Category Archives: Misc
A minute to myself
That’s all I ask.
Even better would be a space of my own.
A little space all my own where no one can come in uninvited.
A desk, a comfy chair, bookcases, a good reading lamp, and a strong lock on the door.
An escape pod if you will.
If I ever say…
If I ever say, I am going grocery shopping on a Monday…Stop me. Remind me I swore to never do it again. Never, I repeat, NEVER have I seen the store that crowded and so many long lines at the registers and all registers were open. Even the self serve registers had long lines. Worse thing is the parking lot looked almost freaking empty. Looks are deceiving.
If I ever say, I’ll remember that…Hand me a pen an make me write it down because there’s no way I’ll remember it. Tell me something and five minutes later it has fled my brain.
If I ever say, I don’t need any help…Don’t you believe it. I can always use some help. I am overwhelmed and under staffed.
Today’s Tee shirt
Just get along.
It truly is a wonder that we haven’t blown this earth of ours to bits.:
I play an online game and I see so many people taking quick offense that it shocks me to my marrow that we are still here.
It’s only a game and yet some people act like it is of vital importance.
No people, it isn’t. It is a distraction, a game, a lark. It is no more important than a dust mote in the sun.
Step back and breathe.
Ever try to catch up on sleep?
I have.
It never works.
Seems that each time I try to take a nap, someone, some dog, the phone, the doorbell, something… conspires to prevent that lapse into REM sleep.
Once that happens I can’t go there. Wide awake I cuss out the world.
I should sleep so well.
Scheduled to death again
I no longer have a life.
Nope, I have a schedule.
My life is ruled by appointments.
Take this month, not only do I have a couple of appointments, but so does The Curmudgeon–3 in one week alone.
Lucy also has one to get her teeth cleaned, which means two trips to the vet’s office one to drop her off in the morning and one to pick her up in the afternoon.
Gone for the day
On the calmer side today.
I had a dentist appointment and told him if he had any trouble while I was gone he should call 911.
You see my dentist is a periodontist and my appointments average out, at the very least, an hour-long.
Comments were made on my Technicolor hands and chin. Jokes were told about them on my part.
I climb in my car to go home and a message flashed up on my dashboard. “your key fob battery is low.”
Crap…I don’t even know how to open the danged thing. Tried Advance auto parts for a new battery and they couldn’t open my key fob.
Decided to go to my car dealer and let them help out. Best idea I could have had.
I love Rothrock’s everyone is so sweet there and they treat you like royalty even for something so small as a key fob battery. They not only sold me a new battery, but they put it in for me.
Rough day…
So glad I have good neighbors next door.
After having to call 911 once to get The Curmudgeon up from the floor and into his bed, I was desperate for help when he, once again, was on the floor.
I banged on the door next door hoping to get someone…The boys and S weren’t home. I was just about ready to call 911 again when V arrived at my door. She’s stronger than I am and soon had The Curmudgeon back in his bed.
Don’t know what I would do without them.
Happy Birthday to our Gavin…Born 15 years ago this day.
Day 2 after the fall
Sore?
Oh yeah.
Every single inch of me is sore.
Once you hit a certain age, making a hard landing on to the pavement is much worse.
Parts of me are this color.
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