working on it...

working on it!  really I am!

And the mud-puppy slinging continues... Puppy Wars.

 PRIMA BOOMER-DONNA.

NATURE OR NURTURE?  YOU DECIDE.

I was actually at the leather shop last week, late one afternoon, when I got a frantic phone call from my mom.

"You know my computer has been down right..."

(Me)"Yah. uh-huh..." as I distractedly look for dragon decorations and for the crystals that are on sale, not really listening.  She is clearly really upset and, me being the good daughter as usual, I am more interested in the cobra skins than her latest computer collapse.

"Well, your brother was out here early yesterday to work on it..."

Now my attention has been snapped to the conversation.  You see my mother has been a night owl my whole life.  Hates mornings.  I had received a comment from her at 6:28 am.  Rather peculiar, but I figured she had an early appointment or some such.  But something else was peculiar:  the humor of the comment.  But this I attributed to the early hour...and figured she was off a little due to her brain not being fully awake yet.

"MEET BOOMER'S APPRENTICE, LILY (AKA LEXI). 

THE LATEST SUPER MODEL FROM STUDIO BOOMER, LTD."

You see, the family dogs are a big love for my mother.  I swear those things get better treatment...hell, better medical care even... than I did.  And yes I admit it.  I am jealous of the dog.  I am low and petty and jealous of the dog.

My mom had, shocking even in humor, said Gauge the puppy "looks evil" in that comment. Her children are fair game...but the dogs...never!  (see comments and picture here) 

Light bulbs...downright strobe lights...are going off in my head...

The next day I get this email at 6:02am:

Sue,

   I wish you wouldn’t pick on Mom so much, especially facial hair (that’s below the belt).  Also when I told her you called her a Prima Donna she said you were cruising.  As for improvements to the web page, a spell check in the comments section wouldn’t hurt my feelings.

George

Ahh,  George.  You think you have dissuaded me with cute puppy pictures.  Let me remind you that I have senior pictures.  And the mullet traipsing, Squire Shop T-shirt, peach fuzz years are not forgotten.  I remember being dragged through town as mom searched for the last vestiges of wide leg Levis... 

By the way, may I remind you as well, Heidi...your wife...owns Gauge.  I am thinking .... slide show maybe...

Vengeance is succeeded through perseverance.  Perseverance was defined by the baby-sister.

Let me just say almond tuxedos and "Footloose".

 

Wedding Style. Big Bad Collars.

Introducing  

WEDDING STYLE

 

by G. MIYA PHOTOGRAPHY 

for BIG BAD COLLARS.

I had an idea.

  

I have a very talented friend.  I have a very beautiful sister-in-law.  I know the most regal Doberman princess (with the nicest trainer).  I have watched the completed restoration of the most beautiful historic bungalow. 

My friend Gail of 

G. Miya Photography 

made it happen.

Thank you John and your beautiful Marcella,

Courtney and Yancy,

Dorie for your beautiful home (and Wallace),

and Shea for your help.

 

It started innocently enough...Big Bad Collars.

It all started innocently enough:  It was just a phone call to my sister-in-law.  I just wanted let her know that her shots of the collars on her dog that I posted on Etsy received literally hundreds of hits in the 10 hours it was up...and please send any other cute ones you find.

My brother got jealous.

I was informed that Boomer, my brother's dog,  was unsettled by this publicity stunt for Gauge and was wanting to break contract with Big Bad Collars.  After soothing Boomer Prima Donna's nerves (Boomerdonna for short) that he is still the most featured dog at Big Bad Collars, I received an adorable puppy picture from my sister-in-law.

Of Gauge, of course.



Then the retaliation began.  It has now escalated...I fear beyond my control...

 

THE PUPPY WARS HAVE BEGUN!

Coming at you...Big Bad Collars.

Big things coming at you!

(can you believe that is baby Gauge...he seems so suave now!)

Well I asked for rain....

I asked for it.

I will let the pictures tell a thousand words.  For a Where's Waldo effect, find:

1.  The box spring and red chair waiting for trash pick up...nothing like showing pictures to the world to remind you of unfinished chores!  Sorry...fall cleaning around here.  Cleaning off porches, garage here getting ready for nice weather.

2.  Fence falling over...yep more on to do list.  But doesn't your backyard look awesome now that you think of it!

3.  Power company guys racing to fix the transformer that blew behind our house before the next round of storm hits.  They are lost in the trees...but note the thunder / lightning filled sky bearing down on them!

4.  Origami boats floating down the street.

5.  The neighbor's roof under the branch

6.  The golfball sized hail that made the hood of my car look like I went insane with a ball peen hammer.

7.  Broken windshield from said hail.

8.  What's left of the play tower roof.

9.  Euphoric dogs playing with oversized sticks that landed in the yard.

But hey...at least I am not the guy that had a patio table and umbrella land in his house...through the roof.  Or the pour sap that has a telephone pole in his living room.  I will take the dented Landcruiser with broken windshield and good story...

PS.  THANK GOD for helpful Husbands!  When the transformer blew, my surge protector didn't protect my computer from the surge!  When the power came back on...my computer didn't!  After a few violent hits to the front of the tower, I knew it was time to walk away.  At that point I simply resigned from the rest of the day, sat on the back patio with a cup of tea and watched the last of the storm...wallowing in the assumed death of my computer. 

But thanks to our IT Manager friend Richard, my husband was let in on a "power surge secret".  Richard said it was most likely the power supply only that was blown...So my hardware challenged husband had to do open heart surgery on my computer.  Amazingly, Deuce was able to open up the computer and install a new power supply all by himself.  Sadly, I failed to get pictures of the historic moment.  Happily, the computer is back in business!  More sadly, the sleep sound machine was also hit...and will forever have to rest in peace.