Monthly Archives: January 2019
What we did today….
Next week is G’s 6 birthday. So we chose today as the day I would take her out to lunch for her 76th birthday.
She sang 76 trombones in the car and it’s been an ear worm ever since. LOL.
First I had to go for a blood test and make a stop at CVS. Then she wanted to go to Target.
A few days ago, I had her choose where to go for lunch and she decided on Applebees (one of our favorites). We had a great meal. As usual we both picked the same thing…LOL. We had the bourbon chicken and shrimp–delicious!
I was a stinker and slipped a note to our waitress that it was G’s Birthday, so they came out singing, and gave her a birthday shot (ice cream sundae in miniature.) I am sure she’ll get me back on my birthday in March. LOL She took it good humor. 🙂
From there we went to the farmers market where she got a few veggies and I picked up more cookies for The Curmudgeon and a kabocha squash to add to the pot of chicken soup I’m making tomorrow/today.
We found two dollars on the market floor, couldn’t find the owners, and bought a lottery ticket with it. Wouldn’t it be great to win big on that one?
Then we had to stop again at CVS because they had called The Curmudgeon to tell him his prescription was in and he called us at lunch.
Then we went home, by that time it was almost 4.
Sometimes you have to stop for their own good
Buying him that month at a shot pill case was a good idea at first but now his prescriptions are all out of sync with the case. But that’s not what this post is about.
My fingers were getting so sore opening those pill cases to fill them , that I finally told him I was done, and he needed to learn how to do it.
What if I weren’t around to do it for him? If he doesn’t know how to fill the cases, what pills he takes when, then me doing it for him is no big favor.
Oh, he whines, he bitches, he moans and groans…but he does them. He has to. I won’t. I’ll help him when it gets too frustrating or difficult for him but most times I just leave him to it.
He now knows exactly what he takes, the dosages, and the frequency. And my fingers are no longer sore from opening those stupid plastic pill cases.
The Curmudgeon’s birthday
It was yesterday.
He forgot it was his birthday.
G reminded him when she told him happy B-day over the phone.
I made sure he had dessert with his dinner. We don’t do much for our birthdays.
G and I take each other out to lunch for ours. LOL
I’m taking her out on Thursday.
She’ll take me out in March.
She barked at it…
Took Lucy out this morning to do her business, she peed, and I was waiting for her to poop when a large red helicopter began to hover overhead.
She kept sniffing around but then sat down, looked up at the spy in the sky, and barked at it.
She then looked at me and ran for the back door instead of doing her business.
I wonder what she said to the helicopter. Any ideas?
I swear I am losing my mind
In the kitchen, I think, “I should look that up.”
By the time I get to my computer…eight steps…I’ve forgotten what I wanted to look up.
Are you effing kidding me?
I retrace my steps in the hope that it stimulates me to remember…nope.
An open letter to healthcare workers
Dear healthcare workers,
I am a 64 year-old woman. I do not appreciate you calling me names like sweetie, honey, or anything other than my name. Even when I am older I won’t change my mind on this.
I am not your honey or your sweetie–we’ve most likely just met and probably under the worst of circumstances. I deserve respect and I do not consider pet names used by a total stranger a sign of respect.
If I am older than you and you haven’t asked me my name yet, M’am works fine.
If I have been a patient for a long time, Mrs. or Mz Hauser is appropriate.
Sincerely,
Me
Life with a giant 3 year old
Or Life with a man who has secondary progressive MS.
I never thought a person could possibly groan as much as he does every minute of every day. (Groaning not done when he thinks I am out of hearing range.)
The standard cry of “I can’t find it.” While turning in circles, a daily occurrence.
Constant whining.
Saying things like, “You’re supposed to swallow it not inhale it.” As he coughs, gags, and chokes at each meal.
Listening to a constant stream of gibberish as he mumbles away about some damned thing on TV. (I am reading a book or am on my computer and NOT interested.)
*sigh*
Not a bad day…
G and I went to the farmers market today. The Curmudgeon was out of his bar cookies so we for sure had to pick those up. First time around the market I told our lady at the dry fruit and more stand, we’d be back around and pick up his cookies then–she had them ready for us when we got back there.
I had a bag of onions from the grocery store that I had to throw away because they were too strong. I picked up some sweet red onions today.
Of course I’ve been hungry for a good grilled cheese so I picked up some smoked gouda to add to the white American he insists they have to be made of and mine will taste better than his. He doesn’t care for the Gouda in his.
Picked up a lovely breakfast pecan ring at one pastry stand and some sushi for my lunch at Mr. BeeLee’s stand.
Lucy the butterscotch addict
This is Lucy waiting for The Curmudgeon to come down from his nap so she can mooch his butterscotch off him.
Holy cow, someone set off a lemon bomb in my Amazon order!
Yep, you heard me right.
I had a large order from Amazon arrive today. When I opened the box it reeked of lemon. Not a light, soft lemon. A strong, chemical, headache producing lemon fragrance embalmed each item in the box.
Touching said items resulted in my hands smelling of lemon.
It was a case of HOLY CRAP THAT’S LEMON!
Fortunately an Amazon customer service person was very sweet and sympathetic. I returned all but the clothing items (they could be washed and were in plastic bags.)
I had Kamika in the giggles as I described the offensive package.
“Man, I opened the box and was punched in the nose by a lemon bomb. (giggle) Why would someone think it was okay to send it out like that? Holy crap. My entire downstairs now smells like we were invaded by the lemon drop kid in triplicate. You have to picture my dog taking one sniff of the box and running to hide in her crate. She’s still there with her head buried in her stinky blanket.”
Kamika expedited the return pick up and replacement. Like next day delivery even.
I probably wouldn’t have worried except most of the items in the box were edible items–vitamins etc.
10 points to Gryffindor–I mean Kamika!
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