Monday, May 9, 2016

Dude, where's my kitchen?

A few weeks ago, Mike and Jeannie started packing our kitchen stuff--pots, pans, dishes, and even food--into big boxes and moving them to other rooms in the house, especially the bedroom:

A lot of other things went unpacked, but were moved into the dining room, so that it began to look like a little bitty kitchen, itself:

M kept feeding me in our regular kitchen, right on schedule, so I didn't think too much about these strange events.

But then last week M and J stopped letting me go into the kitchen. Instead, a bunch of men I'd never seen were going in and out with tools and creating all kinds of horrific noise and clouds of dust, and suddenly I was having to eat my meals in the bathroom.

A few days ago things seemed to settle down again. The men disappeared, and I was allowed back into the kitchen to take a look. I couldn't believe my eyes:

 "Oh no you dih-unt!" I said. "Where'd the kitchen go? Where are the cabinets? Where's the ceiling?"

"It's all being replaced," M replied. "It'll look great in a few days. Just wait and see."

Today the ceiling is back--somewhat higher than it used to be--and the walls have a fresh coat of paint. M says we're getting all new cabinets, a new window, a new stove, and double outward-opening doors on the pantry.

"What about the fridge?" I pressed him. Right now it's in the dining room, where it takes up almost the whole place. The dishwasher is out in the garage.

He assured me that everything will soon be back where it belongs, though rearranged a bit.

I'll let you know . . .

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

There's one nice thing about wildflowers.

Actually there are lots of nice things about them. But one of the best is that they pretty much grow themselves:

That's really handy, because while Mike and I love to work in the garden, we agree that the chore we like the most is this one:

Oh my, yes . . .

Friday, April 1, 2016

Dancing the hula takes focus and concentration.

See what I mean? You gotta be careful not to trip on your muumuu.

Relax, Jeannie, and just focus on having a

There, that's better! 

Hau`oli la Hanau, sugar!


Thursday, March 17, 2016

It's not easy wearing green. - TBT

For St. Patrick's Day this year I decided to do a Throwback Thursday post, reprising the one from five years ago. Hope you enjoy this blast from the past!

Those of you who know me might recall that I prefer running around nekkid to wearing any kind of clothing. But I figure that a faithful dog should try to sport some token piece of green attire when (a) his main peeps are largely of Irish pedigree and (b) this just happens to be St. Patrick's Day!

So sure and Begorrah, here goes:


M asked if I could try to look a bit more upbeat, and I said maybe, if someone else puts on a silly hat and gets in the picture with me.


Give us a kiss, sweetie!


Woof! Too much celebration is rough on a body:


Let's all have a safe and happy St. Paddy's Day!

Monday, March 14, 2016

Mike's feeling mathy today.

I'm doing this post as a public service announcement for Mike. Ordinarily I'd blow it off, since numbers usually give me a headache. But M's a special dude in my life, so just for him I'll pass it on for your perusal:

Today is March 14th, which it seems is also known as Pi Day. That's because pi (sometimes written as the Greek letter “π”) is a famous number that is approximately equal to 3.14, and today's date is the 14th day of the 3rd month of the year--3/14, get it?

Technically, M tells me, pi is the ratio of the circumference of any circle to its diameter, and it's NOT a nice, even number--heavens no! It's an "irrational" one, which means that to the right of the decimal point the digits never end, but go on and on forever and never repeat any predictable pattern--sort of like Mike when he gets on a mathy rant, only sometimes he does repeat himself. It's also a "transcendental" number. (Please Google that if you feel like it; I'm getting a migraine. Perhaps you are, too.)

M tells me that by using a computer, pi has been computed to over one trillion digits, and who am I to dispute that--Donald Trump? Its value rounds to 3.14159, which further rounds to 3.1416, which makes this year's March 14th a very special Pi Day, because it's 3/14/16. There won't be another one like this for 100 years.

A hundred. Now that's a number I can sink my teeth into! Speaking of sinking one's teeth into stuff, I asked Mike if he'd like to celebrate pi day with a big piece of--uh--pi, and he said that would be great. I said what kind would you like, and to nobody's surprise he said this kind:

If anyone would like to roll around in this topic some more, here's a website that I'll admit is sort of interesting.

Happy Pi Day, everybuddy!

PS - In keeping with the spirit of the occasion, note the exact time we posted this on 3/14 . . .