Sunday, October 28, 2007

just in case...

Jeff bought two motorcycles in one week. Even for him, this is unusual. The first purchase was a donor bike for a chopper. I was expecting that.

The second one, he bought because it was a "great deal". A deal so good, he can't lose money on it. This is typical "Jeff philosophy" ~ make sure you can either make money or break even before making any purchases.

As Jeff was explaining the bike to me, he said that he had to buy the bike, "Just in case."

"Just in case what?" I asked.

"Just in case I decide to keep it, or in case I decide to sell it," he replied.

Yes, it never hurts to have an extra bike lying around, just in case you need some extra cash, or the 3 or 4 (I can't keep track) other bikes in your garage won't start.

I think what Jeff really meant was - just in case someone else decides to buy it before him. Can't let someone else steal a deal out from under him.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

rainy day

Ok, I'm not one to dress my dogs up in clothes. However, some days you really need to put a coat on your dog. Oreo has three coats - an LLBean field coat for cool fall and spring days (complete with flannel lining and corduroy collar), a Lands End squall jacket that lights up for our cold, dark early morning walks, and a hand me down, red rain coat from Munchkin.

It has been raining here all day, and a dog still has to go out to pee. Poor Oreo looks like he's dressed up as little red riding hood for Halloween:

Oreo says,"Hey Daddy, looks like you need a rain coat!"

Thursday, October 25, 2007

kudos to kellogg's

Just wanted to let all my regular readers know that I received my $10 rebate check from Kellogg's today.

see my older post titled "Coupon Confusion"

Therefore, I will continue to buy their cereal, since they don't only reward people who buy in bulk. Maybe next time, Kellogg's will eliminate all that crazy fine print.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007


Jeff took these shots this morning. There are even more leaves on the ground now. Its hard for Oreo to find his orbee if he doesn't catch it in mid air. Its also hard for me to find their poop!

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Monday, October 22, 2007


Wow, I just watched Oprah. There was a professor, Randy Pausch, on the show who has pancreatic cancer. He gave his "final lecture" a few weeks ago at Carnegie Melon. It will take some time to watch, but I highly recommend listening to his lecture when you have the time. The first 8 minutes are introductions by his collegues, which you can fast forward through to get to his lecture.

You can watch it here:

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Saturday, October 20, 2007

springer success

Jeff put the finishing touches on his latest chopper build last night. Together, we carefully rolled it off the bench and onto the garage floor. Jeff pushed it outside to see how it looked in daylight. It looked awesome. Very mean looking. For some reason, Jeff didn't try starting it up. I think he was worried that it might not work, and his night would be ruined.

When Jeff got home from work today, he went right from his truck to the garage and rolled out the chopper. Jeff poured in some gas, and we crossed our fingers as he turned the key. I asked him if we should make a bet whether it will start or not, and he said "no". The first start up doesn't usually go smoothly, and there's typically a lot of swearing involved. But this chopper roared to life immediately, which was quite a shock to both of us. I told Jeff, "You're getting good at this." Jeff said, "If I'd known it would run, I would have put gas in it last night and rode it to work today." I could tell he was anxious to get it out on the road for a test drive. I told him to take his cell phone, and he asked me to grab an allen wrench off his work bench - just in case. Choppers vibrate so much, that things can loosen up pretty quickly.

The smoke is proof that it is up and running

The bike looks so much better in person, than these photos. I'm sure Dino will be able to capture its true essence much better than my Kodak easyshare camera.

Posted by PicasaThe maiden voyage.

Posted by PicasaThe dogs have to see what all the noise is about.

I hear him rumbling back home now. That's always a good sound.

60 minutes???

Has anyone noticed that the past few airings of "60 Minutes" have actually been 90 minutes long? "60 Minutes" is one of my favorite shows, and I don't mind it being longer. However, I think if the name of the show indicates the actual length of the show, you should stick to 60 minutes. How can they justify not changing the name?

Since I record the show, and fast forward through all the commercials, I am now actually watching about 60 minutes of real programming, instead of 40 minutes. Perhaps that is their justification.

Have you noticed if the little ticking hand on their clock has moved around the dial one and a half times? I re-wound my last "60 Minutes" show to find out. What I noticed was that they are not showing the clock as much, only after about every other commercial, but it is an accurate reading. After Andy Rooney, the hand was clearly on the 6, not the 12.

I wonder what Andy thinks about all this.

Fall's Splendor

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

What a life

See Dogs Run

See dogs play

See dog rest

See dogs sleep
What a life.
The only thing missing is, see Sara pull ticks off dogs.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

my little boy

Those puppy photos had me feeling nostalgic for Oreo's early puppy days.
This was the photo that got me to make that phone call, and say "I want him". I don't think he was even two weeks old yet.

Here, he is looking more like a dog, and less like a guinea pig. I love how the puppies all cuddle together. Dogs really love being with other dogs. Oreo is truly happiest when Misty is chasing him around the yard. He likes it when I chase him too, but I can tell I'm second best.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Cute puppies

Oreo's dad, Andy, is a father again - to five little puppies - just nine days old. Can you count all five?

Awwww, don't you just want one?

steps to heaven

I have always loved looking at old headstones in cemeteries. I think this odd interest began during a family trip to Bolton Landing, where we vacationed every summer. When I was little, I would walk through their local cemetery with my Dad. There was one elaborate grave marker that had three steps you could walk up. I remember my Dad saying those were the "steps to heaven".

On a recent trip to Maine, we visited their local cemetery. Some of the headstones were very old. We had fun finding names that we had seen around town - lobstermen, street names, etc. Some had some strange markings on them - many had a skull with angel wings. Not sure what that symbolized. I had never seen it before.

On my trip to Germany, I visited a small, local cemetery. Each plot had an elaborate garden in front of the headstone. There were always family members tending to the garden. It was the most beautiful cemetery I have ever seen.

Everyday, I walk my dogs through our local cemetery. It is filled with really tall evergreen trees, and some old gravestones from the late 1800's. Over the years, I have made up lots of stories in my head about the people buried there. I think about how they may have died, especially when I see several family members dying in the same year. Was it small pox? My favorites are the ones that say how old the person was when they died. Some are very specific, 18 years, 5 months, and 4 days. I feel like I am walking through my town's history everyday. There are several headstones with the name of the road I live on. Practically my ancestors.

More than once, I have come upon a local policeman sleeping on the seat of his squad car in the cemetery. They park their car behind the storage shed, so they can't be seen unless you are on foot. Typically, the car is running with either the AC or heat on. I've been tempted to rap on the window, and ask "Hard work fighting terrorism?" I resist the urge though, as I fear waking him might startle him into pulling out a weapon on me. Better safe than sorry. Sometimes, the cop wakes up and sees me. Quickly, they come up with some reason for being there. They ask me, "Have you seen anything suspicious?" I never have, unless you consider wild turkeys and deer suspicious.

This week, during a very early morning walk, I was stunned to find that someone had knocked over some headstones in my cemetery. Some of the headstones, struck down by the vandals, were from recent burials. That didn't upset me as much as the headstones broken in the older part of the cemetery. I know family members will fix the newer headstones. But who will fix Jennie Hidley's marker? She died in 1913. I've never seen any mementos left on her grave. The whole Vanderzee family was toppled, including Eldan who was only 3 when he died in 1876, our country's centennial year and the year the cemetery opened. It made me sick to see all those gravestones knocked over like dominoes. Some of the oldest are beyond repair. How could someone destroy history like that? Where is their respect for the community, if not for the dead? And where was the sleeping cop? Here was his chance to redeem himself.

I will wait a week and see if the cemetery grounds keeper restores the markers to their upright stance. If not, I will be tending to those graves myself. Jeff thinks I should try and organize a cemetery clean up. Today, I was able to fix Attie Louisa's marker. Hers is small, but very elegant (wonder if she was too). All the other markers were too heavy for me to lift on my own.

Maybe I can enlist the local police officers to help out. They seem to have a fondness for the cemetery as well.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

oreo and misty photos

suzuki bearcat

Here are some photos of our "new" suzuki bearcat. It is really cool, a little rusty but that adds to its charm.

Friday, October 5, 2007

gotta love google

I get a lot of hits on my blog from strangers doing google searches. Feedburner allows me to see what the people are searching for when they wind up on my blog site. Sometimes people are searching for some pretty funny things.

I get the most hits on my "mole patrol" post.

Here are some things people are googling about moles:

  • "stomping on mole tunnel" (tried that)
  • "keeping moles away from tulips" (good luck)
  • "mole ruining lawn" (me too!)
  • "backyard mole removal" (impossible)
  • "large mound of dirt on lawn" (its your friendly mole)
  • "poisonous worms for moles" (don't work)
  • "bees making dirt hills" (sorry dude, its not the bees making that hill)
  • "how to eradicate moles from tour garden" - (nice vocabulary for a google search)
  • "mole patrol eat dog" - (I don't understand that one)

The next two are my favorites:

  • "puppy eats mole" (did their dog eat a mole???? wish my puppy would eat ours)
  • "explode mole" (this person sounds desperate)

Clearly, I am not alone in my mole dilemmas. These hits came from all over the country.

Here are some google searches that ended up hitting my "Deep South" series:
  • "fort polk is hell" (no kidding)
  • "hop poop" (guess that person has a bunny living in their apartment too)
  • "men's army wife beeter" (this person can't spell, but even if it was spelled correctly, I'm not sure what he/she was searching for)
  • "pentacostal girls" (hmmm, that's a scary one, not sure if he found what he was looking for on my blog, just photos of dogs here)

Then there are some searches that end up on my dog stories:

  • "how to clean sticky burrs out of dogs" (just pick 'em off one by one)
  • "dog cant jump" (2 people searched that)
  • "my dog wont jump on couch" (mine can!!!)
  • "how can I teach my dog to jump on bed"(still working on that one myself)

Nice to know I'm not alone with my dog troubles.

What would we do without google?

Glad I could be a resource to some lucky googlers.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

For me????

Last night after dinner, Jeff said he was going out to look at a local guy's motorcycle. "OK", I said, not really paying much attention. I figured he was looking for another donor bike for a chopper or something.

He came home after about an hour, walked in the door, and said,"I bought it," as if I knew what he was talking about.

"Bought what?" I asked.

"The 1967 Suzuki bearcat," he said with a smile, "its so cool."

I was a little confused. I thought he had bought a Buell, which is the bike he typically buys to chop up and use the motor in his custom bikes. This bike was older than both of us. Then, he told me how much he paid for it - $400. He showed me the paperwork he got with it. The current owner bought it in 1977, for a little over $200. He never put it on the road, and he has kept it in his barn for 30 years. The title is about 2 inches by 2 inches, so different from the large titles we have now. Everything on the title and bill of sale was hand written.
"Does it run?" I asked.

"Yea, it runs. It needs some work," Jeff said, "But I really bought it for you."

What? Oh yea, I remember saying I always wanted a 1967 Suzuki Bearcat (sarcasm).

"Not that you'll be able to drive it, or even ride on the back, its kind of small," he continued, "but I know you like old bikes."

He's right, I think they are really cool. I'm sure I'll love it when I see it in person, but does he really believe he bought it for me?

From the way he was grinning from ear to ear as he looked for vintage photos online, I'm not convinced, but thanks for thinking of me Honey.

Wednesday, October 3, 2007

who you calling geriatric?

I took Misty to the vet today for her annual exam. The vet tech asked me if I wanted to run Misty's "geriatric blood work."

Misty's ears perked up, as if to say, "Who you calling geriatric?" I think Misty prefers the word, "senior". I know my dad likes to hear there's a "senior discount". I'm not so sure he would ask for a "geriatric discount".

I declined the blood work. Misty had a complete panel done in February, when she had a nervous breakdown the week we brought Oreo home. Misty was so sick, I had to buy a new carpet.

When the vet tech left to gather up the shots, I looked at a chart on the door. It gave the dog's age in human years, based on the weight of the dog. Misty is nine years old, and under thirty pounds. According to the chart, she is 56 in human years.

I will be 56 years old when I retire from teaching. Do we call 56 year old humans - geriatric? God, I hope not.