The Best Medicine

After My sour puss mood yesterday, morning laughter is what I needed to perk me up

 

I bet some of you crafty women out there could make these :

 

My Cat would say this :

 

 

This is my big Smile for the day. Because of the Fact Ruger and Mosin actually sat still with out one of them trying to nip at the other. Maybe they are BFFs

 

 

Now that I have giggled this morning, I feel much better then I did yesterday...So Enjoy your Saturday

Backyard Project

Remember over the summer when Senior and I made the raised beds? Well as great as the idea was, it really did not pan out. Because they sat so high, they stayed incredibly dry, so therefore the things we planted did not do well. The only bumper crop I had was carrots.

I decided yesterday that I would Not watch any of the events on TV today. I have stuck to my word. The Tube as not been on.
  It  is also St. Martins Day ( Thanks Pioneer Preppy! ) and the kids were out of school we set out to modify the beds.Of course the child labor did not come cheap. They demanded payment in brownies. We had to shovel out the soil and load it in to wheel barrows. Then knock out the bottom boards. This was so the roots of all the plants would have more room for growing. We piled them into a wheel barrow to be used for the fire pit. But some of them are so nice, that I am thinking of scrubbing them off and finding another project to use them for.

It was a lot of dirt to move, but both kids got in there and worked really hard. Then we cleared the area under the boxes of weeds and grass that was growing. Again, they worked really hard on this part.
Even Mosin got in on the action with us:

And the finished product is this:

 We decided to keep the legs on the boxes and just flip them over, because when we have tomatoes planted, the Mockingbirds are notorious for attacking them. So Senior is going to make a sort of tent over them and around them. To keep the birds and Little Mosin out. He seems to like dirt and all things mud.

Then I had to pay the day laborers. As promised Peanut Butter Cup Brownies.  However Senior told them that he would need 60% of the brownies for taxes.

A Day Out

Senior and the crew took off to do some shooting. He needed guy therapy. So it was me and the boys. Knowing that my parents sit at home 6 days out of 7. I had the novel idea to invite them off with us.   
They came to our house to meet Mosin, then we headed off to the Island. And had a great burger at a local place that is a former gas station. 
Since my parents never exercise, I made them walk. First we went to the local farmers market...dang it! I had no cash on me. There was a lady selling honey and beeswax candles.   Oh well, maybe I can ride back down next Saturday....

Then we stepped in to the local "Sweet Shop" where this Snotty Candy Girl didn't want to answer our questions. God forbid she has people watch her make candy.Then they got even snottier because we did not buy any of their $17.00/pd Fudge. 

Then we walked to the end of the street and walked around the marina..  It was cold, windy and cloudy. Even the Pelicans were freezing: 

 I like this panoramic of the Marina. There is a little seafood restaurant I am hoping Senior takes me to for my Birthday next month. What day you ask? Here is a hint: Its a day hallmark created to sell more cards...

My Parents were ready to call it a day, so the boys and I went home collected Mosin and took him to the Pet Store. ND picked out new fish for his tank, and Mosin got a little buggy ride. He was exceptionally well behaved, and enjoyed his little field trip.  We just bought that harness Two weeks ago and it is all ready fitting tight. Time to find a bigger one. 

-JUGM

Sunday...

The coffee is strong this morning. The sun is breaking through a fine layer of fog. It feels like April but the calendar say January. My roses think its spring time and sprouting new buds. Even the trees are starting with fresh blooms.

It is supposed to continue here for the next week. And by next Friday be more seasonable..what ever seasonable actually means anymore.

Mosin is growing. He seems a bit taller. My patience with him has been tried and tested this past week. But I have to keep reminding myself that he is just a baby and learning.

He likes to nip at Ruger. Mosin, being a Dobie has a much different attitude then Ruger, who is a Boxer. Ruger is  a big baby. If a bad guy came in the house, he would probably lick him to death.  Mosin likes to jump at and try to bite him in the neck. Finally Ruger has  started to fight back...

I like this picture because it looks like Ruger is reminding Mosin who is the oldest and just who is the Alpha Male in the house:



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Our Sunday is up and running. Dinner with neighbors later. I am making my famous Mac and Cheese and  Brownies..there are chores to do around the house. I hope you all have a blessed Sunday.

-JUGM

We Got A New Mosin....

 

Well we have been kicking the idea around a while, and the opportunity presented itself.

We have a Ruger, now we have a Mosin..  being the gun lovers we are..what else would we name him!

 

He is 3.3/4 months old

Doberman Pinscher

and because of his age, the breeder all ready did all vaccines, thats right! We don't have to

get anything more done. Unless we want his ears cropped and have him neutered. We got to meet both his parents, and I must say, his daddy was 105lbs and incredibly impressive.  Very well behaved, and super sweet.



 

We were initially thinking a smaller breed. And I liked some of the terriers I saw. But Senior has wanted a Dobie for ever.

And Ruger was actually suppose to be a dobie, but at the time, The boys were really small, and I wanted a breed that I knew was incredibly kid friendly.

 

After just one day, I am seeing that Mosin, is a real hoot and a kid himself. He loves Ruger, loves running and playing with the boys,

and has all ready been swatted a few times by Jack the Cat.

 

 

 

 

 

Sir Titan, Mosins Daddy: