Monthly Archives: January 2015
The weather outside is frightful…
So we had a day of rain with a temperature of 32 degrees. That means everything became coated with ice.
Then the temperature rose to 34 degrees but that didn’t help much.
There were over 300 accidents with a few fatalities and many injuries. The salting and brining done on the roadways did no good because the rain rinsed it off.
When I last took the dogs out we had thick fog, thick enough that I couldn’t see our back fence from the porch. The yard and sidewalks sported a coating of ice, albeit a thin layer that once the dogs got off the cement they were able to walk without slipping.
I’d say this winter counts as a seven on the scale of weird weather.
I hope later today that the sun comes out and we warm up to where the ground dries a bit.
This is how Lucy spent most of the day.
I iz in deep doodoo
Daddy says the innocent look will not sabe me. I iz in berry berry deep doodoo. I twied to tellz him it waz one ob doze ebil kittehs but he did not beleeb me.
He sed dat no ebil kittehs could get in my cwate while I wabs sweeping an essplode my bed unner me.
Do youze beweevs me? I did not splode my soft soft bed in my cwate. I did not turn my cwate into a pile of foamy rubber, scwaps of materwial, an hairy stuffs.
Momma sez she wishes she had taken a picture ob da mess. I iz out a soft beddie and she sez I don’t get anudder one until da order comes fwom da Petco. She sez da new one won’t be anywhere near as luxyurious as my sploded, fancy one.
Doggone dat army ob ebil kittehs.
Duz dis wook wike da face ob a bed kilwer?
Picture Friday
Started off on my lap.
I had to get up and came back to this…
and this…
this…
this…
and this.
Happy Birthday Curmudgeon!
It’s The Curmudgeon’s 62nd birthday! Happy Birthday Dear!
Happy Burfday Daddy!
Happy Burfday Daddy!
Cheers to the good people
After the bitching and moaning about my broken porch yesterday I felt that today needed something more upbeat.
We have an amazing mailman. Yes, I said that. For the second time the sweet man helped me unload groceries from my car. Unasked. He just appeared at my side, pulled bags out of the car, and set them on my porch, braving the crumbling stairs.
Yes, I profusely thanked him. It saved me so much time and effort that I almost cried from his kindness.
Don’t tell me there aren’t good people out there in the world. Even though I have seen the dark side too often, I know better. There are many good people out there.
I lift my glass to all the good people out there.
Falling to pieces.
Yesterday was such a cold and damp day I thought I’d never feel warm.
I think the cold and sunny day we’re supposed to have today needs some lamb curry for dinner to warm us to the bones.
I suppose I must go grocery shopping too. Not going to be easy to carry them in.
Why? Because after the freezing rain yesterday my bottom step on the front porch fell apart. Yes. Fell. Apart. Crumbled to ruins.
As if we don’t have enough in the way of expenses. Now I have to figure out how to make it through the rest of the winter with crumbling, falling to pieces, porch steps.
So where is my lottery win? I sure do need it to make home repairs or, if I were to win enough, move to a new home that doesn’t need any repairs.
See all those cracks? That is now all crumbled away. Broken. Off. A complete cluster fuck of mess.
I was going to go shopping but…
First of all I hate to do any sort of shopping. Second, I NEED to go grocery shopping. The cupboards are almost bare. I should go today but the forecast is calling for a mixed bag of weather, rain, sleet, and snow.
I think the shopping can wait a day when the forecast is for cold but sunny weather. I hate driving in bad weather because I love my van and there are too many idiots out there that forget how to drive when the weather gets bad.
The bad weather has already begun.
Feeling good.
I didn’t put on sweat pants and a soft T-shirt today. I actually dressed in my overalls. I felt and looked more like a human.
The Curmudgeon has still not reached ‘human level’ as yet. He’s still hacking and moaning. Maybe next week.
I know on Monday I’ll have to go to grocery shopping. Our basic supplies are almost depleted after two weeks of us being sick.
It will be nice to get out of the house for a while. I’ve been going stir crazy. I think I’ll talk G into letting me take her out for her birthday lunch early. It’s a couple of weeks until her birthday gets here. We always enjoy going out to lunch.
My dear friend G
No end in sight…the case of the endless creeping crud
I ventured out of the house yesterday. Someone had to pick up my prescription and other pharmacy items and The Curmudgeon is still about two days behind me in this weird creeping crud.
Seems you think you have it licked and another different symptom hits you. Hard. Yep, that’s me.
Not a good night. I hope The Curmudgeon skips this part.
And you think it’s bad when the kids are bored…
It’s too cold to go outside. Try having bored dogs. Kids you can find something for them to do to amuse themselves. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can send kids off on new adventures with the turn of a book’s page. Dogs can’t read. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can hand a kid a TV remote, a board game, an electronic game, or a computer. Dogs don’t have thumbs, they can’t use controllers. Dogs want you to amuse them.
My arms are ready to fall off from throwing various toys all day. The Curmudgeon is also exhausted.
And here comes Lucy with another idea of what we need to play with. Dogs want you to amuse them. Good thing they are so cute and we love them so much.
Wow, did you see what happened when I dropped my tennis ball down the stairs? Did ya? Did ya?
Where’s my lottery win?
12 degrees. I would head for the tropics if I could. Lottery win where art thou?
I do not like this cold at all. No, I am not now nor will I ever be looking for a home in Texas.
I’d live in Minnesota before I’d consider ever going back to the lone star state.
My Dad died there, my sister Mary died there, my Mother died there, and my older sister and her demon spawn betrayed me there.
I would consider Atlantic coast areas, the Florida keys, Hawaii, and a few other places. Sigh.
As much as I love Pennsylvania, I find I no longer can handle the cold.
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