Not to say we are playing bad cop good cop, but...!
Hubby called a national company that services our waste in our county and he got a very different attitude than I got.
He got an attitude... whenever they get here to pick up the gardening waste that was supposed to be picked up Wednesday, and when I called I was told they would be here this morning! And even that their representative said that she would get into the truck and do it herself if she could!
And on Hubby's call... all of sudden they asked Hubby his phone number that they never did before and he gave it when they said it was policy and basically indicated they could not move on with the conversation without it... even though they had our address and caller ID, most likely!
I told the woman when asked for our phone number that I rather not give it, and she said that was fine.
Oh, and our street address has an NE, northeast, in some noted areas, but not on our street sign and mail comes to us without using that! I tell people it's unnecessary, but Hubby does too, and they insisted that they needed it. Even though he requested it to be removed the last time he spoke with them days ago...I was just asked our address and made sure I did not use it and this woman did not even mention it!
Baffled.
You see, it has been happening too often these days...
We will see what we will see if they do pick it up today!
Moving on...
To a very mini-project that try as might I could not find any before pictures of this particular item.
Well, originally it was brown painted to look like wicker and purchased for under two dollars at a Punta Gorda street flea market years ago!
I did not like the look so I took my acrylics to it and painted it a very loud orange poppy color with gold flecks!
As I look around my home these days besides giving off a cottage-coastal vibe I began wondering why I ever painted it that color, when my theme of blue tones, and now greens too have been more my decor thing! After all aren't they the color of the water and sky?
So, any-who, yesterday, I stared too long at that one lone mirror that had been literally put on a wall by itself without any other artwork or mirrors to support its bold statement.
And so, although, it has held its own for many years, I felt I would like to, without controversy, change its look to a more of a political statement than one would get!
SO BLUE AND GOLD IT IS!!!
And here is the finished product, that I might also add fits in loverly with our decor! Oh, did I mention we also, we, meaning Hubby, turned it for me sideways at eye level, instead of up and down! A new statement of neutrality but in a democratic leanings way! LOL
Moving on again!
The planter pots have been put back as of yesterday, thanks, Hubby!
See, blue again... with wandering Jew plants circling the snake ones, love those blues!
With yellow and white gives a nice POP of color, don't you think?
And lastly...Our morning sunrise...!
And so we must go, for now ...
I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me, in the crate at the adoption site, that day, what she thought I should be named. And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.
Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020.
I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?
The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!
Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!
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