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So sad
My dear friend’s husband is on a downward slide and I want to help them but there is not much I can do. I do have hugs for her, deliver wine, meals, and chocolate but I feel as though it isn’t enough. You can tell he’s not comfortable with me seeing him as he is and it breaks my heart. We’ve known them for forty years. So sad his light will soon leave this world.
Then there are the four-footed losses, so many have crossed the rainbow bridge.
The mood around here is subdued and sad.
You all have a good one. Hugs your friends and family and don’t forget to love on your furry friends and family while you’re at it.
Today this blog passed the 100,000 hit mark!
When I started this blog I never thought I’d make it past the one year mark. I did. I didn’t think I’d make it two years. Here I am still going after six years.
I try to post every day and only have missed days when I was at my conference or too ill to sit up.
Now I hit another milestone in the life of this blog, I made the 100,000 hit mark and passed it all in the same day. Wow.
Thank you all so much for hanging in here with me and bringing others in to view my insanity. I am going to go have a glass of wine to celebrate. Cheers! You all have a good one!
A hand holding a glass of wine. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Living with Bull Terriers, an owner’s survival guide.
First thing you must do to survive life with a bull terrier is hang on to your sense of humor. If you can’t laugh, then you most certainly will not survive.
Buy cheap furniture so you don’t develop an attachment. Bully owners lose more furniture to their dogs. Yes, I have lost a bent wood rocker, a few sofas, and several chairs to ours over the last 33 years.
If you really love the item, it will have a short life span. They will chew, knock over, break, smash, crunch, maim, anything you think you treasure. Buy replaceable items, do not waste your money on anything that is not mass-produced.
Never say never. “My dog never……..” They will make a liar out of you every time.
When least expected, they will trip you, knock you down, or in some way injure you. Always keep ace bandages and crutches on hand.
Do not believe anything that tells you a toy is indestructible. They will find a way.
That innocent look does not mean they are innocent, start looking for what they’ve destroyed.
Anyone else have some survival tips? You all have a good one!
Heat? What heat? Oh, you mean outside!
Go outside? In this heat? No Mommy we’d rather take up the entire couch and soak up the air conditioning.
When we’re not taking up the couch, we are wrestling with each other…inside. We still don’t want to go out unless we have to go.
All that play makes for tired pups.
No, we don’t want to go out. We’re fine snoozing under the AC.
Will they never stop?
Another fourth of July has passed by, thank goodness. However, around here that only means we have several more months of illegal fireworks to drive us crazy. The poor Curmudgeon was kept up well past his bed time and will be a cranky curmudgeon come daylight. Some persistent idiot is still setting off loud aerials after 1 a.m.
This someone thinks his/her Chinese water torture of setting off a loud aerial bang every so often all night is hilarious. I do not. I have a splitting headache and would like to take one of those loud aerials, stick it up the ass of whomever it is setting them off every freaking night for a month, and light the damned thing.
Why can’t people come up with a better way to celebrate without the use of fireworks? I hear of pets completely freaking out from the noise and staying traumatized for months. ERs brimming with ‘idiot accidents’ of burns and blown off body parts to where they look like a war zone, and this is a ‘fun’ way to celebrate?
I have always found the use of fireworks by non-professionals the dumbest thing ever. Proof to me of how dangerous they are, was the 4th of July where The Curmudgeon’s father almost removed three fingers of his right hand with an M8O. Yep, his was an ‘idiot accident.’ He did lose the tip of his middle finger and a good amount of flesh from the other two. That, of course, makes flipping the bird less provocative.
You all have a good one.
Shhhh, don’t tell him.
Since my heart attack, almost two years ago, I have completely changed my diet, stopped smoking, and am almost back to my normal exercise levels.
Do you think I could, in these two years, get The Curmudgeon to change his diet at all?
That would be a no. When I make suggestions or try to talk to him about it I get this response:
Yeah, he’s going to change isn’t he? Not this guy, no way!
Want to bet on that? He’s made some dietary changes. He doesn’t know he’s made them and don’t you dare tell him he has. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, it will make him healthier. Sometimes we wives have to get sneaky.
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!
No, that’s not dirt on my feet, it’s bruises.
I swear I have targets painted on my feet lately. Not a day goes by without Gavin or Patty tramping on them.
Yesterday Gavin jumped up the couch to sit with me and somehow landed on my foot, twisting three toes almost to the breaking point. OUCH! An hour later Patty stomped on the top of the same foot.
You would think that was the end of it, right? You would be wrong. Gavin got me three more times on the same foot. Patty got me twice more on the other one! I think they aim for my feet. I can almost hear them keeping score.
Yet, I still wear my flip-flops because I can’t stand wearing shoes for more than a couple of hours.
You all have a good one.
English: Grown male right foot (angle 1) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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.
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