Monthly Archives: November 2013
Today’s schedule.
- Put on shorts and T-shirt.
- Carry a bunch of dog towels to the bathroom.
- Place new mat in bottom of new shower stall.
- Capture first dog.
- Drag struggling and protesting dog up 13 steps into the bathroom and close the door.
- Open new shower door, enter shower with dog.
- Wash struggling, protesting dog.
- Towel dry dog, immediately open bathroom door and release the dog into the wild.
- Capture second dog.
- Repeat steps 5 through 8.
- Strip down, take shower
- Clean shower.
- Collapse on couch.
- Have The Curmudgeon call for delivery of dinner.
You all have a good one!
Gavin isn’t going to be happy with me…
I finally managed to make an appointment for Gavin to see the vet. So many things have been going on here, he’s over due for one and is out of his allergy medication. He should feel a lot better after Tuesday. Poor thing, he has to go to the vet on his birthday.
Patty is also due to go in but I won’t take them together. Gavin is such a chicken chit that he makes Patty afraid to be there. We found this out after we tried taking them in together just once. Gavin is such a total wuss that he made Patty a nervous wreck before Dr. O got in the exam room to see them.
After that, I thought she’d never go there again without being afraid. Fortunately, since we never did that again, she’s regained her confidence and is now a happy camper at the vet’s again.
A visit with the vampires…
Went for my blood work yesterday. I do love the new St. Luke’s center they built to the west of town. It is so much easier to park and, since it is such a new place, no one goes there.
Two receptionists, two people ahead of me, I waited about two minutes to check in. I didn’t even have time to turn on my Kindle.
Once checked in at the main desk, I walked to lab just a few yards down the hall. No one in the waiting room, another two-minute wait, I was seated and having blood drawn.
I cracked the phlebotomist up as she took two tubes of blood out of me. Since the chair was so high, I began to swing my legs back and forth and told her I felt like a little kid in the chair. “Where’s my tray and snacks?”
No coffee?!!! Crap!
Anyone who knows me, knows that until I have my cup of coffee when I first get up, I am not there. Unfortunately, I should have skipped that coffee today.
I completely forgot that I can’t have any coffee before my blood test. Well, as I said, my brains don’t function without the coffee. It wasn’t until after I had a cup of coffee that I remembered I shouldn’t have had the coffee.
Therefore, my day screwed the pooch before it even started. Now the rest of my week is a day off on what I had planned. (Sigh) I should know better than to make any plans.
You all have a good one!
How old are you?
That is the question I hear from The Curmudgeon occasionally. Is it any wonder? I wear silly socks, play with toys, and spoil the crap out of our dogs.
Yes, I admit it. I still manage to collect a few Bull Terrier items from time to time. Who can resist a sledding bully? Yes, the tall one is a Pez dispenser, I am a Pez addict from way back.
I’ve been known to stick my tongue out at people. Frequently. I do skip on occasion. I will color outside the lines. I can still make a mean cushion and blanket fort, and whatever you do, do not turn off my cartoons.
You all have a good one.
The neurologist is pleased.
Took The Curmudgeon to his Neurologist appointment, the first one since he’s been on the Tecfidera, and she was tickled to see him come into the office with his cane instead of his walker.
She saw improvement in every test she did on him. I do believe she’s as excited about the results as we have been. She does agree with me that he should start working out with the weights on a regular basis to build up his muscle strength.
He goes back in four months, it would be wonderful to have even more improvement to show her.
You all have a good one!
Back away from the trash can…
While in the check out line at Bed Bath and Beyond, I glanced at a shelf in front of me and almost collapsed laughing.
G asked me what was so funny and I pointed to the garbage can that had the sensor that automatically opened the can for you.
“Could you picture that with my dogs?”
She giggled at the thought.
I about fell on the floor laughing. Finally, I gasped out, “OMG, they’d have the sensor worn out in less than a day and you’d find me sitting in a corner pulling my hair out while repeatedly mumbling ‘leave the trash can alone.'”
You all have a good one!
English: Bed Bath & Beyond (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Bad movie giggles
Really bad ‘spooky’ creature movies were the night’s treat. On a scale of 5 being the worst B movie you’ve ever seen and 1 being the best, these came in at 7.
They were good for giggles and many “oh, that person is going to die next” statements. Not surprising, each prediction of impending doom was correct.
The Curmudgeon asked, “How do you do that?”
“It’s easy. They so telegraph who is next on the dead list.” I replied.
Beast of the Bering Sea almost as bad as Sharknado soon to be followed by Stonado. OMG! **Giggle** Earlier, I LMFAO at giant crocodiles and piranha.
You all have a good one!
No! I am not the age it says on my birth certificate…am I?
There are days where I really feel my age. Today was one of those days. All I did was go grocery shopping–not a good day for it, the store was crowded with people who can’t move out of their own way.
By the time I got home, unloaded the car, put everything away, fed the dogs, and cooked dinner, I was ready for a nap.
I think I dozed off on the couch with Gavin around eight. I slept for an hour. Gavin enjoyed it and wanted me to snooze a bit longer. 😉 Silly pup.
Then there are days where I don’t feel any different from forty years ago when I was newly married.
You all have a good one!
And, we have a runner.
This blog isn’t going to write itself. Nope, although I wish it would, there’s no chance of it happening.
When I sat down at my desk to write, I saw my muse run out the door screaming, laughing, and pulling her hair out by the handfuls. About then, I knew the blog was in for some trouble.
If any of you happen to see a crazed, bald muse giggling in a corner somewhere, would you please send her home?
Remembering Mary
On this day in 1957, my baby sister came into this world. It was my parents anniversary and I was three years old.
Mary…Randolph AFB …1965?
Mary and Sadie
She always made me laugh.
The Curmudgeon’s favorite sister-in-law.
My best friend.
11/7/1957-4/13/2001
I love you
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