Memorial Weekend…

I must not have been paying attention. I was surprised to learn that the long holiday weekend is upon us.

Doesn’t it figure, my desk is cleared for now, so I don’t even get the pleasure of ignoring the work until Tuesday.

We’ll be spending much of the weekend power-washing the house in preparation for paint. I say “we”, but I’m really referring to Mr. Kewlstuff. I’d help, really I would. But there’s some unwritten rule around here about women not being allowed to touch any tool that has the word “power” in its name. Understandable I guess, considering that time with the nail gun….

Anyway, my role is picking out the paint. HUGE responsibility there. ‘Cuz if you’re off just a shade, you have to live with the results for a long, long time. And worse yet, you just know that everyone that drives by will be asking themselves “What were they thinking?”

There’s a house like that in town. Looks like it was painted with a wet Smurf. Maybe the paint was on sale? Maybe the homeowner is color blind? Maybe the paint looked great in the can? Maybe they wanted to be able to give easy directions by saying “Just look for the big blue house on the right.” Hard to say.

So hey… if you happen to be in Home Depot over the weekend, stop by the paint department and say hi. I’ll be the one standing in front of the paint chips with that deer-caught-in-the-headlights look on my face.

Have a great weekend!

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Mother Nature is a Cruel Beotch

I’ve always had great respect for nature and our planet. I recycle, I repurpose, I don’t use pesticides/insecticides and if I ever caught you littering it would not be pretty. I even practice catch and release. Well…. unless it’s a spider bigger than a daddy-long-legs. Those I leave to Mr. Kewlstuff, who surprisingly enough, is not afraid of them!?! (Personally, I think it’s all just an act, and on the inside he’s really screaming like a girl. Seriously, who’s not afraid of spiders? That’s just not possible.)

Anyway, the point is, I try to tread lightly. Leave a small footprint. Not interfere.

But after this week, I’m rethinking the interfering part.

The bunny story did not end well, although the dogs played no further role in it. Within 36 hrs. I realized the doe was not returning to the nest to feed the babies. By the time I secured the proper replacement formula, including the acidophilus necessary for their digestion, it was too late. Everything I read said DO NOT remove those babies from their nest. I should have followed my gut on this one and removed them immediately.

So, if that wasn’t bad enough…

Ya know, when that Robin decided to build her nest on the porch, my first instinct was to stop her. The Phoebe had seniority. But again, I didn’t want to interfere, and figured that they’d work it out. I thought the Phoebe had accepted the fact that her new neighbor was here to stay. They wouldn’t turn their backs on each other, but they dutifully stayed on their respective nests. Night before last, on my way into bed, I noticed that the Phoebe was not on the nest. After watching her raise eight broods over the last four years I knew she would NEVER have just abandoned it. This wasn’t going to end well either.

We checked the next morning. Two of the three eggs had hatched, but both hatchlings were dead. I suspect the male Robin had something to do with it. He’d been hanging around a lot the past few days, and since he’s three times the size of a Phoebe, I think he strong-armed them into leaving.

Again, had I followed my gut the ending would have been much different.

Yea, I know only the strong survive. blah. blah. blah. But from now on, I’m going to do what I can to make sure that at least some of the weak ones survive too. I prefer happy endings.

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Any Hip Fans In Here?

You should know that if you were lucky enough to have seen Tragically Hip preform in Toronto this week, I am pos-O-tively GREEN with envy.

They’re going to be within driving distance here in June. I’m hoping we can fit them in……


Happy Mother’s Day!

rosesSome notable quotes for all you Mom’s out there;

  • “Mothers of teenagers know why animals eat their young.” – Author Unknown
  • “Any mother could perform the jobs of several air-traffic controllers with ease.” – Lisa Alther
  • “Mothers are all slightly insane.” – J.D. Salinger
  • “I want my children to have all the things I couldn’t afford. Then I want to move in with them.” – Phyllis Diller
  • “The most remarkable thing about my mother is that for thirty years she served the family nothing but leftovers. The original meal has never been found.” – Calvin Trillin

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The View From My Window – Spring Edition

There’s some kewl (and some not so kewl) stuff going on out in the yard again.

The Phoebe is back for her fourth year in a row to nest atop the porch post. She’s laid three eggs, and leaves the nest infrequently.


A couple of days ago I heard a commotion on the porch, and when I went to investigate, I discovered that the Phoebe has a new neighbor. Meet Mrs. Robin…..


The Phoebe was none too happy about this development……..


Truth be told, we’re not thrilled either. Since they usually produce two broods each year, it looks like yet another summer where we won’t have use of the porch until August.

Then late yesterday afternoon, as I’m passing the dining room window, I spot one of the dogs with something hanging out of her mouth. Ack! For a second I thought she’d snagged Mr. Chipmunk, but soon realized she’d uncovered a nest of baby rabbits. She reluctantly dropped it when I told her to, but it was too late. I gotta say, I am always taken aback when one of them does something so, well, so dog-like.

This morning I went out to the nest to see how many babies remained. Not two feet from the back of the house……



I haven’t seen anything of Mom today, but I think they only return to the nest a couple of times a day at this stage. I surely hope she does return, ‘cuz the babies are exposed to the world right now, and it’s supposed to rain for like the next five days. I was so much happier not knowing they were out there.

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Buy Me This….

I generally don’t share Mr. Kewlstuff’s enthusiasm for cars, but this has got to be the sexiest vehicle on the planet.

It’s a meld of the ’57, ’58 and ’59 Chevy.

I figure if you all pool your money you can have one of these delivered to me for Christmas. (But listen, get the order in now, because I’ve read somewhere that they’re only going to produce 100 of them.)

You can see more pictures at


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  • Published: May 1st, 2009
  • Category: t.g.i.f.
  • Kewl Comments: 2

This Week’s T.G.I.F.

I intend to spend the better part of this afternoon scaring the crap out of myself with a new-to-me collection of Stephen King’s short stories.

But before I go, here’s a relatively new site I wanted to share. If you don’t laugh out loud at at least some of these texts…. well I think there’s a pill for that.

Here are a few of my favs, but you can read them all at —–> Texts From Last Night

(717): You can spell. I can kill people with no remorse. We all have our skills.

(650): So is it bad that I’m using this 21 year old for his hot bod and utter naivety?
(303): No its what 21 year olds are made for

(586): If a girl drunk dials you she’s at least entertained the idea of sleeping w/ you correct?
(313): YES

(919): What are we going to do tonight?
(704): What we try to do every night. Take over the world

(586): I went to blockbuster, where I always go when I need to soul searching
(586): Despondent, hopeless, I decide on vantage point, because I vaguely resemble matthew fox (let me believe this, please)
(586): It was cheaper to buy then rent, so now I’m stuck w/ a wretched hangover and I own this shit movie

(808): i hope you realize when i said “grib” earlier i was referring to the gridded binary, a mathematically concise data format commonly used in meteorology to store historical weather forecast data. also meant in referential conjunction to my probability math class that i am failing at roughly 215pm tomorrow afternoon.

(208): i just saw a midget buying condoms and graham crackers. i wonder which was the impluse buy.

(973): On a scale from 0 to 24…wait, 3 to 24, where 6 is the lowest and 12 is the highest, how freaking high re you right now?

(617): So explain to me again how you wake up next to a Brazilian model and I wake up next to a turkey sub? And a jar of grey poupon.

(303): I’m gonna do things to you that will make the neighbors want to move.

(847): Yeah, it was perfect until the end. Apparently women are super attracted to me until the sleeping with part.

(206): put your party hat on. and by party hat I mean no panties

(714): I wish there was an iPhone app to help you with your shitty personality.

(818): Fyi I let myself into your place, I’m wearing some of your clothes in your bed. Come take them off


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