Word of the Day:
autochthonous \aw-TOK-thuh-nuhs\, adjective:
1. Aboriginal; indigenous; native.
2. Formed or originating in the place where found
Today, the girls and I drove over to the lovely rolling hills of Indiana to pick up my Mom's dog, Bailey. Mom is heading up to Columbus tomorrow for a hearing regarding my father's estate. Get this...it's a classic case of "Let's go after the poor widow".
My Dad did some work for a company up in Youngstown, Ohio a year before he died. All of you who knew my Dad also knew his work ethic.
"Get it done right".
Well, Dad had to go up there and fix all kinds of stuff that the company kept breaking (they were messing with the machinery and effing it up) When Dad died, Mom got a letter stating that the company was going to SUE MY DAD for work undone.
My Mom, while trying to mourn my father, has had to deal with these evil numb-nuts and their attorneys. Hopefully, this hearing will resolve it...it's been going on for 2 years.
Other people have been messing with my Mom, too. The man who bought my Dad's company before Dad died has abandoned it and owes Mom lots of money, has let her health insurance lapse twice (she had to go get new insurance because of the asshole) and is an all-around dickhead. And there's nothing I can do to help her. I want, very much, to find these pricks and beat the everlovin' shit out of them.
To wash the dirt from your minds, let's look at some flowers:
Mom's violas...did you know that they are actually perennials? I didn't know that.
If Mary can take pictures of bees, so can I, by gum!
This photo makes me think of that song...
"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees,
The flowers and the trees..."
If you click on the picture, you can also see a tiny black ant in the upper left corner. I didn't see it until I uploaded.
Everyone is starting to wake up from their long winter's nap. This woolly bear was brought to my attention by Isabelle and Lorelei. If you click on this one, you can see one of Isabelle's blond hairs on his back!
autochthonous \aw-TOK-thuh-nuhs\, adjective:
1. Aboriginal; indigenous; native.
2. Formed or originating in the place where found
Today, the girls and I drove over to the lovely rolling hills of Indiana to pick up my Mom's dog, Bailey. Mom is heading up to Columbus tomorrow for a hearing regarding my father's estate. Get this...it's a classic case of "Let's go after the poor widow".
My Dad did some work for a company up in Youngstown, Ohio a year before he died. All of you who knew my Dad also knew his work ethic.
"Get it done right".
Well, Dad had to go up there and fix all kinds of stuff that the company kept breaking (they were messing with the machinery and effing it up) When Dad died, Mom got a letter stating that the company was going to SUE MY DAD for work undone.
My Mom, while trying to mourn my father, has had to deal with these evil numb-nuts and their attorneys. Hopefully, this hearing will resolve it...it's been going on for 2 years.
Other people have been messing with my Mom, too. The man who bought my Dad's company before Dad died has abandoned it and owes Mom lots of money, has let her health insurance lapse twice (she had to go get new insurance because of the asshole) and is an all-around dickhead. And there's nothing I can do to help her. I want, very much, to find these pricks and beat the everlovin' shit out of them.
To wash the dirt from your minds, let's look at some flowers:
Mom's violas...did you know that they are actually perennials? I didn't know that.
If Mary can take pictures of bees, so can I, by gum!
This photo makes me think of that song...
"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees,
The flowers and the trees..."
If you click on the picture, you can also see a tiny black ant in the upper left corner. I didn't see it until I uploaded.
Everyone is starting to wake up from their long winter's nap. This woolly bear was brought to my attention by Isabelle and Lorelei. If you click on this one, you can see one of Isabelle's blond hairs on his back!
We went down to the Oxbow after picking up Bailey. I knew that the water would be high, but I didn't expect this on the road!
If you click on this one, you can see my reflection in his eyes.
Don't get any ideas, big guy. I have my own prince to kiss at home!
If you click on this one, you can see my reflection in his eyes.
Don't get any ideas, big guy. I have my own prince to kiss at home!
11 comments:
Susan, sometimes the potty mouth needs to roar! And I would potty up a storm over that crap. Your Mom is in a sticky place but this will pass. Bleep all you want to - I understand, girlfriend.
I just loved, loved, loved the frog and I could see you in his eyes! How cool. Keep using that macro and show us good things. There's lots to see out there right now...
I'm sory things have been so crappy for your mom- you just go ahead and vent all you want. You are among friends here. :)
Susan, I'll help with the beating. Count me in!
And,yes, I have perennial violas here. If the sun beats on the south side of the house in February with little snow cover some even come out then! Mine will even take nights below freezing. I love them. They make me soooo happy.
Not even remotely offended here . . . in fact, I found your language to be restrained considering the circumstances. I wish all the best for your mom. We will all hope that what goes around, comes around and soon. SHAME on them. Shame, shame, shame on them. And I hope they all get boils on their butts. Big, painful ones. That hurt! A lot!
I hope there is still a little fairness and justice in the world and that your mother finds some.
I went to hear Julie Zickefoose give one of her wonderful presentations Sunday. You and your, ummm, "relationship" with Junior were featured prominently. It was cool hearing her talk about one of the first bloggers I read.
Mojoman:
She talked about ME???
Just love the wooly bears and your frog! Isn't it great looking at flowers and taking pictures of bees!
Well, Susan!
It is apparent that Junior is NOT the type of bird that you should be associating with.
Junior is a bird that, in his youth, probably hung out with Paris or Brittany. He is in all liklihood seeking a flying fling with a feathered floozey.
Looks like spring!
Susan:
If you want to clear the bitter taste from your mouth and bring a smile to your face, take a walk at the Cincinnati Nature Center this week. I went there for my lunch break today - the daffodils are in bloom as well as many native wildflowers: White Trout Lily, Common Blue Violet, Spring Beautys and one of my all-time faves - Dutchman's Breeches.
While watching/listening to a singing Chipping Sparrow, I heard this strange trilling sound and tracked it to the vernal pools by the lodge parking area...
AMERICAN TOADS were singing! I could watch them puff up their throats and sing away, while covered in duckweed. (Like a guy trying to impress you, but you notice he has a stain on his tie) You could even watch little tiny ripples in the water around their bodies as they sang.
Quite a mind-cleanser after spending yesteday at a funeral home (a dear friend's father died suddenly)
~Kathi
PS: Not to rub it in but ...
FIRST BLUEBIRD EGG TODAY!!!!
Funny, the flowers did indeed wash away all the cussin'. Not that you were out of line - you seemed rather restrained, all things considered.
By your mom some tulips and set 'em up all over the house. Cheer her up a bit. I tried it here, and EVERYBODY'S a bit happier...
Throwing a prayer upwards for your mom and this situation...
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