I got tagged from Yankee Chick – she actually wants me to use a bit of brain power and write a six-word memoir. Now how in the world am I going to describe myself in six itty-bitty words when there’s so much to me, you know. I have so many wonderful traits and characteristics and to have to sum them all up in such a minor manner – I just don’t know if it can be done (snicker).
Lena loves lefse but not lutefisk.
So how’s that one then. I guess it certainly brings out my ScandiHOOvian characteristics. Now I’m supposed to tag five more bloggers and invite them to play too. Here’s the rules if you want to play along.
Write a six-word memoir.
Post it to your blog including a visual illustration if you would like.
Link to the prson who tagged you in your post and to this original post if possible so we can track it as it travels across the blogsphere.
Tag 5 more blogs with links.
Don’t forget to leave a comment in the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
So Saturday night is the night of the big surprise party. Just to refresh your memory, Jane is having this big surprise 50th birthday party for Dick. The invitation came out to bring your own meat to put on the grille, bring a dish to pass, BYOB. At 9 p.m. there will be a bus to pick up all the men WHO ARE ALLOWED TO GO and take them to the local strip club. Please be prepared to share in the cost of the bus. Once the guys are on their way there will be a sex toy party for the ladies. And because it’s a surprise party her last statement on the invitation read: “Now don’t let the pussy out of the panties, okay?”
It will be interesting to see how many guys hop on the bus.
Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. I'm supposed to tag 5 bloggers to play. Okay, let's see now - - -
Cosmic, Capitolady, Bluesleepy, Art, Meggie Lou
Okay, Folks, let's see what you can do.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Life with Lucy
Anybody know who Connie is? She left the following comment on my previous post regarding the picture of the young man standing in the tractor bucket with a chain saw. She identified herself by her first name but signed in as ANONYMOUS and left no link to let us know if she’s a blogger or not.
“Sorry but my husband is a safety expert and that photo just became part of his photo gallery of how to kill or mame yourself quickly and easily.Connie”
Sorry to have offended your senses, Connie, but the method used in taking down that tree was not Ole’s idea – he’s a bit smarter than that. Bulletproof Man is in the business of taking down trees and that’s the method that HE chose. He carries his own insurance, etc., and was paid to do the job. Maybe I took your comment wrong, but it sounded rather critical of Ole’s intelligence. Besides that, it would have been nice if your safety expert husband would have asked permission to use that picture as part of his gallery considering it’s part of his business.
Life with Lucy continues to be exciting. I’m dogger sitting this weekend as Ole, Lovely Daughter and Lars are all in Minneapolis attending the Annual Back to the 50s Weekend at the State Fair Grounds. Lucy was out with me yesterday afternoon when I was working in my flowerbeds, sticking quite close, rubbing up against me and chattering to me as she sat in the dirt watching me work. Beau and Daisy were lying out in front of the garage waiting diligently for Ole to come home. Suddenly, around the corner came Beau, saw that Lucy was outside and decided it was time to play Chase the Cat. Lucy, being afraid of dogs in the first place, took off running but unfortunately Beau caught her by the hindquarters. She screamed in terror, I yelled at Beau, who dropped her and came slinking back and lay down on the ground in front of me. Lucy managed to keep going and ran up a tree somewhere down by the river.
The most humiliating discipline that either of the dogs can receive is to be swatted across the behind with one of Ole’s caps, which I promptly did. Beau got about four hard swats and decided that he was going to growl and snap at me. I knew I couldn’t back down or he would win and then think he ran the show. NOT AT MY HOUSE! So he got four more swats and he growled and snapped again. So he got four more swats, this time across the nose. And I won – he gave in and cowered on the ground. I promptly took him in the house and made him sit by the door in the back hallway for the remainder of the afternoon. There will be no kitty chasing of any kind at my house.
Daisy is such an easy-going dog. She minds so well and does what she’s told. Beau, on the other hand, being a boy dog is much more stubborn and thinks that rules are made for everyone else but him. As a result he always has to be told two or three times before he’ll mind. When you’ve got big dogs you HAVE to be in control at all times. Beau has been quite meek and mild and minded quickly since that scenario.
Lucy finally came back to the house last night about dark, none the worse for wear fortunately. I think it will be a long time before she goes outside again. Poor little thing.
Her week’s worth of regular meals is beginning to show. There seems to be a bit of meat on her little ribs and her backbone doesn’t stick out quite so far. Big Brother emailed me this morning and asked me to take her in for shots. It’s his intention to take her home with him this fall when he comes to visit. That was my intention also, as I truly don’t need another cat, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to let her go by that time.
I had best sign off for now. I’ve got work to do and I have to go give Lucy a cuddle.
Love Lena
“Sorry but my husband is a safety expert and that photo just became part of his photo gallery of how to kill or mame yourself quickly and easily.Connie”
Sorry to have offended your senses, Connie, but the method used in taking down that tree was not Ole’s idea – he’s a bit smarter than that. Bulletproof Man is in the business of taking down trees and that’s the method that HE chose. He carries his own insurance, etc., and was paid to do the job. Maybe I took your comment wrong, but it sounded rather critical of Ole’s intelligence. Besides that, it would have been nice if your safety expert husband would have asked permission to use that picture as part of his gallery considering it’s part of his business.
Life with Lucy continues to be exciting. I’m dogger sitting this weekend as Ole, Lovely Daughter and Lars are all in Minneapolis attending the Annual Back to the 50s Weekend at the State Fair Grounds. Lucy was out with me yesterday afternoon when I was working in my flowerbeds, sticking quite close, rubbing up against me and chattering to me as she sat in the dirt watching me work. Beau and Daisy were lying out in front of the garage waiting diligently for Ole to come home. Suddenly, around the corner came Beau, saw that Lucy was outside and decided it was time to play Chase the Cat. Lucy, being afraid of dogs in the first place, took off running but unfortunately Beau caught her by the hindquarters. She screamed in terror, I yelled at Beau, who dropped her and came slinking back and lay down on the ground in front of me. Lucy managed to keep going and ran up a tree somewhere down by the river.
The most humiliating discipline that either of the dogs can receive is to be swatted across the behind with one of Ole’s caps, which I promptly did. Beau got about four hard swats and decided that he was going to growl and snap at me. I knew I couldn’t back down or he would win and then think he ran the show. NOT AT MY HOUSE! So he got four more swats and he growled and snapped again. So he got four more swats, this time across the nose. And I won – he gave in and cowered on the ground. I promptly took him in the house and made him sit by the door in the back hallway for the remainder of the afternoon. There will be no kitty chasing of any kind at my house.
Daisy is such an easy-going dog. She minds so well and does what she’s told. Beau, on the other hand, being a boy dog is much more stubborn and thinks that rules are made for everyone else but him. As a result he always has to be told two or three times before he’ll mind. When you’ve got big dogs you HAVE to be in control at all times. Beau has been quite meek and mild and minded quickly since that scenario.
Lucy finally came back to the house last night about dark, none the worse for wear fortunately. I think it will be a long time before she goes outside again. Poor little thing.
Her week’s worth of regular meals is beginning to show. There seems to be a bit of meat on her little ribs and her backbone doesn’t stick out quite so far. Big Brother emailed me this morning and asked me to take her in for shots. It’s his intention to take her home with him this fall when he comes to visit. That was my intention also, as I truly don’t need another cat, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to let her go by that time.
I had best sign off for now. I’ve got work to do and I have to go give Lucy a cuddle.
Love Lena
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