Category Archives: Misc
What a race! What a horse!
Yay for American Pharaoh! The 12th winner of the Triple Crown at Belmont Stakes! The first Triple Crown Winner in 37 years. Last triple crown winner was Affirmed in 1978.
And…it’s still not teeth
Took the Curmudgeon to the dentist office for another fitting of the new dentures. They don’t fit him right yet. We go back next week for another fitting. That will be fitting number five.
I hope it will also be the last one. I am rather tired of running him over there.
I know if they don’t fit him right, he won’t wear them, and we’ll have spent a fortune for some teeth to smile pretty in a jar.
He truly did need new dentures, the ones he wears are over thirty years old and quite dull.
From the ones he tried on today that were almost right, I do believe the new teeth will look good.
Now I have to go today…
I really did want to go grocery shopping yesterday, only because I wanted to get it over with. My list is long and I hate going.
However, my lack of sleep caused me to go upstairs to my bed as soon as The Curmudgeon came downstairs. And, well, I slept in. Almost three o’clock and pouring rain meant not going to the store. I refuse to have to deal with mommy and me time at the grocery store.
I am not a fan of kids running rampant and dodging in front of my cart, tripping me in the aisles, and being screaming meemies behind me in the check out.
I hate grocery shopping to begin with.
My enabler enabled me again
G and I went shopping yesterday after I got my haircut.
We shouldn’t have gone to Pier One where they had this on sale:
I’ve wanted one like this for many, many years. She and the clerk were both ‘go ahead and buy it–it’s on sale 25% off!’ This picture was taken of it on my kitchen table–yeah, I bought it.
Then we stopped at Lowes where I found this:
Another item I’ve been looking for for years…and it was super cheap.
Go ahead buy it!
I did.
Enabled again.
My cleaning fairy is gone…
Yay, rain. Well, sort of Yay. We needed it for the plants but I didn’t need it to make mud directly outside the back porch door.
You see, last night I scrubbed my kitchen floor.
I have two dogs and a husband who forgets to wipe his feet. Yet he always manages to step in all the mud. Yes, it’s like living with three three-year-old kids. What isn’t trashed, dirty, or sticky is what was just newly cleaned by me.
It never ends, it never gets easier, and I don’t have a maid to do it.
Sleep comes when it can.
I wish I could help but…
Donate now! Give to this and to that. Send us $$. Donate…donate…donate…
Charities calling constantly and we’re on the do not call list. Rescues begging for money for this dog and that one. Friends in need. My heart aches for all of them but we’re barely keeping our heads above water as it is.
We don’t go on vacations. We haven’t been on one in over three decades.
I pay our bills by who is threatening us the most. Between the cost of living and a very skimpy income, his medical bills alone are more than enough to break us.
Do you cry when you sit down to write out checks for bills? I do.
We have some expenses I pay before others that people might call frivolous but having someone mow our lawn and clear the snow in the winter keeps the city off our backs and me out of the hospital.
I wish I had billions of bucks and could help everyone, but we all know that’s never going to happen.
You all have a good one. I’m going to go do a bit of conjuring.
Can’t I sleep in yet?
I am not a morning person. I am not a morning person. I am not…you get the idea.
The dogs don’t.
I want to sleep in my bed.
I want to sleep in my bed my normal hours.
I hate sleeping on the couch.
I am not a morning person. I am not a morning person.
Bad neighbors
The wee hours of the morning and the idiots down the street have their music blasting so loud it vibrates our windows.
When did it become normal to have no respect for your neighbors?
I don’t care, I am not trying to sleep. However, I know of many people that live here who do not keep my weird hours and they do mind.
It’s a shame they have to resort to calling the police so they can get a good night’s sleep.
Yeah, those noisy neighbors are also a real pita during the daytime hours too. They are the ones who enjoy racing up and down the street on very loud and exhaust fume spewing not city street legal dirt bikes and ATVs.
Yes, they are the reason I so desperately want to move away from here.
Breakfast out
The dogs had me up early yesterday. Again. This time I couldn’t go back to sleep.
When The Curmudgeon came down, I suggested we go out to breakfast. He liked that idea, very unusual for him. He hasn’t liked to eat out for a long time.
I decided to call G and see if she wanted to join us. She did.
We had a delightful breakfast. The Curmudgeon had banana walnut pancakes. G and I both had creamed dried beef on toast with home fries. Yep, we did it again. Same menu choice,
I guess that was why I couldn’t go back to sleep. We were meant to go out.
Scheduled to death
So much running around this week taking The Curmudgeon hither and yon for appointments. I am exhausted and even with nothing scheduled for tomorrow, I have serious doubts anything I need to do around here will be done.
Next week is worse, I have two days where there isn’t something I have to run him to. However, one of those days is a holiday and the other, well, I have an appointment for a much-needed haircut and am accompanying G somewhere immediately afterwards…and yes, we will do lunch too.
I might sneak out early this morning after feeding the dogs and go fishing if the weather is nice enough. Shhhhhh. I need a break.
Cold, hot, cold, hot, cold …make up your freaking mind!
Cold weather again and will stay so until it jumps back into the 80s on Sunday. Not a good thing. All this up and down is driving everyone crazy.
Your body can’t get get used to the temperatures in preparation for summer’s heat.
The Curmudgeon suffers in the heat so at the first sign of it getting over the 80 degree mark, he turns on the AC.
Therefore I roast all winter and freeze all summer inside where I should be able to be the most comfortable.
Sleep Deprivation–not a good thing
With each day that passes I find I am getting less sleep than ever before. It is turning me into a person that I don’t like.
I am cranky, bitchy, mean-spirited, and temperamental.
There isn’t enough coffee in the world to improve my temperament.
I need a vacation.
I need to recharge.
I need a life that actually has some joy and laughter left in it.
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