# 8 Saves the day

Octavio, my friend and gardner saves the day. I hadn't noticed the leak, but he had and so had my next door neighbor. Here are the pictures. Thank you Octavio. I don't know what I would do without you!

The leak

Wonderful Octavio

All fixed. See the patch

Thank God for friends!

I have Bling

Guess what. I have bling. Now..........., I am not exactly sure what bling is, but I have it. The subject came up at bible study ( now, I realize that doesn't seem appropriate for bible study, but if I can learn about eyebrow threading at our corporate doom and gloom meeting, why not bling at bible study). I was told told by one of the ladies that I have bling. So I asked at work and was told, yes in fact I do have bling. I was also that you are never too old for bling. I haven't checked with the family authorities yet, but I am sure they don't think I have bling.


But I Do!!

Threading

While at a meeting last week to learn how bad our organization is doing, I learned that some people get their eyebrows threaded. Now this fasinated me. On Monday, I checked out the eyebrow of two people who had their eyebrows threaded and they looked good. Plus they said it didn't hurt. Well.......... I decided to check it out with my family authorities (Alison and Heidi) and they both had heard of it and had friends who had it done! However, opinion was divided on the pain issue.
Here is a definition of threading: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Threading_(epilation).

Even though I am fasinated by this I have decided to stick with my Andy Rooney eyebrows.

Cats - you gotta love them

Who knew my feet were such wild animals. But........ you don't have to worry any longer. They are officially dead. Last night (or rather early this morning), Lucky decided that they were dangerous and he officially killed them. Now I had been up for a few minutes and after I returned to bed and stretched out, he got into his best attack mode and boom, the next thing I knew, my feet were under attack. After a few minutes of intense warfare, my feet gave up the ghost and died.
Ah.......... what would we do without our cats.

I have a Jacaranda tree

My front door is on the west side of the house. If you come to visit me in the afternoon in the summer, you could melt waiting for me to unlock all the doors.

So......... I have planted several trees there to provide shade. First I tried a ficus which was doing well until we had the big freeze. (Hard to imagine a big freeze in AZ but we had one and it killed a lot of trees and plants.)

Then I (well, actually Octavio, my wonderful friend and gardener) tried a flowering plum. But it bit the dust. So now I have a jacaranda tree. Now this is a beautiful tree.

Here is a picture of one:

And here is a picture of the one Octavio planted. I'll keep you posted on how it does. Hopefully it will look like the above picture in a few years and you won't melt at my front door.

How do they know?

How did they know that today was the day I picked to visit PetSmart and get their nails cut? Long ago I decided that cutting the cats nails by myself was impossible. So.......... every 4 to 6 weeks we troop off to PetSmart and let the groomers cut their nails.

It is quite a production. First I have to put them in their carriers. But............. before I can do that I have to find them. Now I have this down to a fine science. I don't verbalize out loud what is happening - because of course the cats can understand me. I don't touch the carriers. But......even though I have a visual, when I go to pick one up, they are both long gone.

How did they know?

After I drag Lucky from under the bed and put him in the carrier, it is Carlie's turn. And off we go. Howling all the way to PetSmart. And voila.............. they are as good as gold as PetSmart. No one gets scratched, no one howls. What's up with that?!

Here is a picture of the perpetrators. Don't they look innocent?

Happy Birthday Isabella

Happy Birthday to my beautiful brown eyed Isabella. I can't believe you are 7 years old already. I hope you are having a wonderful time in South Dakota. I love you.

Grandma.

I guess I can cook after all

It has long been a belief in my family (that I have willingly fostered) that I don't cook. Well, here is proof that I actually can cook if I want to.

Now I have to clean up the mess. I forgot about that part!

Hold on to your hats

Well, Grandma Phoenix is going to try blogging. Now this is funny if you know me as I hate to write. I have a wonderful sister-in-law who is a beautiful writer, a daughter-in-law who is a great writer, a son and daughter who write and even a grandfather who had a book published. But somehow this talent passed me by. Nowadays, everyone blogs. My daughter-in-law and daughter blog. So I am going to try. But first I have to figure out how. I can't find my first attempt.
So keep posted for thoughts on life, grandkids (the most awesome in the world), cats, kids, retirement, work and whatever.