Once again, I was faced with the Utah "sell" for "sale" thing. You know, "Target's having a big SELL on electronics!" Except this time it wasn't the usual, expected-type source. This was a well-spoken (or well-written, actually) person with a lovely way of expression and terrific spelling. Broad vocabulary. And somehow managed to use the word "sell" in the place of "sale" repeatedly. But this person isn't from Utah, but rather the south. I guess it's a widespread problem.
We were talking today about Charlie, our Cairn, and how he loves each of us for different reasons. Me? I'm the boss, flat out. When he's too wound up to obey anyone else, my voice almost always cuts through the excitement and gets a response. Oh, and I'm the one he comes to when he's scared or worried about things. Hubby? He's the face licking and and tug-o-war playing guy, the go-to for ice cubes and the guy whose feet he most wants to rest on during the day. And our boy?
He's the fetch-playing king. Charlie will grab a toy and begin trotting through the house, looking for his boy. If he can't find him, he becomes increasingly upset, crying and searching. While he will tolerate one of the adults taking the toy and throwing it for him, he'll only go after it once, then go off in search of his boy again.
All three of us are good for sleeping on.
Here's a video of one of Charlie's favorite things. You may find it a bit disgusting. Sorry.
I think I've decided to have the basal cell (why do I keep trying to capitalize that, like it's deserving of some honor?) excised instead of using the Aldara. Yes, it would be cool to use the Aldara and keep a running photographic commentary on my blog, but you know what? Stuff's gonna be four times as expensive to use (provided there are no problems), and it's not as effective as excision. Yes, I'll have a scar. Oh, look, another scar! Another! Let's see--gallbladder and appendix (before the days of laparoscopic surgery), C-section, car accident face, and various horse and hiking related scars (plus stretch marks!), and I'm going to worry about a little scar on my arm? Yeah, I think I'm going to go for the more effective, cheaper treatment. Maybe I'll take "stages of healing" wound pics, instead.
Found out today that Charles Trentelman of the Ogden Standard Examiner is retiring. No, I had no inside scoop, though I've been Facebook friends (and a little more than that, I'd like to think) with him for years. He gave my boy a beautiful Desert Storm coffee mug (black with gold) and a terrific, BIG framed pic from the RAF. I like Charles, even though our first experience with each other was a rather heated discussion of the relative qualities of Northern Utah vs Upstate New York. Needless to say, we disagreed. And that's okay--fact is, I like the heck out of Mr. Trentelman, and I'll miss his writing. He often gave voice to the thoughts in my head.
Speaking of the end of an era, I've stepped up my attempts to find some information about Sister Mary Jane and Sister Elizabeth from St. Benedict's in Ogden, Utah. It's been 35-40 years since I've seen them, and I'm sure Sister Elizabeth has likely died. But Mary Jane was much younger, and could conceivably still be around. I'd love to know how she is, see how her life turned out. She may have originally been from Minnesota, and may have gone back there after she left Ogden. If anyone knows/knew her, please let me know (or let her know she's remembered). If you think someone might know her, please pass this along.
This came across my wall again. Well, it's the first time for this meme, but we've covered the point before. It bears repeating.
No politics today. I read a bunch of slime that dribbled out of Lance Kinzer and find I can't even go there today.
Really quick, check this out--figured it out in just a couple of minutes, and it only took me AND hubby! Which means that, between us, we're smart!
So here--have some really crappy paneling to round out the day!
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