Still Here...

But I got nothing.  Mid-Summer slump I guess. 

Sorry for the lack of posts lately but I've been pretty mellow and not into the whole blogger thing.  

This happens from time to time with me.  I expect it does with you all too.

So what's up?

The garden is quiet except for the random tomato or squash.  The only thing that's putting out is the Zinnia bed (and for that I'm grateful.)  We've fallen into a more reasonable pattern of temps in the 90's with an infrequent shower here and there.  They've told us we're in "Stage 1 Drought" which doesn't impact me as the garden is finished and I don't water my lawn anyway.

SM and I are busy with work and are too tired to do much once we get home so there's nothing new to report there.  I know we're both looking forward to Fall and getting active again.

I chased SM out of the house this weekend and up to Ohio for a family gather (his side) this weekend.  I wasn't feeling the long drive (since we'd been there last month) so I opted out.  I told SM that he didn't need me whining at him that it was past my bedtime (8:30) when he was with his brothers at the bar, smoking cigars and having a good laugh.  (I tend to be the party pooper around here.)

And to be honest it's sometimes nice to be alone.  Not that I'm really alone with three dogs shadowing my every move, but you get my drift.  

I mowed the lawn and went grocery shopping and did a bunch of laundry yesterday.  I thought about cleaning the carpets and decided to wait until today for that.  Good thing as Scooter puked up a wad of grass that he'd eaten.  I saw that this morning and had to shake my head at the irony.

Anyhow...I'm boring ya'll with mindless blather, so how about some selfies?

                                       Holy Shit!  When did I get so gray??? 

And there you go.
Just another quiet day around here.  
Ya'll have a good one...

Mens Work

SM and I were watching an old Western on AMC this morning.

 

Richard Widmark, Henry Fonda, Anthony Quinn in Warlock, a 1959 gunslinger with the typical showdown, shoot em up bang-bang of good guys vs bad guys.

Of course, the two chicks in the movie ran around wringing their hands and making sad moo-moo eyes at their respective beloveds eminent demise.

SM's sipping his coffee and I'm sucking on a Mt Dew which, lets face it, makes me a bit more sparky than SM.

"Why don't these chick's do something?"  I said annoyed. 

"Like what?"  SM asked.

"I don't know.  They always stand on the sidelines in these movies.  I know if it were me, I be getting me a gun."  I retorted.

"Too heavy.  Your wrist couldn't even hold Gerry's pistol."  (Our friend Gerry is big into guns and was showing SM one of his latest acquisitions which felt like it weighed 20lbs.)

 

"Grab a rifle...Grab a bat.  Bean him over the head with a frying pan."  I was getting blood thirsty.

"Nah.  Let the men handle it."  SM replied.  

And they did, in typical Spaghetti Western fashion.

Later, when I was in the garden picking flowers and slapping mosquitoes it occurred to me that if I had been born 200 years ago my outlook on life would be entirely different than it would be now.  The culture of the times would have made me an entirely different person than I am today.

Seems to me that today's girls are a lot more aggressive with each other and with their men than they need to be.  

Of course there's a time and a place for everything, frying pan included.

Just seems to me that we've maybe lost the subtle art of feminine aggression.

Maybe there's a place for the moo-moo eyes after all...?