The roof over our heads...

6:45 this morning...I was about to head out to the market when a flock of men showed up and started ripping the roof off of our house!  It was supposed to happen this week, but due to some "issues", it was rescheduled for today and we found out...yesterday.  It was a bit tricky getting out and back into the house...I would listen, then run away from the house!  I even went through my neighbor's backyard and around to my car so I wouldn't get hit with flying debris.

There are shingles, wood, and dust everywhere...it's even on TOP of their cars, they don't care.  I saw one of them walk around the back of the house...he's black.  And he wasn't that color when he got here!  He's got decades worth of filth all over him.  I bet his wife makes him "hose off" before he even steps inside the house!

Our roof was SO old...it didn't even have decking...just two layers of shingles over rotten wood shakes.  When they pulled it all off, all that remained was wood "rafters", and now sunlight is streaming through the roof.  It's been patched many times...when it rained last week, I woke up to the sensation of water flicking across my face as it dripped out of the ceiling and bounced off my nightstand.

It's now 4 pm...and there's a man raking up debris...a man carrying whole sheets of plywood up a ladder...men stitching down shingles with pneumatic air nailers...air compressors, circular saws...and a lot of Spanish that I don't understand!  That's what I get for taking 3 years of French in High School...a whole lotta good that did me.  The only thing I'm really confused about right now is...how in the world are my kids both sleeping through this roofing war zone?  A testament to their healthy eating habits and good consciences!

A new twist on an old favorite...

While running through the particulars of "This little piggy went to market...", we had a slip of the tongue that shows that our daily life works it's way into everything.  Miso decided that the first little piggy didn't go to the market or to home....but rather...

"This little piggy went to Home Depot...."

Too bad I started laughing, she might have said the next little piggy went to Costco! And the next little piggy probably had liver and bacon!  (When in fact we did have "Woast Beeeeefff!!" this week.)

Lovely orchids...

My love celebrated his golden birthday this past week and I thought he deserved the most incredibly scrumptious flower known to man, in my humble opinion. And since I'm not able to pick a single color of anything (e.g. our house, inside and out), I chose two orchids with opposite yet complimentary colorings.

God willing, we'll keep them alive this time. Our last orchid bit the dust and I inherited a handful of wee dark green hair clips!

Draw Something...

Am I losing my mind?   I posted the same meat picture twice in a row...I must have REALLY liked it!  Or, I've been doing so much I can't even remember what I did yesterday...I think that's more true.

Well, I won't dwell on my apparent meat-headedness...I know for a fact I've never shown you these.  Some of my "Draw Something" jewels.  As you can see from the blue and white numbers at the top left corner, a friend and I have quite a streak going. 

In honor of this strange spring we're having, I give you..."Tornado".  This was a tricky one to draw with a finger...usually when I draw a tornado (which is my second most drawn object next to a tree) I add a little house flying around next to it...I decided that would be too much.

And one of my great loves, the "Desert".  The only thing missing is a little stick figure walking toward the sunset...she's wearing a long skirt and totes a bandana full of snacks tied onto a stick across her back...that would be me.

Do you know what kind of sister this is?  If you guessed Franciscan, you win!

 

Uh oh...I actually felt a little weird just drawing this one...I had no one in particular in mind, really!

 Pink can with white lines...can you say Aquanet?!  I can't help thinking of Ricky Lake in "Hairspray"! Love that two-toned red and orange art school issue hair-do!

Well that's all for now...I decided not to show you the "Madonna" drawing, yep...I drew the cone bra.  And I also opted to not show "sewer"...it was just wrong. 

They said WHAT about me?!

Random Tellulahness: Have you ever been standing there looking in the fridge for something and after rifling through every shelf in vain you realize the thing you seek has been in your hand the whole time?  I do.

Now for a story: Last Sunday, at a benefit auction, unbeknownst to me, several women were talking about my "physique" and one said that I was, "Too skinny..."  Seriously?!  That's the first time anyone's ever said THAT about me.  I'm trying to figure out whether the comment itself bothers me, or the fact that people were talking about me and don't have the glands to say things to my face?

Unfortunately, I know who this woman is (really wish I didn't)...and I would never wag my tongue at other women and say about her, "Gee...she sure is TOO FAT".  That would be rude, right?  Why is it OK to talk to others about "skinny folk"?  She could of at least told ME that directly so I could have had a chance to go on and on about how much BBB I eat...Butter, Beef liver and BACON.  Why am I so skinny if I eat all that fat? I wouldn't want to forget raw heavy cream, nuts, coconut oil and avocado either.  Oh, now I'm just bragging!

The only food that's ever made me put weight back on is grain/starch.  The ironic bit about someone saying I'm too skinny NOW is that I'd packed a few extra pounds on this last week...WHY?  Two reasons.  1.) I "discovered" Mary's gluten-free organic seed crackers and proceeded to not only eat the whole box, but made several dips along the way since I finally had something hard and flat to scoop it up with!  2.) Undercooked skin-on potatoes.  Some vegetables must be thoroughly cooked, potato is one of them.  I always make mashed potatoes with loads of butter, or bake the life out of them in the form of french fries. In the last few weeks I had two helpings of undercooked potatoes while I was out and about. Potatoes and non-sprouted seed crackers have given my digestion something to fight, and it's made me feel sick and tired.  Done with those!

I'm also giving coffee the cold shoulder too.  I'm going back to my theory that coffee is best left to professionals and in a "dessert" kind of way.  Not the daily dessert that the SAD (Standard American Diet) demands, but a true treating...a special thing in moderation...a "French Women Don't Get Fat" mentality for it was Mireille Guiliano's inspiration that started me down the road to health.  I didn't set out to be SKINNY.  

And now I've grown weary of talking about this whole topic, it just struck me because of all the gossip that's ever set sail in my honor, this by far takes the cake.  Har har...bad joke, I don't eat cake!

Maybe this is a bad transitional topic, but the farmer I buy from at the City Market said he's got someone working on a website for him, but the guy wanted pictures of cuts of beef.  Are you kidding?  I take pics of his cows cut up and grilled a couple times per week!  This was flank steak that we marinated and grilled.  I hope he'll allow me to bomb him with gratuitous meat pictures for him to use...and now I must go, for the site of beef makes me salivate.