I took a photo, not a pic this time!

Yesterday, I took the best photo I ever took in my life, and wanted to blog it, before my puter explodes, or I can no longer find it on the camera OR the puter, hehehe, we know that's a distinct possibility. This might never happen again.

If you are looking to the left of the garage door..there are 3 huge plants.
One- happens to be a pink wild rose, and I am THRILLED.
Two: looks like "Poison Something", I won't touch it with my bare hands.
Oh, the third. Is what I got a photo of. I don't know what it is yet, But I adore it. I have been Googling images til the friggin' cows come home. A bush that grows to my head height, 5'5' or more. With LOTS of prickers and a 5 petal white flower that smells DIVINE. EVERYone I have shown the pic to says it looks and sounds like a flowering crabapple, but it is a bush, not a tree. This bush is indigenous to my area, you can see it growing on roadsides. But something put it by my garage door. And I will trim it, but it is staying Right there:

I actually took that photo! NOW I'm batting one for one thousand :O) And if you know what it is, you'd better fess up, I don't like to cut plants back until I know them by their first name, at the very least ;o)

Team Gail was in the livingroom, and with digital camera and 5 different cell phones, we are trying to capture the exact shade of the Shacks new paint job. And NOTHING captured it. It was wild, I'd stand there looking at the wall, raise the camera and look at the screen,and see 2 different colors, one with my eyes, one thru the screen of the camera. It is a lovely mellow happy green with a white undertone to it, not yellow.

This was was my gift to Steve for the Shack, I couldn't bloggie it before, or it'd ruin the surprize. A set of 4 english pub glasses, with "The Shack" etched on em', here is one:

Today we pulled the trigger on the appliances, they are all coming next saturday, so I'll be the road runner and make Steve stay there. I'd rather drive than deal with deliveries like that. We're getting there, a little at a time. Oh, THAT's why I mentioned that, I thought my train of thought got derailed. Speaking of moving..... We got a call from our psychotic landlord yesterday morning.Telling us she had just heard about our buying a home, she was PROUD OF US, she read our letter and WE DID AN EXCELLENT JOB WRITING IT...yes, you wench,we are both college edumacated and sometimes, when the spirit moves us, we can actually speak english. You shoulda heard Boo go off on her, pretty funny :o) So, even at the end,- where I am TRYING to shut my yap and let the water flow, baby, let it flow ,or take the high road, let the river run, or any other appropriate phrase for ignoring ignorance,

[also, one of my sisters still lives next door,and any Wrath of Gail I visit upon the landlord will eventually find it's way next door]

that bitch is still needling, needling, trying to get a rise out of one or both of us. I think the best revenge is to never say a word to her. I told Steve, from now on I will check caller id BEFORE I pick up the phone, and if it is psycho calling, I will let the machine pick up.

June

1st: Dare Day

2nd: National Rocky Road Day

~We could learn a lot from crayons: some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colors ...but they all have to learn to live in the same box.~