Midnight in the Frag-arden of Good and Evil

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I never saw the movie from whose name I stole the idea for this blog title.  But these frags of mine are getting linked to Mrs. 4444's party pretty close to midnight AND me, myself, and moi are the EVIL part.

I'm a bad, bad, bad, bad, BAD blogger who has posted nary ONE WORD since last Friday's Fraggin' Party.   I have no legitimate excuse - - - just seems that life keeps moving and my fingers-on-the-keyboard do NOT.

Thank goodness for Friday - - - even Friday midnight - - - which inspires me to post my weekly frag-arden here for all to enjoy.
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* * * Spring on the Frozen Tundra Update * * *

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In order to see any pre-Easter daffies AT ALL, I had to buy them in a pot and bring them home.  You can see the snow just outside the patio doors.

Little aside - it was nearly 50 the day I bought these, but the girl in the shop told me to "cover them with a plastic bag to take them home or they'd freeze."

?????  It's above freezing out.

Well - - - it only takes 10 degrees less than the indoor temperature to freeze them.

?????? Methinks she doesn't comprehend the word FREEZE.  

As you can see, they survived just fine sans a baggy covering.
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WOOOO HOOOO!!!  Even here on the frozen tundra tiny little buds are sticking their little noses up out of the dirt!!!!  A promise of new life.

Of course, they are sooooo tiny I circled them for your viewing pleasure.
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AND, if you had a big ole snow bank hanging right over YOUR head, you might be slow to stick YOUR nose up out of the soil too!!!

I am VERY happy to report that after a week of mid 40 degree days, the snow banks are shrinking and the patio-ponds are growing.
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* * * Easter Report * * *

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MIL Robin still treats us at Easter even though Fisherhubby and I have long since stopped making baskets for each other.

This cardboard egg arrived on our doorstep just PACKED with the most delicious Easter cookies and treats imaginable.

Thank you sooooooo much, Robin.  We are doling these out slowly and savoring EVERY bite.
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Fishserhubby and I were "home alone" on Easter.  After enjoying the Easter worship celebration at our church,  we chose to go to the Easter Buffet at the Supper club.

No only did Kathy, the proprietoress, have everything looking good - - -
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She had an over-abundance of delicious delicacies spread far and wide.

There was a CROWD there.  A CROWD.   Fisherhubby and I had reservations, but we were still nearly lost in the crush.

We decided next year we'll just come home and enjoy our OWN fine dining right here, even if it ISN'T a feast like this.
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* * * Out With the 70's * * *

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And in with something even older.

I've been watching for antique pieces that I LOVE to replace our purchased-new-by-us-circa-1976 bedroom suite.

Last Saturday I found a tall dresser that I LOVED at one of my favorite local antique haunts.

I slapped my money down on her counter faster than snot on a doorknob!!!

But I had to LEAVE my treasure there until the pond of snow melt and rain subsided from in front of the door.
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Today was the day that this little beauty came home with us.

You know what THAT meant - - - that meant moving out of the old 70's dresser, into the new OLDER one, and then delivering the 70's piece to its new home.
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Here's a close-up of my FAVORITE detail.

Yes Lisleman, (and some of the rest of you too) I can already HEAR you saying "where are you going to PUT all these things you keep bringing home???

Well - - - - just wait till you see the NEXT bit in this frag-arden!
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* * * Impulse Buying * * *

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When I arrived at the little shop today to pick up my new old dresser, I spied THIS piece which the proprietoress had put in the spot my dresser was vacating.

Do you SEE this???  The top section is a secretary with three drawers underneath and a long narrow glass fronted door on either side.

I flipped over the price tag and took about ten seconds to say, "I'll take this too."

There was only one other customer in the shop at the time, and she came up to pay at the same time I did.  I said she should go first unless she wasn't finished shopping.

She said, "Well, I WANTED that secretary desk."

If she thought I'd say she could have it, she was gravely mistaken.   

She'd been in the shop since long before I got there, she'd had plenty of time to snap up the secretary, and besides - - - ALL'S FAIR IN LOVE AND ANTIQUING.
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* * * Doctor Who? * * *

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Fisherhubby is watching "Doctor Who" in the next room.

"Exterminate!!!   Exterminate!!!"

Oh - - - if you've watched that classic at all, you know why I said that.

But, did you know that Doctor Who has been turning out new episodes for 50 years?   Yep, 50 years and still producing more Daleks.

And Fisherhubby is a "cult" follower of the Doctor.

But not quite for all 50 of the years.

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* * * Doing the Shuffle * * *

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The furniture shuffle that is.

Since my impulse secretary buy earlier today, I had to shuffle things about to "squeeze" it into a prominent spot so I can see it and love it every single day.

So - - - this little bench was demoted to the foot of the bed so the secretary could take pride of place front and center.
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* * * Internal Affairs * * *

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My internal affiars need a bit of rearranging, so I'll be going all laparoscopic for a bit of bilateral salpingo oopherectomy on Wednesday.

I don't anticipate any trauma to speak of, but Fisherhubby tells me that if there is any, and I end up on a ventilator, not to worry 'cause he'll unhook me.

But mes amis, I do not WANT to be unhooked - - - so please don't let him do it!!!

This is a long time threat of his - - - that little skunk.  He knows my death-fears and thrives on plaguing me with promises of unhooking my ventilator.

It does not make me feel any safer knowing that being a medical provider he knows exactly HOW to do it!!!

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* * * Out Like a Lamb * * *

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At the little antique shop this week I found this darling little Lambie-kin.

He is covered in the softest sweetest lambie wool you can ever imagine.
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Here he is in his surroundings at the shop so you can see his relative size.

I must not be a TOTAL impulse buyer 'cause I REALLY wanted him, but left him there for some other buyer to snatch up.

Hmmmm, maybe the lady that wanted my secretary will get him!

I thought of Kathy at Spot on Cedar Pond 'cause she raises sheep and makes lots of clever things with their wool.
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* * * Grand Grans * * *

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Mackinley taking a walk with his mama on the River Greenway.

Not too green yet - - - but it'll happen!!
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Gangsta Pippa is in da house!!!
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 * * * I Kid You Not!!! * * *

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It is snowing out even as I type these posts about Spring.

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* * * Eating Good in our Neighborhood * * *

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I snapped this shot of the entrance of our favorite Friday night watering hole.

I thought I was pretty artistical.
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* * * Number One Son Strikes Again * * *

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This is our oldest son, Kelly, who is 32 and a half going on 13.   Here he is sporting his Auntie Pam's chandelier prism as an ear-bob.

Oh, I circled it so you'd notice.

I won't EVEN tell you the OTHER pranks that boy did to his sweet little unsuspecting Auntie on his recent visit.
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* * * Salutations * * *

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That's all that's growing in my frag-arden tonight.
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Please hurry over to Mrs. 4444's place

Where you will see LOTS of other frag-ardens

AND where you can sprout some frags of your own,

Should you so choose.

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