How does your garden grow?
My potted garden is growing well. I have peppers coming on my pepper plants, tomatoes on the tomato plants, and blossoms all over my little cucumber plant. The eggplant hasn’t any blossoms yet but I don’t expect them for a while.
Now if only we can keep the squirrels away from them, we might get to have some fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, and eggplants.
Anyone have any fool proof squirrel chasing tactics?
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.
Can’t live without them
Spent $102.00 at the vet’s without taking either dog there. Yep, that’s what six months worth of heart worm medications cost us.
Lucy is scheduled to go in for shots, heart worm test, and intestinal parasites test. Yeah, that’s going to cost us a pretty penny too.
We don’t mind, truly we don’t. We love these two lunatic dogs with all our hearts.
I might bitch and moan about them from time to time but I don’t know what I’d do without them. They are my heartbeat.
Lucy and Gavin
Crash my yard please.
I’m hoping that, after I run a couple of errands today, I can do some actual yard work. I need to weed the gardens and get the mulch in before there is nothing there but weeds.
I’d like to transplant a few more things from the pond area so maybe I can get someone in to rototill that area flat. I’d love to get started on revamping the yard so we can get some use out of it.
Oh, if only yard crashers would show up at my door and work a miracle! 😉 My yard is in dire need.
It would be nice to get it to where The Curmudgeon could come outside and enjoy it. Or, perhaps to where I can find some sanctuary from him when he is driving me crazy.
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.
My Tuesday night TV addictions
On Tuesday nights, I record IZombie, watch America has Talent, and I can do that, and record a new show, Stitchers.
Our DVR is often busy with night time series recordings because The Curmudgeon goes to bed so early I tend to record a few shows I think he might enjoy.
Those shows we watch around dinner time the next night.
Therefore, Wednesday night is when I’ll watch IZombie and Stitchers with The Curmudgeon. Good thing too since Wednesday night TV sucks.
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.
Raindrops keep falling…
Some much-needed rain is passing through.Thunder is once again softly rumbling all about us. If it gets loud, Lucy gets nervous.
My yard will want mowing rather quickly now. I’m sure the gardens are loving it.
It’s a darned shame my neighbor and I didn’t wait until later today to dig out the plants that we did dig out yesterday. Would’ve been easier with soft, moist ground.
Now I do believe I will settle down on the couch with Lucy and doze to the sound of the rain.
Laundry day
Clothes were done and it was time to wash the dog’s bedding, the blanket that protects the couch from the dogs, and Ted (Lucy’s favorite blanket from http://www.teddythedog.com/Home_Is_Where_the_Dog_Is_Plush_Throw_Blanket_p/hwdiptb.htm )
Poor Lucy reminded me of Linus in the Peanuts comics. She wanted Ted and the blanket cover back on the couch and she wasn’t happy until they were back. Hysterically funny. Yes, we do call the blanket below Ted or Teddy and she knows what we are talking about. Make no mistake,Teddy is HERS!
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.
Curmudgeon update
Yesterday, The Curmudgeon showed a few signs of improvement. He drove his truck. He left me sleep.
After I’d taken care of the dogs early in the morning and he woke up, I told him I was going to go sleep in my bed until I had to get up to take him to his appointment. I was beyond cranky and tired.
I dutifully set my alarm so I didn’t sleep too late to get him to his appointment. When the alarm went off, I dressed and came downstairs to find him gone. His truck gone too.
He’d taken G to pick up her vehicle at the repair shop and got home in time for us to head out for his appointment at the dentist. He was a bit worse for the wear but not as bad as he would’ve been a week ago.
When we went to his appointment he was back on the walker, that little trip took a lot out of him. But that’s okay, it showed him that he’s improved a bit.
You all have a good one.
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.
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