Talk Amongst Yourselves...

"I'm getting beclempt, talk amonst youselves," if you don't remember Mike Meyer's and his skit on SNL, Coffee Talk, then I'm truly sorry. Once I heard, rumored, that he was making an allusion to his mother in law in this skit, which makes it all the more humorous. Here is some of the table talk, in our household, lately...


Don't let this mannered dog fool you, he literally will barge in on you while you're doing your business in the bathroom. This pose, I'd like to say pose just because it appears he has mannuerisms, can be misleading, cute, but try cute in a tiny bathroom and "clifford the yellow dog" in there...we constantly talk about Kemper's nuances, make sure you know your behind is covered when you enter, you'll feel a distinct poke that sends kids (and adults) squeeling, while we either laugh or scold, depending how the person takes it.


BUILDING. Our dream house, the First Day cottage. This has two great benefits that fit my idea of bush living here in Alaska: no drywall and lots of beautiful tongue and groove wood that completes the interior finish...essentially, it is built from the inside out, rather odd you might say, but knowing Jay and I, we're modest at best in conforming to any standard idea of most anything, different is good...


BUILDING. AGAIN. *Sigh* Want it....Dream it....Monday, Lord willing, is the day, that hopefully we become land owners. Jay is taking out his saw blade tomorrow (Sunday) and replacing it, needing that sharper edge to "git 'er done." Shall we name the saw, "widow maker?" LOL. When we went to see muttin bustin' (rodeo stunt where kids ride sheep), there was a sheep by the name of that, thinking that the saw might carry that same name, not that I don't TRUST Jay with his handy saw...