Can I Do It???
By It, I mean: can one live a normal and productive life SANS TELEVISION??!? <horrified gasp!> Yes, indeedy, we're talking visceral life-changing, priority-arranging shtuff here. El Boob Tube bit the dust after many years of faithful service and in this day and age of disposable belongings, its almost not worth the effort to get this sucker fixed. After all, flat screen TVs have become "affordable" (assuming you have a job) and fixing older electronics is decidedly not. Also, some of us who shall remain nameless (Himself) have a bad back which will definitely get worse-er trying to lift the behemoth. And truly, one has to consider the time spent (= wasted) sitting slack-jawed and unblinking in front of the entertainment god...time which could otherwise be used towards bigger and better things.
Must ponder.
Various and Sundry...
'Alien' as envisioned by William
The final scene has been deleted in order to maintain the "G" rating of this entry. Suffice it to say it wasn't a pretty picture. Seriously.
So Maybe I Shouldn't Be Allowed to Garden...
Yas, I know its way late in the year to do some pruning but the gardening bug didn't hit until very late. That coupled with the fact the yard got practically NO attention last year meant a real machete/jungle scenario. In that vein, I chose to hard-prune the roses as I firmly believe they like to be abused rather than pampered. Perhaps I overdid it a tad.
Twins? Not so much. Darwinism will tell.
In Vino Veritas
Went to a Kendall-Jackson Wine Club event courtesy of GlamGrrl's co-worker (who shall remain nameless) (for real, this time). It was a pleasant outing in the middle of the Russian River countryside at K-J's bee-yoo-tiful chateau, for wont of a better descriptor. The theme being An Afternoon in Paris meant puh-lenty o' wines paired with delecto French-ish fud (although LaurenKaz was D-D and driving a rental car so that meant Don't Screw Up ergo wine intake was at an all-time low).
K-J employed their own Thor, the magnetic induction cooktop that is the best thing since sliced bread, to warm a sublime cassoulet whose ingredients included duck confit and sausage. Yep, watching the calories and fat content. Watching them land on my backside, that is.
Believe it or not, both GlamGrrl and I feasted our eyes on the cassoulet...
...and completely ignored the beefcake serving it. We DO have our priorities, after all.
GlamGrrl and Our Companion
K-J employed a fabuloso caricature artist...he was fun and flirtatious and somehow able to draw while sitting in gale force winds. Glamgrrl and I got the royal treatment—he brought out all sorts of colored pens to jazz up our likenesses but, alas and alack, Our Companion didn't fare so well and only got a cursory wash of GREY. Needless to say, OC wasn't too pleased but artistic license means that reality is in the eye of the beholder. The hair coloration of the person on the left, BTW, is completely realistic; the cleavage, not so much.
The final scene has been deleted in order to maintain the "G" rating of this entry. Suffice it to say it wasn't a pretty picture. Seriously.So Maybe I Shouldn't Be Allowed to Garden...Yas, I know its way late in the year to do some pruning but the gardening bug didn't hit until very late. That coupled with the fact the yard got practically NO attention last year meant a real machete/jungle scenario. In that vein, I chose to hard-prune the roses as I firmly believe they like to be abused rather than pampered. Perhaps I overdid it a tad.
Starting point
Uncle!
Twins? Not so much. Darwinism will tell.In Vino VeritasWent to a Kendall-Jackson Wine Club event courtesy of GlamGrrl's co-worker (who shall remain nameless) (for real, this time). It was a pleasant outing in the middle of the Russian River countryside at K-J's bee-yoo-tiful chateau, for wont of a better descriptor. The theme being An Afternoon in Paris meant puh-lenty o' wines paired with delecto French-ish fud (although LaurenKaz was D-D and driving a rental car so that meant Don't Screw Up ergo wine intake was at an all-time low).K-J employed their own Thor, the magnetic induction cooktop that is the best thing since sliced bread, to warm a sublime cassoulet whose ingredients included duck confit and sausage. Yep, watching the calories and fat content. Watching them land on my backside, that is.
Believe it or not, both GlamGrrl and I feasted our eyes on the cassoulet...
...and completely ignored the beefcake serving it. We DO have our priorities, after all.
GlamGrrl and Our Companion
K-J employed a fabuloso caricature artist...he was fun and flirtatious and somehow able to draw while sitting in gale force winds. Glamgrrl and I got the royal treatment—he brought out all sorts of colored pens to jazz up our likenesses but, alas and alack, Our Companion didn't fare so well and only got a cursory wash of GREY. Needless to say, OC wasn't too pleased but artistic license means that reality is in the eye of the beholder. The hair coloration of the person on the left, BTW, is completely realistic; the cleavage, not so much.
Comments (1)
I applaud your plan of life without tv. If not for Donnie, I would be willing to attempt the same. However, I would still have to have a TV around somewhere to at least watch DVDs & maybe the news - I most definitely could not survive without movies. Don't worry about the roses - I hacked mine down to an unidentifiable stump last fall & was pleasantly surprised when it started to shoot off anew in multiple direction over the last couple of months. They are frighteningly resilient (I must get more). I just love love love the way the caricature captures Glamgrrl so perfectly and your cute freckles!!
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