Posts Tagged ‘adventure’

Well, well, well, look who came to visit this week. It’s Boo…and his lovely girlfriend, Bev. These two lovebugs arrived early this week and let me tell you, I’ve not been able to separate them since they got here. They’ve been very polite and quiet guests, but I guess it’s because they are so ‘into’ each other that they don’t require much attention or entertainment. When they arrived they were clinging to each other for dear life.


Boo explained that Bev was a little frightened because she had never traveled before and she was a bit unsure of what was in store. I assured them that there was nothing to fear here…except maybe the dogs…


Who are always excited to see who’s visiting.

I explained to both of them that they probably shouldn’t draw attention to themselves like they were – by hanging on my chandelier – because the dogs would be even more interested.


I went to work and they decided that they would prefer to stay home and rough it by themselves. When I returned from work at lunch time I couldn’t find them anywhere. The last place I looked…in my bedroom…was where they were! All snuggled in bed together. Hmmmmm.


Just look at Bev all puckered and ready to smooch!


I didn’t think it was a good idea for them to lie in bed all day, especially unsupervised. I wasn’t ready for any monkey business!

They found plenty of things to do for the remainder of the day. They made monkey bars out of my headboard.


And climbed up and down and around on the railings.


Played on the computer.


Until I realized what they were looking at:


Naughty monkeys! I think the lovebirds are ready to head out to their next destination – Trisha’s. After all, how much lovey-dovey-monkey-business can a host expect to take? Sheesh.

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This week we had the pleasure of hosting Douglas the Dragon who is visiting from Allison’s in Texas. I must say, I was a bit leery about having a real, fire breathing dragon in the house but Douglas was a wonderful guest…once he got the fire breathing bit out of his system.

He was immediately fixated with my new stove. And while the repair man was here trying to get the one burners to ignite, Douglas offered to give him a hand…


If only I had known Douglas would get that burner going I wouldn’t have called the repair man!

Once he started breathing fire he got a hankering to start a major conflagration. I told him that wouldn’t be such a good idea but that we would go practice on some old, abandoned buildings so he could get it out of his system.


As we were walking through the park he shrieked, “Holy heck, that looks like a castle! I want to burn it down!” It was actually a church and I explained that he’d surely burn in Hell if he ignited it. He insisted that I, at least, get a picture of him ‘pretend’ fire breathing so he could show it to all his dragon friends…who’d think he was exceptionally cool for igniting a castle.


Unbeknownst to me, my daughter snuck Douglas to school one day. She had a devious plan to use him to destroy the school.


Luckily, I pulled up just in time. She is now grounded. I decided to take Douglas to the Acupuncturist for a treatment. I thought he’d better get calmed down before his short journey to Trisha’s. He was a bit worried about having needles stuck into him but I assured him he wouldn’t feel a thing.


He said he really enjoyed it. He was so relaxed after his treatment I felt bad shoving him into his box and shipping him off. Have a good time with Douglas, Trisha! Don’t burn the town down!

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Nibbles the Bunny arrived this week and I knew we’d be in for an adventure while he was here. Now, Joan warned us that Nibbles had a propensity for bull-headedness but, sheesh, we never expected anything quite like what occurred this week.

On the first day of his visit, Nibbles went to work with me at the museum. He wandered off several times and I thought it was odd that he’d always end up near some sharp utensil or object that could be used as a weapon. He seemed harmless enough.




We took a break for lunch and Nibbles didn’t seem happy. He seemed extremely irritated and uneasy. Before I knew it he went crazy and tipped over the jelly caddy.


He stormed out of the restaurant and went and sat in the car. He wouldn’t tell me what was wrong so I thought it best that we head for home.

On our way home he started yelling for me to stop the car. I did as he wished, after all, I didn’t want to make my guest any more disgruntled. I couldn’t believe what transpired next. Nibbles flew out of the car, pulled out a gun, ran off toward a wooded area and seconds later I heard a gun shot. I was shakin’ in my shoes! I ran to see what was going on and this is what I saw:


Oh.My.Gawd. I stood in shock, not knowing what to do. I screamed, “Nibbles! What have you done?” He looked at me with his cute bunny eyes and said, “Please do not panic, it was something that had to be done.” He saw that I was completely confused so he explained. It appears that this opossum (Pico Opossum, the famed Beanie Baby poacher) had been following Nibbles since he saw him on eBay. He knew he was a retired Beanie Baby and figured he could ask a huge ransom for him. Nibbles was not going to be held captive by some scumbag opossum so he took matters into this own hands.

I was relieved to find out it was a self-defense sort of situation. I figured the authorities didn’t need to know about this little incident so I cleaned up the evidence. I threw the body into the wooded area, disposed of the gun and high tailed it home to clean any traces of gun residue off of Nibbles. Luckily, there were no witnesses, so I think Nibbles will be able to steer clear of the law. I thought it best that he get out of dodge as soon as possible. I didn’t want any suspicions to get raised if someone does find the body. So…Nibbles is off to Allison’s. Be careful, Allison. Keep a constant eye on this bad bunny!

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The lovely Posey Pony is visiting us from Minnesota this week. Nikki’s Posey is such a lovely girl. She loves to do girly things, so after having Super Pickle here (who was super bored with us girls) we were happy to host a girly, girl. Unfortunately, we didn’t have anything exiting planned for the weekend. We spent alot of time riding around in the car. It was sunny all weekend, but not terribly warm so we really couldn’t get out and trot around. Posey said, “It looks awfully scrubby around here”. I had to explain to her that about 3 feet of snow had just melted and everything was grey and muddy. I told her she’d have to come back in the spring when everything was lush and green.


We headed down town and  stopped at my former restaurant for coffee on Saturday morning. (there’s my big red espresso machine in the background…oh, how I miss that machine!)


Posey had the Hot Vanilla with lots of whipped cream. She even licked the cup clean!

She got passed around the table and had a little visit with everyone. My sister got to talking about her upcoming vacation to NC and I think Posey was trying to talk her into stowing her away so she could go to. I explained that she had a schedule to keep and that JavaJunkee was expecting her. She wasn’t happy that I foiled her plans because she really wanted to head somewhere warmer.


Next stop, Lake Erie. The ice was starting to break up a bit and Posey was so exited she leaped out of the car and galloped right for one of the pieces of ice. I told her to be careful because you never know when the ice will become unstable. She said, “What do you know about stable?” Sassy little pony! She thought the ice would make for a great photo op so she hopped from ice block to ice block…


She then shouted, “I bet I can float away on this piece of ice like they do in Rudolph!” I said, “Hold on just a minute, Yukon, you’d better not try that stunt. This isn’t Hollywood.”


She didn’t listen and before I knew it she was off onto another chunk of ice. She was so fast I could barely keep up with her. She wanted to stay and play but we humans were getting cold and it was time to go.


We got a bit dirty at the lake so we came home, got cleaned up and then Posey decided she’d like to play with some of my daughter’s pet shop critters. They set up a dance floor and away they went…

And then Ridley heard all the ruckus and had to stick his nose in and disrupt the dance party. Posey seemed to have fun with us these past few days – even though we didn’t make it to a real dance floor. I didn’t even have to hide my wine – she was so busy she didn’t even think about drinking! She’s on her way to JavaJunkee’s now…get out your disco clothes and 70’s makup, JJ. She digs that era!

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Well, well, well, look what the wind blew in! Super Pickle (aka SP) arrived on Monday. I knew he had the potential to be trouble as he got himself in a pickle out in Iowa at JavaJunkee’s, so I wasn’t taking any chances when he arrived. I had the guard dog (Gus) ready. Gus stood by me when I took SP out of his box and when SP jumped out Gus could immediately sense trouble.


Super Pickle has arrived...and Gus KNOWS he's trouble!

Gus promised me he’d keep an eye on SP at all times. He said it would be better if Ridley stayed away from SP because he tends to be a bit high strung. Gus could see that SP was going to be a handful and thought that his brother just might decide to rip SP apart if he tried anything funny.

Gus was such a good watch dog. He hung out with SP the first few hours after his arrival while I made dinner and E did her homework.

Gus the 'watch dog'

Gus the 'watch dog'

SP thought it was pretty neat riding around on Gus’s back. Gus, on the other hand, quickly got fed up with SP. He didn’t find it amusing that SP was kicking him in the side, yelling “Yah, mule, yah!” Gus said, “You think I”m a mule? Well, then, here ya go…” and he bucked him off!

Gus was not going to put up with SP’s shenanigans and said, “That’s it, buddy, you think you’re super, but I don’t”. He then hooked SP in his collar, planted himself in front to the tv and forced SP to watch two episodes of “The Dog Whisperer”.

Bad pickle

Bad pickle

I let Gus have a rest from guard duty and Super Pickle and I sat down with E to watch some television. SP wasn’t into watching American Idol with us so he grabbed E’s Teen magazine and started reading.

Super Pickliscious Reader

Super Pickliscious Reader

SP was shocked to read about how old the Jonas Brothers were. He also didn’t understand all the fuss about Zac Efron and Miley Cyrus.

SP was tired from all his traveling so we all decided to get some rest.

SP said he slept fairly well until the dog’s retching at 5 a.m. woke him.  He said he’d never seen a dog projectile vomit like that. I explained that I never had either and that it wasn’t a common occurrence around here. I apologized for the rude awakening and suggested that maybe he’d better sleep in E’s room tonight. He agreed.

We headed off to work. SP was not thrilled that he had to spend the morning in a stinky, old museum but I promised he could play around a bit if he didn’t tell anyone.

SP...bored at work

SP...bored at work


I explained that he could pretend that the spinning wheel was a ferris wheel – but he wasn’t buying it. He said, “I’m pretty sure I’ll get splinters from this old thing”. I think SP was miffed because he just couldn’t seem to get into any trouble on his visit.

We then headed to pick up E at school. I made sure to not leave my car unattended. I wasn’t going to have any pickle joy rides on my hands. We sat in the school parking lot and waited. Miss Kate was parked next to us and she was surprised to see Super Pickle.

Hi Miss Kate!

Hi Miss Kate!


Even though he constanlty had a smile on his face, SP was often annoyed at how slow-paced everything seemed to be in my town. I told him to take a chill pill. I knew he was used to the pace of the Chicago ‘burbs but never thought he’d be so antsy. Sheesh, JQ, you must keep him very busy!

E finally got out of school and headed for the car, waving at SP because she knew he would be leaving soon.

Good bye, SP. Thanks for visiting!

Good bye, SP. Thanks for visiting!

We took SP to the post office and he is now on his way to Starla’s. Hope you have a good time with Super Pickle, Starla. He’s really no trouble at all – as long as you keep your eye on him!.

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