sandy

When I was growing up we had a dog named Sandy.
 I don't remember if it was a male or female. But I will refer to it as a male.

It was a nice enough dog.
I believe he was a Husky Collie mix.
He was an outside dog who occasionally got loose and
ran through the countryside ditches and would come home reeking to high heaven.

 

Once there was anticipated bad weather on the way
and we decided to bring Sandy in for the night.
The best place for him to sleep was in the basement
and the dumb dog decided to not participate
in the going down into the aforementioned basement.

This is a picture of another dog doing what Sandy did.
But you have to picture my dad on this side of her
trying to fold her legs in and get her downstairs.

Ah the love of a dog...

books to go

I am getting rid of some of my books.
Definitely not all of them and not even a lot of them.
Just some of them.
Ken had a look and then took some and
I should check with Laura and Scott and
then it is off they go....

If only I could leave them here.

the first day of December

Dragging myself kicking and screaming into the holiday season.

I do enjoy much of it.
Pretty much all of the food,
some of the busyness and
all of the company.

Almost none of the dragging of the tree up from the basement.
An entirely huge amount considering that the itty bitty lights are already attached to the aforementioned tree and I don't need to fuss with strings of lights no more.

( I see the errancy of my grammatical ways and

 flaunt my ability to writes this the way that I wants it)

Going through the box of ornaments with memories delighting my countenance.

( I don't even quite know what that means...

after all, just what is my countenance?

and just why is it delighted by glittery globs of children's creations

 but - oh well )

Tons of it when I get to watch little children's faces when they see the sparkly lights.

As the season begins. Take delight in the wonder.

bewitched

So, if I had to pick a favourite television show from my past it would probably be Bewitched with Elizabeth Montgomery.

The thought of being magical was always quite intriguing to me as a child. I had wished that I had witch powers to help me navigate my life.

I believe I own all of the shows on DVD and looking back at them they are actually quite hoaky but they still hold a nostalgic charm for me that I assume will last as long as I do. 

While I might have wished for magical powers like Samantha I was very glad that I never had to wake up to a new husband and pretend there was no difference between Darrin Number One and Darrin Number Two.

 Darrin One

 Darrin Two

I wanted to live in that house.

I have always thought that Elizabeth Montgomery was the perfect person to play Samantha Stevens. And it wasn't just the twitching nose thing.

I have always thought of Samantha as a beautiful woman. But she was also kind and smart. Samantha was the one with the powers but she struggled with mortal life.
Samantha had a husband who didn't truly understand her. She did her best to give up a magical life to be married to him.

One of the earlier shows had a story line where Darrin wasn't happy with Samantha's efforts to give up witchcraft for him and the story then showed the idea that Darrin was prejudiced against witches. I think it was when I first watched that show that I understood that prejudice comes in alot of forms.
The idea of intentionally choosing the kind of life you live was also a lesson that I learned from that show.

They don't make shows like that anymore.
But it is just as well as we probably wouldn't watch anyway.
I'll stick to watching the old shows when I want a hint of magic in my life again.

Big Bang

One of my favourite current television shows is Big Bang Theroy.

Sheldon: Howard, you know me to be a very smart man.

Don't you think that if I were wrong, I'd know it? 

 And one of my favourite characters is Sheldon Cooper. 

A genius sort that confounds the mind. Played brilliantly by Jim Parsons. 

Howard: Sheldon, if you were a robot, and I knew and you didn't, 

would you want me to tell you?

Sheldon: That depends. When I learn that I'm a robot, 

will I be able to handle it?

Howard: Maybe, although the history of science fiction is not on your side.

Sheldon: Uh, let me ask you this: when I learn that I'm a robot,

 would I be bound by Asimov's Three Laws of Robotics? 

Raj: You might be bound by them right now.

Howard: That's true. Have you ever harmed a human being, 

or, through inaction, allowed a human being to come to harm?

Sheldon: Of course not.

Raj: Have you ever harmed yourself or allowed yourself to be harmed 

except in cases where a human being would've been endangered?

Sheldon: Well, no.

Howard: I smell robot. 

Sheldon: I'm not insane, my mother had me tested!

 

Sheldon: Why do you have the Chinese character for 'soup' 

tattooed on your right buttock?
Penny: It's not 'soup'; it's 'courage'.
Sheldon: No it isn't. But I suppose it does take courage 

to demonstrate that kind of commitment to soup.

 Sheldon: I am the proud owner of WilWheatonStinks.com, .net and .org!

 

 *After getting a spare in the bowling match*  

Sheldon: THANK YOU JESUS!!! ... as my mother would say.

 Leonard: Do you think we can outrun him? 
Sheldon: I don't need to outrun him, I just need to outrun you.

ninja cake

It probably would have kept some of my kids away.

stack 'em up

this looks like a great way to store your children