Showing posts with label texas master naturalists hill country chapter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label texas master naturalists hill country chapter. Show all posts

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Blue Monkey!

Today has been great. This morning while Tony was gone on a Texas Master Naturalist field trip, Ben and I did the chores outside, while we talked and listened to my music play outside.

Early this afternoon, Rose and Bonnie, two really cool Girl Scouts from Dripping Springs, showed up with their parents, to deliver their Silver Projects, that they made for our dogs and have been working on for months.

When they arrived, after howdies and hugs, I took this picture of Rose and Bonnie standing by the trailer, carrying The White House, that Bonnie had made for the portable Puppy Pentagon pen, that Rose had built, to complete their Girl Scouts Silver Projects.


Tony, Ben and I were blown away with their craftsmanship, skill and creativity and we could not wait to set up the portable puppy pen and put The White House inside it, so we asked them to follow us down to where we were going to put it. Here's Ben helping Rose set up her puppy pen, around The White House, which is the perfect size for puppies.


In no time at all, Rose's pen was set up, so I took this picture of the finished portable puppy pen, surrounding The White House, with Bonnie and Rose trapped inside the pen, so I could take their pictures.


As we stood back admiring the young ladies hard work and the clever names that they gave to the doghouse and pen, I joked, "All I can say is, "Because we are a non-profit organization, our puppies are going to have to be bi-partisan-pups. I can't wait for Kinky to see this..."

After Tony, Ben and I had thanked the girls for their work and helping out our rescue ranch, Rose and Bonnie told us that their was even more. "We made toys and have toys to give out to all of the dogs and we also brought you some dog food and dog treats."

As Ben and Tony helped unload the dog food and doggie treats, I thanked the girl's parents for helping the girls deliver their projects to us and for also doing such a fine job raising their children. Then Bonnie and Rose grabbed their big, blue bag from the car, so they could hand out the toys to our dogs. Of course our dogs loved their new toys and here are a couple of pictures that I took of Miss Dee playing with her new, blue monkey and Rocky ready to catch his tossed toy in mid air.



When is was time for Rose and Bonnie and their parents to head back to Dripping Springs, we thanked Bonnie and Rose once again, for being such great Girl Scouts and for taking their time to help our dogs at our rescue ranch. And that is about it for tonight.

Y'all have a great evening!

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Curry Powder!

Today has been great. This morning, Tony and I got up really early, so we could feed the pigs, chickens, deer and the dogs and clean the dog pens before Tony took off for Kerrville, to attend his third Texas Master Naturalists class.

We went outside at 6:00 this morning and we quit at 7:15, so Tony could grab his notebooks and take off in Buttermilk. With only four dog pens left to clean, I came inside and drank my second cup of coffee of the day and then I went back outside and cleaned the four pens. Then I came back inside to make a delicious, healthy smoothie for my breakfast.

After adding my normal ingredients into Jaws: an orange, a hand full of kale, 1/4 cup of blueberries, banana and 1/4 cup of strawberries, I reluctantly added a tablespoon of Curry powder and six, shelled pistachio nuts, because yesterday I had read on the Internet, that we seniors all need to add Curry powder and pistachio nuts to our diets.

Omg! My healthy smoothie tasted terrible and it was really hard for me to swallow it, because it only tasted like Curry powder, which I quickly realized this morning—I'd rather die early than spend the rest of my life having to drink that foul tasting Curry powder every morning.

After tossing the jar of Curry powder into the trash, I cleaned up the kitchen and then I walked four more fast miles with Leslie, which now makes forty-four miles that I've walked with her since ten days ago. Then I went back outside to check on the dogs and to spot-clean any dog pens that needed it.

When I came back inside, Kinky called to invite me to come over for a visit. While we sat outside, watching The Friedmans play, we talked about Las Vegas and by the time we were done with that topic—he wants me to join him and his friends, on his next trip out there, but I don't think that is going to happen, because the only way that I would fly out there, is if Southwest Airlines has built a new terminal in Kerrville, because I don't do San Antone or its airport.

Before I left the Lodge, Kinky and I decided to meet Tony for lunch, around 1:00, after his TMN class ended, so when I got home, I wrote Tone a note, asking him to please meet us for lunch and then I jumped into Trigger and took off for Kerrville, so I could slip the note inside Buttermilk, so Tony would see it and meet us.

At 1:00, Mr. Green Jeans pulled up next to Trigger, in the restaurant's parking lot, so Kinky and I got out of our trucks and went inside the restaurant. "Shall we wait for Tony, to order?" Kink asked.

"No, let's go ahead and order. T. should be here any minute," I unintentionally lied. While we ate our lunch we talked about Vegas, Weatherford, Texas, Mary Martin and Larry Hagman, Churchill, Curry powder and pistachio nuts.

By 1:36, Kinky had finished eating his Menudo and I had nearly finished off my small, delicious shrimp cocktail, then a man and his wife walked up to our table, "We've got to quit meeting this way," he said to us.

"Omg!" I said. "Hi, Kris and Jim! Kinky, this is Jim and Kris, our new friends / volunteers, that I have been telling you about." After Kinky had greeted them, shook their hands and had thanked them for helping our rescue ranch, they visited for a few minutes and then they adios-ed us. Then Kinky adios-ed me. "Thanks for lunch, Nance. Tell Tony, "I'm sorry I missed him..."

After Kink had left the building, I waited for five more minutes, then I asked for the check. As I was about to pay the cashier for our lunch, Tony walked in and said, "I'm sorry that I am late. I'm starving." So we went back to Kinky's and my table and I sipped iced tea and talked about the Curry powder ruining my smoothie, as I watched Tony magically make two, large tacos disappear. Then I followed him home. And that is about it for tonight.

Y'all have a great evening!