the neighbors are moving...may the next set be decent and respectable.

well, it looks like it's supposed to be a long night...so says the wap weather ap...thunderstorms..it's been in the triple digits, which means prime conditions for tornadoes and hail...hopefully not, but i went ahead and got it prepared.

hmm..tub or closet?

yesterday the boys were begging for a fort, but i decided it might be just as fun to build a tower/nest.

they seemed equally happy and inquisitive, but the novelty has worn off, and now they haven't touched it since yesterday-time to clean up.

today has been ridiculous. i've been trying to focus and get some things done, but chaco has been barking non-stop. finally i looked out in the breezeway to see what was going on, and saw that apparently the neighbors are moving. good. i think they're the ones that were smoking and sweeping their butts under my mat (cigarette butts, mind you)...not only that, but the other day when i was going down the stairs, there was a wad of gum that someone had spit out and someone else had stepped in it and strands were trailing down the stairs (i'll bet that person was p.o.'d).

all of their stuff is still out in the breezeway, so the boys are going to continue to bark and make sure i know what amazing guard dogs they are while the neighbors are encroaching on their space. boo. if they don't finish soon, they and their stuff is going to get wet!

so the cigarette butts, the gum...then as i was walking on the trail, other people have left trash, bags, wrappers, etc. it really disappoints me...makes me angry. i wish i could live someplace where everyone had the same values as i do...and went to sleep at the same time as i do and didn't let their dogs bark in the middle of the night...leave things better than you found them, you don't have to go to sleep when i do, but you really should be respectful and have a noise limit! grr.

so...today i ate the outside edges of the brownies i made last night...i used to not love the outer edges, but cindy, my former manager at comair gave me some good insight. she said it was her favorite part, so today i understood why. don't get me wrong, the soft part is good too, but there is something extra special about those outer edges. 

i'd like some pizza right now, but they don't deliver single slices. i guess i'll just have to whip up some tuna. boo.

here's to hoping for no hail and no tornadoes,
julie

UPDATE***
as soon as i posted this, bruno up and decided that he actually did want to get back up in the nest and play with his treat...

the treat fell, and he looked down, torn between the treat and wanting to put the effort to get all the way down there to get it, so i got it for him..good mama.

 so, i may leave it up for another day.

tornadoes are a threat, but man-eating cars are a bigger threat!

it was so great to wake up this morning and be able to go out onto the balcony to drink my coffee in a leisurely fashion without sweating through another t-shirt! the only downside is that i do not have the greatest view. so after coming back in, we left the screen door open to enjoy the breeze and nature noises, only the noises we got were the clanging of pipes and truck noises with their reverse signals and such...but we kept the windows open anyway. (mostly because we knew that we're only going to enjoy a few days here of up to 90` weather before it goes back up into the high 90's  for a bit. boo).

recipe for great day-beginner

chaco and i went for a walk again today and bruno refused, then proceeded to bark as we walked away, so we went back to get him and he again played stubborn, so chaco said, "sayonara! let's go mama!" on our little walk i saw this guy and it reminded me of part of last night's dream. i had woken up three times and not remembered any of them until the last time i fell asleep and it was strange.

an acorn can have some interesting uses...

so in my dream i was frantic because i was with this group of people-some teachers and no one was helping me come up with an idea for vocabulary and grammar. so this one guy proceeds to pull out a bag of acorns; he had hollowed the insides out of the acorn and then written words and definitions on tiny papers and mixed them up to create a matching game. i remember wondering where this guy found all the spare time to hollow these suckers out.

the dream took a weird turn when tornadoes started showing up on the horizon, and as we were running from building to building, the cars began to be more of a threat than the tornadoes. the cars had mouths and were trying to eat us. with a quick maneuver the car missed me and i started yelling at the woman inside the car. her window was down and she was stuck in the car (it wouldn't let her out) and she looked me in the eye and said, "don't get mad and yell at me, i HATE this car!"

note to self: next car must be car without a mouth and a mind of its own. 
strange dreams..must've been the peanut butter fudge.

happy labor day!
julie