BEWARE - Something Fragmare This Way Comes

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It is Friday.

It is well INTO Friday.

That means I've almost missed my window of opportunity to share various and sundry fragments of life with you, my bloggy readers.

Fortunately I've arrived at the fragment dock just in the nick of time to catch the fragship before it sails.
  
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College football season arrived last night and the NFL will be back in full swing as of Thursday evening.

Some of us are WAY more excited about this turn of events than are others.

Obviously from the above scenario, little Piper is in the less than excited category.
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I, on the other hand, am definitely in the excited school of thought.

I've already got three versions of my College Pick 'Em game going - - - as evidenced by the return of my "bookie" ways shown above.
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Suddenly this week our temperature soared back up into the high 90's - - - yet further evidence that FALL ISN'T HERE YET, just in case you were tempted to forget that it is summer until the sun's position says it's fall on September 21.

Anyway, with the return of heat my Famous Wacky Macky Pasta salad sounded really yummy, so I made some.

Alas, it's only famous in my own eyes.

I proceeded to eat it, with precious little help from Fisherhubby who isn't a pasta salad connoisseur, in a two day window of time.

Oink oink.
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Do you shoebox???

We always fill shoeboxes at church this time of year to be sent to children all over the world at Christmas.  It's such a fun project.

This is my first "installment" of donations for the shoeboxes - - - 12 boxes of brand new crayons.

I can hardly keep my hands out of them - - - that's the effect new crayons have on this old gal!
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Fisherhubby proudly and affectionately dubbed this his "Tower of Tackle." It resides in our small one car garage, right where I TRY to open my car door.

And I'm pretty sure there are two facts about it you really do need to know in order to comprehend the IMPORT of it:

1)  NONE of it is mine.

2)  This is only PART of Fisherhubby's fishing paraphernalia, in fact if you look around and behind it you will see handles of poles, nets, and various other fishing accoutrements.

Sigh.
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Social Media Faux Pas and Don't Dos

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1)  Don't make posts, tweets, or statuses that mainly consist of endless lists of what you have accomplished - sorta like this:  

"I just tore down our house with my bare hands, rebuilt it with bricks that I made myself from mud and straw, harvested the wheat in my garden, ground it, made lasagna noodles with it, and made homemade lasagna for hubby AND half the neighborhood, then I weeded all the flower beds for a 120 block radius, after I finished my 20 mile run.  Now I'm making sure there is nothing else I need to do BEFORE I sit down to rest my lazy bones."

This just looks like a humble (or not so humble) brag and is BEGGING for the "atta girl, I could never walk in your footsteps" response.

2)  Don't make whiny health posts.

All of us get colds, runny noses, cookie-tossing episodes.  We aren't cold hearted, but we come to our social media to ESCAPE the minor drudgeries of our everyday lives.  So, unless you are dying just skip that part of the post, K?

Now, I realize that some of us are suffering - - - truly suffering - - - with chronic long term conditions for which we desperately hope others will pray.  I'm not talking about that, that's not whiney and is an animal of an entirely different color.

I'm also not talking about telling a medical incident with full on humor - - - those are fun and funny.

OK - - - enough for today.  I may or may not revisit this social media faux pas topic on another day.

You'll thank me later.  ;-)
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One of the VERY BEST things about moving back to my junior high and high school hometown has been getting to see school chums, usually for the first time since we graduated 41 years ago, from time to time.

This time I got to spend some time chatting with Conrad at his parent's 60th wedding anniversary.  Conrad lives in Oregon now.
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I also got to spend some time with his sister, Gretchen, who was a year behind us in school and graduated with Sister Pam.

What a joy!!!
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Somebody around here figured out - first time they saw it - how to use my communication station!!!

No, Fisherhubby is not my Cleaning Fairy, though he has left me ONE message so far.

All his message said was:  Cigars.

Don't ask.  ;-)
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This is Packer country.

Ever since an infamous "Fail Mary" game between the Packers and the Seahawks late last season, the Seahawks are despised.

Well except I don't despise the Seahawks.  

I'm a Russell Wilson, former WI Badger QB, fan - even when he and his boys play the Packers.

So, yes I did wear my Russell Wilson Seahawks jersey out and about on the evening that the Packers met the Seahawks in a preseason game last Friday.

I even made it back home unharmed and unscathed.

I'm happy to announce that Russel and his boys won.

It's only preseason - - - but I'm just sayin' anyway..

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And now - - - the fragmare this way comes!

"Ain't" he a beauty????

I saw him in a little antique/collectibles shop and I truly wanted to bring him home and put him beside Fisherhubby's bed.

Fisherhubby HATES snakes.

But Eloise, whose transportation I was enjoying that day, said she wouldn't let Fragmare in the car, so that was that.

But doesn't he have gorgeous, if evil, amber eyes????
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And that's it for this week's edition of frags.

Please head over to Mrs. 4444's place

To check out more frags.

I can pretty much promise you NONE of

Them will be fragmares - - -

Those other fraggers are nice people.

While you're there, why not join in the fun???

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