Monthly Archives: August 2013
Some days you feel your age–it sort of smacks you in the face.
I met the doctor who would treat my husband and I for the next thirty-five years after The Curmudgeon had been going to him for a year or two. I had my family physician before then, who, after a family tragedy, quit his practice and sort of left his patients without a doctor.
Today my doctor’s son treated me. (I was in for my every three months check.) I swear this young doctor looks exactly like his father did when I started going to him. He even has his smile and laugh.
As I talked to his father while I was getting ready to leave, I could tell he was very proud of his son.
You all have a good one. And, if the young doctor is reading this, you did good kid.
The Doctor, by Sir Luke Fildes (1891) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Allee allee incomefree!
I spent an hour tearing the house apart to find the charger that goes to the new electric screwdriver I bought for The Curmudgeon back in December. He’s used the charger exactly once.
No luck finding it, so I went on Amazon (where I bought the screwdriver in the first place) and ordered him a new charger. This is not the first time I’ve had to do this with his stuff.
I swear I will one day find a huge stash of missing items. I feel as though I am in a game of hide and seek and I’m tired of being it.
You all have a good one.
Meyerheim: Three children playing “hide and seek” in a forest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mr Doofus cracks me up
Whenever we sit down to our dinner, the pups are in their crates. They’ve done this since they first arrived in our home. (I have enough chaos to contend with all the time, I want my meals chaos free.) Below is what Gavin does as soon as I sit down with my dinner.
Patty just flops down and stares at us. If her Daddy takes too long (I always finish first) Patty will begin a moaning campaign to speed him along. It’s a hoot.
Some days, when I haven’t had a single thing to laugh at, these two pups will find a way to make me giggle.
You all have a good one!
Oh, yes! I want it.
Oh, if only we’d hit the lottery for a big sum. I found a house I’d be calling the realtor about immediately.
It’s not a new home. It is older than I am…yes, that old! It has gorgeous hardwood floors, wonderful bones, and character. Another plus is that it has a fenced in yard for the pups.
It’s not a big home. No, there would be no McMansion for me. I have no need or desire for that. I want a place where The Curmudgeon’s care would be easier. Where climbing stairs for him is optional.
This house that I found has everything I want. Come on lottery win!!! I’d ‘sell’ this house to the next door neighbors for a minor sum, they could use the room.
You all have a good one!
Mcmansion north (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Really? Does anyone NEED a house like this?
Picture day.
My big brother is an idiot.
What are you waiting for? It’s nap time.
It’s nap time. Close door.
Ahem, I said it’s nap time.
He has no idea that his big butt is in the way.
You all have a good one!
The memories a simple dessert brought
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The Curmudgeon and I had Turkey Hill Deep Dark Chocolate ice cream for dessert. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Gramma would have loved this! Jinx!” Then we laughed.
To say my maternal grandmother was a chocoholic would be putting it mildly. Gramma loved all things chocolate. The darker and richer, the better. Gramma taught all of us the love of all things chocolate.
The Curmudgeon learned early on in our dating that to give my Gramma chocolate whenever possible was to make a friend for life. I think he fell in love with her about the third time they met.
His grandmother was an evil, nasty woman. So to meet my Gramma who welcomed him into our home with warmth and baked goods was an experience he took to heart.
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Do you know of someone who is looking for a trailer? Please check out this one on Craigs list.
http://allentown.craigslist.org/rvs/3971258227.html
This trailer is gently used and treated with love. The owner, my dear friend, needs to sell it.
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