F-Bomb Friday

Today, I'm linking up with Mimi at Living in France for F-bomb Friday.



If you don't follow Mimi, go check her out. She's one of my favorites.

Anyasskissing, last weekend we had a Ladies Auxiliary Lunch at the VFW. Yes, I'm in the Ladies Auxiliary and I'm under the age of 70. Don't judge.

Most everyone makes some kind of dessert to serve with lunch. This particular lunch we also had a bake sale. Last time, I made cupcakes and only one little kid got them. I ended up having the bring them home and ate most of them.

This time I decided, I could handle making a chocolate cream pie. As in, I bought the pie crust, made instant pudding, and added Ready Whip (you know, the stuff in a can) and mini chocolate chips.

I made two pies Saturday afternoon, put them in the refrigerator, and went to a benefit for a couple hours. This is the before pictures. Purty, right?



After the benefit, I came home and found this.



Damn, I know that I knew that the stuff in the can goes flat. What the f-bomb was I thinking?

I said, f-bomb it and went to bed.

Sunday morning, I went to the grocery store and bought some cool-whip and fixed it.



The good news is one whole pie was eaten as dessert. One went towards the bake sale and as of the time I left, no one had bought it. I didn't bright it home though. And I really don't care what happened to it.

Runaway Dog

My mom has two dogs, one of which is a Chihuahua named Allie. Allie is eleven years old, deaf, has arthritis, is as mean as a rattlesnake and to be honest, I'm not real fond of her. I think that's mutual though. She tried to bite me for the first four years mom had her.


Mom gets off work early on Thursday afternoons. About 1:30 she called me and asked if I went to her house for lunch. I told her I didn't but Matt did. She asked me if Matt saw Allie. I told her I didn't know that she should text him. Apparently, Allie had disappeared.

She looked all over the house and the yard for her but couldn't find her anywhere. Mom had to leave to bring her other dog to the vet. I texted Matt too. He said he didn't remember seeing her. By this point dad was getting off work. So, I called him and asked him if he had talked to mom. He said he had and that he was going to go get some beer and drive around town and look for Allie.

I was leaving work early anyway to go to the doctor. When I left work I went by mom and dad's. By this time, mom was home and frazzled to say the least. She was upset because she thought Allie could have snuck out when she left for work. Dad said that he figured the chicken hawk that has been hanging around their house probably got her. (Nice one dad)

I cruised around their neighborhood for a little while before I had to go to the doctor. I honestly thought that she had probably got out of the fence and went and died somewhere. She's not in the best shape and plus she's a weirdo like that. In the mean time, mom and dad and the neighbor kid are all out searching the town looking for her.

When I got back to our house after I went to the doctor, mom called. She said she found Allie. I thought, Oh god, she's dead. I asked her where they found her and she said at the pound.

Apparently, mom called the radio station and had them announce that she was missing. Mom got a few calls from people saying they had seen Allie about 2 miles from their house along a busy highway at 8 that morning. Mom told them that it couldn't have been Allie because she doesn't move that well and couldn't have went that far.

Then a cop called. I guess the cop saw her in the same area that the other sightings occured. He got out of his car and yelled at her and he said she just kept walking. Remember she doesn't listen is deaf. He followed her down the busy highway with his flashers off until she went under a parked semi at some kind of trucking place.

It took the cop and three truckers to get her out from under the semi. In the process, she bit one of them but since she only has two or three teeth she didn't break his skin. They were making fun of her because she's so old. The cop took her to the pound because she didn't have a name tag on.

When mom went to the pound to pick her up the guy at the pound said that he would just let mom get her out of the pen. So, I can only imagine the trouble she caused there.

I'm glad she made it home. The day before her episode I went to mom's for lunch and she was pacing around the table the whole time on the hardwood floor. I didn't want my last words to her to be, "I'm going back to work. You're driving me fu!@#$g nuts." And no matter how much her and I dislike each other, I know when she goes to doggy heaven, my mom will be sad. I'm not ready for that yet.
I liked up with Mimi @ Living in France for F-Bomb Friday.

Pool

When we put the pool up a couple weeks ago, it was a tad not level. (Apparently, unlevel is not a word? It should be.) Over the last couple weeks, it settled more and more and became even more unlevel. Then it rained like hell everyday for a week or so, which made it even worse.

Last night, I was going to clean the pool out. When I got in it, I noticed that the ladder wasn't touching the ground. Sometimes I don't have the most common sense and I couldn't figure out why. I was using the vacuum thing on it and scooping leaves out with the net. Matt came home and I told him about the ladder. He told me that it was because two of the poles on the high end weren't touching the ground. Fuck

So after a bunch of what if's and we could's and we are idiots, we decided to drain the pool. This morning it was half empty or half full, depending on how you want to look at it.

I've already figured out where we can get some dirt tomorrow. So tomorrow we are going to get a truck load of dirt, try to level out the area where the pool goes, and fill it back up. I don't even care how much the water bill is. It's worth it.

I'm sure it will be like 105 degrees tomorrow when we are doing all this.

I linked up with Mimi @ Living In France for F Bomb Friday today. :)