weekend before RT convention
I have strawberries on the brain - had strawberry shortcake last night for dessert. When I get back from Houston, want to plant some of these, and I've never grown them. Any tips???
If I don't say it now, I'll forget - THANK YOU to Heather Rae Scott and to Kate Rothwell (aka Summer Devon) for keeping the blog for me while I'm at conference next week. They'll have permission to walk in, post the photos and info for me, answer questions, and generally trash the place if they like. Hopefully, Dee will keep them in line. *evil grin*
I had so much I wanted to post prior to this. Jokes from Janet, photos (I'm still practicing with this phone), tidbits. Ran out of time...okay, sometimes ran out of steam but still had the time.
The nearby Petsmart has something 'different' that I'd not seen in our Oklahoma stores. There was a 'treat bar' filled with a variety of snacks from pretzel-shaped 'sugar cookies' for dogs to little round 'sausages' to - well, you name it, it was there. Customers were offered scoops (much like the kind a kid would use to shovel sand - big, plastic).Next to the Treat Bar was the Rawhide By the Pound bar. I know I probably looked like a tourist, but I had to get a shot of these two.
Aside from that, here's the offering to hold you until Monday, when Heather & Kate take over.From Alexis (who most likely got this from Sue):
Subject: SURGEONS FUNERAL
One of the Counties top Cardiac Specialist died. At his funeral, his coffin was placed in front of a beautiful huge replica of a heart made out of 100 red roses.
One of the Counties top Cardiac Specialist died. At his funeral, his coffin was placed in front of a beautiful huge replica of a heart made out of 100 red roses.
When the pastor finished the sermon and everyone said their good-byes, the large heart opened up and the coffin rolled along inside through the heart. When the coffin had passed it closed again.
It was a truly majestic tribute to the much loved cardiologist and also a very moving moment for everyone.
Suddenly, one of the mourners burst out in a fit of laughter.
Irritated by his insensitivity, the man sitting next to him asked, "why are you laughing"?
"I was just thinking about my own funeral," The man replied. - "I'm a gynaecologist". . . . . .
from Janet:
Spelling to get into Heaven
A woman arrived at the Gates of Heaven. While she was waiting for Saint Peter to greet her, she peeked through the gates. She saw a beautiful banquet table. Sitting all around were her parents and all the other people she had loved and who had died before her. They saw her and began calling greetings to her "Hello - How are you! We've been waiting for you! Good to see you."
* * *
When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him, "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?"
When Saint Peter came by, the woman said to him, "This is such a wonderful place! How do I get in?"
* * *
"You have to spell a word," Saint Peter told her.
* * *
"Which word?" the woman asked.
* * *
"Love." The woman correctly spelled "Love" and Saint Peter welcomed her into Heaven.
* * *
About a year later, Saint Peter came to the woman and asked her to watch the Gates of Heaven for him that day. While the woman was guarding the Gates of Heaven, her husband arrived.
* * *
"I'm surprised to see you," the woman said. "How have you been?"
* * *
"Oh, I've been doing pretty well since you died," her husband told her. "I married the beautiful young nurse who took care of you while you were ill. And then I won the multi-state lottery. I sold the little house you and I lived in and bought a huge mansion. And my wife and I traveled all around the world. We were on vacation in Cancun and I went water skiing today. I fell and hit my head, and here I am. What a bummer! How do I get in?"
* * *
"You have to spell a word," the woman told him.
* * *
"Which word?" her husband asked.
* * *
"Czechoslovakia." 
Moral of the story:
Never make a woman angry...
There will be Hell to pay later!
Never make a woman angry...
There will be Hell to pay later!
posted by Bobbie (Sunny) Cole @ 4:02 PM
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2 Comments:
You've left Kate in charge? How's your blog insurance...
Just kidding.
;-)
Strawberries need straw - my great-grandfather used to grow them. You spread straw all around the base of the plant, and the little berries ripen resting on clean straw and not on the ground, and it keeps them from getting wormy too, I guess.
Have a GREAT time at RT!!!
ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!
blog insurance *snort*
Oh, thanks, Sam! I know zip about growing anything really. And thanks for the good RT wishes. If there's anything you want/need while I'm there, holler - you have my milkbone undies email addy plus the yahoo (at least I think so).
major hugs!
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