I Feel a Two Post Sunday Coming On

Okay, I have a couple of early morning rants so I must be feeling better.

One is the fact that now one has to type in not one but TWO nonsensical words on Blogger when one is trying to post a comment on some blogs.  The funny thing is, I am sure I have misspelled several of those words, and the comment is accepted anyway.  I mean, c'mon, Blogger!

Another comment problem.... even though I am signed in to our own blog, I will come across the odd blog where, when I try to comment,  it will tell me to sign in with Google Friend Connect, Yahoo, Facebook, etc..  Then, when I press "Google Friend Connect" absolutely nothing happens.  Does this happen to others?  I have found several very nice blogs lately that I wanted to encourage and tell them how much I enjoyed their posts... but could not. 

Totally off this subject... and sorry, if I'm offending anyone... but honestly... was Whitney Houston a national heroine?

As you might imagine, there have been a lot of Hall's Mentho-Lyptus cough drops consumed here this week.  I really would rather not have a cough drop that lectured me, despite the fact they are so soothing to the sore throat.  Their wrappers contain sayings such as "Keep your chin up", "Dust off and get up", and "You got it in you".  Maybe the fact that I was supine and suffering aggravated me the most.

And non-rant-wise, I'm going to try to get caught up on blog-reading today since I'm still not top shelf yet (nor is Keith).  We are also finalizing gardening plans, and hope to have Chris up next weekend to help get all the beds ready.  We are expecting some rain here this week, and some cooler temps.  If Keith is up to it later... and we are not sure he will be... he is going to try version two of the hoop-structure plan to see if it works.  More about that in a separate post.

We received a wonderful Hallmark card from our friends Theresa and Don after we lost little Hannah.  I wanted to type out the sentiment here (I hope Hallmark will not sue me) because it was so wonderful, and because I hope it will help friends like Vickie, who has so recently lost her own best dog friend...

"They will not go quietly,

the dogs who've shared our lives.

In subtle ways they let us know

their spirit still survives.

Old habits still can make us

think we hear them at the door

Or step back when we drop a

tasty morsel on the floor."

She didn't know north from south at this point, but oh, how I miss her warm little body at my feet as I type.