However, it’s that or listen to the constant boom, boom, rattle of my nasty neighbor’s music.

The Curmudgeon calls the police, they do nothing. The worst thing is hearing The Curmudgeon whine about it all the time.

Not only do I have the stress of unwanted noise but I have to listen to him too.

I can’t concentrate on anything. I’m tired of being stressed out and unhappy all the time.

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Please don’t.

Yeah, I know you think they are so cute and all but…

You don’t live here, you just come here and feed them.

It’s not your tomatoes or your eggplants they ruin.

They don’t chew through your garbage can lids and scatter your garbage everywhere.

They don’t drop garbage they scavenge (chicken and pork bones) in your yard for your dogs to get hold of, nope, but we have to watch our dogs every second because you feed the squirrels.

Yes, it is your fault.

You see because you feed them all winter and summer they breed like crazy and neither they nor their young move on to greener pastures. No, they hang around here and cause mass destruction.

They’ve chewed all the wiring on our outdoor lights and the neighbors’ lighting. After about the fourth ruined set of lights here, I quit buying more.

We no longer sit outside because they’ve ruined our yard furniture. And because of all the holes they dug in the yard, The Curmudgeon doesn’t get to enjoy his mobility cart much.

So the next time you plan to feed the squirrels…please make other plans and leave them be, they don’t need your help.

They are more like this

Than this

More like this

Than this

Yeah, mostly it’s been shut off. LOL!

To say that I am not a phone person, is saying it mildly.

I made sure I had it fully charged.

Had the alarm set for 10 a.m. to try it out. (Unfortunately I was up long before it went off, compliments of Lucy.) It did surprise The Curmudgeon when it went off and I was outside with Gavin. Hehehe. He had no idea how to turn it off and being a smart man did not touch the phone.

Yeah, he knew better than to touch my phone after the great computer screw up.

So now I have a new cell phone, an LG Rebel LTE.

I guess this means I have another time suck in my life. Or at least I have had one all day and half the night as I set things up the way I wanted.

Not being a fool I had the kid that sold me my phone and network get everything up and running before I left the store.

Next stop was to take G and I out to lunch at a local diner. Best Gyros ever!

Then we went to my car dealer where they linked my phone to the car’s Bluetooth connection. Like I said, I’m no fool.

Once home, I spent a few hours getting to know my phone and the few apps it has on it for now. I’ll get around to adding more later.

I even loaded my music on it.

Yep, I am treating it the same way I have all my computers from the old Commodore on. I am exploring everything and learning all about my new companion.

I hate having a cell phone. I do not want to be connected to the world 24/7. Which means, unless I need it, it won’t be turned on.

It’s paid for a year ahead. Even caught the phone at half price on sale.

Maybe that’s why I had all that trouble buying one before. I wasn’t meant to have it until I could get it cheap. LOL!

It does take nice pictures…

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I can’t help it.

When the show is on, I drop everything to watch it.

Had someone taken the time to nurture my interests in science and computers when I was a teen instead of not allowing me to take the classes I wanted to take, things may have been a lot different for me.

As it is, I taught myself to use computers, and my interest in animatronics and robotics might surprise people one day.

Battlebots Gavin style. A young Gavin vs RC car

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Gavin grin

Sleeping Lucy

I still don’t have a cell phone.

There are several reasons why I don’t have one and maybe two reasons why I need one.

I really don’t want to be connected 24/7.

I have always hated being on the phone after working in offices where you had to deal with them constantly.

I think people are rude when they are always on their phones and not actually with the people they are with.

When in the company of others, turn off your phone.

People need to get used to not spending every minute of every day on the phone. They need to pick their heads up and see the world around them.

Be aware of their surroundings.

You could miss something beyond amazing and never know it.

I need a phone because of The Curmudgeon’s health.

I need a phone because there are no more public phones and I have no way to get help if I break down somewhere.

I have made several attempts to get a phone. I failed each time for various reasons.

Here’s your chance…sell me a phone and a cell phone company.

Eyes slamming shut.

Head falling toward the keyboard.

Signs I am in need of sleep.

However, once I manage to curl up on the couch, I am then wide awake.

Will I ever have a normal sleep pattern again?

Wish I could sleep like she does.

I’ve cut back to twice a day and I find it refreshing. I find that I don’t miss spending time on Face book.

Although, it still hasn’t helped me get more things done around here, it has knocked down my stress levels a bit.

It’s amazing how easily one can get hooked on a social media.

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The Curmudgeon had to get his truck over for inspection.

I couldn’t go along because our Five star Home Foods guy was coming to take our order at the same time.

Thank goodness for G. She followed him over and brought him home.

Thank goodness for his ice vest too, it kept him cool in this brutal heat.

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Finally took all the stuff over to get framed.

Had to bring some of it back home to wait for a later date.

Yep, it isn’t cheap to get a bunch of things framed right.

I’m down to having 5 prints and two cloth items still needing frames. I hope to do that soon.

I will have four prints and a Heather Galler original all framed and home by mid-week next week. Can’t wait!

Heather Galler original painting of Patty

Three Heather Galler prints

Tea poster

Yeah, we went to Saint Luke’s Hospital West for The Curmudgeon to get a battery of blood tests he’d forgotten to get done.

Then we stopped at Red Robin’s for lunch. Oh, that was pleasant…The Curmudgeon griped through the entire lunch.

I should have gone out for a nice dinner with G instead. I would have had more fun.

43 years. You don’t get that for murder in this state.