story. Just so you know, her name is Jamie.
Our reporter, Aaron, was delightful. We loved him. But you didn't have to put my age on the front page! Jeesh.
Thanks anyway for getting the blog out there for me.
A moose poop ornament may be in the works for you young man.
Fame is just a nano second away. Today Xenia, tomorrow the world.
I just checked out the web cam at Old Faithful.
Wait, there are tourists there. Last time I looked at this there were only bison and snow.
They aren't wearing heavy coats. It's supposed to be cold there and I've packed for cold. The temperature is in the high 50's. Am I packing the wrong things?
The hubby has tied me down so I won't repack.
Have you been following the volcano erupting in
Iceland?
The ash drifting over Europe has delayed flights for an indefinite amount of time. Seems like it clogs up the jet engines and they drop like stones.
Hmmmm.
Do you hear the producers of 2012 dancing a little jig? Nothing like having your disaster movie turn into partial reality.
I mention this because. Who has their hand up? That's right class. I WILL BE LIVING ON TOP OF ONE OF THESE FOR SIX MONTHS!
There's someone else happy with this news. Check this out to see what one of California's finest has come up with http://www.theregister.co.uk/2010/04/13/vivos_bunkers/. If you have $50,000, you can reserve your spot in his upscale bunkers. I can hear the checkbooks opening now.
So, if the Yellowstone volcano goes, just get in your Bentley, pack a few overnight things in your Gucci bag and head to the Mojave Desert near Barstow, California. Hang out for a year or so with a couple hundred of your new best friends.
Gee, are there any flaws with this plan? Don't all talk at once. First of all, and this will be my only point since it's the best, if most of the world has been wiped out, are these wealthy folks going to rebuild it? Will they know how to dig a ditch? Can they grow a garden? Are they too old to reproduce? I could go on, but I'll leave you to add things to the list I don't want in print.
I will not think about this anymore.
Before I go stare at my packed bags and think about starting over, let me share a recipe with you.
This is one of my husband's favorites. It shall be called "Guilt Artichoke Dip."
Drain two cans of artichoke hearts packed in water and chop them up.
Add 3/4 cup of Parmesan or more,
3/4 cup of Mayo or more,
1 teaspoon of lime juice,
1 teaspoon or so of garlic salt,
and some pepper.
Bake at 375 for 20 minutes or so.
Eat with whatever you have...crackers, chips, your fingers, a spoon.
You can tell I care about the amounts. It doesn't really matter. It tastes good because it has Mayo in it.
I also have to make him a malt before he goes to bed.
I'm assuming that he thinks the appliances will shut down when I leave.
And don't any of you feel sorry for him.
You know what he got today? DVR or TiVo or some such television thing that records and skips through commercials and all that.
Picture a contented man in his underwear with five remote controls watching "Red Dawn" five times a day.
It will help ease the pain.





