20 posts tagged “me and my monday”
... Christmas Tree!
Hard to believe it is almost time to take down the tree for the year - it seems like we just put it up!
So I figured since I haven't done a "me and my Monday" in forever, I'd get a shot of me and the tree before he gets packed up and put in the shed. Yes, I've decided that the tree is a boy. Maybe because EVERYTHING in my house but me is a boy. But probably more because of the purple balls ... they're Lee's Ravens balls. And a tree with Ravens balls on it just couldn't be a girl!
New houseplant:
My thumb is anything but green.
But this plant needed a home. My grandmother has had it out on her porch all summer, but now the frosty mornings are coming and she has no room for it indoors. So I took it home and will do my best to keep it as full, lush and beautiful as it is now. I'm not even sure what it is. My grandmom's neighbor called it a "sweet potato plant." My neighbor called it a "butterly plant."
I just call it gorgeous.
"Oh hell no, I'm not coming out! There's a Monday out there!" mood:
Otherwise known as my normal Monday morning attempt to take a page from Vin's book, which says if you burrow down deep enough into the pillows, the bad stuff can't get you.
Somehow, though, the Mondays find me anyway
Oh well, at least tonight there's Steelers and Purple Bird football. At Heinz Feild.
This is the first place Lee and I spent a lot of time together, sitting on a bench by the water and talking for what seemed like a short time but ended up being hours, because neither one of us wanted to end that first date and go home. The Black-Eyed Susan was there that night, just as it was when we stopped back by this Saturday.
I know it's kind of cheating, since I posted pictures of this outing over the weekend. But I'm running late getting ready for work (what else is new!). And this IS a different picture : ).
Here's one of Lee by "our bench." Isn't he getting buff? Look at those arms!
And here we are together.
Looking at these photos makes the fact that it is Monday less evil for me.
Vin Weasel.
I've spent a lot of time goofing around with the camera recently. So since I've been somewhat sporadic with my MAMM posts lately, I figured I'd make up for it somewhat with a twofer this week.
First, here's "Me and My (Mongo-Huge) Marigolds.
I've never seen marigolds grow so tall and big before. My neighbor Caroline gave us the seeds earlier this summer, and we planted them around our flagpole. The big yellow ones have completely overtaken the smaller, more traditional orange-red ones. I'm sitting on the grass here, and they're taller than my head.
Next, "My and My Sly"
They say cats want things on their own terms. Sly proves it here. Give him a kiss and he's all like "why are you buggin' me?"
But when HE wants a snuggle, there's no stopping him. No matter what:
Reading a book? Too bad. The book is now a kitty launch pad.
And last but not least, I don't know which of us is more easily amused, me or Sly. When I was outside taking the marigold photos, he was watching intently in the kitchen window. I went over to see him, and we had some quality time head-butting each other through the window:
I like the way this one turned out because the reflections in the window let you know it's there, but yet it really doesn't look like there's a pane of glass between my head and Sly's.
Happy Monday!
I'll call this one "Me and My Pre-Season Alien Look."
I was just goofing around with the camera Friday night, trying to get a picture of me getting my Steelers mojo on for the first pre-season game. (The win was good, by the way. Breaking Charlie Batch wasn't.)
But then this photo came out with the big "come into the light" glare on my face, and I decided it pretty much summed up the night. Because in addition to watching the Steelers, I finished "The Dreamcatcher," which is an older Stephen King book about alien invasions.
I am really not a sci-fi alien person at all. If I'm gonna read scary, I prefer crime novels or ghost stories. But I've committed to reading as much of Stephen as I can this summer, so I stuck it out. Plus, the characters were interesting.
How ironic is it though, that I NEVER read sci-fi alien stuff, and the one time I do, the aliens bring with them something the people in the novel refer to as "Shit-Weasels?"
I'm not gonna talk about what the shit-weasels were, because really, it was disgusting. But it seems I'm just destined to find weasels everywhere.
Hangover.
Or ... "Me and (or actually, on) My New Computer."
Since I've missed the last few "Me and My Mondays" due to not having a computer at home for a while and then general laziness, I might as well make this one a twofer.
I was originally just going to post the picture itself, but then when I uploaded it to the PC yesterday I found myself taking a picture of the screen and doing this instead. The Sunday Afternoon Brain works in mysterious ways.
Oh, and this picture is making me realize I seriously have issues with collecting too many fridge magnets!
Irish Setter imitation.
No, I wasn't trying to immitate a big-eyed pup in this picture, but for some reason that's what it reminds me of:
Happy Monday!
This is me just home from my used bookstore trip and wondering which one to dive into first.
I think I have enough Stephen to read or re-read to keep me busy for a while. Let's hope it inspires my own creativity.
You know, I could have also chosen to call this "Me and My Monday" post "Me and the Works of My Hero." I don't want to BE King, because I'm too used to living life without peeing standing up. And besides, I often wonder if the imagination that lets him weave these kinds of tales also keeps him awake at night. I'm pretty sure it would me. But man, I'd love to write like him.
I ended up choosing "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon" for my first read.
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