Sounds Like A Case Of The Moo-ndays

After a delicious Easter meal over at Gerard and Meghan’s house on Sunday afternoon, I managed to get to bed around 12am, Moo-nday morning (caught ATHF Sunday night then crashed). On the flip side, I woke, looked at my clock, which read 7:17 am, and rolled out of bed. Upon entering my den, Luke, as usual, was up and looking at me (Beaux, of course, was still sleeping). The rest of morning went as it normally does (turn on laptop, feed dogs, get back on laptop, let dogs back inside, head to gym, do cardio, get back home, check laptop, take vitamins, drink a scottysnack, take shower, then get back to work). Once I completed my Wallhogs blog post, I preheated the oven and ate some Blackened Redfish with some pineapple and watermelon about 30 minutes later. I then sat back down, continued with my work, promoting ScottPot, Wallhogs and, now, also Connected Internet.

As I was searching the web, trying to link build and attract more and more readers, my door bell rings. I figured it was one of them damn solicitors (because that type of door to door crap happens all the time in Vegas, or so I am learning) so I made it to the door, peered through the peep hole and opened up. Sure enough, like the rest of them (except, of course for that one time when it was that Las Vegas SOS man!), this young lad was trying to push something on me that I definitely did not have time nor energy to hear about. I told him that I was busy and I did not have time.

Later on that day, my door bell rings with an immediate knock, knock, knock. Damn! It’s the kids from down the street who came by for the first time a week before and asked if they could play with my dogs. (Play with my dogs? These kids did not even know me, I am a total stranger and they knock on my door and ask to play with my dogs. WTF? Where are your parents? I can not take on the responsibilities that come with watching kids and my dogs. I am trying to work and do my own thing. But, regardless, when they came the first time, last week, I made the mistake of answering the door and was forced to tell them that the dogs were sleeping. Again, I was in the middle of something but, even if I wasn’t, I am not trying to watch some kids (especially kids that I don’t even know). I am a simple person, I work, hang with my dogs (and Joy when she’s here) and my friends and pay my bills. I ain’t Mr Rogers so this ain’t no, would like to be my neighbor type house. Two hours after I closed the door, my door bell rings and knocking follows. I ignored it. Couple seconds later, more knocking!! These little persistent bastards knocked loudly like 3-4 more times before leaving.)

So, where was I? Oh, yeah, back to Moo-nday’s second visitor to my doorstep….So, I peered though my peep hole and, sure enough, it was the damn kids from who knows where. I ignored them and went back to my work on the couch with my laptop. At approximately 6pm, I am now officially ready for a break. I stand, stretch and get ready for the park. The dogs, as usual, get excited when I ask them if they want to go bye-bye and we head for the garage. Once I open the garage door and walk to the back of my car, I see petals all over my lawn. My roses!! I walk to my sidewalk, see some roses missing and then discover a broken rose branch laying on my lawn. At first, I was pissed. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like to hug trees or anything but, come on, I had some beautiful roses and some inconsiderate bastard(s) destroy(s) a bunch of them (I am willing to bet it was the kids but, you never know).

Oh well, all good, life goes on; I head to the park, get home afterwards and head to my mailbox. And, what do you know, it has been 6 days exactly and I am now, officially, in on the Moo-vement! I went inside, opened the package and saw my little Moo cards. I love them! Time to share BIG. Stay tuned. ScottPot, Sounds like a case of the Moo-ndays, if you ask me. Despite the annoyances at my door step and the perpetrator(s) in my rose garden, all in all, once again, I got to say it was a good day.

Moo…. Moo… We’re here!

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