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Miscellaneous
Whew, going to be stinking hot here today. Good thing we already have the AC running. I don’t know what we’d do without the AC. The Curmudgeon wouldn’t be able to move at all without it. Told him if he goes outside he’d better wear his ice vest.
Why do people who are calling for charity donations get pissed off when I tell them we are on a do not call list? I’m not going to give to them anyway when they call me at 10:00 p.m. and are rude to me.
Lucy likes to watch Swamp People. Silly dog. “Choot ’em Lizabeth!”
Yes, there is good in the world
A little while back I posted a link that a couple of friends on Facebook had set up to get The Curmudgeon a mobility scooter. These are friends whom I have never met in person.
Most of the people who donated money to this I’ve never met.
This is why my heart is full and my eyes are leaking. I love this man and to have him feel so happy about being able to play with the dogs outside once again is a blessing.
The scooter gets here today between 11:00 a.m. and 1 p.m.
I don’t think he believes it yet. 🙂
When you start to think there is no good left in the world, talk to me. I know better.
You all have a good one.
There will be pictures when it gets here.
I hate grocery shopping but this time wasn’t so bad.
I needed to go grocery shopping, my list had grown overlong. I hate grocery shopping and put it off for as long as I can. Yesterday, was that time.
The Curmudgeon decided to come along so he could get a haircut at the salon next door to the grocery store while I shopped. A little over halfway through my shopping he appeared, driving an electric grocery cart, willing to take part of my list and doing a bit of shopping.
It’s been a long time since he’s gone shopping with me. I appreciated it since he saved me about ten minutes. Although, he needs to learn to wait near the registers when he finishes his part so I don’t have to hunt for him at the end. LOL!
Now, he may not be able to help me load and unload the car but having him along for company and not having to shop completely alone was nice.
Someone was tired when we got home.
What triggers your migraine?
I had a migraine headache yesterday and the day before, first ones I’ve had in a long time. I got them thanks to my neighbors. You see, for me, one of the things that will trigger a migraine is the odor of petroleum products. That’s why I go to a full service station and don’t pump gas.
A few of our neighbors decided to barbecue and they all went overboard with the charcoal lighter fluid. Instant headaches for me. This is why I love my gas grill. No charcoal lighter fluid to make me sick for days.
I have many friends whose migraines are triggered by perfume, that’s why I stopped wearing it a long time ago. The only time perfume will trigger one for me is when some idiot bathes in it. Seriously people, perfume and aftershave should not be worn by the gallon. A drop or two will do ya just fine. There’s a fine line between smelling nice and just plain stinking.
You all have a good one!
Some days you’re the bug…
Other days you are the windshield. It was a bug day today. I swear I felt my ass go through my face more than once.
It’s no fun to find out that, although technically you aren’t overdrawn at the bank, you are low enough on balance that you can be overdrawn in an instant. This is what happens when The Curmudgeon puts payments on two loans using way more money than necessary.
A dear friend was raked over the coals because of something I said. Makes me feel like crap and it is so unfair. People should grow up and be the adults they are meant to be. High school is long past and they need to realize it.
“Before you speak ask yourself: Is it kind, is it necessary, it is true, does it improve upon the silence?” ― Shirdi Sai Baba.
Once the sun comes out around here again…one of these days…
There are days…
A friend, who lives down the street, stopped by this afternoon to bring us The Curmudgeon’s truck registration and insurance papers. He found them near his house. Yes, someone got into The Curmudgeon’s truck. Again. This time they didn’t break the windows to get in, they simply opened the freaking door. My darling husband left his truck unlocked. He’s so lucky he only lost an old wallet that the papers were in and the key for his wheel locks. (Assholes!)
The group of brats, who are now older, and much worse than when they began to damage things around here several years ago, was back to their old tricks today. Sometimes I wish it was legal to shoot idiots. Although, around here, I’d run out of ammunition pretty darned quick.
At least the dogs kept us laughing.
Malcolm’s Mayhem, life with a Bull Terrier
It’s time to re-blog this:
A friend once asked me, “Why in the world would anyone have a Bull Terrier?” This she’d inquired while observing me take evasive action to protect myself from doggy damage. Her face showed she could tell this was a common occurrence and that she found it a tad unnerving.
My Bull Terrier, Malcolm, took another shot at disaster before I answered. He held a large bone, poised in his mouth like a baseball bat, and barely missed taking out my shin. I unconsciously stepped out-of-the-way of sixty-five pounds of armed, muscled freight train on a ‘bully run’.
“Hey, Bull Terriers may be a bit bizarre, but we’re kindred spirits.”
She emphatically nodded in agreement. “Yes, you’re two of a kind.”
“Besides, life would be dull without Malcolm’s antics and wit,” I added.
She shook her head. “I couldn’t do it.”
I could tell she thought it was only a matter of time before the men in the white coats came to take me away, and that she was glad to be standing outside of my fenced yard.
I felt it was important to show her that Malcolm wasn’t so bad, so I called him to me. Of course, he decided at that moment to go selectively deaf. About the third call, he raced over and sat at my side looking angelic.
Malcolm is obedience trained, and I began to put him through his paces off lead.
“Heel.” He did a perfect job. “Stand.” Again, he was flawless. I even added some of his tricks to the demonstration.
“Now, give me your paw,” I told him.
He sat and held his paw up for me to shake.
“Bang.” He dropped to the ground, rolled over on his back, and played dead. “Sit. Stay.” He jumped to his feet, then sat and remained motionless.
My friend watched with great interest and surprise, exclaiming, “But only a minute ago he was crazy.”
I told her, “no, just being silly and blowing off steam.”
After a short down, I released him and he went tearing around the yard again. My friend felt less sure of my ‘insanity’ until I had to sidestep a four-foot long stick Malcolm had found in the hedge. Then I tripped over the tennis ball he’d strategically placed behind me and landed neatly on my backside.
“Booby-trapped,” I muttered.
“I’ll visit you in the hospital.”
She never was a dog person.
Making a list and checking it twice…and other things
I’m one of those people who will always forget something when packing. Therefore I make a list of what to pack, pack it, and then take the list with me so when I pack to come home I can use my list again. Still, I have been known to forget things.
Patty seems to be recovering from whatever had her under the weather. She’s back to doing her ‘stick ’em ups’ so I’m thinking we’re good.
The Curmudgeon’s ribs are still giving him fits but he has about four more weeks or so of misery to go before they heal.
Gavin and I are hanging in there. We always do.
I wish a miracle would happen during my conference and my yard would have no pond, be mowed, and ready for a patio or two. Coming home to having the indoor painting done would also be a thrill. Yeah, I know, not going to happen. However, no one ever said I couldn’t dream.
You all have a good one!
:D
We have a new roof! Jimmy, the new roofer, promised me no more leaks. I told him I’d hold him to that. He’ll be the first person I call if we have any water dripping.
I can’t tell you what a relief it is to have that taken care of at last. We had years and years of our old roofer patching and making the old slate roof last another year. We just couldn’t afford to replace the entire roof at his prices.
The new roofer is more reasonable in price and faster too.
No more leaks! That means I have fewer excuses to not get my painting done.
You all have a good one!
Patty and Gavin say, “We was berry berry good, we did notz bark at all the noise and vibberationing. Momma and Daddy are proud of us.”
Welcome to my circus
One of those days where if I hadn’t had a chance to get out of the house I may have later been picked up by the men in the white coats. Even the dogs were getting on my last nerve.
Had the pleasure of my dearest friend’s company for lunch and a market stroll. Afterwards I felt somewhat normal.
Of course, my normal is everyone else’s nightmare. Our household is a total circus on a good day and I am the ringmaster.
I so need decent weather so I can get out and work in the yard. The pond is so full of leaves and water I could easily hide a body in there… hmmm.
I iz innocent Don’t believe da Momma.
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