In 2002 we ran away from Illinois where we were born and raised, and started a new life in SW Florida. This blog is about me (an eccentric old artist), ROM (my Real Old Man), Isabella (our neurotic Standard Poodle) and Emmy (our crazy snake killing Jack Russell Terrier). Oh- and the neighborhood old people. Life is good in Florida!

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Sunday, July 31, 2011

I'm Bored So I Shall Rant...

ROM isn't feeling well this weekend, so we're having a quiet weekend at home. I was entertaining myself on Twitter, tweeting nonsense with friends about fluffers, sister wives (I want one), crazy people on Twitter, and discussed a blog of riddles about all the tweet wars. And then that damn Twitter decided I had tweeted too much and threw me in Twitter jail. What kind of social networking site punishes you for being too social? I tweet with a lot of funny people, often at the same time, and we have lively naughty chats.  So what am supposed to do? Only respond some and not others? That's rude! I can't ignore people or hurt their feelings. So I respond to everyone and end up in jail. For those who don't know, if you send more than 100 tweets per hour they lock your account for an hour or two. Which leads me to why I'm writing a rant. Because I'm bored and have nothing to do at the moment, and I can't fricking tweet. Bet you thought the rant was about Twitter jail.  Nope this is whole different rant... I've taken my Ambien so who knows if it will be coherent...

Most of my life has pretty much revolved around dogs. I feel in love with dogs as a young girl and never outgrew it. I love all dogs, but have a passion for well bred purebreds. I was six when I got my first purebred. I ran a koolaid and lemonade stand all summer and made enough money to buy a dachshund puppy from my neighbor's litter. I named him Popeye and loved that dog.

As an adult  I've raised many litters of puppies, trained them, and traveled all over showing them. I even learned how to do artificial insemination- the collecting part was kind of gross.  Even went on to open a dog grooming shop and taught obedience classes. I had been working in mental health/social services but found I enjoyed working with dogs more than people. Anyway, getting to my rant...

In our little neighborhood there are no sidewalks, so we walk the dogs along the street which happens to be blacktop. Do you have any idea how hot blacktop gets in the Florida sun? Hot! Very Hot! Twice this week, in the middle of the day I've seen these old coots walking their dogs in the middle of the day. One was a little MinPin that was whining pulling back on the lead, not wanting to walk. The woman with him was yelling at him to keep up and yanking on his leash. I couldn't stand it anymore so walked out to the street and explained to her how hot the pavement was. She thought I was crazy until I convinced her take her shoe off and feel it. Then she believed me, and picked the little guy up and carried him back home.

The other time it was the guy that lives down the street. He's a big guy, retired cop, and his dog is a black lab/shepard mix. The dog is all black and at least 40 lbs over weight. The dog is so fat he's never a perky walker, but in 95 degree heat with 80% humidity he was doing a slow shuffle. And I know the black top had to be burning his paws. I tried to mention how hot the pavement is during the day, but you can't tell this guy anything. He's one of those that knows it all. Lucky for the dog, the guy's ample girth made it a short walk. What drives me crazy is that people don't even consider the comfort, or in this case discomfort of their companions.  Makes me wonder how attached the average owner is to their dog. So that's pretty much my rant- stop walking your dogs on hot pavement during the hottest time of the day, ya dumb asses!

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Okay, I Lied...

In my last entry I said I would be quicker to post this past weekend's pictures. I lied. Here it is Thursday and I'm just getting around to posting. The past few weeks I seem to always be busy but I'm accomplishing very little. I think my ADD is out of control. I jump from thing to thing, not finishing anything before I get  distracted and go off in another direction. I can't even complete a conversation without losing my train of thought. To add to the confusion and chaos, Real Old Man is practically brain dead from putting in so many hours at work in the past few weeks. For example, here's one of our recent exchanges....

ROM: Don't cook tomorrow night because I don't know what time I'll get home.

Me: Okay. Do you want to stop on your way home and pick up a roasted chicken at....... shit, what's the name of that place?

ROM:I know the place you mean but I can't think of the name either.

Me: I keep wanting to say Arby's but I know that's not it.

ROM: I think it does start with an A

Me: It's on the tip of my tongue but I can't remember.

....Long pause.....

ROM: Basil's! That's the name!

Me: Yes! That's it. Why'd you say it started with an A?

ROM: I don't know. What do you want from Arby's?

Me: I don't want anything from Arby's! Chicken from Basil's- quick, write it down before we forget again.


And that's pretty much what it's been like around here recently. I did finally finish the big ass gecko but now have no idea where to put it. It's so big I think it will have to be hung on a wall. For now it's taking up the entire dining room table.


And now I'm back to work on two old sculpts I started some time ago. The one sculpted on the gourd will be a Lady of the Sea holding a fish net of shells. And the little one behind her will be a tall skinny naked old lady to go with my short chubby one in the header at the top of the page. Oh, and I'm sculpting a woman's head on the flower pot. So far all it has is the armature for the neck that's attached to the pot.

When we went to the beach last weekend, I took my Flip video camera and tripod. My intention was to set it up and just let it record, hoping to get something interesting. Well, I forgot the thingy that goes on the top of the tripod to attach the camera. So I just did a few minutes of panning the area- it's jerky and evidently I had my hand over the mic causing a whooshing sound. But if you want to see the videos you can see them on my You Tube channel. I'd thought about going to the other end of the the island and filming the area where they're digging for a body, but I thought that might be depressing.

And now the photos...


This couple were both smoking cigars...





I'm not going to lie to you again and say next week's photos will be posted early. They might, but then again, they might not-LOL

Thursday, July 21, 2011

So Late With Weekend Photos!


This poor blog gets so neglected, shame on me. Here it is almost the weekend and I still hadn't posted last weekends photos. When I retired, I was afraid I'd be so bored and not know what to do with my time. Instead, I've found just the opposite- there aren't enough hours in the day to do everything I want to do. So without further ado, here are the photos from last weekend...


After an early day rain, the weather was gorgeous for the beach.


In case you didn't know, I'm a people watcher and love getting candid photos of people as enjoy their time on the beach...


I love these next two photos...

I'm assuming they are grandmother and grand daughter. Their love for each other was so plain to see as they sat and quietly chatted. I took these two photos in particular for Lindsey, and she knows why;)


Found three sea turtle nests. Looks like something got into the first one. I have no idea if there are any eggs still in it...


Hopefully we'll have nice beach weather for the coming weekend. I will be sure to get my photos up quicker next week... that's the plan anyway...

Monday, July 11, 2011

Finally a Day Without Rain...

Real Old Man was on vacation all last week and it rained day after day until Saturday, when we finally got to spend a day on the beach. There was a chance of storms in the forecast which may explain why there weren't very many people out enjoying a day. The water was rough and murky plus there was a strong rip tide.


There were a few families on the beach who were probably thankful for a dry day so the kids could get out to play and burn up some energy...



And these guys walked up and down the beach several times. I think rooster boy wanted to show off his new hair-do...

Two rescue vehicles went zooming down the beach with their sirens and lights flashing. I have no idea what happened and didn't hear on the evening news anything about any deaths or injuries. There are always a few drownings every year, especially when there's a riptide and rough water. And of course we have an occasional senior that has a heart attack in the water and drowns. (Update- finally saw a news clip about what happened. Evidently a woman almost drowned. I added news video about the incident at the end of this post)



I got a kick out of watching these little girls playing.

I think they were three sisters and the oldest was having a helluva time getting the little one to keep her bathing suit bottom on...
 As hard as big sister tried, the little one just wasn't into wear those bottoms-LOL Isn't she adorable? Reminded me of that old Coppertone commercial when the dog pulled the little girls bottoms down. *** 5/18/14 - I removed this image because too many perverts were doing searches for "little girls bottoms" and ending up on this page. You sick degenerates- I hate you!)***

After filling two net bags with shells and treasures, I spent the afternoon soaking up the sun...



Thursday, July 7, 2011

Remember all my whining...

... about needing rain? I showed you pictures of my crispy brown parched lawn and bitched about getting no rain in June. I even tweeted that if we didn't get rain by July 1st I was going to do my naked rain dance, video tape it and put it on You Tube. That must have scared the bejezzuz out of Mother Nature because it rained June 30th... and we've been cloud covered with intermittent storms moving in and out of the area ever since. I didn't give my threat of dancing naked enough thought before uttering it. I wish I could take it back now.

While lamenting about my dead lawn, I didn't think about how miserable Isabella would be with the combination of daily storms and days on end of fireworks (it's now July 7th and assholes are still setting them off). I also forgot that the first of July was the week ROM was taking off work with big plans of spending days on the beach and evenings on the pier. We have squeezed in an evening on the pier, but the one day we did venture to the beach, it clouded up and we had to rush home to medicate the dog. Look at those sad eyes gazing out the door...



Now I want to take back my threat of dancing naked. In fact, if Mother Nature would replace the clouds with sunshine for the next three days, I promise to never ever dance naked again. Cross my heart hope to die, stick a needle in my eye- no naked dancing ever again.

During one of the brief sunny times we've had this week, I noticed the geckos all coming out from where ever they go when it rains, to soak up some rays..


And this cheeky little guy was flirting with me by showing off his dewlap...



  
In spite of the gloomy weather, we have been treated to some vivid and spectacular sunsets though seen from the porch on the west side of our house rather than on the beach...


Sunday, July 3, 2011

Show and Tell


I just found out one of my Twitter friends is into quilting and fabric art, so I wanted to show her these pieces I bought a few years ago. Click photos to see full size