Category Archives: Misc
Mumma iz berry sick.
Gavin here. I toldz da mumma dat I would let you know she might not be writing a blog post for a couple of days. She is sick. Nasty bug going around here caughted her good. Auntie G tooked her to da mergency dogtor yestedday morning. I’m snuggling and being a good dogtor for her now.
You all habs a good one!
Update…and it’s only Tuesday!
It’s been raining since early evening, it is now 1 a.m. The frogs are loving it. You should hear all the singing going on outside.
Both dogs think they will melt if they go out. Tough, you asked to go, you are going. *Boot*
The Curmudgeon skipped his shot last week and didn’t do his shot before bed tonight. He says he’ll do it after our friend’s funeral. He wants to be able to function through it.
I hope all this rain cools it down around here. I need to get so much done out in the yard that it makes me cry just to look at the amount of work I must do once it is tolerable enough to work out there.
Any volunteers? Yeah, I didn’t think so.
You all have a good one.
40 years ago…..
The Curmudgeon and I were married.
And today we are still together.
You all have a good one!
Hot, hot, hot!
Gypsys Melting Pot‘s photo
Thank goodness for a fresh hair cut to keep me cool. It doesn’t look as though we are in for any breaks in this heat for a while yet.
I can only get the dogs to out when they are absolutely desperate to go. When I came down yesterday morning both of them were sacked out on the couch and had no desire to move even an ear.
The Curmudgeon is going a bit stir crazy but he’ll survive.
You all have a good one and keep yourselves and your pets cool!
Cleaning spree?
One advantage to this miserably hot weather is that I am inside in the AC and bored enough to finally get my bedroom clean from top to, well… almost the bottom. I still need to do the floors.
Then I need to clean the hall, bathroom, stairs, living room, and kitchen. Yeah. No. I’m not that energetic. It may or may not happen. I will be wheezing for a few days as it is because of all the dust I stirred up already.
Off for a hair cut later today. I can’t wait. I am going to have my stylist cut it as short as possible. She balks, but my hair grows so fast I do not need it too long within a couple of weeks especially if this heat keeps up.
The Curmudgeon skipped his shot this week. With this heat I can’t blame him. The shot makes him weak enough as it is and with the addition of the heat and humidity there’s no telling how he would be.
You all have a good one.
Air conditioning iz good! I stayz cool wif my Daddy!
Another Skully in my collection
So yesterday I went to Target to get sippy cups for Barry. He hasn’t the strength to suck on a straw and he has trouble holding a normal glass. I don’t have kids, I don’t have grand-kids, therefore, baby departments confuse the hell out of me.
As I stood in front of a multitude of choices, my brain froze. I guess it was obvious that I had no idea what I was doing because a woman nearby asked me what the problem was. Whereupon I explained the situation.
Miracle of miracles she’d been in the same situation a few months back with her father. She quickly grabbed two types from the racks and said they both worked well with him.
The Goddess smiled because while unloading my purchases at the register, I spotted a scarf that called to me. I dashed across the aisle and snagged it.
You all have a good one!
Whew, made it to the weekend!
It has been an exhausting week around here. I hope next week is less tiring. Even the dogs have felt the stress and have been angels. They know when The Curmudgeon is having a bad day and they try very hard to not make too many demands.
However, as soon as The Curmudgeon is feeling better they do take advantage. They were not angels today. That’s okay though they needed to raise a bit of hell if only to get me laughing.
I plan to take advantage of some quiet time and sneak in a little reading.
You all have a good one.
Little amusements
Yes, sometimes little things amuse me. Okay, most of the time. I have toys, little character flash drives, whistles, kazoos, and silly pens and pencils all over my desk. I have a tape dispenser that’s a dog.
I recently bought a new USB port that looks like a skull, it has storage room in the top. Yay, I found a new home for my flash drives.
The Curmudgeon just shrugs at my insanity. I guess he figures it keeps me from killing him.
You all have a good one!
Decompression?
How do you decompress?
I do wish I could find more than an hour or two to get some writing in. It seems that any longer than that and The Curmudgeon develops a problem he needs me to attend to immediately.
After The Curmudgeon goes to bed, my brain is fried with the stress of the day and concentration is difficult to come by. Therefore, I try to settle my brain down by reading. Again, concentration is difficult but I am getting better at it.
I’ve had days where writing is impossible. I hate those days. Usually, those days are ‘a bad day for the curmudgeon’ topped with two dogs starving for attention. If he’s down, I have to do it all with no break for a breath all day.
I do believe I need to find some way, some time to decompress, relax, get my head on straight so I can work on my books. Even if it just going to lunch with friends, it still is a form of decompression.
I am working on doing yoga and meditation again, if I can find a minute to myself, that is.
Today I went out to lunch with friends, it felt so good!
You all have a good one!
Early decompression (recompression) chamber in the park at Broome, Western Australia. The chamber was used to treat decompression sickness in Japanese pearl divers who were, generally, of small build. The chamber is now located indoors in the Broome Historical Society Museum. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sigh, Another postal day…
Grumman LLV photographed in USA. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Today I got one of my packages. The mail gal threw it down on my porch from the porch next door, slammed her fist on my door, and ran to her next stop. Lucky for her she didn’t break the piece of porcelain in the package.
Back I went to the USPS Inspector General’s page to file another complaint. She did NOT deliver package number one, this was package number two and now there is missing package number three that should have been here today too.
My next door neighbor is also filing a complaint because she’s also missing a package that tracked to delivery two days ago. She didn’t even get a ‘we couldn’t deliver your package’ notice.
I think I’m going to go door to door here and see how many others are missing deliveries and will encourage them to file complaints too. At this rate, I don’t see this young gal holding on to her job for long.
You all have a good one.
Privatize the USPS!
I miss my old mail carrier, who recently transferred to another route.
I am so ticked off at our new carrier. She lied both to the USPS and to me. She never attempted to deliver any packages to our home we had two I’d tracked and both were not delivered, nor even attempted to be delivered. How do I know this? I sat outside and watched her.
She never lifted a single package from her truck for anyone on this street or the next. I did however see her deliver numerous notices of “we couldn’t deliver your package” and when she handed me one I called her on it. She got very rude with me.
I then reported her rude attitude and non-delivering of packages to the Inspector General and the Post Master General.
I hate liars and will not tolerate being lied to or being lied about. As far as I’m concerned they can privatize the USPS if it means my mail and packages get delivered to me.
Rant over. You all have a good one!
English: United States Postal Service Office of Inspector General (graphic), originally a header from the official website. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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