In three or four weeks this little guy will be living at Bella and Bastian's house....they've named him Boston. Julie finally gave in to B & B's continuous pleas to get a dog. It's not that she didn't want a dog, it's just everything that goes along with owning one and yet another responsibility in an already hectic and crazy household. But everyone will have their assigned jobs concerning Boston. Bella, who is so excited she can hardly stand it, will keep him brushed and groomed. Bastian, who is actually afraid (no terrified) of dogs....and shows it, will have the task of feeding him. (At least that's the plan.)
One of the main reasons Julie decided to cave-in and get a dog was to help Bastian get over his fear of them. Having a puppy, taking a part in his growth, and playing and growing with him from his puppyhood might be the best thing for Bastian. He actually loves animals...he's just very afraid of them for some reason. Who knows what runs through a five-year-old's head.
The breeder of this 4-5 week-old little Pug is in the early stages of potty training him and the rest of his litter, and felt it was better for Julie to wait a few more weeks before having him in her home. She's even begun calling him Boston so he gets use to the name.
Julie says Bella couldn't be happier...and Bastian has his days where he's excited and days where he's 'not so sure.' It will be interesting to see how everyone adjusts....Bastian and Boston included. They want to start this little guy out in the right way and have plans for further training in the coming months. Oy, I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Julie's sanity.
My cousin Pat sent me these tidbits. It’s never too late to learn something….
Where did "Piss Poor" come from?
They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot; and then once a day it was taken and sold to the tannery...if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor".
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot... They "didn't have a pot to piss in" and were the lowest of the low.
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s….
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June. However, since they were starting to smell, brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water; then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children…last of all the babies.
By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof.
When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying, "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. A bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor."
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing.
As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't we? I know I am.)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostlyvegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day.
Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: “Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old”.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.
When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon."
They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and “chew the fat.”
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes; so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the “upper crust.”
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial.
They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom; “of holding a wake”.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people; so they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave.
When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive.
So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell.
Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, “saved by the bell” or was “considered a dead ringer”.
It's hard to believe that a whole year has passed...and Olive is a year old today. It seems like she was just born and I was cuddling her new little body in my arms. Now she's crawling all over and even taking a few steps. She is definitely her own little person. What a joy she has been for everyone.
I'm looking forward to seeing the pictures of her opening my presents. Have fun sweet girl.... Lots of love and hugs, Grandma xoxo
My electricity went out last night. No reason. I'd like to point my finger at Mother Nature again...she would deserve it; but there were no crackles of lightening...no beastly high winds....not a drop of rain. It was actually a beautifully comfortable 70ish degree day followed by the same kind of evening. My kind of weather. P E R F E C T!
My son and I were sprawled out on my bed watching tv, when around 6:30 PM the whole house went silent...and dark. Everything was off. Joe and I just looked at each other. "What just happened," I said.
"It appears your electricity is out," he joked back.
"Yeah, I know. Where's the storm? What the heck?"
"Give it a few minutes Mom, this happens to me all the time. It usually comes back on in a few minutes."
"Yeah, well this doesn't usually happen here. There's usually got to be a major storm attached to it for me."
I can rationalize things in my mind if I'm looking at an obvious reason; but these 'just because' moments don't work for me. As Joe and I sat there in the dusk of the day and not much light coming in from outside, those 'few minutes' he mentioned were accumulating...and nothing had changed.
Oh Lord I hate being without electricity. I never thought much about how reliant I am on having it. A couple of horrible storms from past weeks made that obvious to everyone. I called Com Ed to report the outage; but not before Joe took a flashlight downstairs to check the fuse box...just in case. But we both knew it wasn't a fuse problem....not the WHOLE house; and I was betting my entire neighborhood was probably in the same boat.
Com Ed had already been notified of the outage in my area and were 'on it.' Estimated time of repair wasn't for two hours. Well, it could have been worse. What's two hours? Nothing like the days on end many of us experienced from the last big storm. No need to panic over things left in my refrigerator or freezer...like last time. My only hope was if their estimate was wrong, it would err on the shorter side rather than the longer.
Joe had plans to go to a friend's house for the rest of the evening, but I could see he was a little tentative leaving me in the dark....literally. There wasn't anything to do about it. Now I just had to amuse myself somehow without the comforts of technology. Oh crap, this is where I don't do well.
No tv. No lights, so reading or doing puzzles was out. No computer....argh, enough said. I could always go outside and mull over the situation like a couple of my other neighbors I saw from my window. But honestly....been there, done that.
Music...I always have my music. Yep, I would just plug myself into my CD player and relax until my world was back to normal....whatever that is.
Lying in the darkness on my bed, it was just me and my music...as it so often is with me. There I passed the time transported to other places and other personas...in a state of calm and tranquility; until I was rudely jolted back to reality by 'all things electrical.' Maybe I actually wouldn't have minded a little more time away; but lights and flashing clocks told me I was back in business...and sooner than estimated.
One thing I do know....I'm not in love with these little unscheduled surprises; and even less so these days. There could have been any number of reasons why the outage happened...an overload, some broken cables...who knows. But as far as I'm concerned, Ma Nature isn't completely off the hook on this one. She's been getting away with murder lately. ~Joy xo
These are too funny. My sweet blogging buddy, Darlene, sent these to me a while back...she sends me so many good things. I wanted to share them with you...thought we could use a few more laughs.... ~Joy xo
It's not whether you win or lose, but how you place the blame.
You are not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on.
When blondes have more fun, do they know it?
Five days a week my body is a temple. The other two it's an amusement park.
LEARN FROM YOUR PARENTS' MISTAKES...USE BIRTH CONTROL
Money isn't everything, but it sure keeps the kids in touch.
Don't Drink and Drive. You might hit a bump and spill something.
If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
Reality is only an illusion that occurs due to a lack of alcohol.
We are born naked, wet and hungry. Then things get worse.
Red meat is not bad for you. Fuzzy green meat is bad for you.
Ninety-nine percent of all lawyers give the rest a bad name.
Xerox and Wurlitzer will merge to produce reproductive organs.
Alabama state motto: At least we're not Mississippi
The latest survey shows that three out of four people make up 75% of the population.
"I think Congressmen should wear uniforms, you know, like NASCAR drivers, so we could identify their corporate sponsors."
"You know why a banana is like a politician?"
"He comes in and first he is green, then he turns yellow and then he's rotten.." (okay there's a few good ones in the bunch.)
ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS NO MATCH FOR NATURAL STUPIDITY.
We have enough "youth."How about a fountain of "smart?"