SPIDEY GIRL AND HER SIDE-KICK SPIDEY DOG!

Yes as the curtain rises our heroine - Spidey Girl - is surveying her kingdom. The indomitable Spidey Dog stands at her side, ready for action.

I know Mummy put those pointy things way-y-y up on that place I can't reach. I need a plan!

Spidey Girl, with super human strength of course, rips the front of the bottom drawer right off! Spidey Dog grins. With that done, Spidey Girl begins her dangerous trek up that mountainous wooden mountain. Up-up-up she goes. Planting herself on the top of the mountain (kitchen counter to those of you who are confused), she calmly looks down at her companion.

s'k now. Gonna get pointy thing!

Spidey Dog dodges the pointy thing, that Spidey Girl throws down from her vantage point, with great agility. (pointy thing = knife) Spidey Girl calmly descends the great wooden mountain. With her prize in hand she manages to open up the White Wonder Box and again showing extreme strength opens the cave holding the object of her expedition - Spidey Girl Food. The round globe beckons and grabbing one she settles herself on the floor. Spidey Dog drools super spidey drool.

OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Give me that knife young lady!

Great Spidey Girl tears fill our heroines eyes as the Nasty Mummy-Monster confiscates the hard won Pointy Object AND her Glob.

Mummy will cut up the orange for you Audrey okay?

Sighing sadly, Spidey Girl gives up her dreams of destroying and consuming that big bright glob of juiciness all on her own. Once again the Mummy-Monster has interferred with her plans. But some day, Spidey Girl thinks, some day she will outwit that Mummy-Monster! MUHahahahahaha.....

Hence I introduce you to my latest super hero - the very scary Spidey Girl. Let me tell you all though that Spidey Dog - darn scary too! HA!

Hello all my lovely people! I'm just bopping in to wave at ya *waves* and say hey!

Been reading blogs and not had time to comment in many. *sigh* I only get a half hour lunch and that doesn't leave me much time to do anything spectutulair.

I see that "P" is roaming around the Blogs lately and my hives will heal up eventually - I hope. Mostly I see a quietutde descending over the Blogsville and folks are settling in for that last week or so of Mr. Winter.

Here in the Southwest the weather is pyschotic. One day it is sunny and warm, later that day temps have dropped 30 degrees and a wind will blow you over. Puppies are settling in though and have left off shedding their undercoats every other week. Poor babies.

My friends here keep rescuing me from oblivion and take me shopping and to craft stores. Last weekend we had a HUGE BBQ and let me tell you Christine's hubby Chris (yes yes I know it DOES get confusing) is a master BBQer. We had chicken, we had smoked sausage, we had ribs and we had garlic bread -- GRILLED mmmmm. Then Christine whipped up about 4 barrels of potato salad and a good feast was had by all. Much fun.

They got this "dog" about three weeks ago and I use the term "dog" loosely. It's supposed to be a dauch..hm....WEINER dog. It doesn't look like one to me though. I've dubbed the Stepped-Upon critter "SPIDEY DOG" cuz he can zoom up your leg in milliseconds. I am plotting stories of Spidey Dog and his side-kick SPIDEY GIRL (their 2 year old Audrey).

Nothing much else going on here however. Walking once again to and fro is good exercise for me and this time it's only 1.5 miles each way. I got a ride this morning (hence time to type a blog entry) due to threatening rainstorms. Tonight should be fun, walking home in the rain in the dark.

DID YOU KNOW THEY HAVE DAY LIGHT CRAVING TIME HERE? Darn it. I had forgotten about this. Annoying thing. Should be put out of it's misery.

Now I am off - yeah yeah yeah - NOT LIKE THAT. They are having a bake sale to raise money for a family. The lady worked here and suffered a massive stroke and died. She was 37. Very sad. Very unexpected. She leaves a huge family behind her and we are doing stuff to raise money to help them.

You all take care and stay safe and warm winter hugs to each of you!

...something!

I don't know who came up with that expression but here's my entry. It's a PIPO entry [pop-in-pop-out]. I only have ten minutes to entertain the masses in here so I have to make it quick.

I am moved into my new place, a one-bedroom cute apartment with a garden window. More about that window later. The dogs are settling in nicely - and we are still working on the blinds covering the patio door. Walking to and from work is entertaining and I got to watch four buzzards munching on their breakfast yesterday morning. Kinda put a crimp in their meal when I reached them though. Such looks I got!

OH OH OH - there is "A" crow living by where I live now. I love crows. They used to be my alarm clock, warning sound-off and over all entertainment. I really am happy about that crow and hope he or she doesn't move on.

Went to IKEA (yeah I know right?) to purchase my new bed, table with two chairs this past weekend. Friends were over all weekend long helping me move in, put furniture together and to show them how much I loved them I took them all out for pizza on Sunday night. IT WAS GOOD PIZZA too! Some place starting with an "M" but I don't know the name, so please don't ask.

Work has again made massive changes and now Sarah and Christine are working in different departments. They moved the "Bitch-From-Hell" into my department and no one wants her sitting by them. HA! She will be seated right next to the Team Lead who cannot stand her either. *sigh* I will try not to jump on her and do damage...I will try...

Gotta run and boot up my computer now. TAKE CARE ALL OF YOU!

So, what happened next in my Odd S E? I did get some sleep that night, Monday, after the accident but when I woke up I discovered my left hand and wrist had swelled three times its normal size and was an interesting color - dark purple. Both knees were swollen as was my right ankle. The phone rang.

"Baby how you doing?" It was Miss Christine.

I tried to evade the truth but she just kept at me. Finally she said she would call me back and we hung up.

"It is HOW big?" Sarah next and wow did she let me have it for not going to the hospital. Perhaps she was more upset that I was trying to sweep the kitchen floor with one hand I don't know. I finally got her off the phone. My major concern was missing work not the damage to my body.

"You are coming home with me." Next phone call again from Miss Christine.

I tried to dissuade her by explaining I had two big furry critters and she already had a house full with her, her husband, two kids and a very disabled father-in-law.

"No matter. Sarah and I are coming tonight after work to get ya. You are coming home with me."

Now, Christine is Country. I know Country folk and I'll explain how. It matters little if it's County in the Southwest or in the Midwest, they are pretty much the same.

When I was a rebellious teen, my mother would send me to my Grandmother's home up north. People, this wasn't even a one-horse town - a horse wouldn't fit it in. I felt like I had been exiled to the outer edges of nowhere and would stand on the edge of the highway that ran through "town" and cry. I knew those people were on their way to places that had curbs, light poles, stores, houses, buildings. I just knew it! So after experiencing this, I figured I would be prepared for Christine's house. Christine lives in Holland. There IS a Holland in Texas folks.Yup.

The dogs took the trip rather well, which boded wonderfully as I was in the back seat of the Suburban between them. Christine fell in love with CC immediately but eventually Dew was her all time favorite. We drove for approximately three days to get to Holland. Oh, not really, but squished in the backseat between two dogs and Sarah in the front turned so she could lecture me, it felt like forever.

I had been to Christine's one time before this with Sarah to party down with Christine and her husband. He cooked, we ate - voila` partee! He is one FINE cook so there was something yummy to look forward to.

When I first met Christine in class I didn't think I would ever understand her. Not only did she have a thick accent, but she worded her sentences in - unique ways. To this day knowing that as she does it makes her laugh. One of Christine's "sayings" is now in the header of my blog. She is unique. So are her two daughters, Britnea who is nine and Audrey who is two. Christine assured me everyone was an animal lover and my two fuzz butts would do just fine. They did. They were on their best behavior, mostly, and let the girls have at em. Well, Dew ran away alot but he always ran to Christine to protect him. Figure he knew I was too damaged to protect him from a two-year-old.

Christine and I would go to work together, after getting her girls off to school and babysitters and when we came back at night, her husband would have cooked us a huge meal. It was good. No one pampered me or pitied me and when Christine found out that I couldn't get a rental car she went into "Mama" mode and took up my cause. Course she also took up my name, pretending to be me, but I swear listening to her go after the police department to get information they said I couldn't get was priceless.

"Oh yes I CAN have that information! Oh no I do NOT have to go there to get it!"

Cracked me up. She got what she wanted too. The three of us females together can be a frightening thing sometimes. When one of us is damaged or in trouble the other two band together for loving support and a wall to protect the other from harm. I was just on the receiving end this time. When I finally got a rental car, compliments of the old man's Insurance Company, Christine and her husband held me captive until the weekend.

"Baby you can't leave now. By the time we get home from work you will be too tired and you know you are thinkin' of that accident now. You just rest up some and we all will move you back on the weekend."

Her husband, Chris by name, would outdo her by BBQ'ing something glorious and making chocolate desserts. I probably should have put 20 pounds on staying with them. I didn't though. Dogs needed to be walked on their leashes and they love to walk much more than I love to be dragged along. The littlest one wanted to help walk them one morning and no fun was had by her. Dew had her airborne in seconds. For a moment I thought we were re-enacting Peter Pan or something.

"WOW! Audrey! You can FLY!"

It was ten days where I was wrapped in cotton batting, fed and pampered and felt all loved. Toward the end of my stay I was champing at my bit raring to be my independent self again. But let me tell you all something, it really doesn't matter what you do for a living (Chris the husband drives a dump truck) or where you live (Holland is smaller than where my grandmother lived) or what your house looks like (that poor lil house just shrank with the 3 of us in it). If there is love, communication, laughter, BBQ and chocolate it's the best place to be.
 

Hello again! Now I will take you into the ATAT, or After the Accident Time. We'll have fun, you'll see.

Remember me - I'm the one shaking in the rain with no raincoat or umbrella and the nice paramedic man has me remove my coat so he can take my blood pressure. Yup the blue woman that would be me. The Police had a question that had also blossomed in my own mind.

"So how do you plan to get home tonight?"

"shit"

I couldn't use my left wrist at all by this time, digging one handed through my work bag produced no cell phone and the nice man in the waterproof cop slicker offered me a 40 pound flashlight to check the interior of the twisted up Ram. No cell phone.

"shit"

"Can I call someone to come pick you up?"

"yes please"

I get very meek around police and my cussing is kept to a minimum. They put in a call to Sarah, the Caribbean Queen, you remember I told you about her? Here's how that conversation went -

"This is the Temple Police Department. Is Sarah R. there?"

"This is I."

"A certain Miss Anyea has been involved in a car accident and we wondered if you could..."

"WHAT? Is she fine?"

"..pick her up..."

"YOU LISTENING TO ME GIRL? IS SHE OKAY?"

Sarah has a way about her she do. So Sarah and her hubby, a VE-R-R-Y patient and quiet man, come to the scene. I get a once over visually, patted down to check for blood then Sarah tells me to stay right there and goes to look at the truck.

"Girl what you do to yourself now?"

Like I had any idea at this point? I just shivered and shrugged. With Sarah it is best to keep it simple or she'll stomp on ya. Sarah is tall. Stompin mad Sarah - not a good thing. Anyway after shoving me gently into the backseat of their car and Sarah scolding the police for making me stand in the rain with no coat on, we left. Half way back to Killeen my brain light flickers for a second.

"shit"

"Oh no now what? Tell me quick!" Miss Sarah commands, I obey.

"The Police took my key ring away to give to that towing guy."

"You be tellin' me girl you gave the cops your HOUSE KEY AS WELL?"

Now don't get me wrong here. The entire time Sarah is scolding me she had one arm around me helping to warm me up, giving driving lessons to her husband from the back seat and consulting with three experts on the advisability of me not going to the hospital. Sarah's good.

Driving back to Temple, her still patient, still quiet husband did his best to follow the directions to the Towing Truck Guys garage while also correcting his speed, his lane changes and anything else Sarah commented on. Sarah's cell phone rings.

"Yes? No I have her. No blood or broken bones stickin' out that I can see. No she is so stubborn this girl I want to smack her but she already had a big smack so I'll just lecture her on being stubborn. We are taking her home AFTER we go back to fetch the keys to her house. The stupid police did not ask her if she needed any of the keys. She is cold and yes we will take her home. No nothing you can do yet. Tomorrow we see."

It was Christine, another friend from work who wanted to rush to the accident to help but Sarah was solely in charge of getting me back to Killeen.

I may be making a tad bit of fun of my friends throughout my recounts, but in all seriousness, if I had not had them, I would have been in some serious "shit"
 

Okay I am so pissed off. I had this big plan to re-construct my Clogged Blog to match the new antiseptic whiteness of WdC but Life got in my way. I am now on a crusade to convince Dodge that I have the best ad slogans in the world for them.