Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Candy Random

My mom went to Cape Cod and all I got was this lousy…
 …wait a second, this is not lousy at all! I mean, I am usually about the rocks and shells when we go to the beach, but somehow neglect turtles!
Adorably delicious! 

And then at the other end of the delightfulness spectrum... 
 …caramel apple Twizzlers. Go home Twizzlers, you're drunk! Come back when you're feeling more like your cherry or strawberry self. Such a dark place that took me to. (As you can see, I had to eat the whole piece just to convince myself of what was happening with that too sweet caramel center that had violated the apple licorice.) Luckily I found something specifically for the occasion...
…at least I assumed that the "DARK" was indicative of the symptoms this would cure.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Fine collectible

These people in this house with their alleged "collectibles". Some of it is clutter I say, perhaps junk even. They have some nerve making comments about the things I find interesting to hang onto. Just a little autumn splendor tucked in my beard.
Another day, another leaf for my "collection". 
 I thought I could hide this one on my back paw, but these people are all over me! 
What do you collect? Photos of adorable shih-tzus? Allow me to complete the set. I look best in 8x10 glossy!

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Random greenery

Today seemed like a good day to try hiding out from whatever allergens are in the air. My nose, my nose! Not in a Marcia Brady kind of way, but rather an "oh my gosh that box of tissues is gone?" kind of way. Well now I am looking up at the title of this post and it just seems gross, as that was not the direction I was trying to head in. Although the direction my head is headed in is out of my nose, but in more of a…okay, seriously, let's stop this drivel (dripel?) right there.

Despite my best efforts, I could not miss the chance to share a piece of random, especially one so relevant to my hiding out. In fact, it was delivered right to me (because apparently, I am a terrible hider). Thanks to the Monkey in the Field for presenting…
What The Forest, indeed! I can see that every hunter needs this "no-rustle design" suit, but that doesn't make it any less funny to us. (See, I made sure to keep the post-it note in the photo, so as to prove it is not just me.) The junior shrubbery just reminds me of this though, and now I'm gone!

Friday, September 18, 2015

Hint, hint - pant, pant

This has been the fourth day of unseasonably warm weather here in a row. (pant, pant) In fact, I will go so far as to call it just plain HOT. (pant, pant) Did you know that my breed is the fourth most likely to overheat? It's true, I saw it on Facebook, so it has to be. This all leads me to one question…Why is there not an ice cream cone at the end of my tongue?!?!?!?!
Look at my form! What a waste...

Tuesday, September 15, 2015

My Fair Random

I burnt my arm last Tuesday. I didn't tell you about it because it was just a little pink, and I didn't want you to think I was a baby. Plus, I had all of that other fascinating random. Now, I must show you how that steamer burn progressed though...
Nice, right? Let's see what else I found on my camera...oh, the latest foodstuff to have an identity crisis...
...seriously, Candy Corn? Can't you just stay your crappy self? I mean there are people who enjoy you, and those of us who pretend to for purely festive reasons. Telling me these two flavors have real honey does not sweeten the deal at all. Well actually, it literally does sweeten the deal, but whatever. 
Speaking of sweet, I spent a few quality moments with this short dark and handsome before he disappeared.
But wait! What is this? I forgot to show you this year's trip to the Fair. Not just any fair...the New York State Fair. (Click here to see some pics from two years ago, or here for two years before that. We go every year, but were you really going to check out all of them? It's absolutely not that I am too lazy to find the links, but more that I value your time.) 
Here is the first thing we saw...
...groovy and a bit creepy, but certainly not corny...
That corn cob totally stole Mr. Peanut's monocle! Oh my gosh, my son came home for the holiday weekend!!! We had maple snow cones, which were perfect for the ninety degree day!

Check out this favorite of ours...
...he goes by the name Bandaloni (which I finally figured out this year - alone - get it? Yeah, you probably did!) He plays all of those instruments with some pulleys and such while singing as well. We caught I'm a Believer and Highway to Hell - Fantastic!
We made our annual pilgrimage to the dairy building. Got milk?

Of course there was the butter sculpture...OR SO WE THOUGHT! 
I saw a story last week showing the butter "sculptors" spreading butter over some pieces that were formed models, including a milk gallon jug! I was in a bit of a funk feeling a bit like I had seen Oz behind the curtain. Yep, I thought they sculpted everything each year out of butter. I was more dismayed to read that the butter is inedible in the end as well. Hmpf.
Perhaps the sand sculpture will cheer us up...

...I suppose that depends if you like sketchy-faced beaver shots! Let's get to what really got that boy to come home from college. I won't kid myself into thinking it was just to see me (or Foz). Here it is...
...go ahead, read it yourself as I refuse to type that out! His sister was kind enough to fan him a bit as he worked his way through the "sandwich".
Do you want to see it, the true splendor of it all?
The boy claims it was delicious!

There might have been a few more photos, but they will have to wait, as I believe you have enough to digest for now.

Stacy Uncorked

Friday, September 11, 2015

Humbled, he grumbled

Thanks to all of your kind comments and support. Fozzie's ego was getting a bit out of control, but then he saw this...
I had no choice but to tell him about the first Fozzie to capture my heart. He says he is up for some friendly competition, can you tell?
Wocka, wocka!

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

Random Reality Replay

My daughter is a high school sophomore today. Despite the fact that she was a high school freshman last year, the weight of those words never really registered. Our district houses teens in some funky way such that the freshmen do not spend their days in the hallowed halls of the big house high school. Instead the ninth graders are contained in the hormone infested junior high, along with the eighth graders. I swear you can feel the angst just driving past that place. 

This morning she was headed for that building that holds students until graduation. This is the real deal. Luckily, Foz decided he should go for a walk right around the same time his girl was heading out for her hike to the bus stop. Make no mistake, we were not walking her to the bus stop. I am not a rookie! (I just act like one at certain times of the year.) We planned to turn left at the corner when she turned right.

Me - Wow, so have fun today!
Her - (type, type, type)
Me - I love you.
Her - I love you too.
Me - I am so proud of you.
Foz - Abort, abort! Woman, you are dancing too close to the flame, now shut up already. Nobody is going to buy your alleged "allergy eyes" excuse!

Friday, September 4, 2015


…that's what I am!
Seriously, Foz, this is not a thing.
Oh, it's happening! Just look at me getting ready for my guest shot on "Between Two Ferns". 
Seems you could've found some better ferns.
You are just jealous. That phone will be ringing any second for me, so make sure you answer the calls from all of the weird area codes.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015


Apparently the fall raspberry season started a little early this year...
…which kind of put me in a jam…four, to be exact! 
Mixed Berry
Hot Pepper
and Fig (non-Newton variety).
You may be wondering how I can blame the raspberries for the last two jams? It was sort of a "If You Give a Mouse a Cookie" kind of thing. The canner was out, there were still more jars. Don't worry, I still had time to keep up my grand magazine purge! I found an even larger shelf that had been taken over.
2002? Still in the shrink wrap? That could probably get tossed…after I flip through, just very quickly. I mean I had to take the plastic off before the issue went in the recycle bin anyway.

So now the only tough decision is whether or not I want to get myself in a pickle!
(It might be easier to just get pickled.)

Stacy Uncorked