Monday, December 4, 2017

Barbie Dog and a Big Bird

 Like everyone, I had a busy November.  Nope, I didn't have to prepare one thing for Thanksgiving.  Alyssa took it all over.  Corey and Alyssa work well together.  She cooked everything with little help from me.  Corey took over setting up tables and all the lifting and reaching that Terry usually does.  They invited a longtime friend, his girlfriend and their son.  My grandson Kyle came and it was actually a riotous time after dinner when the kids related stories of when they lived near each other and went to school together.

We did NOT do any Black Friday shopping, however I did buy a few things on line.  On line shopping has become my way to go, except I do like to shop for fabric in person.

When I woke up Thanksgiving morning, I glanced out the kitchen window at the pond on my way to get a cup of coffee.  I did a double take and the first thing that went through my mind was to wonder why we left a yard ornament out when we put the rest away.


 It was a fleeting thought when I realized that was actually a live bird at the pond.  He zeroed in on a fish swimming under the ice.  I was thinking I had to chase him off when I blinked my eye and he was gone.

We live really close to the river and a Blue Heron will occasionally visit looking for a snack.  I wonder how often one visits that I don't see.

On Halloween during the Trick or Treat hours we had two deer visit, but I couldn't get their picture before they ran off.  I was pretty surprised they were where they could be seen with all the people and traffic in our neighborhood.  It was certainly MY treat to see them.
Boscoe and Harley are BFFs.  I love this picture because it shows the difference in their size.  Boscoe weighs about 110 pounds and Harley weighs about 15.  They are together constantly and always playing. 

Tyson rarely plays with Harley.  They do run together but do not play dog games.  I call Harley Boscoe's Barbie Dog.  Their personalities are very much the same.  Corey has told me that he will leave Harley with us when they move and so far he may take Tyson, but I really doubt it.

As you might guess, our house is a circus and it keeps us constantly laughing.




Grateful:  Today I am grateful that Corey, Alyssa and Nic cleared the leaves from our yard this fall.  I have been having a bout of sciatic pain that has been going on since about a week before Thanksgiving and Terry has the Shingles.  This is the second time he has had them.  Don't let anyone tell you that you only get them once.

Tell me something funny.  Tell me a funny story about something that happened this fall or a joke.
We all need to laugh more.
xx, Carol

22 comments:

Debra said...

Ok, I do have a funny story, but it's telling on my husband a little bit-but believe me, I am not in any way putting him down or trying to make him look ridiculous. We live out in the country and we have lots of ticks because of the deer. I've had them on me way too many times, and I will do anything to keep them from riding into my house on someone else. I have to tell you another part of the story so this will make sense. I bring my two geese inside at night because of all the coyotes, raccoons, bobcats, etc. that would kill them if I left them outside. So they have a kiddie pool filled with straw to sleep in, and they love it. It's in our back room off the garage. Anyway, my geese were snug in their bed but my husband had to come through that room to get in the house. I make him strip down to his underwear when he's been working outside because of the ticks. The geese had never seen their 'dad' without his clothes on, and they hissed and stuck their necks out at him. I laughed so hard I cried. They probably wondered where his feathers were!

Jan said...

Your Boscoe and Harley are like my Roscoe and Gunnar. BFF's for sure although they love it when Windy plays with them too. You snapped a great shot of that Great Blue Heron! Good thing you had your camera handy. We see them on our walks occasionally.
here is a joke for you:

A man owned a small farm in Iowa.
The Iowa Dept. of Hourly wages claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him.
"I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them," demanded the agent.

"well, there are my hired hands. One has been with me for 4 years, the other for three. I pay them each $600 a week, plus free room and board. The cook has been here for 18 months and I pay her $500 a week plus free room and board.
Then there's the half-wit that works here about 18 hours a day. He takes home $10 a week and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every week to keep him going," replied the farmer.

"That's the guy I want to talk to...the half-wit," said the agent.

"You're talkin' to him." said the farmer.

FlowerLady Lorraine said...

I'm so sorry to hear about your and Terry's health woes. I pray you'll both be feeling much better soon.

I can't think of anything funny to write, but I will wish you and Terry a wonderful Christmas.

Love & hugs ~ FlowerLady

Jennifer Gail said...

Carol we have an outside wood burning furnace and it has uhh warmed up. I have all the widows open and it's still 78 degrees in the house. We have a wrap around porch and I can hear all my wind chimes clang banging. It would be funny if not for all the heat:)

Jeanna said...

Sounds like a great Thanksgiving Day for you all. My funny story is somewhat kind of mean, too. Our daughter was home just for Thanksgiving Day because she had final exams to study for and left to go back to college Friday morning. She has been super focused and a bit stressed.

My husband cooked the turkey this year but forgot to remove the neck from the cavity when he put it in the oven. It looked very strange when it was done and my daughter asked what it was. For about two hours we had her believing that the turkey was pregnant. (It was a joke I saw on Facebook and couldn't pass it up). She was a bit sad but amused, taking photos and really thinking about it. Well, college girl finally realized that foul come from eggs and it just didn't make sense. We got a laugh out of it but I'm not sure she appreciated the humor.

I am said...

Good morning Carol lovely post and i hope you and Terry get better.
How lovely that you got to see some deers,i agree that laughter and fun is good for the soul,sorry i havent had anything funny happen,hope you have a lovely day my friend xx

Robbie said...

glad you had such a wonderful holiday with your kids/family!!!

Janine @ Rainbow Hare said...

I hope you and Terry both get properly well soon. I wish I could think of a joke but I can't at the moment. If I do, I'll come back! It's love to see your dog photo. They look very comfortable together :)

Rose said...

OH, I feel bad for you two. I have heard shingles are torture. And Roger used to have that sciatic pain, so know something about that.

I am trying to think of a funny story to tell and my mind is blank....I feel like I am forgetting something recent.

Renee said...

I am glad you had a wonderful Thanksgiving! :)

Blue herons are such beautiful birds. Many years ago (when my youngest was still taking naps - he'll be 18 this week), my youngest son and I snuggled in for a nap and startled by the loudest clatter on the roof. I stepped out onto the back patio to look at the roof just as 2 blue herons flew off the roof. In the 7 years we lived in that house, it only happened once. They are magnificent birds. Every now and then, I will see them land in the farmer's field behind our home. (I don't think I would enjoy them as much if we had a pond they were visiting though!)

I hope your sciatic nerve issues clear up soon. As for the Shingles... My mom had 4 bouts of them within less than a year. Her doctor said they were seeing more and more people having recurring outbreaks. Once the last outbreak cleared up, he gave her a vaccine and she has not had another outbreak since (knock on wood...) I hope you husband is feeling better soon!

Studio Maywyn said...

Lawn ornament heron! Thank you for the smiles.
Harley and Boscoe look lovely together. Barbie dog is a fun name
Happy Holidays!

Magpie's Mumblings said...

Having a house that's a circus is not a bad thing - it keeps you busy and involved. So sorry that both you and Terry have been in pain - that's not fun for sure, but so nice that the kids are there to help out.

Timaree said...

It didn’t let me leave a message this morning I don’t think. I didn’t have something funny for you then but I’ve got one now. Glad you had a good Thanksgiving with your grandkids. I didn’t see that your daughter came. That’s a shame. Keep the dogs if they’ll let you; it’s been their home forever already!

And now for the funny:

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, "My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?"The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound unlike anything he's ever heard before. The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. He doesn't sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such a seductive sound.The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk." Distraught, the man is forced to leave.Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the man goes back to the monastery and pleads for the answer again.The monks reply, "We can't tell you. You're not a monk."The man sa,ys, "If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a monk, then please, make me a monk."The monks reply, "You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a monk."The man sets about his task. After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. A monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the monks."In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I traveled the earth and have found what you asked for: By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception."The monks reply, "Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound."The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, "The sound is beyond that door."The monks give him the key, and he opens the door. Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone. The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond.Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The monks say, "This is the last key to the last door."The man is apprehensive to no end. His life's wish is behind that door!With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob, and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound......But, of course, I can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk.

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

I SHOULD have known!! This is a great story. Thanks to everyone that commented whether you shared a story or not.
xx, Carol

Ladydy5 aka: Diane Yates said...

I too noticed three birds sliding on the ice in our birdbath. Haven't put it away just yet.
Hubby went it refilled it for them. Our grass is still green here in East Tennessee. Crazy weather.
Glad you are my internet friend.

maureenlthompson said...

too funny lol

Cathy said...

I have a great story to tell you, but not on a public forum, so I’ll reserve it for an email sometime. Sorry to hear about your pain again and Terry’s shingles. But what a blessing to have had such great help and company over Thanksgiving. Are you sure you want to let them leave, LOL??

KaHolly said...

I was visiting a friend in a very populated area of Massachusetts at Thanksgiving time. Thanksgiving morning, I stepped out the front door quite early in the morning and there were 11 turkeys grazing in the side yard, traffic whizzing by on the busy street. I think they were thumbing there noses at us all!

Nicole Beadwright Campanella said...

This is a wonderful post. Glad you had such a good time for TG. It was a quiet one for us. We like it that way. Something funny..... the other night hubby almost stubbed his toe on the edge of the book shelf. He took in a deep breath and then asked, " What would you rather do stub your to so hard your toe nail comes off or chip your tooth"? At first I thought he is nuts. Then I thought about it and started laughing, in turn husband started laughing. We laughed so hard tears ran down our cheeks. Seriously what would you choose?

Kit said...

So glad you had such a great time at Thanksgiving. So nice that you didn't have to cook. I don't mind cooking on the holidays but every other day I would kill to have someone else do it...lol I am enjoying my Christmas preps. Take care! :) Kit

Cheryl said...

Happy to read you had a great Thanksgiving :-) Living the "circus" life is fun lol.... I could tell you about what is going on in my life-- that is so horrific that it is so unbelievable that it is funny. And yes, every single glass I see is HALF FULL lol
big hugs,
Cheryl

Jocelyn Thurston said...

Carol, I meant to tell you sooner that I enjoyed your slow stitching post too.
It's great when life gets busy with family and we have the stitching to look forward to for the quiet times.
I'm terrible at telling jokes but I love to laugh. On Wed. we went to see the kindergarten Christmas concert and they were adorable and really funny. The 4 year olds were esp. funny and I still smile when I think of some of their on stage antics.