Monthly Archives: September 2014
I couldn’t have said it better.
On the question of being childless I always respond that we just weren’t meant to have them. Some very selfish people have kids so to me that means I have proof that us being without children does not mean we are selfish.
We have dogs. 
I read this article today. I love it!
http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/08/25-famous-women-on-childlessness.html?mid=facebook_nymag
If a vacuum no longer sucks is it still called a vacuum?
So after my Garry Vacuum blew the hell up the other day, I had to start looking for a replacement. Opinions abounded as to which one I should buy.
I researched and hunted through all names, brands and types. My criterion was we have two short-haired dogs who shed a lot, some rugs, stairs, and plenty of bare floors.
I have a husband who is careless about things that fall on the floor so the vacuum also needed to be tough.
My friend E had a young man do some research for me too.
Seems we both came to the same conclusion as to what vacuum would be most suitable. Although I am not happy with bagless vacuums, it looks as though the Shark Navigator Lift-Away Professional Upright is what we will get.
You all have a good one!
Ring around da rosy….
Da Mumma must hab thought she was playing ring around da rosy yesterday. She falled down hard. Her has skinned knees and big bruises. She won’t let us jump on her lap or walk into her knees likez we always does. Daddy sez she has an emu’s egg on her leggy. I checked but I can’tz finds it. I think he’s funning us. Da Mumma sez she’z glad she didn’t hitted her chin or nose on the concrete. I couldn’t find the hamburgerz she said she had on her hands eeder, now I iz hungreez.
Anudder day ob da yard sale
Wained aw day and Da Mumma has to do it all ober again. She beez not happy. She sez dey habbed one people comez. Mumma beez bery tired and cwanky sowz I is gonna nappys on da couchy wiff her again.
Nighterz!
No post today..well, sort of.
I da pwincezz Lucyfurry cwaims dat da Mumma makes no post tonight, she needz a nappy wiff me so she can dues da yard sale tomowwow.
Whaz a yard sale?
Is flying a flag too much? Never!
I was saddened yesterday to see that only G and I had our flags flying in the entire neighborhood. Not only did I feel great sadness that the American flag wasn’t flying in front of every home, I felt embarrassed that these people would not remember such a life altering event with such a simple gesture.
I for one, will never forget. I will never forgive the abomination.
Before the yard sale
Frantic, yes, I am frantic. I only have until Friday night to decide what goes and drag it to the back porch so I can easily set it up in the yard Saturday morning.
I hate doing yard sales. If you are coming to this one, keep in mind that I will dicker on prices. However, do not expect to get the good stuff for next to nothing. I’d rather take it to Goodwill and have done with it.
If you arrive before 9 a.m., you will wait. If you come after 4, you’re too late. As I said before, I hate yard sales. Therefore, I do them my way.
We love these pups
Lucy and Gavin are still not out together all the time, we hope they will be one day. She gets a bit maniacal with him and that’s when he goes to his crate and gives me ‘the look’. He’s so sweet and takes her energy and abuse very well.
However, she exhausts him and once he’s in his crate it doesn’t take long for him to start snoring.
What a pair. I had them out in the yard together today and it’s a good thing I kept her on a leash. I think she would have thudded into him hard enough to break him.
Once he went inside, I let her loose and she bounded about the yard like a small, white deer.
In the meantime, The Curmudgeon said Gavin went directly to his crate and barked to have the door closed. He’s a nut.
This is the look you get right before he barks at you to close his door.
Whoohoo!
We had an absolutely scrumptious day yesterday! 72 degrees for the high and dropping down to 60 degrees over night. Couldn’t ask for nicer weather.
If only The Curmudgeon’s spine fractures weren’t so damned painful for him, I’m sure he’d be a lot happier. I miss the happy part of him.
Lucy was hell on wheels all day living up to her nickname of Lucifurry. Gavin had a ton of energy. However, once I sent them both to bed, all I’ve heard from the crates are snores.
I do wish I hadn’t spent the day doing indoor projects that needed doing because I could have done a lot outside. The fact that it looked as though it would rain any minute all day was all that kept me indoors.
Today looks about the same temperature wise. Time to drag out the recycling barrels and my clippers.
You all have a good one!
Lovely day
Hurrah, cooler weather! Just what The Curmudgeon needs to feel a bit better after several days of hot and humid misery.
We hit a high of 78 and a low of 63. Perfect.
Although his spinal injury on top of his MS does make walking around difficult, the cool drier air makes a big difference in how he feels in general.
I like that I can wear my overalls in comfort again. I can work in the yard and the mosquitoes can’t get at my skin so easily.
The pups love the cooler weather too. It even makes 12 year-old Gavin perky and energetic.
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