Category Archives: Misc

I hate grocery shopping more and more

     The store wasn’t crowded so that wasn’t it.  The clerk at the check out was neither surly nor slow, she was quite pleasant and quick.  I hate trudging down aisle after aisle, loading bag after bag into my car, and then unloading the car once I get home.  Even putting the things away has become more a hateful chore than anything.

      By the time I get the car unloaded and the groceries put away I’m so tired I can hardly see straight.  All I want to do is go take a nap.  However, that’s not possible because it is almost dinner time.

     I have dogs barking at me for their dinners.  The Curmudgeon asking me, “What’s for dinner?”  Can I stop and take a short break for maybe five minutes? 

     Okay, now give me a little cheese to go with my whine…we all need to whine occasionally.

     You all have a good one!

Tree rat wars revisited

     Devil squirrels!  Tree Rats!!!  They’ve chewed through the cords for my tree lights.  Not just one string of lights have they ruined but they have taken out one extension cord and the cord to my Bethlehem star light.  This means war…again.

     When I see them in my yard, I take the dogs out.  They love to bark at the tree rats and chase them away.  If the dogs are down for their naps I go out and chase the danged fuzzy tailed bandits.  I vow to give them no peace in my yard.  Maybe they’ll decide that other yards are more to their liking.

It’s not mine…

     The Curmudgeon had his doctor’s appointment yesterday.  He was gone and back before I got out of bed.  When I came downstairs my first question to him was, “Well, how did the appointment go?”

     He replied, “I’m pregnant!”

     After I finished giggling and caught my breath, which took quite a while, I said, “Oh?  And what makes you say that?”

     The doctor put him on prenatal vitamins for his anemia.

     You all have a good one!

When to be tactful

     “Tact is the art of making a point without making an enemy.” — Isaac Newton

     Southern Belles will pat you on the head and say, “Bless your heart.”  What they mean is, “Holy crap you REALLY are a moron aren’t you?” They smile and nod and let it pass…much like a silent fart in an elevator.

     Yankee gals will tell you what a moron you are.  Make no mistake, we know all about being tactful, we just prefer not to use it.  Why waste the energy?  If you are an idiot and you haven’t learned by now, then it’s time we told you.

     If by chance you are a nice moron and have no inkling that you are one, we Yankee gals might cut you a break and go easy on you.  …..Giggle.  Snort, okay I was fooling with you there.

     I pity you if you catch a Yankee gal on a playful day for then she could tell you to go to hell with such diplomacy that you’d be looking forward to the trip.  Now that’s tact!

     You all have a good one!

A new week

     I’m hoping that today I hear from my cardiologist.  I’d really hate to have to wait all week to hear about what he thinks of the tests.  My luck, if he does call today, he calls while I’m gone for my walk.  Sometimes I really hate HIPPA, since they get so weird about giving any information to The Curmudgeon.

     Yes, after an entire week of doctor appointments, I am more than a little happy to get back to taking my walk today. 

      The Curmudgeon’s blood tests came back and according to his neurologist he’s anemic.  He has an appointment to see our family doctor later this week.

      You all have a good one!

Lazy Sunday

This is me today….

I just want to snooze.

Friday is over isn’t it?

     Not my favorite thing to hear when I first wake up is The Curmudgeon moaning and groaning.  This is a sign of a very bad day.  I trudged down the stairs to find him on his hands and knees wiping the floor and cabinets with a paper towel

     “What happened?”

     “The coffee pot is leaking all over the place.”  He replied.

     I walked over to the sink and picked up the pot.  When I did I spotted a hole in it.  “Um, maybe because there’s a hole in the pot.  I’m betting you banged it…”  I looked in the sink and sure enough I found some chips of glass.  “Put a hole in it.  Lovely.  I’m guessing this means there’s no coffee?”

     Those who know me know that this is me without coffee…

     Therefore I walked over to G’s house to mooch a cup of coffee, but no one answered the door.  ACK! 

     Then I decided to waste no more time and go buy a replacement carafe at Target.  They didn’t have any, in fact I was told that the company no longer makes this particular carafe.  Yikes!!!!  I looked at all the coffee makers they had to offer and made a decision.  I now have a new coffee maker that has an insulated stainless steel unbreakable coffee carafe.

     I hugged my precious cargo to my chest and fled for the check out counter directly across from the Starbucks stand.  As I swiped my charge card I yelled across the aisle to the Starbucks clerk, “Give me the largest darkest one you have, I’ll be right there!”

  I left Target with a new coffee maker while happily sipping on a large cup of coffee.  The day suddenly seemed brighter.  Instead of heading directly home I stopped at the camera shop and picked up my CD of wedding pictures!!!  Yes, the day improved rapidly.

     You all have a good one!

Low and slow, a good thing

     I’ve been flying low and slow for the past few days.  It has helped my back feel better.  Maybe there’s a reason we’re having a week of rain. 

      Unbelievable how everything has greened up around here.  The gardens will need more than a bit of weeding next weekend, which is when they say we’ll have some sun again.  I really need to buy some mulch.

     Gavin and Patty aren’t thrilled about the wet weather.  At least that means they are out and back in fast. 

      You all have a good one!

A multitude of thoughts

     It seems that this year the Bull Terrier community is taking a lot of hits.  We’ve lost a lot of good people so far this year and another one left us yesterday.  My heartfelt condolences to all the families of the bullie people we’ve lost.

     Rainy weather here has made all the leaves pop and those that had already opened grew almost visibly in one day.  The Curmudgeon is grumbling that as soon as the yard is dry enough he’s going to have to mow again.

     To the north and west of us I hear they are getting snow.  I hope they keep it to themselves, I don’t want to share.

     Nothing happening on the house yet but I am hopeful that we’ll get some good news soon.  I am keeping my fingers crossed for a bidding war.

The rain might settle my allergies for a while.  That would be nice,  I do like breathing.

     The pups are not pleased with the rain.  I keep telling them that we need it but they don’t care, they want it to go away.

     You all have a good one!

Mom has an ouchie

Hi,

      Patty here.  Mom hurt her back today so she’s going to bed early.   I promised her that I would let everyone know.  She’ll be back tomorrow night.

     She told me to tell you….You all have a good one!

A crow’s picnic?

     Sunday I looked out the window and there was a large crow in the bird bath acting rather peculiar.  Curiosity finally overcame me and I went outside to see what he was doing.  I got to the bird bath and in it I found a fried chicken leg that looked as though it had  come from the pan only minutes before.  This was not something grabbed from a trash bag.  I do believe he was rolling it around in the water to cool it enough to eat it.

     Yesterday I looked out the window and saw the crow in our Tulip poplar, eating something.  Oh, dear if it was something the dogs might find and choke on I thought I’d better go see.  He took off when I opened the back door.  I walked to the bird bath first because of the last incident.  Good thing I did.  For there in the bird bath were the remains of a small bird.  ICK!  I don’t do dead critters.

     I called The Curmudgeon outside and let him clean out the bird bath.  He started making jokes about a Crow’s hobo stew.  “Hey, he’s a green crow, he was using solar power to make his stew.”

     GAG!  “Just clean that ick out of there.”  I went inside to get away from the sick jokes.

     You all have a good one!

 

Can we have a do over on the last couple of days?

     Bad Juju, that’s what it is, very bad Juju.   Deliver me from it.  Those that have talked to me in the last couple of days know what I am talking about.  Due to my high standards of privacy, all I can say is that there’s a certain person whom I wish Karma would take a big bite out of said person’s over-sized caboose.  ‘Nuff said.

     With that off my chest I shall endeavor to lighten the mood. 

     Lately, The Curmudgeon has been cuddling Patty in the ‘hand puppet position’…while  cuddling her thusly, he’s been telling her the world’s worst jokes.

     Most are so bad I can’t help but groan or, if worse than bad, giggle like a fool at them.  Please, please, please keep me laughing my dear, dear Curmudgeon!  If it weren’t for the laughter I’d be locked away in the funny farm.

     You all have a good one.