I have plenty of zucchini flowers. Only found  a couple though.

This is my artichoke that was smothered by the cucumber plants. I just found out that like my asparagus, the artichoke will not bear for a couple of years. Great.

The second attempt at corn is going well.

Sunflowers continue to bloom.

Ohh, I have Bell Peppers!

In case you are wondering about Lucie my big, red dog, she spent her time trying to find a tarantula living under this ice plant.

Hey, I think she has some pointer in her.

Well, I told them that there is construction going on in the area and that is probably the cause. I was not worried. I was pretty sure the alarm was working, plus I have two dogs in the house that bark and howl at any noise including the doorbell. You would think the world is coming to an end when the doorbell rings. I have seen their reaction to the alarm and trust me it is not pretty. So I was sick of going home and testing the alarm every few days. I feared going deaf every time I set it off.

So, I got another call from them yesterday. I saw *******Alarm on my caller ID and I thought, “Oh, not again.” I answered and instead of another non communication call, they said that the alarm had gone off. Here is where is get good. They asked me if I wanted them to call the police. Oh no people I will just go home and get killed by the intruder because I am 5’3′ and 110lbs and hey I can talk the intruder into not stealing my flatscreen TV.

Anyway, I told them to yes, call the police and I will leave work and go home. So, I get home and guess what? No police! I call the alarm company and tell them the police are not here and I am NOT going in the house by myself! Next I notice a police car on the next street over. There are no houses across the street yet so I can see the other street.

The police pull up and ask me if I have been in the house yet. I tell them no and tell them there are dogs in the house but they are in crates. They ask if the dogs have been barking and I say no. I am sure if someone was in the house the dogs would be barking. The police have me unlock the door and then they tell me not to open it and they have me stand back. They then draw their guns and go inside. The alarm starts beeping and after a few seconds they have me disarm it and go back outside. I can hear them going through the house and after a few minutes they come back and tell me it is clear.

The police then inform me that the reason they were not there sooner is the alarm company gave them the wrong address. They tried to call me and you guessed it. They gave them the wrong phone number and what they gave them was the wrong home number instead of my cell number. I assume that was because they thought I would be in the house bargaining with the intruder to take the small flat screen and not the big one because hey, Corvette would cry like a baby if his big flat screen was gone.

I know this is long and drawn out but the story does not stop here. The police tell me to have the alarm company check the sensors on the window that set the alarm off. A technician comes out later that evening and tells us the sensors are fine and then proceeds to tell us that it was the alarm company’s fault and that our account is mixed up with another account and it is possible our alarm did not really go off. Even though he works for them he says the people in the office are flaky and not really on their jobs. Nice. The intruder with my TV will be glad to hear that.

This does not surprise me because the few times it has gone off when we were at home it took the company a full 10 minutes to call. Que the intruder because he now has time to not only take my TV, but kill us too. Then fix a sandwich for the road.

In the words of Donald Trump on Celebrity Apprentice. ******* Alarm. Your Fired.

I am a huge fan of dancing in general. I love nothing better than putting on some great tunes and breaking it down, be it the dance floor or my living room. I also love movies about dancing like Footloose and Dirty Dancing. One of my new favorite new shows is Glee. Those kids can shake it.

This brings me to the reason for this post. I ran into a video today on Dooce. It is my dream come true. It is dancing on crack and everytime I watch it I swear I died and went to Heaven. Ok, I am being a little dramatic but I do not think I am the only one. Watch for yourself.

Click here to view the embedded video.

Later, I going to bust a move!

Since my children are long since out of diapers, I do not have to worry about such things as diaper rash. I do have twin boy grandchildren and another grandson on the way. Therefore, my kids do have to think about diapers rashes and such.

I had never heard about Boudreaux's Butt Paste until I saw some advertising for it. At that time, I had the opportunity to receive a sample, but I got in after the samples were all gone. I thought I would give it to one of my kids to try. My daughter-in-law told me that she had tried Boudreaux's Butt Paste and was very satisfied with it. She likes how it does not stick to the baby’s skin and is easy to apply. She tells me it also has a pleasant smell unlike some other brands that make you want to leave the room.

I did some research and found out that it contains 16% Zinc Oxide. The top is an easy to open flip top, which is good when you have a wriggly baby. It comes in a handy travel size to keep in the diaper bag. There are also several sizes to choose from, 1oz,2oz,3oz and 4oz tubes along with a 16oz jar. Pediatricians also recommend it.

Boudreaux's Butt Paste has been featured on shows like Oprah, The Tonight Show, the Today Show, ESPN and While You Were Out. It also has appeared in magazines like People Magazine.

Go to Boudreaux's Butt Paste’s site and request your free sample today. I think I will go and get a sample for the new little boy that will join our family soon.

Here are a few peppers.

Here is a tiny Bell Pepper.

My beans are starting to recover from the evil sun. Send good karma their way.

Finally, the new corn seems to be coming along nicely.

I plan to take out the cucumber plants and plant spinach. Wish me luck. If you are wondering about Lucie, she choose to be lazy in the house. But she is sympathetic, no?

This is rain falling on the mountains.

Here are some of the crazy looking clouds.

This is a photo of my Bird of Paradise in my front yard and the ominous clouds in the background.

I think this cloud looks like a cherub. What do you think?

This is flowers in my neighbor’s yard. Even though the camera moved, I liked the effect it created.

In between houses.

My big, red dog Lucie loves to lay outside in the sun. I tell her since she is a red head she might want to think about sunscreen. She never listens.

When I was outside taking photos, Lucie decided to snag a piece of a palm tree that blew in the yard. I humored her since she does not chew my furniture.

Well, this definitely was an exciting challenge for me. Just glad I lived to tell about it. Visit more outside adventures over at I Should Be Folding Laundry.

I sat at a street light as the nickle-sized hail pelted down on my car. I seriously feared my windshield breaking. Especially as the light turned green and I moved forward.

I put the car in first gear and tried to see what was up ahead. I was probably only going about 20 mph and can you believe it, some people were driving like it was a normal sunny day! IDIOTS! I started shaking and decided to pull over and wait out the storm. I was traveling in the left lane and I knew I could not move over two lanes to the right as I could not see anything in front of me or behind me. So, I made my way to an intersection that lead to a Walgreens parking lot. Trust me, I was not the only one taking refuge there.

It only took about five minutes before the roughest part of the storm was over. I put my car in reverse and made my way out of the parking lot. I made it to my destination only to see the proprietors of the store standing by the door and watching the aftermath of the mayhem.

I told them about my experience and they just stared at me in disbelief. The crappy part, not one of those raindrops fell on my house.

Figures, risk my life only to not have any rain on my garden. Just my luck.

She still does not know I can get out. We will just keep that a secret ok? So if you want to read more adventures, please take it with you to your grave!

So Buddy and I were having a nice weekend, you know relaxing on the floor, begging for nachos and such. Then along came Sunday. I like Sundays, because I do not have to go in the prison crate. The only thing is juliannah stays in bed well after the sun has come up. Hey, I might have to pee or something! At least Buddy howls and we get a chance to relieve ourselves.

So this weekend, juliannah tried to cut my beautiful fingernails. I like my fingernails. I am a woman after all. Plus, they come in handy when I want to dig the occasional hole in the backyard. I am a dog too after all. I must apologize for the gash that I left in juliannah’s arm, but seeing that contraption clipping thing coming at my toes scared the crapola out of me. And, I do not care if Buddy is too little to revolt! Alas, I am not. I heard juliannah and Corvette talking about some one called groomer. And a muzzle. This does not sound pretty.

Well, that is it for now. I can be found hiding out under the bed. Toenails intact.



They stroll out the door and disappear in the parking lot. I never see them get into a car as they just disappear. I never see them come back either. This is usually early in the day so it makes me wonder what they are doing in the building.

When they walk, they sort of do like a sashay, swinging their hips as they move. I find all this very strange. The walk, the disappearing but the most disturbing is the flip-flops.

Now it is not the actual flip-flops that bother me it is more that these guys are wearing them to a place of business. Sure where them to the beach or the park, but not to work guys. Especially when they need a good pedi.

Kind of reminds me of when some girls were wearing daisy duke shorts to work with their butt cheeks sticking out. But that is a story for another day. I cannot speak about butt cheeks and gnarly toes in the same post.

That being said, here are a few photos of my non-bearing veggies.

This is the steroid-laden cucumbers,

Another photo of freshly watered cucumbers.

This is supposed to be asparagus. Looks like vines gone wild to me.

My second attemped at corn. Notice the droplet of water sitting on the leaf.

The Sunflowers are doing fine despite the over 100 degree weather.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

These are wild flowers that just popped up. They look like tiny daisies to me.

As usual, Lucie, my big red dog did her best to help.

By hanging out by the water bowl and smiling.

Ahem.