Summing it Up...

Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Spoils of War (?)

It looks as if a massacre had happened in our back yard....
or, perhaps, the lawnmower ran over a rabbit, or even a corgi.
How horrid the headlines would tragic.

Of course, none of those things occurred...

It was a common, everyday thing...happening across America.

Just the simple act of Saturday night baths in a (corgi) kid household. It wasn't pretty. Oh my was a hairy experience indeed!

The snapping, the snarling...from Jim and I, hee hee.

The dogs, mildly, gave up the battle, and meekly accepted their fate.
Suds, towel rubbing and worst of all...the dreaded b-r-u-s-h-i-n-g.

But....we're all the better for the experience. Amen.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Fall Antics...

Do you explore Etsy? I visit that site daily. It's just amazing, how talented women are, across the country, creating and selling their wares. It's brought the idea of the cottage industry back. highpriestesschaos is a favorite stop on Etsy, and she is so creative, and sarcastic, that you just have to love her stuff. Go take a peek. The photo is one of her works, and she never fails to make me snicker.

I've decided that I'm a glutton for punishment. Tomorrow is the annual Yard Sale in our front lawn. Josh is my right hand for this event, and I ply him with diet cherry cokes in payment, to keep him happy. What mother in their right mind would condone rat poison down their son's gullet? Sigh....he's 36, and it's his worst vice, so be it. Amen....and, a mama's gotta use what works!

Still trying to figure out if all the work involved, readying for a YaRd SaLe is worth all the trouble...financially, that is. What you do gain, is space. That is about the only plus in this venture I fear.

My MIL filled about eight boxes of baskets, craft supplies, measured material from her stash. It'll go like hotcakes. Melody, who hosts the Herbfest booth with me will bring antiques, linens, quilts, and primitive items. Her stuff sells like hotcakes.
Josh said he will be contributing to our sale as well. Last year he made necklaces using a wide array of beads in glorious colors and played salesmen, selling many at two dollars each. I never know what he's been creating in his secret laboratory.

Most of our items are out of the rv. The rv is listed on Craig's list, and while many ask for photos and email questions, no nibbles yet. We went back to work, and a perfectly wonderful diesel motorhome is sitting in our driveway, aching for a road trip. We plan to take a four day get-a-way the second weekend in October. We're going to run amok, and head up the west coast of Michigan. (Monica...look out, we may stop and see you!) There are lighthouses to see, and the waves on Lake Michigan. It's a favorite trip of mine, taken in previous years with my Mom, and once with Mom and Josh. We'll have to clean out the motorhome again, but who cares. We're treating ourselves to this for our fall birthdays. Forget the cake, we just wanted to escape in the corgi doghouse on wheels just once more.
Anyhoo, TMI, I'm sure.

Stopped on a country road this morning to pick some bittersweet. The fence row was up a hill. There was a ditch in front of the hill. I grabbed the twined branches and hung on for dear life, straddling the ditch, and tore off a few precious pieces of orangey prettiness. Made me think of Holly (Penniwig) who loves this stuff. Must find's the mantra in my brain now....must find more....

Wishing you all a pleasant, perfectly wonderful nearly Autumn weekend. It's a wonderful time of the year, ain't it so?
Hugs, Corgidogmama

Thursday, September 09, 2010

There are flowers enough in the summertime,
More flowers than I can remember—
But none with the purple, gold, and red
That dyes the flowers of September!

–Mary Howitt (1799–1888)

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Adventures of "CoRg-ZiLLa"...a short story (of nonsense).

This week I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and join in on Angela's meme.
We call Jake, our male corgi, who will be eleven next March, "the normal one."
He's laid back, has good manners, is active, doesn't bark, and is even tempered. He's a coward, but he's lovable.

Then....there's Addie. Addie was two when she came to us, and she was packing lots of baggage. Both in mind, and on her hips. She was pushing forty pounds, and was a snarling hunk of corgi. She grew up in horse stalls, and didn't socialize much. Her world opened up a great deal after coming to us. She became a traveling dog in the corgidoghouse on wheels, and met many folks and their pups in campgrounds. She's mellowed a great deal, in the six and a half years we've had her...however, she's still a snarly, bossy, demanding, barky female with attitude. At least she's down to thirty pounds now, but I digress...

When we visit our animal friends on our country road runs, she becomes the dreaded CoRg-Zilla. In five seconds, she can empty several fields full of bleating sheep. With one high pitched bark and a pop up stunt like a jack in the box, she can set off a crowd of woolly four legged creatures into a unit of fleeting fluff. It's incredible to watch. Sheep mentality amazes me! One yip, and ZoOm...they're gone!

She was SO proud of herself, and seemed to say, "OK Mom, my work is done here, let's move it along!"
She looks so sweet, doesn't she? Underneath that corgi fuzz is an alpha monster.
She's all bluff, and now, we realize it. We both thought that we had made a huge mistake the night we brought her home. Luckily, she's our little girl...but a mouthy one.

Y'all come back now...

Y'all come back now...

Everyone is special, and counts!