Washed Windows

Pressured washed the trailer last Monday.    (Well, you KNOW it wasn’t exactly me who did it.   But, if I paid for it…. anyway, it got done!)

Remember the old, moldy sides??

right side trailer central air unit

Right Side. Notice the central air unit!!

 

 

It looked hideous!!   (On a side note, my yellow roses are blooming now!!    So gorgeous!)

home grown yellow roses

My yellow roses! I didn’t know I could grow those! lol (Only because they were already here, and I haven’t had time to kill them yet!

So, now here is the newly washed, so pretty side!!

side of trailer, pressure washed

Freshly washed face!

Nice, no??

Next up, paint!!    3 guesses what color?  only the first 2 don’t count!   Lol!    (Even if this is your first time here, I know you can guess too!)

Only the stripes, and the trim tho, for now!    Bwahahaha, {evil genius laugh}   Oh yeah, and the cow spots.   Can’t forget the mailbox!

So, tune in next time, same purple channel, same purple time!     I just realized, how ironic is it, that the word purple, is green????

 

 

Poison Poinsettia

I confess: I’ve killed again.  <sigh>  I’m already a serial killer, somebody stop me before I become a mass murderer!  (I’m looking at you, dust bunnies.)

This time it wasn’t by dismemberment, (cow), or by smashing it to smithereens, ( elephant), burying it alive, (cat), or shooting it down, (butterflies).  [Poor things, they were considered so insignificant, they didn’t even rate their own post.  My hard heartedness has no bounds.  Do I even have a conscience??]

No, this time it was by starvation.  {I like to vary my methods to keep the thrill of killing fresh.  Nothing worse than a bored killer on the loose.}

Anyhoo, the poor poinsettia plant on the porch, FL room if you must, got it in the neck.   I just totally ignored it, every time I went in and out of the house.   Even though someone, Sweet Friend perhaps, suggested it could do with a drink of water.   Cruelly, I refused.   Even though I could hear faint cries of “Water, please, water!”   As I continued to ignore them, they grew fainter, and more faint.

dead poisoned poinsettia plant

 

I did however, stop PP from playing with the leaves.  Besides the fact that they are poisonous, there does need to be some kinda respect for the dead.

dead leaves from poisoned poinsettia

 

 

Poor poisoned Poinsettia, peace out.

Eliminated Elephant

Apparently I am just a horrible rancheranimal husbandzookeeper, person!   I keep killing all my animals!    First the cow, then the cat, now the elephant!  (But they were just clutter to me!!)

 

plaster elephant

Blissfully unaware of his fate.

 

 

Whoa, PETA!  Before you arrest me, they weren’t alive in the first place!   Whew!  Had to make that perfectly clear!!

All the real animals from Melinda’s Menagarie  are alive and well, to this day.   (Unless the gators got one of the birds last night.   But, we won’t think about that!)

It’s not my fault that I don’t like animals.  Mama didn’t either.   So, it’s her fault!!

Killing the cow was a deep impulse, driving me to do the dirty deed.   Might have been a mistake too, I’m always out of butter and milk now!

Killing the cat was an act of compassion.   Remember her broken leg?   That’s what you do with horses, right?   See, not my fault!  I had to do it for her sake!!

Killing the elephant just had to be done.  Deaths usually come in threes, so again, not my fault.

Besides looking hideous, he was suffering from osteoporosis!   Evidence:  how easily he shattered when hurled, placed softly into the trash can!

shattered elephant in trash

The poor elephant just went to pieces.

 

 

Poor old elephant, just thrown away with the trash.   Good riddance I say!

“Cat”astrophe

Oh dear, all you animal lovers are gonna be up in arms against me, for sure now.

I confess, I’ve killed another animal.

Yes, the poor cow was only the beginning of my murderous spree.  Then, I went on to shoot down butterflies.

 

My conscience smote me, so I did let the hummingbird live, and just re-homed it.  

hummingbird chime

The hummingbird- escaped with it’s life!

Miss Betty, next door, who is apparently running a hummingbird rescue, gladly took it in.

 

The cat

white plaster kitty

Poor cat, has NO idea what’s about to go “DOWN”. (Hint- it’s her.)

 

with the broken leg,

plaster cat with cut off paw

Not sure who amputated her paw- I’m not a vet, that’s for sure!

 

was the next  victim to catch my eye.   I put her “down”, but she’s too heavy for me to throw away in the trash bury properly .  So she is awaiting a kind gentleman to take pity on her, and lay her to rest.

ceramic cat laid down

Kitty Down!! Help!! She’s fallen and can’t get up!!

 

Calling all animal lovers!   I beg you to come rescue any remaining animals here on my homestead lot.   If you don’t, I’m warning you, they’ll ALL be dead and gone.

Update:  I started working out, so I was able to inter her myself.   What a lovely green “urn”.

cat , green m&m in trash

Kitty in her “urn” for burial. (Yeah, the Green M&M got it too. Remember, I told you they were “bad!”)

 

 

 

RIP White Kitty.

 

5 Photos, 5 Stories Challenge, part 3

I’m debating which pic to pick, aha- see what I did there??

I have so many, so, so many goofy pix of me.  You might say it’s my natural look!

Okay, I’ll just grab one and go.

Moooo

Me as a cow.           Moooo

(I can say that about myself, but don’t you try it, I’ll deck ya!)

Have you ever gone to Chik-fil-a on Cow Appreciation Day???  It’s a madhouse!  (See what I did there?  Catch the mad cow reference?  I kill myself.)  Everyone that dresses up in a cow costume gets free food.   They even provide free printables on their website!   It’s so much fun!

I know you probably wouldn’t have recognized me, without my purple shades giving away my disguise.  You can’t see the black spots all over my shirt, cuz the camera wasn’t panorama, therefore couldn’t capture me in all my bovine glory!  (Okay- no more fat jokes!!  We’re done.)

Those aren’t earrings, they’re my ears.  Yes, poor me, my ears hang low.  (And no, I didn’t try to tie them in a bow.)

Ask me how hard it was to eat through a cow’s snout! nose? Whatever it’s called.  Pretty hard!  But, the good news is, the paper tasted like chicken.

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