Photoshop Friday Week 4 . . .

Credits:  Template: Jessica Sprague, Paper & Date Stamp: Katie Pertiet, Brads: Anna Aspnes.

Oh and in the midst of our walk today . . . as Joanie and I were walking over the old wooden bridge . . .  we heard voices under the bridge.  It could have been workmen but I think they were trolls.  In fact, I am sure of it.

the birds are coming. the birds are coming . . .

So it was a damp and dreary morning when I headed out to exercise with Joanie.  My cell was stuffed in a plastic bag since I was pretty sure this was going to be one wet walk.  As soon as I opened the door, my eyes focused on the garbage can to the right of the driveway waiting for pick-up.  But it wasn't the can per se that caught my attention.   It was the three foot turkey vulture perched on its lip that startled me.  As I tried to fumble my phone out of its baggy to get a shot, the vulture took wing.  But worse, so did three others from our front tree.  Four vultures hanging in the yard.  Not a good omen.  Once out the door, I looked around.  Shocked, there was yet another on the ridge line of the roof. 

It was a toss up as to who scared who more.  He too took to the air . . . along with two more of his ilk.  By now I was freaked and calling Joanie, sputtering something about attack of the killer vultures.   Finally, I gathered my courage and walked around the house to see if there was something dead that had attracted these not so lovely creatures.  Nothing.

With trepidation, Joanie and I started our walk . . . visions from The Birds fluttering uneasily through my head.  Yes, dear reader, I had worked my little brains into a frenzy.  By the time we got home, I was certain the grim reaper would meet me at the door.

Thankfully, my menagerie of three cats and a sloth were all fine and demanding their breakfasts and while the sun never did come out, life as we know it, rolled peacefully through the day.  The End.

made me laugh out loud . . .

If I were a snake, I'd be Humphrey.  No doubt.

alli alli oxen free . . .

After a not.so.very.good.day yesterday, today is wonderful.  The 9TS woke full of energy and enthusiasm for the day.  Took him for a quick check at his dermatologist and dropped him at the gym to have a sloth play date and lunch.  They'll drop him off all tuckered out but very happy.

And so I decided yet again to play with a scraplift of a Dawn Inskip template:

Credits:  Paper: Manu Studios, Stitches: Katie Pertiet, Staples: Anna Aspnes, Animals and Wheat:  Vinnie Pearce.

inhale . . . exhale . . .

We had lots of family come visit yesterday and it was fun to see them all but I think it tuckered out the 9TS more than we expected.  Right about dinner time, he started getting a headache.  By 3:30 in the morning it was still screaming until we clobbered it with a little extra morphine.  Incredibly, he woke up exhausted but without the monster throbbing head.  Another battle won.

Yoga and lunch makes for a good day in and around the cave.  Thank you yoga.  Thank you Nancy and Joanie!

And finally a little time to play with this week's Photoshop Friday lesson from JessicaSprague.com:

and so to bed.

another good day . . .

I dropped the 9TS off at the gym so he could kibbutz with his fellow gym rats and walk some on the treadmill.  And although Kidlet is heading back up north, Stacie is coming for dinner and that always makes him feel better.

I should be working but it was too tempting to play instead.  The laundry will still be there:

Credits:  Stitches:  Karla Dudley, Journaling Block: Dawn Inskip, Wire alpha and flower: Katie Pertiet, Circle: Anna Aspnes, Pins: Kitty Designs, Bird:  Pattie Knox, Brackets: MzP.

If I had my way, I would be living in one of these cozy bungalows . . . but I must admit, I would add the missing air conditioning.  Call me slug.

Since the sloth will in all probability, go out to lunch with Rizzo, Chester and Yolanda, I sneaked into the kitchen and made myself a quesadilla with mozzarella, spinach, chicken, sour cream and salsa.  I am trying very hard to resist the pull for a second one but that would not fall under the category of Eat Less.  Sigh.

more, please . . .

once again, I fell in love.  culinary that is.  because everyone knows there is no substitute for the 9TS.

As we sat down to dinner tonight, Jen said I 'had to try' the bruschetta tonight.  They rarely have this version and it is her favorite.  At the sound of goat cheese, I was on it like a flea on a dog.  And again, I had it half devoured before I remembered to get a shot.  Forgive me:

And that would be herbed goat cheese sprinkled with crushed hazelnuts and fire roasted red peppers marinated with olive oil and a little balsamic vinegar.  First I tried the goat cheese, then the peppers and finally, the goat cheese loaded with peppers.  Slurp!  And yes, I would order it again.