Happy Birthday Curmudgeon!
It’s The Curmudgeon’s 62nd birthday! Happy Birthday Dear!
Happy Burfday Daddy!
Happy Burfday Daddy!
Cheers to the good people
After the bitching and moaning about my broken porch yesterday I felt that today needed something more upbeat.
We have an amazing mailman. Yes, I said that. For the second time the sweet man helped me unload groceries from my car. Unasked. He just appeared at my side, pulled bags out of the car, and set them on my porch, braving the crumbling stairs.
Yes, I profusely thanked him. It saved me so much time and effort that I almost cried from his kindness.
Don’t tell me there aren’t good people out there in the world. Even though I have seen the dark side too often, I know better. There are many good people out there.
I lift my glass to all the good people out there.
Falling to pieces.
Yesterday was such a cold and damp day I thought I’d never feel warm.
I think the cold and sunny day we’re supposed to have today needs some lamb curry for dinner to warm us to the bones.
I suppose I must go grocery shopping too. Not going to be easy to carry them in.
Why? Because after the freezing rain yesterday my bottom step on the front porch fell apart. Yes. Fell. Apart. Crumbled to ruins.
As if we don’t have enough in the way of expenses. Now I have to figure out how to make it through the rest of the winter with crumbling, falling to pieces, porch steps.
So where is my lottery win? I sure do need it to make home repairs or, if I were to win enough, move to a new home that doesn’t need any repairs.
See all those cracks? That is now all crumbled away. Broken. Off. A complete cluster fuck of mess.
I was going to go shopping but…
First of all I hate to do any sort of shopping. Second, I NEED to go grocery shopping. The cupboards are almost bare. I should go today but the forecast is calling for a mixed bag of weather, rain, sleet, and snow.
I think the shopping can wait a day when the forecast is for cold but sunny weather. I hate driving in bad weather because I love my van and there are too many idiots out there that forget how to drive when the weather gets bad.
The bad weather has already begun.
Feeling good.
I didn’t put on sweat pants and a soft T-shirt today. I actually dressed in my overalls. I felt and looked more like a human.
The Curmudgeon has still not reached ‘human level’ as yet. He’s still hacking and moaning. Maybe next week.
I know on Monday I’ll have to go to grocery shopping. Our basic supplies are almost depleted after two weeks of us being sick.
It will be nice to get out of the house for a while. I’ve been going stir crazy. I think I’ll talk G into letting me take her out for her birthday lunch early. It’s a couple of weeks until her birthday gets here. We always enjoy going out to lunch.
My dear friend G
No end in sight…the case of the endless creeping crud
I ventured out of the house yesterday. Someone had to pick up my prescription and other pharmacy items and The Curmudgeon is still about two days behind me in this weird creeping crud.
Seems you think you have it licked and another different symptom hits you. Hard. Yep, that’s me.
Not a good night. I hope The Curmudgeon skips this part.
And you think it’s bad when the kids are bored…
It’s too cold to go outside. Try having bored dogs. Kids you can find something for them to do to amuse themselves. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can send kids off on new adventures with the turn of a book’s page. Dogs can’t read. Dogs want you to amuse them.
You can hand a kid a TV remote, a board game, an electronic game, or a computer. Dogs don’t have thumbs, they can’t use controllers. Dogs want you to amuse them.
My arms are ready to fall off from throwing various toys all day. The Curmudgeon is also exhausted.
And here comes Lucy with another idea of what we need to play with. Dogs want you to amuse them. Good thing they are so cute and we love them so much.
Wow, did you see what happened when I dropped my tennis ball down the stairs? Did ya? Did ya?
Where’s my lottery win?
12 degrees. I would head for the tropics if I could. Lottery win where art thou?
I do not like this cold at all. No, I am not now nor will I ever be looking for a home in Texas.
I’d live in Minnesota before I’d consider ever going back to the lone star state.
My Dad died there, my sister Mary died there, my Mother died there, and my older sister and her demon spawn betrayed me there.
I would consider Atlantic coast areas, the Florida keys, Hawaii, and a few other places. Sigh.
As much as I love Pennsylvania, I find I no longer can handle the cold.
Death of a paper shredder
Alas he served us well for many years. He ripped through tons of junk mail and old bills.
However he hit the wall today when a single sheet of paper made him gasp his last, grind his gears, and give up the ghost.
It is with great sadness I send him off to a new existence, a recycling of the old one.
The new one ordered shreds 12 sheets at one time, will shred CDs and credit cards too. We won’t know how to act having paper gulped down so quickly and efficiently.
Two final words. Snow. Yuck.
Looks like we’re in for some snow.
How much snow we’ll get is anyone’s guess. Of course this cold snap we’ve had means that Lucy gets to wear her hoodie and hat again.
She was quite pleased to have her shirt and hat on last night when the cold winds tore through here with a vengeance. This girl sure doesn’t like being cold.
At the moment she is wrapped up like a bully burrito in her fuzzy blanket. I don’t even see an ear sticking out.
The case of the creeping crud that won’t leave
Wow, this creeping crud sure does hang on for what feels like forever. Here I was hoping to be over it today, not happening.
At the rate it is leaving us we’ll be almost another week laid up with it.
We start feeling pretty good when BAM! the chest congestion acts up again.
Here’s for taking it easy and getting rid of the creeping crud once and for all.
Daddy’s dirty dogtor. Someone likes to combat crawl in the MUD!
Noooo Momma, let me!
So both The Curmudgeon and I were laid low for a solid week with a bad case of the creeping crud. I’m about one day ahead of him.
Still have some congestion and a cough but feeling almost human now. The Curmudgeon is sleeping soundly without coughing for the first time.
I might actually put on real clothes today. I’ve been hanging around in sweat pants, one of my super soft heather (http://www.teddythedog.com/Default.asp) T-shirts, and a denim shirt.
At a possible high of over 60 degrees, it’s the perfect day to get up and out. Maybe even take Lucy to the park between rain storms.
I not coming down until you lets me say something on the blog!
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