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)
I’ve said this before…
You can keep the Southern heat and humidity down South if you please. I prefer the low humidity and cooler temperatures we should have here. If I wanted this weather, I’d move South…you don’t see me packing do you?
The heat is The Curmudgeon’s enemy. He doesn’t function at all in it. Even his ice vest wouldn’t have helped yesterday. I am glad we have the AC for his sake.
Even the pups are spoiled. When it gets hot here, they want to splay out in front of the AC and only go out when they NEED to go.
You all have a good one and keep cool!
Tropical forests and high-altitude regions often have high humidity. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Decisions, decisions…The Curmudgeon must decide.
Spent our afternoon sitting in the neurologist’s office. It looks as though they are finally going to change The Curmudgeon from Avonex to something else. The Avonex has prevented any further damage but his body’s reaction to it is getting worse as time goes on.
He will give himself his injection on a Monday night. Then for the next four days he’s in rotten shape, having trouble walking, and in general his quality of life sucks big time. This wasn’t working for us.
He has three choices, one of which is a pill taken twice a day. “Tecfidera™ is an oral therapy contained in capsules taken two times per
day. Tecfidera, formerly known as BG-12, is dimethyl fumarate, a
formulation that was developed specifically for use by people with multiple sclerosis.” He is hoping this is what he gets. Only problem is, the main side effect which lasts for about six months is the runs. Oh, fun…NOT. However, if it eventually improves his quality of life he’s willing to suffer through it.
Another choice is Tysabri it is given once every four weeks by intravenous infusion. And the third choice, one I doubt he’ll ever use, is Copaxone, it has a higher chance of side effects, is injected every day, and daily injections are something he refuses to do. Hell, he hates a once a week injection.
You all have a good one.
English: Copaxone Injection Site Reaction – Upper Left Arm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
EEEEK!
Help! My dust bunnies killed my cleaning fairy. Oh, darn.
Dust bunnies (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mine are bigger than this and they have nasty sharp teeth and flashing eyes! Guess I have to get off my bum and get cleaning.
Drawing a blank
I stare at the page, it stares back at me, the blinking cursor laughs at the emptiness of my thoughts.
“You dastard,” I grumble. I shake my fist at the computer screen.
Nothing comes, I bang my head on the keyboard. It doesn’t help it only gives me a headache.
I go back and reread the last page I wrote. Still nothing.
I take the dogs outside.
The page is still blank.
I leave the desk and go cook dinner, feed the dogs, and take them out, we eat our dinner.
Meanwhile, back at the desk, the cursor continues to blink and laugh at me.
I go to Facebook and see if anything stimulates my writing. Nothing. I realize I spend far too much time there and shut it down. I decide that I need to cut back and will set a timer every time I go in there.
Still didn’t get the page written. I did write my blog post, and get all my e-mails done… There’s always tomorrow.
facebook engancha (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Why is it no one ever wants to buy what I have to sell?
Quite a while ago, I won a lovely folk guitar. Was I ever surprised when it arrived, case and all, because I didn’t remember entering the contest.
Unfortunately, the guitar is way too big for me to play and has sat in its case since the day it arrived except for a quick trip to a local guitar shop to find out if it was worth anything.
After replacing a broken string, the owner played it. He says it has great tone and is worth about $275.00 by itself, with the nylon case he says it should go for about $300.00. Now all I need is to find someone who wants to buy it and will get many years of pleasure from it.
I guess if I can’t find an interested party, it’s off to the local guitar shop to see what they’ll give me for it. 😉
You all have a good one!
Not a dog for everyone
My doctor has his own emergency clinics. This is a good thing because they take you as a walk in any time during the day and up until eleven at night at the one we tend to go to when we need urgent care. When I show up there, they will ask us what the dogs did this time…
As Bull Terrier owners the need for urgent care comes up often. You never know when one will knock you over and cause you a sprained something or other. When they wham you with their cement block heads a broken nose, a black eye, or even a concussion is not out of the realm of possibility.
My dogs have managed to sprain my ankles, wrists, and shoulders. I have skinned knees, fallen ass over tin cups, and I am covered with bruises from them on a daily basis.
These dogs are not for the faint of heart. They are definitely not for everyone. Don’t let their looks and company manners fool you, they are an army of Ninjas out to wreak havoc on humans.
My circus dogs.
If you take a lovely day and mix it with two bored dogs, their bored momma, add a hula hoop, and a bag of treats, what do you get?
Circus dogs!!!
Yeeehaw!
No energy = picture post.
I am so tired that instead of writing a post I am going to do another picture post. Then I am going to bed.
On the herbs of a dilemma…
Drove over to Ollie’s and found four nice pots, three of which I planted, two with basil and one with rosemary. Now I need to find another herb to plant in the last pot.
The Curmudgeon suggested dill but I have that growing in a pot with one of the tomato plants. I have chives in another one. I have lavender and mint growing in the gardens. I am debating putting parsley or cilantro in the pot. It is a tall and narrow pot.
Any suggestions out there?
Crap, Monday again.
Lately, I’ve dreaded Mondays more and more. Mondays are when The Curmudgeon gives himself his Avonex shot and begins a downhill slide for the next four days. For anyone new to this blog, The Curmudgeon (my husband) has secondary progressive MS.
By Friday he does better. However, then it is almost Monday again. It’s a vicious circle and one I’m hoping his next neurologist appointment changes.
He is going to ask his neurologist to stop his Avonex and put him on something else. Keep your fingers crossed, his next appointment is coming up soon.
You all have a good one.
English: Progression types of Multiple sclerosis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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