Mr. Moes is Captured ??????

Well, Mr. Moe finaly got put in jail, so to speak.  Moe, Moe has been going up and down the steps for a long time but never sat on the bridge and cried.  We have yet to figure out what his problem was.  I finally had to go half way up the stairs to get him to come down.  His new thing is to come running down the strps and jump from about the third step landing on the woor floor.  I'm trying to get him to stop it so he doesn't get hurt but you know how kids are, they just won't listen.  In any event, he was so cute up there.  He is starting a new thng by whimpering when he wants something.  It's a good and bad thing.  He did wake me up the other morning as he sat byt the door to go out so that's a good thing.   

Mr. Moe is a real pistol.  At night when I take him out he goes by the door but a soon as I reach for him to hook the leash up he runds into my office, growling, going in circles then he comes back again just far away from me that I can't get him.  Then he runs back into the office, through the bar, into the living room, through the kitchen, into the dining room and then all over again.  After I capture him, laughing hysterically at him I hook up his lesh and then he pulls on the other end so it's a tug of war with an 8 pound pup full of attitude.  when he loses that battle he unties my shoes.  The part that makes me mad is that Steve finally got me to give up my velcro shows and look what happens.   Had I stuck with velcro Mr. Moe's hair would have stuck to it and I could have captured him sooner than I do.  I think laughing at him might be part of the disciplinary issue.   Needless to say, we're really enjoying our little boy.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEVE

On May 2nd Moes experienced his first birthday party as the three of us celebrated Steve's 53rd birthday.  Neither Moe nor Max ever get people food other than a lick of the birthday cake during our birthday celebrations.  Max would take a bite of the cake, Moe was not so sure.  He licked it a little but was leary to bite.  I suspect that by his birthday on July 19th Moe will get the hang of it.  He really is a good boy.  He'd be even better if he'd make sure to go pottie outside "all the time" and not just some of the time.  We have the number one pretty much down but the number two is still a bit of a problem. 

I got Steve a Kindle thing.  He loves to read and has the thing in his hands all the time.  I think he's read at least five books already so it was a great gift selection. 

We were going to head to Steak Fire for dinner on the 2nd but he wanted to go to Salamone's for pizza so that's what we did.  As usual it was very good.  We ate too much as always.

MIDLIFE CRISIS

As many people know, Steve was driving a "hot" black Mustang that everyone in town loved.  I must say, it was a very nice car however, it was not very preactical and the thought of stuffing someone or something in the back seat was laughable at best.  We always had to take my Ford everywhere because we never knew who would be joining us or if we'd be bringing home doors to install in tha basement.  Whoever gets Steve's car will get a gem as it only had 6000 miles on it so it made for a very sweet trade in car. 

I loved driving the car.  Getting in was not really a problem, it was getting out of it that posed issues for me, and admitedly, Steve as well.  Driving it in the winter was a hzaard to say the least.  It is so low to the ground that you get stuck in even the smallest snow bank.  What's worse is that when there was a lot of snow you couldn't see around the snow banks and would have to pull half way out into the road to see what was coming.  It was a fun car in any event. 

Steve's new Lacrosse is very nice.  A good old family man car.  It has lots of fun things and the drivers seat is like sitting in the cockpit of an aircraft.  Unlike myself, Steve knows what all the buttons are for and won't crash into a pole trying to figure it out like I will.  (See previous entry).   We now have two practical cars that we can take where ever we go.  I have to say this, Steve spent weeks and weeks researching the car he wanted. Every day I waited to see what the car of the day was.  After he got that down the next issue was color.  That was a little more limited but an issue nonetheless.  It is a very nice car and I'm sure he's enjoyng it but has been hearing a lot of crap about trading his "hot Mustang". 

It's Buick Time

As much as Steve and I don't want to admit it, it's Buick time.  As we've been told by our frinds in Florida, "old people drive Buicks" and the Champagne color I selected is an "old person color".  Funny thing, the person who told us this is older than us. 

I really like my Enclave however it is huge.  I know that one day Steve will hear the crash in the garage and it will be me after I run the car into the freezer.  I think we're going to have to get a hanging tennis ball that hits the windshield so I know when to stop.  I'm certain that this car would never fit into the garage at our house in The Villages. 

I'm sure we all know what the word complex means and how technilogically challenged I can be, well, this care is like driving a computer.  It has this touch screen navigation-radio, do everything for you computer.  Steve and I played with it and thought we had it figured out.  The next day when I was going to work the lady who lives in the dash (we call her Evelyn) started talking to me.  "Follow the highlighted route and the navigation will begin".  I thought, how nice, it's going to help me find the office.  When I looked further, she was taking me to Florida which would not have been a bad thing.  This thing even gives us live traffic and weather reports.  Go figure. 

I was proud of myself today.  I had to go and find a house that was located on Wishing Well Lane in Fort.  I had no clue where that was.  I had done some preliminary research on the house and then headed out to find it.  "Evelyn" took me right to the house without a problem.  The issue arose when I wanted her to shut the hell up again.  I finally stopped at McDonals in Fort Atkinson and figured out how to shut her up. 

What's so scary to me is that I can start the car from my cell phone.  I could be in Florida and unlock the car 1200 miles away.  I can start it, check the fuel, tires, mpg, you name it and all from my cell phone.  A person has to wonder what they will think of next.  I think it's going to take some time to get used to this and most likely replace the freezer that sits in front of my car.

NEW CONTEST

(New Blog Posts Follow!)

MORE CHALLENGING

Tha last Brian and Steve's Adventure contest was quite easy so we're going to mix it up a bit. The attached picture is an item that was very useful. Continue reading th eblog and you "may" find more clues"

Here are the rules:

• The answer is four and only four words
• The answer must include the exact product name as it appeared in the box from which it came
• The anwer must include the designer name and exact name of the item.
• Every day or so a letter will appear (in random order) for each of the four words.
• Again, the items name must appear in the exact correct oder from the package the item originally appeared.
• Good Luck and Enjoy
• The winner will recieve another gift certificate to a bestro of our liking.

Here is the picture and the letters. (not necessarily in any order). Have fun.
WORD ONE:  (M) (T) (R) (A) (H) (A)
WORD TWO:  (S) (W) (A) (T) (E) (T) (R)
WORD THREE (A) (B) (S) (L) (E) (M) (Y) (S)
WORD FOUR (L) (O) (T) (O)

DAD AND FLOSSY

Well it's time to fess up.  Brian, and now Moe, have issues with dental floss.  I should not share this story but I tease everyone so I may as well tease myself and share my deepest carkest story that few people. 

You probably don't know that Brian has a problem with the use of public bathrooms.  It has nothing to do with them being clean it's just a "thing".  One day at work I needed to use the restroom so I went home.  I got to the duty room, took a seat and thought, well, while I'm here I may as well do something so I got my floss and started the task of proper dental hygene.  I did my flossing and then it was time to wrap things up and go back to work.  I stood up and looked for the dental floss that was now well used.  I could not find it.  I looked everywhere in the small toilet room and just could not find it so I went to work.  About fifteen minutes later I started to experience a slight burning feeling "you know where".  I went into my office as it became more uncomfortable.  I looked down younder and found the missing mint string in my underwear.  I pulled it out and hoped the burning would go away and it did in time. 

That being said, a few days ago Steve and I had delicious steaks on the grill and after that it was time to floss again.  I went and got the floss and sat next to the pool when the phone rang.  Steve answered and handed the phone to me.  I spoke to Nicole for a bit and then hung up.  I had laid the floss across my lap and "it was gone".  Having remained clothed by the pool for fear of a drone strike on my naked person, I just could not find the floss.  As I looked to my left I saw Moe, head down chompping on something.   Believe it or not, my first instinct was to go and smell Moe's breath.  YIKES.  I thought I'd smell mint.  Not a chance.  We took flashlights and looked everywnere.  We looked in the pool, in the house, under the furniture, on the bed, you name it and nothing.   I immediately called the doggie 911 and they told us dental floss is usually eaten by cats and occassionally bus owners but not dogs and we should bring him in.  Having no clue where we are during the day, finding this place at night was a trick. 

We got to the ER hospital and met with what I felt was a rude and crude so called dog nurse.  We asked if they could use a scope to look and they said they don't have one.  We asked if it could be seen on an xray and she said no, the only way to find it is to "CUT" him.  I let that one go.  She then went to speak to the doctor again and came back and said, and I quote, you can wait to see if he passes it otherwise take him to your vet and have them "CUT" him.  I literally sat there trying to figure out a nice way to tell her to go to hell but iIkept my mouth shut. 

They told us to wait 24-48 hours and see if he passed it.  If not they'd have to "CUT" him.  We were then told to give him bread as it's bulky and gets soggy and with some luck it would push the floss out.   For those of you who don't know what The Villages is all about, everyone goes to bed at 9:00 PM and everything closes.  It was about 10:00 and we could not find bread anywhere.  Finally we found some.  We gave Moe bread and then more bread the next day. 

Thirty hours after the floss meal Steve took him out at 2:45 AM and came running into the house and said to a sleeping Brian, I think I found it.  I got up and went outside to watch as Steve went through the "movement" with a screwdriver and held it up for me to see.  We shined the light on it and tried to figure out if it was grass or floss.  It was definately floss.  Steve asked what we should do with it and I said we should start a scrap book!  We decided on my second thought to "throw the dam thing over the wall that surrounds our house".  Needless to say, we were so relieved.  Having sugery on a six month old puppy is something we just didn't want to do. 

The moral of this story is keep dental floos between your teeth and not between your legs.

THE NEW JBS SOUTH EDITION

When we moved to The Villages in April of 2008 we had quite a lot of work to do to cover up some pretty horrible colors.  The picture at left is actually kind of peach which was mild compared to the dreamsicle orange we had in the kitchen.  The kitchen was our first line of attack because I couldn't stand it.  The cabinets were "shabby sheik" and it was just horrible. I called it shabby shit.   We painted the cabinets and it looks good for now. 

For those of you who used to come to Vista del Lago to visit us you will recall that we had a guest room that was theme oriented.  It was kind of an inside out garden room.  Picture things you'd see on the outside of a house on the inside.  Awnings going in instead of out, etc.  When we sold the house the new owners told us to please leave that room the way it was. 

That being said we could not go without a theme room in our house in The Villages.   After a ton of laughs and ideas, we came up with a beach theme.  Not too original but nice nonetheless.  Steve spent hours building the headboard from paddle boards and painted the room blue.  You will see the basic idea here,

As time went on we began to realize that not having an office to work in was a problem.  I worked on the small desk in the living room and Steve on the dining room table.  Not so good.   We assessed the number of visitors we had coming down in the foreseeable future and thought that changing it into an office was the right thing to do so that's what we did.  It is still a work in progress as you can see.  I found a gorgeous picture for behind the desk but I will never pay $300 for one picture.  Keep in mind, it killed me to spend $27 on new "non Velcro" sneakers.  I am adjusting well. 

So, here is the work in progress.  We have some things to get for the wall and my matching file cabinet arrives tomorrow.  I am in to ring binders and hanging file folders so I will be ready to roll.  

Notice the bands around the drapes.  I shocked Steve when I said I could simply not deal with them not hanging straight down so I asked him to make some bands for the drapes so we can train them to hang straight.   He was shocked I would ask for such an anal action but there you have it.

Quite the change if you ask me.  We used to have two printers in the master bedroom closet so every time we'd want to print something we'd have to go from the living room, into the bedroom, into the bathroom and then into the closet.  A real pain.  All the printers are now in the closet to the right.  Where you see the white blob to the left will be where my new file cabinet goes.   Being tax time, I have spent so much time in here you have no idea.  Some more finishing touches and we're ready until we buy a bigger house.