iTunes

It's new music Tuesday. I think iTunes is overloaded with shoppers like me. So what do I do best when I'm mad/ happy/ stressed/ furious/ or overjoyed? I write a song (or a poem). This one's for iTunes.

Buy Song Now

All I want is a simple song.
But iTunes made me wait
They made me wait way too long.
And now it's getting late
And I wanna go to bed
But iTunes ain't listening
To what I just said....

Cause I said
Gimme my song
You know you're slow
You know you're wrong
I wanna know why it's taking so long
Just gimme my song....

La la la la la la Fa la la la la
Doo bee doo wopp Tooti frooti

I click on the button and it says "Please wait"
I have no more time
So I'll try again someday
"Rebuffering Stream" is no excuse
iTunes better not take my dime
This is so frustrating
I am so tired of waiting....

Cause I said
Gimme my song
You know you're slow
You know you're wrong
I wanna know why it's taking so long
Just gimme my song....

Lyrics and Music by: Rooette
Produced and Recorded by: Rooette
Made possible by: Rooette

Randomness

I am preparing for my Great Uncle's funeral, my mind is scattered and I doubt I could make a typical happy entry about this. I do not deal well with death and since this is my family's third funeral in 20 months, I am a wee bit shaken and very sad.

I feel these urgent questions/ concerns should be addressed. ; D Thank you Meredith for asking me to brag about my awesomness when I am blue.

A comment left below:

"What's the Feedjit thing all about?
Your flowers a beautiful.
How's the new job?
How are the new hours?
We miss you.
Mom/Meredith"

Feedjit = a thingy on the blog so I can see where my readers are. I have one in New Zealand, one in NJ, a few in MD, some in Ohio, it's mainly for fun. I'm not stalking anyone, nor am I being stalked.

Flowers = Thanks! Andrew and I really worked hard and it was nice to have such a beautiful homecoming last week.

New job/ hours = AWESOME. Hours...eh, I'll get more as time goes by, but I love selling! I'm good at it too! Yesterday there was a young married couple in the store and she was paying for her loot while he was bored out of his skull. I saw him looking at aromatherapy stuff and >WHAM< I did the sneak-attack sell and sent him out the door after he bought $60 more in 'stuff'. It was fun!

We miss you too!

Love, Daughter-in-law Amanda

The guilty party

And I am done. Wonder how long before Amanda knows I did this. Hopefully she wont be too mad. I have to go see my good friend John.

I know Andrew did this! I figured it out because there was an email telling me I had a comment posted on an entry I did not make. Pfffft.
Maybe it's time I teach the Hubby how to blog...

PS Andrew: How is John doing these days? He sure is a good friend of yours. You seem to visit quite a bit, I hope everything is OK.


EDIT: It's almost 7pm and I am strongly considering thinking about possibly deleting Andrew's ramblings from my blog. I mean, he stole my precious internet space and then he babbled and squawked about sports.

The Party

To deviate from the routine, Amanda isnt writing this blog. Instead it is her husband who was lucky enough to figure out how to write on the blog.
See, today is Saturday April 26t, and I am cooped up in Amanda's office because she is having a girl's party downstairs. So I rented a movie and got a computer game from my office so I could keep myself busy and not interrupt. I had already spent most of the day cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, and taking down Christmas Lights. Yes, I know CHRISTMAS LIGHTS! Anyways, I thought my wife's supersmart Apple would be easy to play my computer game on. However I have come to realize that you need a PH.D to understand how to install it. That I dont have nor do i have the patience to try and figure this out. Instead I am going to go into our room and watch a movie while Raven chills. Do you know she puked a couple times this week and our cat Sweety has decided that our bedroom is her own personal crapper. I love my life (sarcasm)/.
No really I do love my wife and my life. I guess that you have to take things like the cat pooping everywhere because somewhere down the road something better will happen too.

Ravens drafted Flacco out of Dware with the 18th pick. I guess we're still good in our secondary. I would have thought that Talib would have been a better use of our pick, but that is why i work for a bank and not the NFL. Flacco is going to be the quarterback of the future or he'll start on the practice squad and end up starting for the Brownies.
What kind of name is that, the Browns. Is that the result of someone not changing a diaper. Its like naming the team in Cinncinnati the Bengals. Do you see any Tigers roaming the woods around there? At least the Ravens are named for Edger Allen Poe. Quote the Raven. Nevermore. There is also a professional wrestler named Raven.

Other curious team names.
Indianapolis Colts - Cleveland gets to keep the Brown's name, but Baltimore gets the shaft
NY Mets - ooohh, I play for the Metropolitans...
St. Louis Rams - better than the Los Angeles Rams
Houston Texans - you can learn geography when watching football
Duke Blue Devils - wrong color for the devil, but right color for a smurf

And I am done. Wonder how long before Amanda knows I did this. Hopefully she wont be too mad. I have to go see my good friend John.

A Springtime Garden!

These lovely flowers popped up while we were out of town. It was a real surprise to see them when we got home. 1. Because I forgot what we planted and 2. Because I didn't think they would grow!

Taylor Twins

Enough said. These kids move too fast for my camera. So, this is what I have from the weekend.

Vacation

Vacation with family is better than most people think. Free room, free food, and you know the people you're having your meals with. What could be better? A sunny spring day with your niece and your dog... : D
Pictures to prove it:












Raven runs fast. Anna walks slow. Yet niether one was harmed in the making of this blog entry.

Dearest Pedicure-ist

While polishing my toes you shall refrain from jumping up from the chair to show everyone in the shop how long my toes are. I know they're long, I've had them my whole life. You mumbled something under your breath about "Hmarhph freaky blabity blah". I want you to know that you were the freak in the room today, not me. You were the one being un-professional. Also, there is NO POINT in wearing rubber gloves if all you do is turn them inside out, instead of throwing them away and starting the next client with a fresh pair. I'm sure this is a health code violation, but don't worry, I'll tell the authorities for you, so you don't have to!

Love,
your never-to-return-again friend from Grove City (NOT Gro See)
Amanda

Never going back there again, must go scrub feet to get rid of germies! Ahhhhk!

My computer hates Facebook

Or the other way around. It takes years to open the page and when it does finally open, it says SERVER CANNOT BE FOUND. Oh yes it can! Ask any other website I've ever been on! Phooey.

It's SPRING!

Proof that I can make things grow:
These are just a small fraction of the 150 or so bulbs Andrew and I planted last fall. This garden runs along the side of the garage and it's a nice bit of color as you approach our house.





Sunday was gorgeous. Amazing. Beautiful. Temps in the high 60's and sunny. So, after sleeping in a little, we took Raven to Alum Creeek Dog Park. It's north of Polaris on the other side of town. It's a drive, but we love taking Raven there. She's a big drama queen. She always gets 5 or 6 male dogs to chase her all over and then she lays down and I swear she laughs at them! I need to get that on video someday. In the meantime, here she is burning off energy she'd been saving since August.












It seems she forgot that she's a retriever and she needs to retrieve what we tell her to. A few rounds of "Get the ball" resulted in us asking a yellow Lab to fetch our toy. Raven would swim out halfway and come right back, wagging like she accoplished something. Good try Raven, but no cigar.

Raven in the backseat on the drive home. She's a tired pup.

Had to buy this.

I didn't need a reason. My niece is a good enough reason! Missy, I've had this for 3 months and I can't keep it a secret anymore... Here's a quilt I found in a little shop in Dublin, OH. If you don't take it, I'll just have to keep it for myself or have a little girl someday. It's 50 x 60 inches, not really big enough for a twin bed, but it's a good light weight layer.

Animal Precinct: Grove City

Raven and I like to watch Animal Precinct on Animal Planet. We scold the bad pet owners and give a telepathecal hug to the pets in distress. She gets really excited when she sees another big black dog. Anyway...

Around 5:30 this evening, I came home, parked in the driveway and started unloading my new glass kitchen canisters (LOL Missy!). A woman walking by asked me if my dogs were out. My head spun around for 3 seconds and then I saw an 80lb rottwieller barrling towards me. No. My dogs are accounted for, and they don't look like that (The other one was a shelti/collie/something or other mix.) The 2 dogs had no collars and they made a beeline for a front porch on the next street. It's tough being an animal lover, I went to the house ready to knock on the front door thinking that the dogs were home and wanted to be let in. Bad idea. Horrible idea. The shelti mix lunged at me and I let out a firm "NO!" and turned my back. I took a step into the street and saw the woman who had asked me about the dogs. Good. If I get attacked, I'll have a witness and someone to call 911. I walked to her and we talked about the dogs and how mad we were at the owners for not using proper ID and following the leash laws. After 30 minutes of chatting, I cut across a muddy vacant lot and came home, on my way I saw the shelti again. This time she was wearing a collar and a 12 or 13 year old girl was walking her. I asked if that was her dog because I had just seen her running around in the street dashing infront of cars Ooooh I was so mad. I hope I scared the poor kid. She did claim ownership and she never once made eye contact with me, despite being a good 50 feet away form me. I continued on home, Raven was barking her head off as she was long overdue for a bathroom break. I took her out and down the street I could see a big white van with flashing yellow lights. I saw that it was animal control and waved them over to tell them what I knew, I figured they must be looking for the 2 dogs running around. I was right, and we chatted. Raven licked the driver and I promised to call if I saw them again.

Good Grief! My neighborhood is crawling with not-so-smart people!

I'm a dweeb.

I have lots of blogs bookmarked across the top of my browser. Blogs of family, friends, friends in NZ, old friends and new friends. I click randomly and read through. I even click on my own blog as if someone else is adding to it besides me. When I see that nothing has been added to my own blog, I get disappointed and think "Wow. That lazy bum should do an update!" Oh wait. It's mine. We all know I'm the only one crazy enough to put a billboard sized picture of a bunch of cats at the top of the page. Geeez.
Sadly, you all know one nutty lady.

Much Love,
Roo's wife,
Raven's mom,
Bree and Rissa's sister,
Little Anna's Aunt Manda,
Oh, I could go on for ages.

Wouldn't it be nice...?

I applied for another (this makes 34,572 jobs) job at a popular national chain specializing in bath and home fragrance. They have a new store 3 miles from home and Roo wants to work at the local bank branch here as a personal banker. His weekly mileage would go from 300 down to 60 on the little red car. The bank and "smell good store" are across the parking lot from each other, so if we both get hired, we could carpool.

Cross your fingers, there are so many good things that could come from this change, we want this!!

Love, Roo & Ette