When Wife Struck Husband With a Hammer, She Thought He Was an Extra-Terrestrial

You just can’t make this stuff up.

A woman who hit her husband on the head with a hammer said she thought he was an alien, police said Friday. While a motive is not clear, police said Gabrielle told authorities that “her husband was an alien and he was trying to kill her.”

During a search of the house, investigators found evidence of prescription medication.

It’s a scenario played out all too often in homes all over the world… man comes home from work, slithers the suction cupped tentacles out of his soft shell toward the missus and *bang*, everything goes black.

Now… who wants to be an alien for Halloween??

I made some banana pudding yesterday and since I take a picture of nearly every thing I do…

I was just at the Williams Sonoma website trying to find these glasses… not that I need any more, even though YsD did throw a couple out, along with half of one set of silverware and some plates… but when I bought them ohsomany years ago… probably 1993… they had a confusing name, as if they weren’t really for drinking at all, but a secret purpose only real chefs knew about. That excludes me, of course.

But I got instantly lost in a sea of cooking utensils, drug under the waves of baking pans to suffocate amongst the dregs of glassware. Dodging pop up ads for laughlin hotels, I turned to internet search and had less luck there.

Could they simply be jam jars? Looks like it, though I think I’d rather the mystique of a foreign word calling to mind fields of pretty heather in lands I’ll never walk.

The banana pudding is all gone, by the way.

I don’t do Thursday 13 but this is sort of a Thursday potpourri…

→ Loved, loved, loved last night’s episode of Bones showcasing the evils of dog fighting, especially since they had Cesar Millan on the show; I’m a huge fan. Arthur thought he did really well and I opined that I wasn’t surprised, since he’s used to playing himself on tv. And yes, I cried. Like a baby with diaper rash I sobbed for those dogs. Gee, do you think they used Michael Vick as a template?

→ Upon returning home with my new Asics last week I looked online and found that the Lady Foot Locker dude had sold me shoes designed for overpronators. I don’t overpronate, but thought they felt so comfortable I could break them in to my feet. After walking a few times the consensus is… maybe, maybe not. Only time will tell but I’m going back to LFL to educate said dude. Part of the blame lies squarely on my shoulders, and the 135. purchase price is part of my penance. I knew I wanted the Nimbus and I should have gone to Fleet Feet instead of a mall store. That’s what I get for being in a hurry.

→ I’m currently eating an egg sandwich and drinking Odwalla Tropical Energy. Hell, I need something to pick me up; the morning walk sucked, I have a pain in my back and all I want to do is lie down and go to sleep.

→ Prayer going out for Foxy, an 11 year old Rottweiler friend of mine who has edema in three legs and is on her way to the vet as I type this.

→ Friend and blogger Tammi visited with us for a couple of days. I already love her, but it took about half a millisecond for Arthur and Bree to become her devotees as well. We’re all ready to see her again!
In truth, being around Tammi made me miss my best friend that much more.

→ Note to self: ask Santa for a PS2; after all, Christmas is only three months away.

See? There weren’t 13.

I have to use my old camera for sunsets, as the new one burns them so badly. I’ve tried nearly every combination but just can’t get a good one.

These were taken night before last, the evening Tammi came to visit.

I love this one.

Mood today is pensive. Thoughtful. Introspective. Saw a movie years ago -of course I can’t remember the name- and the theme was ‘there are signs everywhere’. That really speaks to me as I believe signs really are all around us. Sometimes they’re just exit signs.

It may look alien, but this is actually quite hopeful: new growth on the orchid I’d thought dead!

Let’s party! [Yeah, it doesn't take much for me...!]