August 8, 2005

• I feel terrible about being such a slug, slow, fat and lazy. not slimy and gross.  (No comment from the peanut section.)   But here it is anyway…the polite way to welcome new subscribers.

  
  

  Welcome to randumbness that is indigo.  And like I said sorry for the delay.  I’m pretty sure my middle name is procrastination and on my headstone it will say something along the lines of….scheduled for death Monday, but she was running late. 

  
  

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  Some of these fine bloggers I have known and read for a couple of years, some are new to me and I’m glad you found me so I could find you.  New friends are always welcome.

  
  

  Beginning randumbness…you were warned.

  
  

  Yesterday, Mike and I went to the post furniture store.  He was looking for a bed and I needed a microwave table.  Actually he needed more than a bed because he just moved into an unfurnished apartment and even though we all said we weren’t going to spend a lot of money furnishing a place for just three years we all have.  But I digress.

  
  

  We were trying out the computer chairs when who walks in but Chief.  He had just spent the last 18 hours being hopped from place to place trying to get from Kandahar, Afghanistan back to Germany.  We haven’t seen him for 5 months so it was a surprise to see him back.  He was looking for a bathroom when we ran into him and as we talked he mentioned he was only going to be here until Thursday and then he’s going home to Oklahoma permanetly.  Next thing I know, I hear the words “you can stay with us” coming out of my mouth.  Even as I was saying it my brain is screaming, “Oh God you should discuss this with Bear first”.  Chief was thrilled and immediatly said yes…..saves a week of gasthaus rent. 

  
  

  Mike and I both had left our cell phones at my place so I couldn’t call and let Bear know I was bringing home a big Indian, so I had to just hope for the best.  We get home and I ran thru the door cheerily calling out….”Honey, I brought home a house guest.”  He warily looks up from his book and then sees Chief behind me.  His face breaks out in a big grin and I knew then everything was going to be okay. 

  
  

  Why, oh why can’t I seem to find the pause button on my mouth so my brain can catch up.  That’s me though always bringing home strays and believe me when I say this, it doesn’t always work out this good.

  
  

  By the way not only does Chief have 30 years Aircraft experience he also has a masters in American history with a focus on the American Native Tribes.  Bear says that’s the reason we get along so well.  I like to think it’s because I attract intelligent people. 

  
  

  This morning it was 8 celsius.  For those of you who need conversion of the temperature kind that 46.4 degrees farenheit.  I’m starting to wonder if we are going to have a summer at all.  I wish, right now as I sit huddled under my blanket in my warmest pajamas, that I could split the temperature difference between us and Texas.  I hear it’s over 100 there.  We could add the two together and come out a cool 73 degrees both places.  Now that would be nice.  Mike has started calling me Nanette when we go out at night, cause I bundle up so heavy.  Nanette as in, the female version of Nanook of the North.  I admit that when I get cold it’s hard for me to warm up again, but really the abuse I am forced to put up with.  lol. 

  
  

  

  
  

  Bear and Nanette.  Since this was taken in late April I should have had a clue on things to come.  Like I said earlier, I’m a little slow sometimes. 

  
  

  Okay here’s some real randumbness for you.  File under  “Weird happenings at the house of indigo”.  We bought a Braun coffe pot about 5 months ago.  Very nice with a carafe like an insulated thermos so we could just bring the whole thing into the living room.  (portable caffeine ummm.)  Anyway, the other day Bear gets up has his coffee and goes off to work.  A couple hours later at a much more decent hour, I get up go in to make my coffee and find this. 

  
  

    Not laying on its side ready for me to take a picture.  It was sitting on the unit.  I assumed Bear had dropped it or banged it against something and then just forgot to leave a note.  When he got home from work I asked “what happened to the coffee pot?”  By his blank look I knew he didn’t have a clue what I was talking about.  So I showed him and we’re still puzzling over that one.  Weird huh?

  
  

  Take some time today to be the one to say I love you.  Or I appreciate you.  Or I’m glad your my friend.  Unless you just can’t stand’em and then say, “Skeev off!”    

  
  

   

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