Let me tell you that as a little girl, my mother hated me. I feel that is a relatively true statement.
I know for a fact she hated my hair. With a passion.
My hair was light, light blonde and thin. No barrette would stay in place for more than three minutes.
So, she hacked off my hair and made me part it to the side, just like a boy. Then, shellac it with AquaNet.
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If I still had the photos, I would post them.
Once, and only once she home permed me. That lasted... maybe three days.
If I still had the photos, I would post it.
Anyhoo....
I had Barbie dolls, that had long beautiful blonde hair.
I tried to give them bangs.
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I also used mascara to color one's hair.
One Christmas/Birthday, I received a Barbie head.
That didn't work out so well for Barbie.
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Besides, I felt that was a really disturbing gift.
I think that is when I realized that hairdressing was not in my future.
Now, this Saturday, it was another spectacular day here and the monkeys were outside.
I decided to brush them all and use the Furminator on them.
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Love the Furminator.
But....
I took it a step further, maybe too far.
I got the scissors out and well.....Professional Monkey Groomer is not a good career choice for me.
What I am going to tell you, you will not believe.
But, as they say....
A picture is worth a thousand words.
Grave marker in Miami 2011
Vault in Miami 2011
My pal Eddie 2012
Yep. Those are my pictures, taken with my camera that the monkeys tried to eat. I finally bought a cord for my camera!
Now, hold on to your pants.......
Baby Z
Princess Lily Bear
Sterling aka Snoopy
Pugsley aka Uggies
And Samson won't let me take a picture of him no how, no way....
However, when a bribe of cookies is offered...
Possessed Monkeys
Ps. I realize the pictures are horrid. Bear in mind, I haven't touched this camera in over two years. And give me some credit, my boy is a professional photographer, he must have gotten his talent from someone!
This blog has been slightly off since I came back from my self imposed hiatus.
This is because, I have been working on an eighteen inch screen but only able to view...
let's give a generous estimation....six inches. And that six inches had multicolored vertical lines running through it.
I never could see punctuation, etc.
This is due to monkey damage. Shocker, huh?
Now, somehow, I found out that I do not have to replace the WHOLE COMPUTER, I can just replace the screen.
M Y S E L F ! ! ! !
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HUH? WHAT, YOU SAY?!
Yes, for fifty buck on Amazon, $1.97 at Walmart, a Youtube video, and fifteen minutes of my time.....
So....I took four days off from work. A much needed break, seriously. When you are thinking of stabbing random strangers, I think that's a really good time to take a break.
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Saturday was an absolutely beautiful day. So beautiful in fact, that I was motivated to fix the fence.
So, me, a monkey and a beer went to work.
When the fence project was far enough done, I let out two more monkeys to join us.
These monkeys could not have been happier!!
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I took a seat on the weathered wooden bench and looked out over the fields towards the mountains.
I never get tired of looking at them.
I noticed smoke in the fields and watched as the farmer lit the ditches on fire. It clears the weeds from the path of the water to come. Actually, the big water is already in the big ditch. I guess he has to tap into it some how.
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Anyhoo....I love watching fire flames. Every now and then I give Puggies a sip of my beer. Because, I am not a lush and Puggies would love to be a drunk monkey.
As I watch the flames rise over the ditch, I was reminded of something that happened here a couple months back.
It was night time and I like to go outside and look at the stars. When I stepped outside I looked to the north and it looked like the fields were on fire!
So, I call up a coworker that lives ten minutes away in that general direction and ask, "Hey, is the prairie on fire near you?"
His answer was, "Nope." He's a talker, I tell ya!
Well, this was one mystery I couldn't just rest. Besides, really what if a fire was heading my way?
So, I load up Sampson, the eldest monkey and way we go. I have to see what is on fire! Well, we drive and drive about ten miles until I see that the prairie is not on fire but....
The Eye of Sauron!
Okay, so it really wasn't the Eye of Sauron, but I swear I could have been.