Terrific Tuesday Tunes

Rock rock rock rock rock'n'roll high school!!!!

Don't know what triggered this little walk down Memory Lane, but I'll take a stroll. Wanna come with me? :D

In a word.... fail.

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Terrific Tuesday Tunes

DD was on a 70's kick the other day, and we listened to her mix tape of 70's disco and funk. She and DS just lurve this song.

Enjoy this version -- it's the MUPPETS! (love em love em love em)

Attack of the MUTANT CARROTS!

RUN!

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

IF YOU DON'T, THIS CARROT MIGHT JUST OUT RUN YOU!

Seriously, what's with this MUTANT carrot? Three legs? GAH -- it's FREAKING ME OUT!

I tell ya, we must live over a toxic waste dump.





IT'S COMING FOR YOOOOOOOOUUUUUUU......!!!

LOLCATS...er...LOLFISH?

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Meet Stash

This is Stash.

See, he has half a mustache. So the name we gave him is also half a mustache.

Hence, Stash or Stashie. (Should be spelled "Stache" or "Stachie", but who would pronounce it correctly?)

Stash is an older gentleman who has decided that two houses in our neighborhood are wonderful places to hang out -- our house and the house of our across-the-street neighbors.

However, our across-the-street neighbors currently own an eeeeeeevil boxer named Thor.

Thor likes cats.

Thor likes cats on bread with a little mayonnaise.

We don't like Thor.

Our across-the-street neighbors are concerned for Stashie's welfare because they would hate for Thor to somehow get out and have an unscheduled lunch. Together, we've been trying to convince Stashie that THIS house is a better house to hang out.

As is evidenced in the photograph, Stashie is starting to get the idea. I'm sure that, being a stray, he probably hasn't had an un-interrupted sleep in, oh.... ever. The day I took this photo, he tried out the couch, found it to his liking, and was out COLD. The kids were making all kinds of noise, we talked right over him, the tv was on... he didn't budge once. How sweet that he felt protected enough to sleep that hard!

We think Stash is probably about six or seven years old. He's HUGE -- tall and long (not fat). He's a neutered male, so he must have belonged to someone, once. He deals with Sadie, our very put-upon border collie mix, but doesn't pretend to like her. At some point in his life, someone shut a door on his tail, because it kinks in two different places which are about the same distance apart as the thickness of a door. He's smart -- he's figured our "Wanna eat?" and "Wanna go out?" fairly quickly. We've also discovered that he is a real lap cat. Since he's so big, though, he has trouble fitting all his limbs in our laps, and ends up in the funniest positions trying to keep all his legs in the general vicinity. :)

If we can get him to stay inside, I think he'll make a fine successor to our dear Soco, who passed away almost two years ago.

Looks like we've got a new member in The Alphabet Gang. Who knew we were going to add an "S"? I thought we were going for "F" next? :D

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Terrific Tuesday Tunes

A little late in the day, but still got it on Tuesday!

This song really dates me, but that's life. Another one of those songs that my mom used to play alot. When I showed her this video, she said she even had a goat skin coat like one of the singers (actually, I think the one wearing her coat is a guy.) Quite the fashionable one, my mom!

.....I remember that coat... it had an ODD smell. :P

Pssst... Guess what?

Lost two of those three pounds I've been fretting over.

In the words of London Tipton...

"Yay, me!"



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You're 16, You're Beautiful, and You're Mine

Well, all OURS.

DD went to a friends Sweet 16 party this past weekend. I think she looks lovely. What a heartbreaker she's turned into! :)

Terrific Tuesday Tunes

A nod to yesterday's entry...

These Dreams...

...go on when I close my eyes.... Heart

I've been on my weight loss journey for quite awhile. Recently, however, I had a little setback. After having gone all the way to 28 pounds lost... I gained back three. :(

I know that it's okay. I'm not beating myself up over it. I'm not going to let this derail my plans. However, it's been weighing heavily on my mind. I found out just how heavily last night.

I dreamt that I was on one of those weight loss reality shows, like "Biggest Loser." O_O

In the dream, I could see that specific contestants were chosen because of their ability to create drama. These were people who knew how to push other people's buttons and they enjoyed doing it.

There was the "Back Off" queen, who reveled in getting in other people's faces -- "What did you just say to my friend? Are you bothering her?"

There was the "Backstabber" professional, who would say someting nice to your face and then run off to say something evil about you to everyone else.

And then lots of other hangers-on, you know the type.

So, in the dream, apparently we had been on the show for a little while already. As a reward for having lost a certain amount of weight, we were going to have dinner at a nice restaurant in a mall. (I know, "nice restaurant" and "in a mall" are two phrases that rarely show up in the same sentence. hee hee) However, we had to complete a challenge before we could go eat. We were given "hobby horses", kind of like this one...















...only, because this was a dream, they were camels, not horses, and they were eight.feet.high.

Right.

Then we were told that we had to ride them down the length of the mall to the restaurant. Apparently, we had to get them bouncing and move them that way.

O_O

I didn't have any problems, but one of the contestants got hers bouncing so hard (because of her weight) that she actually managed to hit her head on the ceiling of the mall. Remember, these things were eight feet high to begin with.

Weird weird weird.

Once we got to the restaurant, we had to find our place markers. When I found mine, there was my dinner, already ordered, ???, and in a "To Go" box! Everyone else got to sit down, look at the menu and choose what they wanted, but I had to eat what was in the "To Go" box! At least it was still warm -- when I opened the box, steam rose from it. But I couldn't see what was inside.

And then I woke up.

Analysis, Dr. Freud?

On this weight loss journey, I have not restricted myself in what I eat, only in portion sizes. So the whole "To Go" box thing is really confusing. It sounds like I'm thinking I am only allowed to eat what someone else has deemed correct for me, but that's not the case at all. That one has me stumped.

As far as being on the weight loss show, I know it's because I am disappointed with gaining some pounds back. I lost a little control, there, and it showed up immediately! :P

As FlyLady says, "Baby steps." (This applies to my weight as well as to my house.) I just need to get back into the "groove" of it all. Jack up my water intake again, snack on good things, and suck it up and walk the dog on the mornings when I work, even though it makes me rush through the rest of my morning to get to work on time.

I can do this. WITHOUT the aid of eight foot high bouncy camels. :D

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There are no words...

It is very hard to make me speechless. I.am.speechless. O_O

The Cos

Another wacky dream....

I dreamt that I was walking on the campus of the college I attended. (Graduated *coughcough* years ago, so that in itself was strange.)

Coming towards me was Bill Cosby. The Cos. Jell-O Pudding and Coca Cola pitchman. Dr. William H. Cosby.

And he saw me.

And made a beeline for me. Me!

"How wonderful to see you!"

Me: "???????"

The Cos: "I missed having you in class. When will you be back?"

Now, granted, I listened to alot of Bill Cosby while I was in college. My friend Jim had practically every Bill Cosby comedy record album and we would listen to them all.the.time. The Cos taught me many things, but never once did he teach them to me in person!

In the dream, we're standing there, he's hugging me, can't wait to see me again when the new classes start, and people are just going around us like seeing Bill Cosby is a normal and everyday occurrence.

Bill, come back! I'd love to take a class with you! :(

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Terrific Tuesday Tunes

My mom used to listen to this song when I was little (yes, I'm dating myself! Hush!).
I remember dancing around the living room in our apartment in Queens to this song.
Ah, youth.



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When did I plant YAMS?

Holy canoli, get a load of THIS!
















To the right, the normal twisty, gnarled carrots we harvest (because we didn't thin them, yes, yes, we know...).

On the left, the GINORMOUS carrot-THING I pulled up. At least, I THINK it's a carrot?

When did I plant YAMS? O_O

















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