Beware, those in the north east

Hey! Where in the hell are my font and text size buttons?!? I can't post in this little bitty ole type, I can't even see it! For those of you not on blogger (you lucky dogs), there used to be two little buttons in a bar across the top of the window where you could pick your font and text size. I always picked large so I could SEE what I typed. But no more, apparently. Get out your magnifying glasses.

Anyquityerbitchin, guess where I'm going this weekend? To new york city! Yay! Happy face! Lucy went to a movie premier last week, and instead of having her bring the train down, I'm going to hop in MINI Pearl and go fetch her.

So of course, I need advice from the natives. Where to stay, where to stay OUT of, etc. I really don't want it to be like my first New Orleans trip, where the limo from the airport pulled up in front of a falling down motel in between a liquor store and a strip club. Although, that probably could have been fun too.

I'm thinking of trying to see at least one show (Wicked, maybe?) and do the cheesy tourist thing and take a tour. Other than that, please to advise. What can I do that the other 86 bazillion tourists there won't know about? Give me the inside scoop, and I promise I won't call you, drunk and lost, at 3 am Saturday morning.

Saturday Smiles

Have a great weekend!

This post is mandatory

I was recently contacted by the Association of Professional Bloggers and informed that I was in violation of Code 28, subsection 6b. Apparently, it is required that all bloggers publish a mandatory "It's Spring" post or risk losing their license. Because I don't want to get kicked off the internet, I give you:


SPRING!



It doesn't get more springy than a puppy in a convertible.

'come on woman! We've got cruisin' to do. I want my jaws flappin in 5 minutes'

Required outside picture of kid in sunshine. This complies with regulation 124a.

Now that I'm in compliance, I can rest easy knowing that my membership is secure. Happy Spring! May you have lots of gorgeous flowers and no allergies.

Happy Easter!

bawk! bawk!

Welcome Home!

Albeit temporarily. We're finally settled into a rental! And what a rental. After looking at over 18 properties, some of which were just downright nasty, we finally found someone who would agree to a six month lease. I thought the dogs would be the problem, but it was the length of the lease.

So behold, the temporary world headquarters of Casa de Silence:


(lifted straight from the realtors site)

Please, do come in:

entry from the middle landing:

Step into my parlor:

The second parlor on the opposite side of the entry will not be shown. It has been appropriated by the husband and turned into a man cave. the shame..

Stop by for dinner any time. We certainly have room to seat you. (the table seats ten but I couldn't get all of it in the picture)






The realtor called this the sunroom. Because it's sunny. The genius, it astounds you. The picture was taken from the 'breakfast kitchen'. Which is around the corner from the 'lunch and dinner kitchen'. Yeah, two kitchens. I have no idea either.

The fenced in (woo!) backyard, which was on the spring garden tour last year. I hope it's not this year. That would entail me picking up poop.

Pickles approves.

Thanks for stopping by. We'll continue the tour with the upstairs after I clear a path. It's amazing how I can still manage to make a mess when I don't have any stuff. We have very few clothes, no furniture, no toys so how in the world is there a mess you ask? It's just a special talent I have.

The house was built in 1840 and has quite a colorful history. It was a hospital during the civil war, a brothel, doctor's home and office, and rehab. Unfortunately, I've encountered no ghosts as of yet. I'll keep you posted.

This is a warning

Sometime soon, like the next day or two, I am going to publish a post that does not include any gloom, despair, or agony. I am giving you this information so that you will not be shocked and drop your computer. Or do a spit take and soak it.

I'm trying to look out for you.

The post will be upbeat, include pictures and good news. Now, it's been so long that any of that has happened on this blog that you may want to take it slow. Start with just a peek, then come back when that's settled. I don't want you to go into shock or fall over with a case of the vapors.

Consider yourself warned and prepare accordingly. See you soon!

You know how in the Amityville Horror, the ghost kept following them no matter where they ran to?

It's kind of like that, but with fire.

These are pictures of the hotel on Saturday night.

The hotel that I'm staying at because I lost my house to fire.

The hotel that caught on fire.




I don't even know what else to say. I mean, have you ever? How much more can I be expected to take? Really, karma gods, you need to learn when to quit. Enough is enough.

*only smoke damage. One of the dryers in the laundry got too hot and smoky.