The Goblin King

I am totally surprised this has not happened yet.... 

(this post is dedicated to Laura and Jessica, you are welcome ladies.)

Two out of Three


This is going to be very choppy because I'm still so emotional.

Two weeks ago his appetite started to wane.  Last week we took him to the veterinarian and he was diagnosed with hip dysplasia, heart murmur and, after blood tests, kidney failure.  The vet recommended we get some special food.  We did.  He ate for about a day and acted himself (kind of).  Our hopes were up.  Two days ago he started having blood in his stool and vomiting.  He refused to eat or drink.  He wouldn't even eat his beloved doggie treats.  He wouldn't even eat his beloved bacon.  Then I knew.  

Our neighbors two dogs saw him on the porch the other day and didn't even bark at him.  They always bark at dogs. Dogs just know.  Humans take longer.  

I stayed up with him most of last night.  I dipped my fingers in his water bowl and let it drip on his nose because I just knew his mouth had to be so dry.  He would lick his nose, probably just to appease me.  Took him out to use the bathroom and on the way back up the porch step his front leg gave out on him and my husband had to pick him up to take him back inside.  He was so weak.

He knew he was ready to go.  We knew he was ready to go.  

My boys and I said our goodbyes and my dear husband lifted him in the car and drove to the vet.  I watched the car drive away and knew that was the last time I would see him.  I couldn't see him because the rear window was too dark to see him.  He was probably laying down in the back anyway.  

An hour and fifteen minutes later my husband arrived back home.  The boys and I saw the car pull back in and I tried my hardest to look in the back just in the off hope that the vet was able to do something.  I was fooling myself.  

The boys and I huddled in the laundry room by the garage door waiting for my husband to walk in with or without our fur baby.  The boys heard his leash and got their hopes up for a second until I told them that their father had the leash when he went and would bring it back either way.  A second or so later my husband walked in and it was clear.  

My husband had been crying.  I've never seen him cry.  

We all cried together.  

I'm still crying.  

I'm Still Here!

Hello everyone!
I want to keep my WHHG posts separate from projects posts.  If you are interested in those kinds of things please check me out here: 

I also have a separate blog for my drawings.  A drawings depository of sorts.  

Sorry about being MIA lately.  I will be posting something here very soon, this weekend!

To keep you interested, here is something I drew awhile back.  Some of you may not have seen it unless you read this awesome blog - CHEESEBLARG

Down the Rabbit Hole

Feeling like I fell down a rabbit hole....
...or that I should click my heels together to wake from this dream.

One mile.  ONE mile north.  ONE mile NORTH of me.  That is how far my family and I were from the trajectory of the F-4 tornado that wreaked havoc on Friday, March 2nd, 2012.

Needless to say the last week has been hectic and full of emotions.  My high school is 3/4 of the way demolished.  My hometown is 1/2 way in ruins.  Many of my friends and family were affected and will be affected for many years to come.

Beyond that, I have to look at the positives.  I still have my family intact; my home is still standing with no damage.  I still have two working arms and two working legs that can be used to help clean up.  I still have a job and the ability to keep giving where it is needed.  The trees on my property are alive and standing tall.  They are not shards of wood barely left sticking out of the ground.

One mile south and this story could be so much different.  

Bless all who need so many blessings right now.  

Veggie Basil Pizza

Tonight is my Super Bowl. That's right, the Oscars. And just like the Super Bowl I always make the same food. For the Super Bowl I make Party Meatballs; for the Oscars I make Veggie Pizza. The Super Bowl is all about the guys and fattening food. The Oscars are all about the ladies and healthier food.

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I would love to tell you that everything that goes into this pizza is homemade, but I cannot lie and tell you that and I'll confess right now that I bought a store bought pizza crust and pizza sauce. However, if you are more inclined you can totally make this pizza with all homemade ingredients (crust and sauce) if that is your thing. Have at it and more power to you! 

  • Whole Wheat Pizza Crust  (I use Boboli) 
  • Pizza Sauce, 15 oz  (I use Muir Glen) 
  • Olive Oil 
  • Mozzarella Cheese (I use the pricier Mozzarella that comes in a square block) 
  • Spinach 
  • Tomato
  • Zucchini 
  • Green & Red Bell Pepper 
  • Red Onion 
  • Fresh Basil 

You can also add mushrooms for those who LOVE those things.  I don't.  
*scrunches nose*

Brush some olive oil on top of pizza crust. 

Pour and spread about 1/2 of a can of the pizza sauce. 

Mince up some fresh basil and sprinkle on top 

Lay down enough (washed & dried) spinach leaves on the sauce that you will have a couple pieces in each slice 

Next put on sliced onions, green & red bell peppers 

Put on the sliced tomatoes and zucchini 

Last cover with the mozzarella cheese. Enough so it'll cover the top once it melts

Bake in a 450 degree over for 10 minutes or until cheese is melted and starting to brown. 

Let cool for 5 minutes. 

Slice it up and enjoy!

I should also mention that today was (supposed to be) Happy NascOscar Day, because the Daytona 500 was also scheduled to happen.  

The Rain Nazi however said, "No race for you!".

Stinky Piggies

I'm practicing better techniques for computer drawing.  

Step one:  "How to draw a realistic metal tube". 

The drawing above took me two hours, TWO HOURS!  For that little drawing!  Doing things well takes time and patience.  I have a little time and zero patience.  I'll stick to my crude less realistic interpretations.  Like:


That black plume of smoke was the beginning of a stink cloud coming from the little piggy.  Eventually, I planned to insert other pictures in the back of the truck alongside the pig.  I got sidetracked.

The piggy drawing was inspired after I was driving and got stuck behind a tractor trailer that was hauling pigs.  While stuck behind it in rush hour traffic, I had time to ponder the animals journey to their death.  Eventually the stench shocked me out of my PETA stupor and I got the hell over and passed them while avoiding eye contact with those poor pork pooches as I passed by the truck.

In other news...

My dog, Steeler, turns ten years old this year.  To commemorate his birthday, I decided to put together a photo montage of him as a puppy.   Here it is:

Yes, that's right.  I have ONE PICTURE of him as a puppy, and that picture is actually a black/white printed copied from the web page picture that was posted from the seller.  I don't even have a puppy picture that I actually took by my own hand.  For shame!  What the hell was wrong with me?  

The only thing I can blame is that I had already had my two children and was in revolt on taking pictures.  I don't know.  Damn, this sucks.  Look how cute the little stinker was as a puppy.  I need more photos of him and it isn't too late.  He's still cute so I shall now go overboard with picture taking to try to lick my guilt wounds.  Here goes....

"Are you serious right now?"

"A freakin snowman bandana? What did I do to deserve this?"

"Maybe if I fake sleep she'll leave me alone.  Oh, who am I kidding."

QUESTION: Are you obsessed with taking a lot of pictures or are you lazy with it?  Or do you not own a camera and live in a remote part of Mongolia* where owning a camera is reason for imprisonment? 

(*I apologize to all Mongolians, I'm sure you allow your citizens freedom of picture snapping.  You are just the first country that popped into my brain.  By the way I love your beef dish.  Thanks)

PS.  I created an off shoot blog which will serve as a depository for my other drawings that don't really fit with the posts on my Hobo Blog.  If interested go check it out.  It is called "Canned Beans Gallery".  You can also find the link at the top of this page, in case you were wondering what "Beans" was.  I'll keep farting out pictures over there so check back. 

Strapless Backless Gown vs Gingham Handkerchief Tops

UPDATE:  My post below in no way mirrors my current thoughts of Honey Boo Boo and her family.  I think I was drunk when I wrote it.


Haters gonna hate. No matter.  A dolla makes me holla, honey boo boo child.

I know the show Toddlers & Tiaras is as wrong as can be, but I swear the little pageant girl, Alana, is my new hero.  Forget about ingesting speedballs when you can just have Go Go juice! I can not run to the grocery store fast enough to pick up my mountain dew and red bull.  If it is good enough for a six year old beauty queen, then damn it, it is all kinds of good enough for me.  I want to have Go Go Juice parties.  I want to serve Honey Boo Boo Cupcakes.  I want to buy all my supplies with COUPONS!  And, yes, I want everyone looking at my BELLEH!

Here she is.....

Have you all seen those new internet memes? I see them all the time on Pinterest. They are the "Reality vs Expectations" pictures. Whereby people find pictures of people verbing it in some manner and one of the pictures is considered expectation and the other reality. A complete collection can be found HERE

Well, here's one I made up about the female speaking voice, mine imparticular.

I rock my daisy dukes, ya'll.

The Difference Between a Man and Woman - Foreign Accents

Home Havens

When we moved into our home we gained more storage including a cute storage closet located under our finished basement stairs.  I thought about what to use it for - for months.  I didn't want to clutter it up with junk because it seemed to be a waste to do that.  The closet itself is actually quite roomy and cute.  The walls are painted a calming tan color and the carpet extends from the finished living area in the basement into this closet.

I nabbed the under stairs closet as my own.  Nothing was allowed in it and the closet remained empty for at least six months while I mulled over what to actually do with it.  

Many ideas came to me but I was limited in what I could with it because of the sloped ceilings. 

It was perfect for a themed room like:

The Alice in Wonderland Room

While cute, the Alice in Wonderland room really wouldn't serve any type of purpose.

After months, I finally got around to completing my woman cave:

My meditation room has been so relaxing for me.  I'm not an obsessive meditation guru or anything but it is nice to have a set aside location that is always there for one reason and one reason only - to get away from stress and just relax and clear my mind.

If meditating isn't your thing then how about these?...

Some proven places that lower stress for women:
The bathroom
The kitchen
Any restaurant that serves cheese and pasta and wine

Some other proven places that lower stress for men:
The man cave
The garage
Bass Pro Shop
Any restaurant that serves spicy meat and beer

QUESTION:  Is there a place where you like to go to relieve stress?

Farts & Crafts - Turtle Cupcake

Two for one post Sunday.

Behold....I got all food crafty!  It is a cereal turtle lounging on chocolate cupcake ground.  Cookie was a last minute addition.  Not sure what it is supposed to be.  

You'll need:
Cookie Crisp Cereal

Cocoa Crispies Cereal

Froot Loops Cereal
Chocolate Cupcake
(icing optional, but I highly recommend)

Chocolate Chip Cookie
(optional, but I highly recommend)

To assemble:

Put down a chocolate chip cookie as your base.  

Take a chocolate cupcake and cut off top.  You can put on some chocolate icing or leave plain (what I did).

On top of the cupcake, place one piece of Cookie Crisp Cereal.  That is the turtle body (obviously).

Next, from a Froot Loops Cereal box, find three green pieces. (note: you'll find some other colors that will be in your way on your hunt.  Eat them).

Take two of the pieces and cut them in half.  Those will be the turtle legs (duh).

The last piece will be the turtle head (herp derp).  

From the Cocoa Crispies box find a couple pieces that will fit inside the hole on each side of the Froot Loop. Those will be the eyes on the turtle head. (while sorting, you'll find some that are too big or too small.  Eat those).

Now, take each of the legs and push into the cupcake so they are leaning up against the turtle body.

Last, take the turtle head and push down into the cupcake to form the head. (kind of like an upright tire).

Difficulty - 
It's me we are talking about here.  As you know, I am not too advanced in the crafty department.

You will need milk to get the cupcake down if you don't have any icing on it.  Trust me.  I recommend using the chocolate icing. 

Here's my first review....

(Goodness gracious, how I love the zombie turtle boy).

I Just Start Drawing - River vs Sea Boxing Match

Here is another stream of consciousness drawing type thing where I start drawing and see where it leads me.  

All my stream of consciousness drawing posts turn out really, really, really weird.  I'm not surprised.  

This one I call:
River vs Sea Boxing Match
There is A LOT going on here

Click on picture to view a larger version of this picture

Your thoughts?

(Note - There are no wrong questions, there are no wrong answers, there are no wrong criticisms)

Crap that Irritates Me - Letter Case Usage

Weird crap irritates me, yet I am not bothered by things that irritate other people.  

Grammar, for example. 

  • people who type in lower case

I know those typing etiquette examples irritate most people but neither really bother me.  The first is accepted in casual online/email conversation.  As long as the person always capitalizes the letter "I" and keeps in apostrophes for contractions then all is good; otherwise that shit is irritating.

Also, people who use "loose" for "lose" should have to pay money to everyone who knows the correct usage.

The ALL CAPS situation can be debated.  Most people find it hard to read and consider it yelling.  I agree it is hard to read but I know the person isn't yelling.  

People who do this are just ignorant or don't listen.  Even if they have been told that they should not do it they don't understand what you mean or continue as before.  Just let them be and if it bothers you that much just unfollow/hide their shit.  In the case of email - delete.  In the case of email for work - forward to your boss and let him/her correct the person.  If you are the boss - fire them.  Otherwise, don't waste your time in continually trying to explain to them the ALL CAPS rule.  They will never change.

In essence, ignorance and laziness I understand. At least I can tag some sort of reason a person does those things. 

This next one does bother me:

  • People Who Like To Capitalize Every Word In Their Sentence.

Technically this is called "Start case" and is a type of case usage within a sentence structure.  Start case has a time and place in sentence structure.  Most of the time it is used for titling (that is spelled correctly; I looked)  books, movies, etc.  That is understood, but why would someone do it in an entire statement or paragraph?  What is the point?  People who do this have to exert extra effort and attention to capitalizing the first letter of every word of their sentence.  I don't understand the motive.  Do their pinky fingers have control issues?  Do they think everything they type is movie title worthy?

You may be thinking to yourself, "No one actually does this - she is making this shit up".  No, I am not.  Here is proof I'm telling the truth and such people do exist in this world:

This person is all kinds considerate and giving.  So much so, she gives out extra capitalization!

Something else that bugs me is when some people don't follow the flow of uppercase/lowercase.  For instance, when someone is typing in ALL CAPS but throws in a letter that is lowercase - or vice versa.  I see this happen mostly with the letter "L".  The problem with that is that "L" in certain fonts looks like the number one or a vertical separator line. 

Really?  What is this lady trying to tell everyone? Is she telling us that she (and some other invisible people; not present) have arrived at their residence?  This residence may or may not be located right there at that current location or somewhere else entirely (totally ambiguous).  

I take her for a simpleton.

I imagine this simpleton lady holding up another sign:

Now, last but not least, if you see someone who types like this....

RUN, MY GOD, RUN AWAY NOW!  The person is a crazy murdering psychopath and wants your skin as a prom dress and your hair as a corsage.

Hobo Style: Nautical Print, Plaid & Wicker

The Hobo Style outfit below was inspired from a picture of me when I was younger.  The title of the picture I call "Little Hobo Girl Pretends to Run Away".

All items are listed below the Polyvore collage.  I left off the wicker purse because it is a Hermes and Hobos can't afford Hermes handbags (lots o' h's).  I had a handbag that was better, but Polyvore doesn't allow Etsy clips.  Assholes.  I went ahead and posted that separately below all the other items.

Hobo Style - Sailor Vagabond

Disclaimer:  Repin this outfit on Pinterest if you must, but I don't want the website to crash with all the massive repinnings that will not occur.  

My childhood girly ensemble consisted of a sailor dress purchased by my mother, a scratchy coat with faux fur (also purchased by my mother), and ugly mother.  The wicker luggage piece is actually a suitcase for a doll I had; I actually still have that doll and the wicker basket suitcase.  I don't have the other pieces of blue patchwork luggage, which is quite a damn shame because they are all kinds of awesome and totally Hoboesque.

All in all I think the outfit came out very Hobo-like.  I can imagine a Hobo Girl finding all this stuff in a trash can and throwing it together then hopping a train on her journey to Schenectady.  This all can be yours for less than $320. That's a steal considering some celebrities pay a shit load more to look a hell of a lot worse.  Case in point.

Of course, nearly all items can also probably be found in a thrift store with a twenty you find lying in the gutter. 

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