Movie Meme

I saw this one at Sues, and it's popular on some other blogs I read too. I figured it might be something fun to break up the monotony, and also get you to comment!! :)

Here the rules. (Mom there is even 1 or 2 that you should be able to guess!) and Hub you are limited to guessing 3. :)

Pick 10 of your favorite movies. Then go to IMDB.com and find a quote from each movie. List those on your blog and then cross them out as people guess the movie they are from.

1."That's a negative Ghost Rider, the pattern is full"

2."Did you guys see the size of that chicken?"

3. "Whatcha got ain't nothin new. This country's hard on people, you can't stop what's coming, it ain't waiting on you, that's vanity."

4. "Do you wanna hear about the time Jesus saved us from the tornado?" RV, Hub.

5. "Listen Mr. Kansas law dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?" Tombstone, Hub

6. "I'd offer you a beer but it seems you've blown up my bar"

7. "They are saying goodbye in their own way. Playing outlawed tunes on outlawed pipes"

8. "Dunbar, not Dumb Bear" Dances with Wolves, Mom

9. "They're called Boobs Ed"

10. "This dock is off limits to civilians" " I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately."

Leave the answers in the comments section, and remember no cheating!!

Callin BS!

I'm offically calling Bull S**t on my darling 7 year old daughter!! BULLogna. She must have been plotting quite awhile with Oma, working on her acting skills. Oh, the screams of terror, and the "I'm gonna throw up" and don't forget the "That guys the devil". All in an evil plot to get me into a swim suit....wait for it......IN PUBLIC!

The gall of these two is really pushing all my too fat for a swimsuit buttons. Seriously. I used to swim, I was kinda good back in my skinny days. I could hold my own in a speedo. Now? They want me in a suit after 2 kids and lottsa twinkies 10 years later??? Goff, I think not!

Except in this house, given our family history it is absolutely not acceptable to be afraid to swim. It won't float around here (arr harr harr, that's funny right there) So I must suck it up, and for that matter suck it in, and drag myself from the locker room to the pool in some sort of potato sack contraption and show her how it's done.

Must find a way to do this.....must find the desire to swim, er, teach her to swim. I must cause that's part of the job description. And the fact that in this house, you must know how to swim.

I should plot against Oma, and make her attend these lessons too!!! Hum, now there's a novel idea!!!! snerk.

PS, I'm sparing you the pics, one because she's terrified, and two because they make me cry. So there.

Beautiful Day!

Not gorgeous, but perfect for avoiding indoor chores! I am very happy to report that I have spent nearly the entire day outside preparing to build and plant my new Lasagna Garden. No I'm not growing Lasagna, silly. I am however organically filling my raised garden boxes with layers of paper, manure and other organic matter at my disposal. It's fun, and Earth friendly. You should try it!

The not so useless Father in Law built me these recycled garden boxes after Hub broke his leg. I didn't even have to ask, so he can be known now as the Father in Law formerly known as Useless, or FILFKAU, which ever you choose. I'm just extremely glad that I didn't A) Have to make them myself or B) Have to beg and beg him to do it.

It's hard work. You don't have to til up the ground, but you do have to gather all your organic matter. For me, that means I am out in the field filling up the rather small wheel barrow just shy of a thousand times (ok, so that figure is a bit inflated) and wheeling it an inch short of a mile (again, inflated) and shoveling it back out. Gimme some credit. It's hard work.

Here are some photos of the work in progress:


Here is a great picture of the layers. It all starts with brown paper bags over the grass, or in my case weeds. It helps kill the weeds and prevent them from intruding into my future garden.

It's followed by a thin layer of dirt that the moles were nice enough to supply me with. They are every where lately. They must know that I needed a lot of dirt!! Next is a layer of composted poo, followed by peat moss. Mental note: Must buy more Peat Moss!


Below was my view while working, I just can't tell you how much I love watching these beasts.

Every now and again he would look up from his snack and make sure that I was still earning my keep. Oh wait, that was this fellows job


And providing the entertainment for the action packed day was Mr Spice himself, Cajun.


Now I must leave you and go clean out the cat litter. Poor me.

This just in

Note to self:

Must not dream. Must not want things, Must not express dreams out loud. Must not expect anything more than I am capable of right this very moment.

Must continue this feeling forever. and ever.

Amen.