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Happy Birthday my dear.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I took The Curmudgeon out to dinner last evening. We went to a Red Robin. (http://www.redrobin.com/) This was his choice. As we got settled in our booth, I told our lovely server that it was The Curmudgeon’s 60th birthday.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner. I love not having to cook and do dishes.
When we finished eating, the table was suddenly surrounded by servers and a large, fuzzy Robin. A sundae with party sprinkles and chocolate syrup landed in front of him. Hands were clapped and their version of happy birthday made The Curmudgeon smile.
He gamely dug his way through the sundae…when we got to the car, he thanked me. Said it was fun. 😀
You all have a good one!
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Tags: Author, Birthday, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
On getting older…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape,
so I got my doctor’s permission to
join a fitness club and start exercising.
I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors.
I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But,
by the time I got my leotards on,
the class was over.
An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and, second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart?� the preacher exclaimed. Why Wal-Mart?� Then I’ll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week.
It’s scary when you start making the same noises
as your coffee maker.
I very quietly confided to my best friend that I was having an affair.She turned to me and asked, Are you having it catered?And that, my friend, is the sad definition of OLD�!
You all have a good one, and don’t forget to laugh!
Posted in Jokes
Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Humor, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Simple cooking
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I am by no means a poor cook. Lately, however, I have become a lazy cook. I am making more quick fresh meals and more crock pot meals.
Last night I made pan-seared, pounded turkey cutlets seasoned with garlic and basil. I served that with a home-made cheesy pasta side and sugar pea pods. Tonight I will have roast beef, carrots, potatoes, and gravy. All from my crock pot.
As The Curmudgeon says, he’ll never starve. He also tells people, that 99% of what I cook is delicious. There is that 1% of experimental dishes that fail but I think it’s a good record.
You all have a good one!
A day on the phone = frustration.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Lately it’s been one medication scare after another. It’s bad enough The Curmudgeon’s cards keep changing along with whatever pharmacy that works with them, but then we get the phone call scares.
The service calls–robotic–at the speed of light it rattles off a number to call back and tells us it is important that we respond. Now I’m pretty darned quick at taking down a number but when I have to find a pen while the machine is jet propelling through the number, I don’t get the number down before the damned robot hangs up.
Thus the panic sets in because I have no idea whose medications they were calling about. The robot never said. Were they mine or The Curmudgeon’s?
I call the mail order service network. I ask is it mine or his. Well then they start with the Hippa regulations–look honey, we signed all those papers I can know his stuff and he can know mine get over yourself.
We are not incompetent, or incapable of taking care of ourselves. Neither are we doddering elderly mentally incapacitated people so do not treat us as if we are. Do not give me BS. Give me answers!
Posted in MS related
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Gavin the spoiled brat
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Gavin screams for his breakfast every day and I hear that The Curmudgeon is helpless to stop him. I have learned to pull my pillow over my head and block out the noise if I want to sleep in.
Gavin also screams for his dinner. Gavin loves food. He wants his food now!
Lately Gavin has started to scream to go out when I take Patty out before him on the late night out. You think maybe he’s a spoiled brat? I do.
Compared to him Miss Patty is silent. It takes a lot to make her bark. I think I could count the number of barks we’ve heard come from her on one hand.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Eleven years old and Gavin still needs training…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
A few months ago, I remarked to The Curmudgeon that it’s been a while since one of the dogs inflicted an injury on me. I spoke too soon or maybe they heard me and wanted to prove me wrong.
I usually take the dogs out after eleven at night. I always take them out on the retractable leash. After all, they are in their own fenced in yard, are they not?
Around Thanksgiving, Gavin started bolting out the door. This was not a good thing. When he bolted out the door he managed to hit the end of the leash with enough force to pull me off my feet. I did not like this. I did not like bruises and skinned knees. Thus, the sit and wait until I get out the door first lessons began.
Patty took to the new routine well. Gavin did not. We had a real battle going that I refused to lose. I had to switch him to a six-foot lead instead of the retractable to get my point across. We’re back to the retractable leash and he’s no longer bolting out the door on me. Score!
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
You have gummies on your breath!!!! Share?
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Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Cwazy sort of day…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I know a few of you were looking forward to another installment of the fairy tale, but after spending a few hours at the neurologist’s office and thereby running behind on everything for the rest of the day yesterday. I had no time to sit down and do any writing. I hope to remedy that today.
On the seventh I have to call into the courthouse to see if I must report for jury duty. I don’t mind other than I have nothing suitable to wear that fits me. I actually made it as far as Voir Dire once. They cut me though. I guess making the judge, the DA, assistant DA, and the defense attorney crack up doesn’t get you on a jury. 🙂
Can I help it if they asked me if cops were infallible? I answered truthfully–Are you kidding me? I am married to one!
This time I am not eager to go. The Curmudgeon has had some trouble of late and I hate leaving him alone with the pups all day.
You all have a good one!
The serial fairy tale…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
“Get back here!” Sarah screamed at the fleeing soldier.
The next thing that happened made Mavelle drop the crystal knife, cover her eyes and wish she had four hands so she could cover her ears too. The sounds were dreadful. When she opened her eyes again, she could see Sarah held high above the ground in the three-fingered grip of a stone ogre. The four soldiers’ bodies torn to bloody pieces and scattered about brought bile to her throat. Mavelle trembled with dread.
Sarah’s screams assured Mavelle that her sister still lived. The Ogre lifted the stone floor, dropped Sarah in the hole beneath it, replaced the floor above Sarah, and stomped off in the opposite direction from Mavelle’s hiding place.
“Oh, Goddesses. What can I do to get them out of there?” She gave a low whistle and within seconds, McDougal was by her side. His hackles stood on end and he growled deep in his chest.
“Easy boy. He’s gone.” She directed him toward the ruins. “Find Lovena. There has to be a way in.”
They crawled over lichen covered granite and broken marble. Searching for hours with no luck, she called a halt by the remains of a guard tower. Within there she found a covered section, not unlike a cave, where they could camp for the night.
Restless sleep came to her and along with it another vision of her sister Lovena. This time the vision showed Sarah asleep and Lovena pacing. “Sister, we know not what he wishes us for but he is vicious. Hurry, I fear we haven’t long.
The snap of a branch woke Mavelle with a start. McDougal was on his feet and growling. The wee hours of the morning brought with them, no light to see by, she peered into the darkest of dark. Mavelle clung to McDougal’s collar to keep him close.
“Hey the tower.” A voice broke the silence.
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Tags: Author, books, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Fiction, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
The fairy tale will continue later…
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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Once upon a time a long, long time ago…cont’d
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Now the middle princess, Mavelle had a habit of walking through the woods at all hours of the night and she came upon the bloodied, weak, and wailing Crone.
“Mother, who did this to you? Let me help you.” The princess gently aided the Crone to her hut. She washed and doctored the Crone’s wounds and patiently waited for the old woman to stop sobbing and tell her the story of her cruel treatment.
When at last she could speak, the Crone told the young princess a tale that she found horrifying. “Little one, it was your sister. So cruelly did she treat me that I refused to answer her questions. For your kindness, I will reward you.
“Mother, I need no reward, for what I did, anyone would do for one who suffers.”
“Anyone other than your sister, it seems. Now listen carefully. You must travel to the center of the deep forest. There you will find a cave of stone. Inside is a dagger of dark crystal, this is the only thing that can kill a stone ogre. It can pierce his stone heart.
The princess traveled to the forest accompanied only by her deerhound, Mcdougal. There she trod softly on bare feet following the deer trails to the center. It took some time to find the cave and when she did, she easily prized the dark crystal knife from its lair.
Holding a kerchief of her sister’s in front of her deerhound’s face, she begged her companion to seek her sister. Fleet of foot, the hound raced ahead of her for many miles only slowing to see if she still followed.
Finally, the hound halted, he dropped to the ground and whined. She could no more move him than a mountain. She sat next to him, pillowed her head on his back, and napped. As she slept, she dreamed.
Her sister, Lovena, beckoned to her and said, “Look below and not above, behind and not in front. Beware the heart of ice and listen only to one who is true. Hurry sister.”
She woke with a start. “McDougal, we need to hurry. Find her!”
Her deerhound sat in place and whined. He held up one paw and then the other.
“Here? She’s here? But where?” Mavelle looked around her. They were in the courtyard of a long abandoned summer home. Most of the home was in ruins but to her right and below ground level, she saw a small window. She would’ve missed the window had her sister’s words not echoed in her mind.
“How do I get in there?”….More tomorrow.
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Tags: Author, books, Craft of writing, Disability, Doggoned, Fiction, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer, Writing
Snow…okay…but sleet and ice?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I can tolerate snow as long as it doesn’t get into ‘feet of’ depths… Or would that be heights? Snow is navigable. Ice, however, is not. We have ice. Lots and lots of it. My car is coated with it.
I am supposed to take Gavin to the vet’s early this morning. I may call them and ask to postpone it. I really don’t want to drive on icy roads in my new car. Heck, the way it looks at the moment, I’ll be lucky to make it out of the driveway.
Keep your fingers crossed that the roads improve by 8 a.m.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Weather related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Life, Winter Weather advisory, Writer











