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Wanted: new heart smart recipes
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I am still experimenting with new recipes. The Curmudgeon has so far only liked about half of what I’ve tried from the heart healthy cookbooks I bought.
Help, I am quickly running out of recipes. I downloaded another fifteen free cookbooks to my Kindle and only about half of those are heart healthy.
Do you have any heart smart recipes you love and men tolerate well? If so, please post them in my comments section to share with me and other heart patients.
Posted in healthy living, Heart Attack
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Doggoned, Life, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011, Writer
I’m glad you’re okay
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Things were in a bit of an uproar at Chez Doggonedmysteries. I was very worried about a dear friend of mine who lives in another state. Between my pacing, dialing her phone, and worrying out loud, The Curmudgeon and the pups knew that Mom was on the edge.
Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer and I looked up her local PD. They had four districts and I had no idea what one to contact, but they also had an e-mail address. I e-mailed them asking them to check on on her welfare.
To my great relief they did check on her and a nice officer called me to say she was in the hospital, doing well, and should be home soon.
WHEW!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011
What is your passion?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Everyone has one, two, or more things that they are passionate about. For me it’s The Curmudgeon, the dogs, writing, and my gardens.
I have no idea what I’d do without The Curmudgeon, he’s my life.
For over thirty years I ran a small, local Bull Terrier club rescue and I have to say I miss it terribly. However, I also have to say that I no longer have the energy to do it. We rescued and placed well over thirty Bull Terriers in happy homes and only ever had one bounce back. Two of our own dogs were rescue Bullies we didn’t place but kept. Sadie and who the Curmudgeon fell for like a ton of bricks, and our sweet Patty our last rescue.
Writing, I try to write every day, even if as of lately it is only blog posts.
What are you passionate about?
My gardens, they have suffered the last year with me being so busy at the MIL’s house, and with all the rain we’ve had–too much rain.
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011, Writing
Conversation with the monster under my bed…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
“You’re smaller than I remember.” I rolled over and leaned down to peer under my bed.
“You’re much bigger now,” he said.
“We’re you always that color?”
“Nope. It’s dustier down here.” He smiled a toothy grin. “You’re mother and grandmother kept their house cleaner.
“Yeah, well I never did claim a prize in Better House Keeping. However, I’m not the worst one around either.”
“True. So, what was it you wanted to ask? I don’t often make an appearance for adults.” He blinked his big red eyes.
“I don’t know. You came to mind tonight for some reason.”
“I’ve got kids beds to be under. If you you have nothing important to ask me, I have to go.”
“Okay, with us moving so much, how did you manage to find us?”
“That’s easy. We each have certain bed bottoms as part of our home. They’re like doors. You bed bottom was always the same door no matter where you moved.”
“Wow, how many doors do you have?”
“I’m not allowed to tell. Now I have to go.”
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Doggoned, Fiction, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011
When I buy a new car…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
The Curmudgeon says when we sell the MIL’s house I will get a new car. I’ve always had used cars never a NEW car. I get to pick any car I want. I’m not sure if I’ll go for a Smart car, an HHR, or another mini van.
I do know that when I buy a new car it won’t be silver. I decided that this morning when I looked out my bedroom window and saw that all but two cars parked on our street were silver. There wasn’t a single open parking space out there so that’s a lot of silver cars.
My new car won’t be purple either–I don’t like purple.
When I buy a new car it will, hopefully, have enough room for a dog crate in the back. If I buy a van I’ll have them keep the rearmost seat. I pulled the rearmost seat out of the van I have a long time ago and have no use for one.
My old van won’t be traded in, it is going to go to the neighbor over at my MIL’s who helped G and I so much with the clearing and cleaning. She needs a car. All she’ll have to pay for is the title transfer.
I wish someone would hurry and buy the house.
When I buy a new car it’d better last for a long time since it will probably the only new car I buy.
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Doggoned, Life, Post A Day 2011, Used car
Dang it, where did it go?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
(Thank you for eating my post WordPress. I shall attempt to recreate it.)
Life at Chez Doggonedmysteries is very exciting. The Curmudgeon went to bed around 9 tonight. The pups dashed to their crates, Gavin barked to have the doors close and covered around 7. Parrot dogs.
I am awake and working on a second draft of my post at 3:30 in the morning. WordPress ate my first draft…wow, high drama.
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011
And so today goes…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
It’s Thanksgiving. The Curmudgeon and I are going to enjoy a lovely dinner of roast chicken (he won’t eat turkey), sage stuffing, gravy, Harvard beets, cranberry sauce, and we have a slice of cheesecake for each of us for dessert. Okay it isn’t a completely traditional dinner, but we aren’t your traditional family.
After dinner we’ll enjoy a movie marathon of some DVDs we bought lately and hadn’t had a chance to watch yet.
The Curmudgeon will fall asleep in his chair with Patty. Gavin will be snoring away in my chair with me. I will be thankful That I get to enjoy watching all three sleep.
There’s something to be said about a very small family. There’s no noise, no pressure, and no fighting. How thankful can I get? Plenty thankful.
Posted in Holidays
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011, Writing
Another senior moment
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Earlier, much earlier, I had an idea and thought, “wow, that’d make a great blog post!” I didn’t make a note, should have. For the life of me I can’t remember what was so brilliant.
Is it any wonder that every flat surface in my house is covered with sticky notes?
They aren’t just my sticky notes, The Curmudgeon has his share of them too. His are far more cryptic than mine. For example, do you have any idea what sw=E4 Z22 2:30 means? Neither do I.
Mine are more like, livingroom rugs 11′ by 8′ and 8′ by 5′. Then there’s “Dn’t fgt Lot ticks.” Easy peasy right?
However, here I am writing away and I still can’t remember what that brilliant idea for a blog post was, DUH.
Posted in Writing
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Doggoned, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011, Writer, Writing
She’s baa-ack and creepier than ever.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I really could’ve gone the enitre year without having the Target lady show up on their commercials again. Please Target make her go away, she’s downright creepy. She’s the stuff of nightmares.
I’m sure I’m not only person completely creeped out by her. I’ve begun to change the channel the instant she shows up on the screen. Is this good advertisement?
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011, Writer
Crazy Bull Terrier day
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Take two bull terriers add a sunny brisk day and you have chaos. Gavin and Patty were like two three-year-old kids on a sugar, over activity, and a we-swiped-Mom’s-coffee high.
Hyperactivity at its worst. When they weren’t bouncing off the walls and each other The Curmudgeon and I were targets of their over zealous glee and mischievous mirth.
It was with great relief on our parts when three o’clock rolled around and both were looking for The Curmudgeon to go up for his usual nap. They were tired. He went upstairs, both dogs dashed for their crates, and waited for me to shut the doors, give them cookies, and cover the doors with their towels.
Five minutes later the snores coming from the crates were proof that they aren’t as young as they once were. They snored for two hours straight. I had to wake them for dinner.
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011
Leaf blower/mulcher works like a dream!
Posted by doggonedmysteries
With a yard full of leaves and not being exactly eager to rake them, I ordered a leaf blower/mulcher from Amazon a couple of days ago. It arrived yesterday. The Curmudgeon has one in the shed, but it is gas powered and weighs a ton–I cannot use it. I am now the proud owner of a Greenworks electric blower/mulcher with metal impeller.
I spent the afternoon outside moving leaves to the street where the city will pick them up. A few times I had a cross breeze that brought to mind the saying about ‘herding cats.’ I had to quit when it got too dark to see. Half of the yard is finished.
When I went inside, I had two dogs that were crossing their legs, doing the pee pee dance, and they were HUNGRY. The Curmudgeon was hungry too. Oops, my bad.
Another sunny day today means I’ll try to finish the yard…
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Doggoned, Home, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011
Never a dull moment and always a bruise or two…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I took a shower, pulled on clean jeans and shirt, went downstairs to have some coffee, breakfast, and head out to buy groceries and dog food.
In that short amount of time before I left to go to the pet and grocery stores, my clean jeans acquired muddy paw prints, dog slobber, and my shirt held some spots of coffee. I always look so fashionable at home.
I had four new bruises on my legs from Gavin jumping into my lap (thus the wearing of the coffee) and Patty had managed to squash my big toe in her rush to get to the back door first.
The dogs had my first yogurt since they’d tripped me and made me drop it. I got the second one to myself…thank goodness for baby gates.
Carrying in groceries would be a real trick if it weren’t for dog crates. Especially since I carried in a forty pound bag of dog food and a bag containing dog biscuits and two new Nylabones. Yes, the singing began when they caught the first whiff.
That was my day…How was yours?
Posted in Dog related, My blog
Tags: Author, Bones, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Dead, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Multiple Sclerosis, Post A Day 2011
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