Thirst Quenched!

So I am in the mood to sit and make some word art of the day, but alas, my beautiful man, my beloved Honey, is in the mood for chatter in intervals that allow the mind to locate a subject, begin to form a sentence, and then comes whatever knowledge it is that he wants to share. Up to and including the horses he chose today at OTB for the Belmont, even though I was right there during purchase.

I notice a male Pine Grosbeak just staring in the window (at me? Can he see me from there?). I told my honey and he said they DO stare in the window at us from the feeder – not a look of guilt as you might suspect….the feeder has plenty – but maybe it’s just a momentary curiosity. Or else they are trying to figure out how to play Farmville/Chess from the Spectator Sport of Voyeurism.

The Belmont race is getting ready to start so I will be finishing this later, Quiet provided. I put my bets on Nehro. Humanling chose Animal Kingdom. Honey believes it will be Shackleford, winner of the previous race. Now that I’ve asked, there is an explanation worthy of an architect’s thought process.
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As it turns out, the tiniest bit of information that I read regarding the horses for the Belmont, helped out. I chose Stay Thirsty among two other horses for Win or Place and happily had my butt driven down to OTB to pick up my little win, but win it still was. Whoo hooo!
I have just finally finished cleaning guinea pig cages. Two of them. Because they can’t stand each other and start rumble strutting and everything else when together, including drawing blood. SO….since I decided 2 ½ years ago to adopt two guinea pigs, two cages is what I get to clean. Oh, at least now I can handle doing it with bare hands. I just scrub up like fifteen times when I’m done so that when I leave the bathroom, the soap starts gagging. Quite a feat if you ask me.

And watch this….my first slurp of Erdinger tonight. I was going to open it up for the horse race but happened to still be behind my drink schedule and was finishing my coffee at that time. Got a little behind when I decided to make devilled eggs and of course I cannot be touching absolutely anything else when I handle food unless it’s getting cooked afterward. In hot oil.
I also finally left Absolute Loserville and finally got a home room hit on my Home Run for the Streak pick on MLB. But that was yesterday. Today Jose Bautista taketh away. Oh well. At least I can say that I effectively chose ONE in my life.

I did see Mr. Crow on my walk today and that was about the most peaceful time of the day. Besides waking up this morning and spending Quality Time with the honey. It seems to go downhill from there some weekends. Right now he is rooting around like a hedgehog in Humanling’s room for all kinds of food garbage…i.e. wrappers or the substance of Food, itself. He went in there to check out the Mets score on her tv and of course his scavenger hound who has the bottomless pit for a gut, was sniffing out wrappers. The honey can’t seem to just let it go and has to search the entire room for more wrappers so that the child can be called lazy and get yelled at. Granted….she knows the rules and has been told plenty to throw her garbage out. She didn’t, so this is what happens. I can’t say that it makes for peaceful family conversation and picturesque moments, unless those photos are of a court trial.

This is one of those days where I would like to rewind back to the good parts and delete some of the others. The child finally has the tv during prime time – PRIME TIME for God’s sake! And she has to keep dealing with her criminal wrapper littering ways.

Bewwwww Hew ….. I just want a weekend and a thought without interruption. That’s right. I’m unduly crabby when dealing with other hominids today, even after winning on Stay Thirsty and seeing my loverly Crow friend! I should be punished and not spoken to at all for the rest of the night! No. Please. Don’t.

So here’s a little Manners Reminder for anyone reading who needs to pass on the word…because I know that my fabulous readers have their social q’s in fashion. When we went to cash in the *winning ticket* (que streamers and confetti) at OTB, there was a woman in front of us who was still at the counter when the man called out “next!” So I moved forward but was forced to the left of the counter because Mrs. Scratch Off with the spandex pants that gave her one giant buttcheek instead of separating it out nicely into the two that are more proper for an exposed derriere (as opposed to being covered by a long shirt or jacket) decided to stand there and lose her money on a ticket right in front of the cashier at the counter instead of losing off to the side to give us more room. A tad annoying. Yes, I know it was OTB, but still. I do encounter many polite people in general but there are the few who don’t seem to realize that they are sharing earth-space with others. Or counter space in this instance. But not YOU, my lovelies!!! I'm sure you are definitely flocked with those who pay the manners forward!

I must now get my mini-criminal to bed. She'll have to pay her $100 fine for littering and get to sleep.