Hi there hungry people. Last Thursday I had lunch at Logan’s Roadhouse. I love it there. I love the music, the booths, the decor, the peanuts. I could live there. Well, maybe not, since I once told a host, “I don’t want to sit here; this is where you put the ugly people.” No kidding; I blurted that right out.
But okay, here’s my hamburger:
Then on Saturday I roasted a turkey and here is what is left from Cameron’s plate.
Good God, I am living with predators.
You scored 40% Organization, 43% abstract, and 49% extroverted!
This test measured 3 variables.
First, this test measured how organized you are. Some muppets like Cookie Monster make big messes, while others like Bert are quite anal about things being clean.
Second, this test measured if you prefer a concrete or an abstract viewpoint. For the purposes of this test, concrete people are considered to gravitate more to mathematical and logical approaches, whereas abstract people are more the dreamers and artistic type.
Third, this test measured if you are more of an introvert or an extrovert. By definition, an introvert concentrates more on herself and an extrovert focuses more on others. In this test an introvert was somebody that either tends to spend more time alone or thinks more about herself.
You are somewhat organized, both concrete and abstract, and both introverted and extroverted.
I bet you didn’t think you were Snuffleupagus. Let’s find out why.
You are both somewhat organized. You have a good idea where you put things and you probably keep your place reasonably clean. You aren’t totally obsessed with neatness though. Alloyius Snuffleupagus (and all Snuffleupagus’) is not sloppy by nature, but he moves so incredibly slowly that it is impossible for him to be totally organized.
You both are about equally concrete and abstract thinkers. You have a good balance in your life. You know when to be logical at times, but you also aren’t afraid to explore your dreams and desires… within limits of course. Snuffy generally has very basic interests, but he explores his abstract sensitive side when he plays his snuffleflute.
You both are somewhat introverted. Originally Snuffleupagus was very shy and was only Big Bird’s invisible friend. However as he has aged he has started to build new friendships with new characters. Like Snuffy, you probably like to have some time to yourself. However, you do appreciate spending time with your friends, and you aren’t scared of social situations.
Want to know your character? TEST SITE.
This is Shane, Quentin’s dog. Shane is a little over a year old. That fellow with him is like his grandpa; when Shane was a small puppy and outside in the heat, he turned on the car and held him up to the air conditioning vent.
Sydney and I feel for Shane because he is, we believe, a kind, goodhearted soul . . . and there is another dog who has the personality of the indomitable, incorrigible late Little Ann. Her name is Anya and here she is below – with Shane.
Here is Shane before Anya:
Ah, yes, Little Ann . . .
It is not that we didn’t dearly love the indomitable and incorrigible little red cocker, not that we didn’t sob when she got cancer and we had to put her to sleep. No, it is not that at all. It just that, well, Little Ann could be so incredibly obstinate and cute at the same moment. Okay, maybe sometimes I had trouble seeing the cute when she would refuse to get in the car and insisted on following it while everyone looked and thought, “Gee, look at that lady making that dog – that poor adorable dog – walk home. Is she trying to ditch the dog?” I would say, never again, as I pulled into the driveway. I said it almost every day.
Lest we forget:
Oh, one other thing: I was reading something written by a person who has a brain tumor that is affecting his normal choice of words. He wrote “Summer is coming off of things” and, actually, I think that is a pretty good description.
Sydney will share a foldover, but every afternoon he has his special meal of rice, washed and drained ground beef or ground buffalo and additional beef flavoring. We add a little dry dog food for the vitamins. I warm it in a good skillet and with my own little fingers test it for temperature. Then I put it on a plate (He doesn’t like bowls) and take it out to the porch for him to eat. He likes for me to sit with him while he eats and engage in an activity that indicates I will not be getting up for awhile. So he eats and I read or work puzzles or get on the laptop.
Then, after he eats, he climbs up on the sofa next to me; he’s here now. Summer is at the “Y” playing racquetball with her grandpa. Well, learning to play. She is at the running into the wall phase at present. I am wearing her shoes from last year and I don’t know if this is a good thing; most people think she out-means me . . . which is going some.
She tells that she and her buds have formed not a club, but a gang. They do not have a name for this group but the requirement for membership is meanness. She and I are members of the Mean Girls Ice Cream Eating Club, but we have let it lapse. That is probably good since we used to take a carton and sit there with two spoons. Not healthy . . . especially since we pretended there were little people in the ice cream and we were gobbling them up. I’ve written this before, haven’t I? Oh, well.
This is my mouth in a smiling position – in the bathroom mirror, with Crest WhiteStrips on my teeth. See, my smile is a little crooked and gets moreso the bigger it becomes. I don’t know why this is. I don’t worry about it. I worry about the way facial hair sneaks up on me. I discovered this when I for some reason enlarged the picture.
Some of those “hairs” – if you are brave enough to click on the picture – are wrinkles.
I have now become the “daily plucker” and upper lip moisturizing fanatic.
BEWARE: Behind the teeth is a razor tongue.
We don’t have too much real sidewalk here around the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse and that’s why we got really good at making tight U-turns. Then we tired of it and these wound up in our catch-all closet:
They are tough little guys – Made in the USA by the D.P. Harris Company. Yeah, when we got tired, we’d sit on the grass and read the print on the skates – it was better than watching the grass grow.
This week – Wednesday morning – I am going to have my ear repaired where an earring tore through . . . oh, maybe 20 years ago. I know; I know. I know that I don’t know why I didn’t do it before. Always being pushed back, I suppose. Didn’t seem that important, I suppose. But now, I am having it done. The folks at the PBC&R aren’t quite sure what to make of it. I think they are worried about what I might put in my ears; will I be satisfied with the dignified little posts I used to wear all the time. Or do I want diamonds? Whoa, AJ taking the pipes under the sink apart with diamonds in her ears. I think they are wondering if I will point and say, “Okay, you get your face in the muck, now.”
How about AJ with hoops and/or dangling earrings. HA! Now I know I will not do that, but maybe they are apprehensive that I have wandered off down a really adventurous path with this ear repair thing. Battery powered flashing earrings with moving parts?
I guess I’d better not wear a political button type earring – I don’t want my ear ripped out again.
Oh, maybe people will start giving me earrings. At first that sounds great, but then maybe some don’t exactly have great taste. And what if it is someone dear to me and I don’t want to hurt feelings? Well, I’m sure I can deal with that. After all, when I was 18 I wore gumball-sized basketballs in my ears – Indiana University, Hoosiers, dontcha know.
I think I’ll look at earrings online.
Aha, I operated on an Apple laptop tonight and it works now. YES!!! I love my computer screwdriver set. One little AJ fumble was when I didn’t notice the metal shield had slipped back into the bottom cover and spent 15 minutes incredulously and very quietly looking for it. I felt it would look bad on my resume.
I am sitting here in the PBC&R watching the window being scraped outside. We are doing a fall painting of a few windows. My part right now is supervising through the screen. You know, I believe some feel I have the easy job. Oh, well. I will just turn the other cheek. Ah, there was an annoucement: Those helping get an ice cream treat. Hmmm . . . . I believe while they are gone I can turn my cheeks and mouth toward the store bought package ice cream in the freezer. I just must remember to look ice cream deprived when they return.
Here’s a picture of Depression Feet. Mother has shoes for yard work. My dad used to put duct tape on his. I wore my son’s to mow the lawn, then my grandson’s and now I am being a spendthrift – $3 for a pair of mowing shoes at Goodwill.
east to west
looking east
insulator on a post
Mother’s sentiments
maple color
Mother from the rear
sunflower drooping heads in front of crooked little shed
Sydney in the corn
walnuts
our target for BB’s