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A very successful Trick or Treat night
Posted by doggonedmysteries
G and I knew we’ve had hordes of kids come trick or treating every year. This year I decided I’d be clever and figure out how many we get in a night. I bought three hundred glow stick bracelets to hand out with the candy. The idea was one per child. Well, by eight o’clock, we’d handed out all 300 and had some disappointed kids who only got candy. Therefore, the count is ‘over 300.’
They were coming at us so fast that G had to take over handing out stuff alone while I went crazy snapping and putting together bracelets. No pictures this year, we didn’t have a chance in hell of taking any. LOL! The way the kids went for them we could have had no candy at all and no one would have complained.
Good idea for next year.
You all have a good one.
Posted in Holidays
Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Glow stick, Halloween, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Trick or Treat
It’s Trick or Treat nite here!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Decorations up? Almost done. Vampire teeth, skulls, and bones ice cubes made? Check. Candy? Check. Lasagna ready? Check. Fancy Halloween cupcakes ready to go? Check. Wine and drinks ready? Check.
Well then, LET’S PARTY!!!!
Thanks, Annie. I needed a little retail therapy.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
My cardiologist appointment yesterday went very well and I can stop another medication now. I don’t go back to see him for another six months.
Afterwards, I had entirely too much fun. Annie and I went out for the day. We drove about looking at Halloween decorations on houses, then we went to several stores. Bad that Halloween stuff is on sale everywhere. Good that Halloween stuff is on sale everywhere.
Yes, I bought a lot of stuff. I finally bought a huge cauldron, I’d eyed those up for years. I found a light up scary pumpkin that I may turn into a great large prop later. 12 Ft. of fake chain managed to follow me home. A bouquet of black roses, 6 goth hair clips to keep my hair out of my eyes, two bags of mini bones for use with the Voodoo dolls next year, a black leather spike and skull wrist band, spooky skull earrings, a skull and fang bracelet, 3 Sparky T-shirts (one for The Curmudgeon), and a pair of PJs that have bull terriers and other dogs on them. Whew!
Then we stopped for a an appetizer, water, and a drink. We won’t go into that. Suffice it to say, I had them take my drink off the bill, it was that bad. Okay, we weren’t spending a fortune on food but we still deserved service as well as any other customer. Our food, a simple appetizer, took forever and our drinks took even longer to get to the table.
A little window shopping after that and we were ready to head home.
You all have a good one. I certainly did!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Family, Halloween, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
I hate wireless crap!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I am not amused today. I spent well over two hours trying to get my printer to talk to both my desk top and lap top computers. It still refuses. I don’t know what they are fighting over, an affair with another printer? I don’t think so. Is my printer in some sort of snit over something the computers or wireless router said? Maybe.
All I know is, I am a writer, I need my printer to work, and it isn’t working. I walked through the Verizon In home Agent app. and that lying piece of crap is no help what-so-ever! I am mere seconds from throwing the printer through a wall.
No, that threat didn’t help, the printer still refuses to talk to my computers. Wireless, a real pain in the ass piece of crap technology for the masses to hate. Even my wireless mouse is crap good thing it’s only for my lap top. I had a wireless keyboard and got rid of it. I like my hard-wired keyboard.
You all have a good one. I imagine I will once I take a sledge-hammer to my printer. 😀
Posted in #*%$!! Electronics!
Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Home, Humor, Life, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Another disappointing night… and a few notes
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I can’t believe that I looked suspicious to somebody as I stood outside looking at the sky. Okay, it could’ve been the black hoodie with the Voodoo doll on it that caused the problem. 😀 I kid you of course. I was disappointed again tonight even with the crystal clear sky I could not see even one meteor. I could see Orion but not one meteor.
Is it just me, or do all Pez candies taste stale? And why do I still like them anyway?
I find that I sometimes get a kick out of the spammers. Akismet does a great job catching them and keeping them from being a pain in the Astrix. I love reading some of the comments they leave behind and often wonder how they think anyone would fall for the BS. I especially love when they call me ‘guy’ after all I do believe if they actually read this stuff they’d know I was female. Right?
You all have a good one!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Disability, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Orionid, Pez, Writer
Dang it, can’t see the meteor shower.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I often wish I could hit a switch and turn out many of the lights that we have here in the city. I really wanted to watch the meteor shower but we have so much light pollution that it is impossible to see anything but the brightest stars.
I truly miss living in the boonies at times like this. In fact, this is when I whine to The Curmudgeon about needing to hit the lottery so we can move out-of-town. We’d never have the $$$ to move otherwise.
To those of you who have a lovely night-time sky, think of me when you look up at all those stars, and send me some lottery winning vibes. 😀
You all have a good one!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Doggoned, Life, Light pollution, Love, Meteor shower, Multiple Sclerosis, Orionid, Writer
Gavin and Patty tell their side.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
**Gavin** We sure didn’t want to go outside yesterday, but Mommy made us. She was mean. She pushed us out the door into the pouring rain. So what if she came out with us without a jacket or umbrella, We say it was raining, we didn’t want to be out in the wet grass.
Mean old Mommy made us wait until five minutes after five to get our dinner. I scolded her real loud. Patty stood by her dish. Not fair, Patty went on a secret mission with Mommy and she won’t tell me about it. I know they went in the new car ’cause Patty smelled like it when they came back.
**Patty** Hehehe, I told Gavin that Mommy and I went on a secret mission day before yesterday and it’s driving him crazy. (Mom and I went for a walk in the park with Auntie Annie) Mommy and I couldn’t go for a walk yesterday, it rained a lot. She says we can go sometime next week except for the day she has a doctor appointment.
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Dogs, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Rescue Dogs, Writer
Finally got a walk in
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I wish I’d taken my camera along on our walk yesterday. Miss Patty enjoyed herself so much!
When we first got to the park, I did walk over to a woman who had her little dog off lead, I ever so politely told her that she needed to put her dog on its leash because I was getting my dog out of the car. My dog is larger, has a real problem with her dog’s breed since we have one next that she hates.
My dog is dog aggressive because she was attacked by a dog whose owner let her dog jump our fence and attack my dog. (I am sorry to say the dog was an apbt.) The dog didn’t deserve such a completely irresponsible owner.
Anyway, the woman at the park was very nice and quickly moved off with her dog. We met two more owners with leashed dogs, both of whom I warned about Patty’s dog aggression, and we gave them plenty of room.
The new collar proved to be very successful, I only had to give Patty one minor correction.
Miss Patty was worn out and passed out at seven p.m. the rest of night all we heard from her was snoring.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Rescue Dogs, Writer
Quit coddling the kids and give them consequences for bad actions!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I am tired of spoiled brats, bullying, and spiteful kids. I’m sick and tired of parents who think their kids are perfect and they can do no wrong. Sorry, I’ve watched your kids do horrible things and you were not anywhere in sight.
As a child, my bedroom didn’t have a TV, computer, and a phone. I didn’t even have my own room, I shared a room with two sisters. I didn’t have my own room until I was in the ninth grade. The only entertainment in there was a bookcase full of books. Still, being sent to our room was not the worst punishment. I don’t see being sent to the child of today’s room as a punishment at all unless all electronics are removed first.
We had a curfew too, “be within sight of the house when the street lights go on.” Dad checked too. If we weren’t right outside the house, all hell broke loose. School nights, we were inside by eight and in bed by nine. This was rough on a night owl like me.
If we broke the rules we got punished. Grounded, spanked, sent to our rooms, sent to our rooms with no dinner, required to pay reparations for any damages from our own pockets or by some form of physical labor–these were the common punishments. What did these punishments do for us? They taught us consequences for our actions. The worse our actions, the worse the punishment.
Looking at many kids today and how they act in public gives us a huge clue that ‘time outs’ and ‘using our words’ doesn’t work.
Being told to ‘go cut a switch’ by our Grandfather or Grandmother was the worst punishment we could think of on any day. It wasn’t so much the two or three swats we got from the switch, it was the process of having to cut one that hurt more. It especially worked well when you had a grandfather like ours who made you go back several times to get a ‘good one’ before the swats. And they were swats not beatings. Some psychological stress and a little sting on our butts brought us into line quickly.
It didn’t teach us to be physically violent with others. In fact, if we were physically violent with pets or people, that came under the list of the worst things we could do, thus the punishment was the harshest.
I think if you heard “oh, boy you’re gonna get it now” in your head when you only thought of doing something wrong, they were doing something right.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Oops, that shot that plan
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Some days, when someone you love has Multiple Sclerosis, plans change quickly. I seldom make plans to go anywhere too far from home in case he needs me in a hurry. I did manage to slip away to the Silverwood dog show for one day last week. It was unfortunate that our time was very limited there.
Yesterday was one of those make no plans because they are screwed days. The Curmudgeon had a doctor appointment. Early last week he told me about it and said he’d drive himself. Therefore, I sort of planned to take Patty for a walk in the park, because it was sunny, because I needed to get out of the house, and because I wanted to try out her new collar. About a half an hour before I planned to go, The Curmudgeon told me he needed me to drive him.
Sorry Patty, we’ll go to plan B and walk tomorrow. You all have a good one!
Posted in MS related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
For the love of dogs for fifty years
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I have been training dogs for over fifty years. Does that surprise you? It did me when I did the math. Goodness, I feel old now.
The first dog I trained was when I was eight years old. I not only had her heeling on a leash but had her and another neighbor’s dog doing tricks. We were very nearly a circus act.
I taught obedience classes for a while. Over the years, I trained a passel of Poodles in all sizes, a German Shepherd, a Rottweiler, and several Bull Terriers.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Dogs, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Rescue Dogs, Writer





