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Hang out and chit chat for awhile… and when you’re done

check out some of the excellent offerings on our recent and rec’d list.

O & Please don’t rec the pony party, another will trot up in a few hours.

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This is NOT the version I was looking for. It was the only one I could find.

(it ain’t that bad)

We’re in the country at the farm. Connection is teh sux.

Thanks for stopping in….

Hang out and chit chat for awhile… and when you’re done

Please check out some of the excellent offerings on our recent and rec’d list.

O & don’t rec the pony party, please… another will trot up in a few hours.

(^.^)

We’re in the country at the farm. Connection is teh sux.

to blog or not to blog….

How do I talk about Cary Grant without using all the expected words… suave, sophisticated, sexy, charming, dapper, handsome, dimple-in-chin, tall, great in a suit, great voice/cadence/rhythm, great walk. And fucking funny. A vaudevillian heart more than a heart throb… he could fall, tumble, crash into things, drop things, and act like a nerd. His confused was both endearing and comical. He had a darkness as well. It always took me by surprise; it was incredibly intriguing.

But you knew he smelled good. If your nose could only find its way to his neck and nestle right below his ear. You knew he could kiss… every time I saw him, it was easy to imagine kissing him. But not just serious kissing. Flirty kissing. Laughing kissing. Eyes wide open kissing.

And… He was one of the best actors I’ve ever seen.

Do you think I had a thing for Cary Grant?  And I don’t care if he was gay or bi. No bearing on how I felt, well, still feel. And you want to know something even funnier? ej is a little Cary Grant-like. Not in looks. But the nerd part for sure and he’s funny and charming. Mostly, it’s those Grantesque “everything that can go wrong will go wrong” moments. Like going into an American supermarket and asking for chocolate bars. the guy told him they didn’t have any. of course, he eventually found them and then, in true ej style, his voice pitched as he complained that not only were there chocolate bars, but there was a whole aisle of them…  it’s hard for him to accept that sometimes, people don’t understand his accent.

I got to see Cary Grant once. He was going around the country, sitting on stages small and large, and answering people’s questions. “An Evening with Cary Grant” I think he called. When I saw him (he was 82 then), Liz Smith introduced him. And guess what? I was the first one he pointed to in the audience to ask a question.

Here’s the way I remember it…

“Mr. Grant… Cary. I just wanna hear you say my name.” And the audience erupted with laughter… he smiled, put his hands over his eyes to cut the spot lights to look at me.

“What’s your name?”

Fighting the swoon… i said p… pfiore8. And he said, “Hello pfiore8. How are you this evening?”

One of my best ever moments…

Welcome to the grand illusion

Come on in and see whats happening

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     Welcome to the Pony Party Special Hands-Free Edition, brought to you tonight by Dr.  Phil, for so astutely diagnosing Britney Spears as being “in dire need of help.” Thank you, Dr. Obvious. The guys down at the tractor pull were saying this last year, and the four-year-old next door phoned it in way before you did. But the good news is you’re now a leading contender for the first annual Bill “Diagnosis by Video” Frist Award for practicing medicine without any apparent medical knowledge.

    And now, without further ado, we present a very special Pony Party segment — “Now Who Looks Like a Dope?” complete with re-creations from the Los Angeles Chapter of the Archives of Overhead Cell Phone Conversations.      

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I’m baaaack! The holidays are over, and I’m back to being my busy self. And I have another cold. 🙁

I have a resolution for the New Year: maintain a healthier lifestyle. After a week and a bit of over-indulging during the holiday season, this is a no-brainer. I already have a reasonably good diet (little processed foods), but I’ll try to cut down on saturated fat. The biggest change I need to make is regular exercise. Mr. Pickle and I used to go swimming regularly, but we stopped during the summer because of our crazy travel schedules. During the summer, any free time we have is spent in our ocean kayaks, so we don’t really need to swim during the summer. Fall and winter, however, are a different story. The pool was closed for part of the fall due to a strike of public workers; we never got started again even when the strike ended.

So, my resolution is to get more exercise. How about y’all?

kd lang

Constant Craving

Roy Orbison

Pretty Woman

This house right next door to us has been abandoned for years and supposedly the will /deed was unclear and so the heirs are fighting over it. Nobody lives there but people show up to hunt…. I am not sure what style one would call it…. perhaps supreme redneck?

A horse across the road. I don’t know him well but he is getting a barn built for him and he has two kids.

A few neighbor dogs who look ferocious but aren’t… my border collie doesn’t like dogs and I was worried she would pick a fight with them. She won’t walk on a leash and escaped out the front gate when I wasn’t paying attention because she was pissed off I was taking Arno out. She has an old injury so normally I don’t take her on long walks.Typically Arno and I walk about three miles a few times a week and for shorter ones other days. Honestly he needs to walk three miles a day every day of the week, he is pretty high energy.

Nothing fancy this morning. Now that I have whined like an addled lost cow about my stressful week and let’s face it I didn’t lose my job or go hungry or face great adversity or torment so in the end what is there to really complain about?

Here are a few random pictures I took around home and the neighborhood…

I don’t know why Sawyer kitty looks so grouchy in this picture. Maybe it is because I wouldn’t let him eat these guys…

Arno gives a big yawn, and he clowns.