Working the parking lot

So last evening at the Waffle House, look what greeted us effusively:

I think they could smell the bacon.

I know Boxers are in the working group but I do believe I detect some hound.

At any rate they were most playful. I should've taken a video because there was much squabbling and scrambling and jockeying for position at the truck bed's edge.

This one in particular loved the camera. His sweet brown eyes beseeched me to take more! More!

And here is the reason I'm a dog person ... I so totally relate to this attitude. Dude what is NEXT? What in the sam hill is NEXT?

~Happy Happy MONDAY!~

But it was so real

You won't believe what I dreamt dreamed dreamt had a dream nightmare about last night.

First of all I'll have you know I was walking through waist-deep snow to go to church.

In my dream, I mean.

Yes I was.

And yes! Of course I would do that in real life.

Wouldn't you?

Anyway, TG and I got there (to church, in my dream) and for some reason I had applied mascara to just one of my (two) eyes so he went to be seated and I went to the ladies' room to fix up my other eye.

There's lots more at this point but I'll cut to the chase.

I looked into the mirror and I HAD A HUGE TATTOO ON MY FACE.

It was a rose just to the right of my nose. As in, a big red rose BESIDE MY NOSE.

And blue-green leafy vines swirling off it, ending up in decorative triangles (apex down, sort of pointing to my jaw/chin) on both sides.

Plus I had a huge tattooed NECKLACE around my neck.

Come to think of it, that was rather pretty.

As you might imagine, I woke up freaked out and could not wait until church was over so I could tell you all about this bizarre occurrence.

And I implored TG to take me to this favorite haunt ...

... for a pecan waffle and a big piece of country ham and copious amounts of hot, fresh coffee.

As a palliative for the trauma.

"Why of course, baby," he responded.

At least I know he's no nightmare.

Now I'm trying to work up the nerve to look in the mirror.

Saturday song: The snow-white rows of Arlington

Grab a Kleenex. This is good.

~Have a blessed weekend~

SkyWatch Friday: Simmering Summerville

Photo Jennifer Weber 2010On Wednesday this week I hied my bad self down to Summerville -- basically North Charleston -- on a court reporting assignment. 

It was mucho caliente but -- for you! -- I took a stroll (and many pictures) after the depositions concluded.

The sky was pretty amazing all day, as you will see from these photos.

Summerville has a charming main street, many boutiques, lots of vintage architecture, a glut of trees and flowers, and so much humidity it ought to be illegal.

This was my view from the conference room ... I'm no stripe of a horticulturist but I suspect the trees are dead. What say you?

You know how much I love post offices. Here's Summerville's old one.

And an old town hall with lots of Southern character.

This one's, like, self-explanatory.

With a cupola and weathervane!

 

But I like this weathervane better! It's all horsey.

Like I mentioned, the sky was showing off.

Seeming happy to serve as a backdrop for all sorts of interesting things.

Some dearer to our hearts than others.

 

Some sweetly symbolic.

Some just sweet.

This mature crape myrtle dripping with Spanish moss was an unexpected sight.

Although there's nothing unusual about crape myrtles flinging their fluffy branches toward heaven with abandon ... especially in August.

And then there were the architectural details which I cannot resist. Can you? Can you really?

And those small-town scenes that just scream America!

Yep, we're in high cotton here and no mistake.

Under the most beautiful skies in the world. 

Watch the sky at every opportunity! There's lots of good stuff going on up there.

~ Happy Friday ~

Thoughtful Thursday: This is how an American President looks and sounds

In case you'd forgotten.

Take three minutes and thirty-four seconds to get stirred up today.

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And now a word from He Who Simply Does Not Get It and in whose case the word presidential applies about as much as the term ravishing beauty applies to Quasimodo -- to which disfigured freak, come to think of it, he bears a striking resemblance -- and yes that's ad hominem and if you don't like it allow me to remind you that you click out the same way you clicked in:

Because, Mr. Obama, all respect due your office, you are a blooming idiot if you think the Death-to-America muslims want to build that mosque there merely so that they may practice the religious freedom promised to all Americans.

Let me be clear: if you do not comprehend and appreciate the meaning of the colorful colloquialism in your face, I do believe you soon will ... in November 2010 and November 2012 respectively.

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God bless the United States of America and confound her enemies, foreign and domestic.

Especially domestic.