Poopy Dancing

Over the holiday long weekend, hubby and I were out socializing - A LOT.  On the fourth and final day of the weekend, we were out maybe six or seven hours.  No problem usually for the dog contingent, but apparently this day was different.

We came home to find the house covered in dog poop paw prints.  Everywhere!  Yes I said it – Dog Poop Paw Prints, oh what fun!

Every room that had open door access had poopy dog prints, all over the place.  We just walked in and looked at each other and we kept walking and the paw prints kept right on a going….

Neither one of us can tell you what happened, but I think it went something like this between the two dogs:

Hey, you awake?

I am now.  What?

Well, I had an accident.

A what?

An accident, I pooped on the kitchen floor – wanna see?

Sure!   

Oh man – what’d you do that for? 

I had to go, no one’s home.  I tried to go near the door – so they could tell it was an accident and I wanted to go out.

Man, that’s a BIG one, we can’t leave it there.

We can’t?  Why not, it’s by the door, they will know I tried, won’t they?  

I don’t think so sister.

Then what do you think we should do with it?

Let’s make it smaller, you know – lower to the ground.

How we going to do that?

I know, stomp on it – get over here and help me.   I’ll take this nugget and you take that one.  Just jump around on it and flatten it out.

Ohhhh noooo, that looks worse.  Now it looks even Bigger!

Yeah, that didn’t work at all.  Now what?

Hmmmm – I got it, let’s spread it all around.  You know, everywhere, then it won’t stand out as much as a big huge matted spot in the kitchen carpet runner.

Ok, I say we dance on the spots and then run through the house.  

Woooo – this is fun, more, let’s do it some more!!!

(Doggie running ensues, for what was probably a good long time)

Hey

What?

The big spots still not gone.

Ohhhh

Let’s knock the kitchen trash can over and cover it up.  

Great idea AND we can scatter the trash throughout the house, that should detract them from the poop!  They hate the trash can knock-over.

Anyway, rinse and vacs have been used, disinfectant sprayed, tiles scrubbed and removable rugs removed for cleaning at the professional cleaners.  What a flippin disaster, like a poop bomb exploded and it was the greatest thing in the word to dance through.

Makes you wanna come over and visit us doesn’t it!! 
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Update----- See below, we decided the carpet had to go - therefore, it is gone... you can come over now!

This is Carleton your Doorman

Hello, this is Carleton, your doorman…

Our friends bought a new house a couple months ago, it’s on a small lake and it’s lovely.  

Last month we went out and saw the place for the first time – it’s an early 1990’s built home and the original owners just moved out, so they have some updating to do, you know – when the person whose house you just bought tastes vary wildly from your own? Yeah, that kind of stuff, just takes a little time.

Last month we were joking, the house has intercoms all over the place.  Funny, besides apartment building entrances, who uses intercoms?  Were they ever popular?  And well, they must have been ‘cause there is more than one on each floor, in the garage, the utility areas and outside as well, this place has tons of them.

Fast forward to this past weekend.  Still fascinated by all the intercoms, you notice them as you walk by, pretty much wherever you are walking (hmmm, big brother?).  We are sitting out on the deck, getting ready to eat the fabulous BBQ and I’ll be damned – not only did they figure out how to use the decades old intercom, the silly thing is useful!

We are all around the table, our friend is in the kitchen getting paper towels and her son is nowhere to be found. 

Boom, she’s on that intercom, you know – the one in every room, utility areas and outside? 

Yeah suddenly her voice is in loud speaker trailing through the wilderness and across the lake, calling for her son.  Like a flash he was there.  There was NO possible way he could claim he didn’t hear here or didn’t know dinner was about to be served.  Inside our outside, no matter where he was. 

Poor little bugger, he’s never going to get away with anything – the whole lake community will know when he is being searched for and send him home if he is at their place.  

The intercom speakers are better than a cell phone he can lose, those suckers are attached to that house, have been for 20 plus years and I would guess are going to be there another 20 years.

This just goes to show you, one should never underestimate “old” technology.  The retro intercom, well, I declare it pretty much Brilliant!!

I was looking for a 1970’s Rhoda clip (Title reference) I found this sound bite http://rhodaonline.com/carlton_doorman.wav 

or  http://www.hark.com/clips/crqpvfszmk-this-is-carlton  (he sounds drunk in this one)

 

AND I also found this great 1960’s movie clip….   http://movieclips.com/vLbK-the-party-movie-the-intercom/

I guess they have always been party fun!

Captain Obvious

Here’s one for the records.  I bought this box of Lemon Poppy Seed Muffin Mix, not to make muffins, but to make a loaf.  Set it down on the counter and then looked at the front. 

WOW!!!  You mean to tell me that the poppy seeds are INCLUDED!!!!!!??????

Look, right there on the box – it tells us that the poppy seeds, in the Lemon Poppy Seed Muffin Mix, are INCLUDED!!!

Wow, thank goodness – I was worried that maybe there would be sesame seeds, celery seeds, pumpkin seeds, watermelon seeds or maybe even sunflowers seeds.  

Oh, or maybe actual lemon seeds, I guess those would be called lemon pits now wouldn’t they – so yeah, I guess lemon pits wouldn’t be included, kinda sounds terrible.

But gee golly, the poppy seeds, in the poppy seed muffin mix ARE INCLUDED!!! Can’t believe my luck!

Again, I’d like to say thank you Captain Obvious for that one…..

All's Quite on the Eastern Front

WOW, is it ever quite outside!!!

Just took the pups out for their 2:00am bathroom break and the silence is deafening.  Ok, I know what you’re thinking, it should be silent on a Monday night at 2:00, but not in my town it’s not.  

Oh wait, you’re thinking 2:00 am??? Yeah, it could be two, three, four – just depends on when the 15 year old doggie decides it’s time to go and well, we take her, because, she has to go (and she still asks us)!!!!

Anyway, back to my original thought.  Public School starts tomorrow, um – today, really – because it’s 2:00am.  But all summer long there has been either a basket ball game or a pool game going in one of my neighbor’s yards (garage for the pool table).  ALL SUMMER….

So, when you go outside, day or night, you hear the echoing “dwunk” of a basketball being bounced off the ground or the sharp “click” of pool balls hitting each other.   I think it’s great, the kids are doing something constructive together and having fun, plus at the end of almost three months, they have to be getting really, really good at these sports.  Things they can use – forever!

Especially pool, bet they can make a few bucks later in life when they are hanging at the bar. Picking up mad pool skills when you’re teenager, has to be priceless!!

Anyway, it’s just eerie outside.  Ok, again, I know, it’s supposed to be quite in the middle of the night. But we also live near a highway and even that is quite tonight. 

It’s like Christmas and the kids are waiting for Santa, tucked all snug in their beds, sleeping – except it’s not Santa – it’s SCHOOL…. Bwahahahahahahahaha

Ah, it’s good to be a grown up.  

Goodnight all!