Have y’all seen the dancing Weber grill commercials? They are freaking awesome! The song, ‘You light me up’ should be your theme song for the weekend — no matter what kind of grill you have. So click to watch the commercial below, and then go light yours. It’s a holiday weekend! Wuwu!
PS. Yesterday, both dogs had a doctor visit. Libby came home knowing that those scary bumps feared to be some kind of horrific cancerous tumors are nothing more than old-age warts. Gracie came home with a sore belly and a promise that she would never have puppies. Neither hound is ready to go back for awhile. I don’t blame them.
Our grill action started yesterday. What are you still doing reading this? Get off the computer and fire up the grill! Go already!
The weather has been fabulous the past few days, and we’ve been taking advantage of it by being outside as much as possible. Like last night, I have the dogs out front long after 10:00 PM simply enjoying the fact that I can.
My little home/office is located on a dead-end road just outside of the burg. It’s a short strip of road between US31 and I65, and you’d think there wouldn’t be a ton of traffic out here since there’s really no place to go. There was a time that was true, but not anymore. Farther down the road from me are only the homes of 4 families — but lately you would think the only McDonalds for 100 miles is located at the end of this short strip of rural roadway. Traffic is heavy especially at night — go figure.
So again, I’m outside at about 10:28 PM and a bicycle with no lights is cruising down the road heading towards the burg. I seriously didn’t see or hear it coming. But Libby did. And she can run darned fast for an old fat chick — proving it by leaping the ditch and chasing the biker for about 10 yards (me running and screaming behind her all the while) before I could get control. I called out, “SORRY!” A woman’s voice replied, “It’s ok.”
A woman?? On a dark stretch of country road ALONE on a bike at 10:30 at night?
I go back in the house with my hounds, check email, catch a few moments of Nancy Grace’s bombshell evidence and figure I’d like a few quiet moments outside without dogs or the fear of them eating a pedestrian. It’s about 10 minutes after 11:00 PM when I sit down on the porch, and I hear something on the road. It’s the chick on the bicycle again, only she’s pushing it and has either stopped or is going reeeeeeeally slow right by my mailbox! What’s up with that?
Yesterday I posted about the final season of LOST and brought up the fact that the beloved yellow labrador, Vincent, wasn’t with the rest of the group at the church. While I rarely look at stat reports for this blog, I do get daily updates on the number of hits and found that whatifitdid.com was getting hammered. Curiosity got the best of me so I took time to look at the stat report in depth.
What did I find?I found that at least a bajillion people want to know if Vincent made it to heaven!
A little later in the afternoon my high-maintenance friend, Mark Adams, the local undertaker (I just LOVE saying that), stops out and tries to make goo goo talk with Gracie. She’s having no part of it! I explained that she was distraught over the whole Vincent thing and probably was wondering why he had an interest in her all of a sudden (timing is everything). He didn’t know about Vincent so I explained, and he told me that dogs go to Rainbow Bridge when they die. Whaaaaaa?
Gracie and Libby don’t want to go to Rainbow Bridge with cats and other lowly critters! They think they are people. I sure hope someone made a mistake about this whole bridge thing…
Six years of watching a series — a totally awesome experience — the last show (in my opinion) was such a let-down that I still can’t believe it. So…does the ending say that if you are in the back of a plane when it goes down you don’t get to heaven? For example — Mr. Eko was a good dude and he wasn’t there (although I can understand Ana Lucia not being invited to the church). Emma and Zack didn’t make it to the good place from the tail section and they were kids — and, Vincent, the yellow labrador wasn’t there either! Don’t ever sit in the tail section of an aircraft people! I’ve warned you.
And I was THRILLED when Shannon was killed because Sayid (one of my favorites from day 1) would be rid of her, but they reunited in the dead zone? Nooooo!
And did the initial crash really kill everyone — because everyone at the church was dead…Jack’s dead father told us that much. But if they all died when the plane initially crashed — all of those who reunited wouldn’t have known about one another in the first place. And speaking of Jack’s dead father, why him? He was a drinking surgeon whose mistakes cost the life of an innocent patient. He was the king of adultery (otherwise, we wouldn’t have met Claire). Still, he made it, and hound dog Vincent didn’t? No fair!!
I’m still trying to explain to Gracie that LOST was nothing more than a TV series. The whole Vincent thing has her pretty distraught.
The phone rang tonight just as ole’ Nancy Grace unleashed the lawyers. It was those pesky neighbors telling me to walk outside the front door and look left. I did exactly as I was told…
The cold raindrops still falling forced an extremely quick shot before I ran back for the cover of the porch — still it was worth it. Pretty huh?
