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If I ever say…
If I ever say, I am going grocery shopping on a Monday…Stop me. Remind me I swore to never do it again. Never, I repeat, NEVER have I seen the store that crowded and so many long lines at the registers and all registers were open. Even the self serve registers had long lines. Worse thing is the parking lot looked almost freaking empty. Looks are deceiving.
If I ever say, I’ll remember that…Hand me a pen an make me write it down because there’s no way I’ll remember it. Tell me something and five minutes later it has fled my brain.
If I ever say, I don’t need any help…Don’t you believe it. I can always use some help. I am overwhelmed and under staffed.
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Cancer sucks.
Dear Mary,
Today is your 59th birthday. I wish you were here to celebrate it. My heart still aches every time I think of you and I still think of you a lot.
If things had gone as planned, you would be playing with your granddaughters and we’d be running a beach-side bed and breakfast.
I miss you every day.
That will never stop.
I love you baby sister. I wish you were here.
We lost Mary to metastatic breast to bone cancer 4/13/2001.
Just get along.
It truly is a wonder that we haven’t blown this earth of ours to bits.:
I play an online game and I see so many people taking quick offense that it shocks me to my marrow that we are still here.
It’s only a game and yet some people act like it is of vital importance.
No people, it isn’t. It is a distraction, a game, a lark. It is no more important than a dust mote in the sun.
Step back and breathe.
Ever try to catch up on sleep?
I have.
It never works.
Seems that each time I try to take a nap, someone, some dog, the phone, the doorbell, something… conspires to prevent that lapse into REM sleep.
Once that happens I can’t go there. Wide awake I cuss out the world.
I should sleep so well.
Not a morning person…
Never a morning person.
Call before 10 a.m. and you will either get a total bitch or a person who is completely disoriented.
All my friends know better than to call me before 10 a.m. and the smartest ones wait until after noon.
Therefore, for me to go to my cardiologist appointment every 6 months is not an easy thing to do. The latest appointment he has in his office near us is the one I always take and that is for 11:40 a.m.
This time they called to change it for an earlier time, by more than an hour, because he had to leave early.
I dragged my ass out of bed and sucked down a cup of coffee, took care of the dogs, showered and dressed, and was there on time. That in itself was a complete miracle.
The fact that I arrived wide awake and actually joked with the staff and him was unbelievable.
It won’t happen again in my lifetime.
Today’s Tee shirt
Gone for the day
On the calmer side today.
I had a dentist appointment and told him if he had any trouble while I was gone he should call 911.
You see my dentist is a periodontist and my appointments average out, at the very least, an hour-long.
Comments were made on my Technicolor hands and chin. Jokes were told about them on my part.
I climb in my car to go home and a message flashed up on my dashboard. “your key fob battery is low.”
Crap…I don’t even know how to open the danged thing. Tried Advance auto parts for a new battery and they couldn’t open my key fob.
Decided to go to my car dealer and let them help out. Best idea I could have had.
I love Rothrock’s everyone is so sweet there and they treat you like royalty even for something so small as a key fob battery. They not only sold me a new battery, but they put it in for me.
Rough day…
So glad I have good neighbors next door.
After having to call 911 once to get The Curmudgeon up from the floor and into his bed, I was desperate for help when he, once again, was on the floor.
I banged on the door next door hoping to get someone…The boys and S weren’t home. I was just about ready to call 911 again when V arrived at my door. She’s stronger than I am and soon had The Curmudgeon back in his bed.
Don’t know what I would do without them.
Happy Birthday to our Gavin…Born 15 years ago this day.
Lucy has it all figured out…
Or so she thinks.
Pizza bones, the dog loves pizza bones (that pizza crust some people don’t eat…I do but *other people don’t.)
I think she may need an intervention after she gets the last piece of crust tonight.
You see, we usually supply an after trick or treat dinner for our friends. This year I was lazy and ordered several large pizzas all with different toppings. Seems that I am the ONLY one who eats the crusts.
Therefore, we had a pile of pizza bones and dogs were both celebrating.
Lucy gets the last one tonight when she goes out. Gavin already had his.
She will try to climb up on the counter for pizza bones. Good thing she’s too short to get anywhere. LOL! It is comical to watch.
Got Pizza bones?
Day 2 after the fall
Sore?
Oh yeah.
Every single inch of me is sore.
Once you hit a certain age, making a hard landing on to the pavement is much worse.
Parts of me are this color.
Trick or treat night…fun. Falling not so fun
I managed to take a bad fall near the end of trick or treat night.
One of those days
The miserably cold, rainy morning was a harbinger to what the rest of the day would be.
Miserable.
I couldn’t get away from any of it either.
No escape.
The Curmudgeon was in a mood.
Not cheerful.
Some mall trips become adventures
G wanted to go to Bscovs for fleece sheets they had on sale. I was happy to drive us if only for a chance to get away from the house for a couple of hours.
We got her shopping done, put the stuff in the car and went back into the mall to just wander.
Some changes were made since we last were there. There’s a huge candy store with candy from around the world and bins of goodies.
Then there’s the counter of titillating temptations of tons of truffles. I wish I’d thought to pull out my phone to take a picture. Y’all would have drooled all over your keyboards.
I bought two dark chocolate candy squares. On of dark chocolate and sea salt and the other with chipoltes. OMG delicious!
Then I added a new tin of candies to my slowly growing collection of tins. A sugar skull tin!
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