Superbowls of Gently Glazed Something

The snow and ice melted last Friday and Saturday.  The weather was great for the Super Bowl which probably helped with the traffic and the tailgating parties but the lid (roof) was closed so it had no effect on the game.   That just seems wrong.  It's football, folks!

Military jets did a flyover after Christina's interesting version of the national anthem.  Hum.... Maybe they showed the flyover on the recently upgraded video boards?

Giggle.

Over the weekend, the geek household enjoyed the opportunity to leave the house and get a few errands done.  It's non-stop fun around here when the truck gets inspected and the storm drain gets cleared.  Hubby and I were down on our hands and knees digging out mud, miscellaneous unidentifiable bones, and grass roots from this stubborn but effective storm drain.  Finally, the water starting coming through forming a small but unwanted watering hole.  The highlight of this adventure was Hubby creating a vacuum in a hose with an air compressor to start the flow of water out of the watering hole.  That's right.  Hubby understands Physics!

Um, yeah.  I can spell Physics.

The week starts again and we Texans are out and about with silly grins on our faces wearing light jackets and driving around on leftover sand.

Until today.  There is nasty white stuff on our streets.  Something that resembles snow but is more like sleet.  And it's cold and windy again.  WTF (FROSTING)?

Enough already.  Evil Twin has appealed to Old Man Winter and that fat furry rodent that didn't see its shadow on February 2nd.  Texas is tired of cold and this sorry excuse for snow that glazes our streets. Actually, I think Evil Twin is roasting that rodent while I'm typing this post.   She went out earlier.  I hope she was able to grab the yappy mutt that bit me on Sunday when I was out running.  Fortunately, only one of its nasty little fangs left a hole in my leg.  Ouch.

I should probably go check on her progress.  I'm getting hungry.

As for yappy mutts with fangs, got pepper spray? 

Geek Kidnapped and Kept in Zoo

You are probably thinking that is where I belong.

You may be right.  I feel at home in the zoo.    Instead of being surrounded by crazy people, I would be in a small version of my habitat on display as entertainment.

Hum....

Maybe not.

Anyway, I've been away this week at a fitness conference is sunny San Diego.   Yes, I have been lax about keeping up with your blogs.   I'll get caught up soon.  I promise.

Although I have a wonderful zoo in my hometown, I had to visit the San Diego zoo while I was here.  Who can resist pandas and polar bears?

You're welcome.  I knew you would enjoy meeting my new friends. 

I just caught Hubby on the phone with the zookeeper.  I think I've been given a job.  He said it involves a shovel.

Evil Twin will be thrilled.  She loves digging.

Photo credits:  Momma panda:  Hubby, Playful polar bear:  Reffie

Don't Blame the Dog

A friend sent me an email awhile back. It was a series of photos and the subject was "what chefs do when they're bored". As I started looking through the photos, I realized that most of the food items tend to be a little bit on the....er.....gassy side. That's when my mind went back to junior high and how someone on the bus nearly always farted on the way to school and then to how animals are truly masters at passing gas.

I sure do wish THAT school bus memory would fade away. There was always a mean guy at the back of the bus accusing everyone else of farting. Now that I think about it, he was probably the one doing the farting.

My thinking went downhill from there. Please join me in some silliness. What if the chefs were really thinking about bathroom humor when they did these carvings? The captions might look a bit like this:

Mo-om! Davey is blowing bubbles out his butt again!

We fart in your general direction.

I smell frog. Sheesh! Did one of you eat a
frog from the previous photo?

Eventually, we will evolve and be able to fly.
Here's how you poop on cars.

OOPS! I just crapped my pants.

Next time, take the purple pill before you eat, OK?

I feel much better now. Thanks for letting me get that out of my system (yeah, pun intended).

Cat joins ReformingGeek on couch, rubs face against gray lap beast, curls up, and closes eyes..

DANG! What IS that smell?

Oh. Thanks, Cat.

Photos: Photos of artwork from bored, gassy chefs digesting in the innards of Al Gore's massive Internets.

Pepe le pew and chocolate

Just when I thought I could give myself a break from posts about "country life", nature brings me something else to write about. Last week hubby noticed a well-nourished skunk in our front yard as he was leaving for work at O-Dark-Thirty.

Mr. Skunk's tail was standing at red alert ready to add its own special kind of air freshener to the outside air.

But it must have realized that softy hubby was not a threat. As the car left the driveway, the tail rescinded and Mr. Skunk went back to munching.

Now this latest issue of animals dining on/in/off my yard has got to stop. I've been noticing little holes and grass pulled up all over my front and back lawn. We've recently been invaded by armadillos and even the turkeys showed up a few weeks back. (Those suckers better skip town. Don't they know what's happening in a month?) This on top of the mole tunnels makes me want to camp out at night with a pitch fork! Yes me, who won't even kill a fly or spider.

There's more. As we were coming home from dinner over the weekend, I glimpse Skunk Jr. and his sibling parading across my front lawn like they own the place. Hubby doesn't think what I saw was skunks. I'm convinced they were as pictured here in my post; enjoying French Pastries in the form of whatever they're digging up from my lawn. (OK I know it's Spaghetti and Meatballs but at least they are in France!)

Humph! Munching on my dime again. IZ NOT HAPPY!

DAMN! Now I'm hungry for a French Pastry. A Chocolate Croissant will do nicely. My expectations are high that my fellow bloggers will come through for me but I'm reasonable. I'll settle for a chocolate smiley.

Don't forget Da Old Man's chocolate extravaganza. The crazy guy is giving it away before Halloween! If you win a bag of chocolate, I expect you to share!

I'm also up for beer, wine, tequila......OK you get the point.

Ah....all cuddly and sweet

Strange day in the "country".

I'm about to go and torture myself run 6+ miles up and down hills and what do I see approaching my almost empty birdbath in the front yard? Did you say a bird? Uh, no. A mommy deer and her babies. There is a wooded area across from my house. Lots of critters hang out there but I've never seen the deer. It's been dry lately so I guess they are getting desperate for water.

I took a picture with my cell phone and it was so bad I couldn't even post it. I had to take it thru a window because I knew that if I went outside they would be gone faster than dark chocolate in a room full of women (Yes, I resemble that). Hubby has an awesome camera but it was packed away and I'm lucky if I can find the "on" button. I had to have a picture though so this is what you get. Use your imagination.

I can hear the gears turning in some of your heads. You're picturing yourself with a shotgun holed up in the ditch across the street from my house. (You know who you are and I'll be watching for you).

They were so cute! Hubby, Hubby, can I keep them?

They were gone in a flash when a big pickup drove down our street. I refilled my birdbath and hoped they would come back later.

So I finally made it out the door for the run and find my neighbor walking thru our backyard. She's wearing sandals and carrying a stick in case she sees a snake. Hum.....wouldn't boots or at least real shoes be better than the flip-flops? She's looking for her sweet and innocent kitten. I say kitten but when she grows up, there won't be any mice, moles, bunnies, squirrels, coyotes or bears left in this neighborhood.

During my run, I was chased by strange-looking cat. It looked like a mix of tuxedo and calico. I hope it has a good hiding place for Halloween night.

In a sing-song voice oozing with sweetness I said "Ah, what a sweet purty furrball you are". Then I noticed it chasing me. I guess I was a big juicy sticky mouse-thingy running away. PLAY TIME! After all, the humidity felt like 110% and I was sweating pretty good by then. It lost its nerve when a truck came around the corner. Ha! I win again.

I'm used to barking dogs and I've been mistaken for a snack at least twice but a cat? Weird.

Last week a DirectTV van nearly creamed me. Note to self: Do not ever sign-up for their service!

Finally, here's another "Ahhhh" moment. This past summer was great for the hummingbirds. What amazing creatures they are. We have Lantanas blooming close to the house. After stalking them for weeks, we finally got our pictures!

Enjoy!