Here He Is

Here he is in all his wet, muddy glory! Our Duke, pup! I thought after several blogs about him, you'd want to see him.

Labs were made for the water and this dog was born for it. Pictured here he has just swam for the first time in my Auntie's lake...

Handsome, yet messy.

Ah... the life of a dog is easy when the water is cool and wet!

Meaning of Lost, Found

At our house lives a girlie girl who is very concerned about lip gloss, dress up, fanciness, and anything princess- so imagine with me the emotional turmoil at the grocery checkout line two weeks ago. There with the contents of our cart pilled onto the conveyer belt we discovered that her purse was missing!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Tears the size of Lake Michigan fell upon her cheeks! Loud shrieks of"Where is it?" "What happened?" "I want my PURSE!" could be heard in aisle 47 (at the back of the store). And this following discussion could be heard by all checkout lanes...

"Momma, where is my purse?

"I don't know sweetie. It must be lost."

"But, Momma, I want my purse. Where is it?"

"Honey, that is what lost means- we don't know where it is."

After paying for our things we stopped by the Customer Service to leave information about the missing purse (cost originally $3, half used package of tissues $.89, and tube of very used lip gloss, $.98, but meaning and significance priceless!) along with of course, our phone number.

The ride home and next two days were filled with mourning and gloom. But brightness dawned when a message on our answering machine announced that the purse had indeed been lost and now was found!

We loaded up the car and rushed to the store! A huge smile appeared on my daughter's face as the staff handed her the M.I.A purse! Whew- life could continue again because this was the favorite of all the dress up purses (and we have a dozen)!

Sigh. Nice to know that customer service and common courtsey still exist!

Thanks, Wal-Mart!

Crop Circle on Church Lawn?

For those of you who spotted the white etching on the would-be-grass near our fellowship hall this weekend, no, it is not a crop circle left by aliens.

What you are seeing is a classical labyrinth temporarily painted with ball paint (which will fade quickly with rain, snow, sleet, dew etc.). Saturday one of our ladies who has accomplished some training as a labyrinth facilitator presented a workshop on labyrinths. And this temporary outdoor path was created for folks to walk, pray and reflect upon.

(Sounds like a great way to prepare to vote!)

So, stop calling the church office about those crazy crop circles. What we have here is an ancient tool of prayer on our lawn not some bizarre creation from the movie, Signs!

Vote!

It is voting time! Gotta go see how long the line is for me to vote today. My hubbie had to wait 90 minutes! Whew- maybe I'll take a snack!

Voting, I go!

Back in Time

Set the clock back. Set the clock back. Set the clock back. I am trying to remember to change our timepieces on Saturday night.

Set the clock back. Set the clock back.

Drinks on Me!

A member of my family has a drinking problem. We are pretty sure that he is in denial about it. Walks around as if nothing is amiss. Doesn't notice the signs nor the symptoms. Completely oblivious.

We have considered a number of different intervention methods and techniques. However, there are very few rehab programs out there for his unique situation and circumstance. You see, he has another disorder- an eating disorder. Maybe the two problems interact and escalate one another. I am not an expert. But I do know that the mess it creates is getting out of hand.

Odd thing is, that this is not your normal alcohol related issue. It has to do with water. Yes, water.

By now you may have guessed that I am writing about our dog, Duke. As you are blog-informed about his appetite for birds, rocks, kleenex, wooden puzzle pieces, and dollhouse furniture etc., you need to know the full story- he is a VERY sloppy drinker.

He gets more water around his mouth and on the kitchen floor than he takes into his throat and swallows. What is up with that? He then walks around the kitchen, leaving a slippery trail of salvia and water. This drinking problem has got to stop!

It is all I can do to mop up the floor throughout the day with old beach towels! Ugh. Help!

New Hobby

In my search for insighful, witty blog material I became consumed by a huge coughing fit and had to take a tall drink and a quick nap.

Whew- now that I am back... I am encouraging everyone to go vote next Tuesday. Read up on all the various candidates and their positions and then make a good choice. The election-campaign has become one of my hobbies (or morbid fascination) this fall. Watched all the debates, visited all the candidates websites, and read their material.

After the election is over, I will need another hobby. Knitting doesn't seem as exciting. Hmmm...