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It is impossible to be in two places at once. Then why is it that everyone expects me to be everywhere at the same time?
I’ve had one of those weekends where I felt as though I should be at least two people. Track shoes included. Batteries aren’t included, so much for extra energy.
I’d no sooner get started on one thing when The Curmudgeon or the dogs insisted I assist them in doing something else. The most frequent demand came from the dogs. “Momma we need to go out!”
I ran the stairs so many times I swear I should have dropped at least ten pounds. I have three more stair runs to do for sure yet tonight. Holy cow.
Is it no wonder that I’d love to have a one story home? Or, at least, a home where most of the work is on the same floor.
You all have a good one!
Leave it cleaner than you found it.
One family rule, taught to us from early childhood, one I never forgot and still practice religiously: Clean up where you picnic, fish, hike, or just plain enjoy the outdoors. Never leave anything behind!
English: Waikiki beach trash cans (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I take it so far as to clean up after other people who are piggish enough to litter wherever I am unlucky to follow behind them. I’ve been known to haul out garbage bags full of other people’s trash.
There’s nothing worse than to set out to enjoy the beauty of nature and to find it covered in someone’s beverage cans and other non-biodegradable trash. Especially when the area provides many convenient trash barrels for your convenience.
Before you drop that food wrapper or can, think about the next person. Don’t be a lazy pig, use the trash cans or, better yet, take your garbage home with you. Pick up any garbage you find and leave the place cleaner than you found it.
It’s not hard to do. If everyone did this, imagine how lovely our parks, beaches, rivers, and even our own streets would be.
You all have a good one!
Let the de-cluttering and reorganization begin!
I put new wood drawer dividers in one of the few drawers that I didn’t have any sort of organizer in and boy, what a difference that made. I think I’ll be buying more.
It’s time to install all the other organizers I bought in hopes of making things easier to clean up around here.
Yeah, I know. I sound all enthusiastic and ready to roll don’t I? Then I look around at all the stuff that really needs doing and all that energy seems to jump out of me and land somewhere else. Have you found it?
I can almost picture it dashing away, tail between its legs, yipping in terror. I swear since clearing out the MIL’s house and having a lot of the stuff dragged home by The Curmudgeon, this place looks like it is one load away from an episode of hoarders. I need to start dragging stuff from one antique shop to another until I sell it all.
I love Thursdays at the farmers market
We had rain off and on yesterday. Unfortunately we also had heat and humidity come back. Dang, I so enjoyed the normal low humidity and cooler days we had this last week. I look forward to their return.
This heat and humidity did not go over well with The Curmudgeon, he had to turn the AC back on. There went my allergies off the deep end again since somewhere in the one AC there is a crop of mold.
At least there were breaks between rain showers where G and I could get out of the car and dash for the store and later the farmers market. I absolutely need to remember to take a camera along one of these days so I can post farmers market pictures. We have a fabulous farmers market here.
As you walk inside, the fragrances of fresh, baked goods, smoked meats, pizzas, roasted peanuts, and fresh fruits caress you and tempt you from one stand to the next. They dance before you and tease you to ask for a sample of this and that. Once you’ve tasted you must buy….
I brought home many lovely treats to have with our dinners this week. Things like loaded baked potato salad, broccoli salad, and the smoked chicken Waldorf salad that we had for our dinner last night.
You all have a good one.
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Fresh Vegetables (Photo credit: John Pozadzides)
Some days you feel your age–it sort of smacks you in the face.
I met the doctor who would treat my husband and I for the next thirty-five years after The Curmudgeon had been going to him for a year or two. I had my family physician before then, who, after a family tragedy, quit his practice and sort of left his patients without a doctor.
Today my doctor’s son treated me. (I was in for my every three months check.) I swear this young doctor looks exactly like his father did when I started going to him. He even has his smile and laugh.
As I talked to his father while I was getting ready to leave, I could tell he was very proud of his son.
You all have a good one. And, if the young doctor is reading this, you did good kid.
The Doctor, by Sir Luke Fildes (1891) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Allee allee incomefree!
I spent an hour tearing the house apart to find the charger that goes to the new electric screwdriver I bought for The Curmudgeon back in December. He’s used the charger exactly once.
No luck finding it, so I went on Amazon (where I bought the screwdriver in the first place) and ordered him a new charger. This is not the first time I’ve had to do this with his stuff.
I swear I will one day find a huge stash of missing items. I feel as though I am in a game of hide and seek and I’m tired of being it.
You all have a good one.
Meyerheim: Three children playing “hide and seek” in a forest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mr Doofus cracks me up
Whenever we sit down to our dinner, the pups are in their crates. They’ve done this since they first arrived in our home. (I have enough chaos to contend with all the time, I want my meals chaos free.) Below is what Gavin does as soon as I sit down with my dinner.
Patty just flops down and stares at us. If her Daddy takes too long (I always finish first) Patty will begin a moaning campaign to speed him along. It’s a hoot.
Some days, when I haven’t had a single thing to laugh at, these two pups will find a way to make me giggle.
You all have a good one!
Oh, yes! I want it.
Oh, if only we’d hit the lottery for a big sum. I found a house I’d be calling the realtor about immediately.
It’s not a new home. It is older than I am…yes, that old! It has gorgeous hardwood floors, wonderful bones, and character. Another plus is that it has a fenced in yard for the pups.
It’s not a big home. No, there would be no McMansion for me. I have no need or desire for that. I want a place where The Curmudgeon’s care would be easier. Where climbing stairs for him is optional.
This house that I found has everything I want. Come on lottery win!!! I’d ‘sell’ this house to the next door neighbors for a minor sum, they could use the room.
You all have a good one!
Mcmansion north (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Really? Does anyone NEED a house like this?
Picture day.
My big brother is an idiot.
What are you waiting for? It’s nap time.
It’s nap time. Close door.
Ahem, I said it’s nap time.
He has no idea that his big butt is in the way.
You all have a good one!
The memories a simple dessert brought
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The Curmudgeon and I had Turkey Hill Deep Dark Chocolate ice cream for dessert. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Gramma would have loved this! Jinx!” Then we laughed.
To say my maternal grandmother was a chocoholic would be putting it mildly. Gramma loved all things chocolate. The darker and richer, the better. Gramma taught all of us the love of all things chocolate.
The Curmudgeon learned early on in our dating that to give my Gramma chocolate whenever possible was to make a friend for life. I think he fell in love with her about the third time they met.
His grandmother was an evil, nasty woman. So to meet my Gramma who welcomed him into our home with warmth and baked goods was an experience he took to heart.
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This trailer is gently used and treated with love. The owner, my dear friend, needs to sell it.
I love you Mom
Mom with birthday roses 2005
Many years ago I began to send my mother roses for her birthday each year because I knew how much she loved them.
She died in 2007. Today would’ve been her 98th birthday.
Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you.
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