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Cherry candy…must be shared.
We heard you have cherry candies.
Want.
OOOO mine?
What you mean his?
This has to be mine!
Am I right? This one is mine? Back off buster! This one is mine.
Happy Birthday Aunt Alice!
This is my Dad’s sister Alice with her great grand-daughter. Today is Alice’s 93rd birthday!!! Big hugs and lots of love to you on your birthday, Aunt Alice.
A peek into the dogs’ life at Casa Doggonedmysteries
We had rain and with the rain came a lovely change in temperature. We are once again on the cool side and loving it.
Patty, as I’ve said before, doesn’t like rain. She’s afraid she will melt or something. Gavin doesn’t mind it one bit. It is fun to watch their differences when you take them out.
Patty will dash out under the shelter of the magnolia tree to do her business. Gavin doesn’t vary his routine no matter what the weather. Gavin is very set into his routines. One could almost say the dog has OCD.
If he’s not in his crate napping before 2 in the afternoon he is barking at me to make it so. The same thing with meals at the right time and bed time. Do not deviate from his routine. If you do you suffer his scolding. He’s a hoot.
You all have a good one!
It still takes a village if you can get the village to care
Years ago The Curmudgeon and I were a neighborhood safe-haven for kids after school. This was for any child in the neighborhood who found themselves locked outside with no one home.
This happens sometimes. A parent gets stuck in traffic, at the grocery store, or is running late and isn’t home when the child gets home. This was when we opened our door to the child instead of him/her having to stay outside in inclement weather, with bullying kids around, or when injured.
We weren’t baby sitters, we were a refuge when necessary.
Today we were one again when a neighbor’s child came home to find no one home, in ninety degree, humid weather. They don’t know us as the old neighbors did, and I’m sure he didn’t trust us. But I couldn’t bear watching this poor child swelter on their porch and called him over. I let him use our phone, sit in the AC house, and gave him ice water.
I hope his parents don’t make this a habit…
You all have a good one!
You could tell it was hot because…
The barking squirrel who scolded The Curmudgeon every time he went outside this past week was napping in the tree.
Now that’s a switch…
I seldom go dashing into the bedroom to awaken The Curmudgeon, but last night I did.
It seems that when I flipped the switch on the back porch to turn on the light a snap, crackle, and popping noise came from it. I knocked it off in a hurry and ran to my nearest electrician. Yep, The Curmudgeon. He actually went to school for it way back In high school though he never did make a career out of it.
He told me to not turn it on for the rest of the night and he’d look at it in the morning.
Duh, like I’d hit that switch again after that.
Wouldn’t you’d know he forgot about it all day. I asked him if he’d fixed it at dinner and found out then. He worked on it afterwards. I carried a bar stool out there for him, helped remove the screws, and left the rest for him to do. I do not like to play with electricity.
Now when I turn on the light out there I don’t hear all sorts of bad noises. Yay, for The Curmudgeon on fixing it.
You all have a good one!
English: General Electric Mercury switch circa 1960 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Lost in the house somewhere…
Last Halloween I couldn’t find this prop. It seems I put it away the year before somewhere safe. Now you all know how that goes…
I decided that now is the time to start looking for it for this year. If I’m lucky I’ll find it in time for Trick or treat night. You all have a good one.
HGTV, stop it already with the Stepford McMansion people, please.
English: Logo for Home & Garden Television (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Does anyone else think that the people on HGTV are a bunch of spoiled, egotistical, brats? I am so tired of seeing these over-privileged, over-paid, stinkers go house hunting, where they pick these over-priced McMansions to pieces.
“The paint color is awful” So paint it, you freaking idiot. “I don’t like the carpets.” Duh, can you not tear them up? Have you no eyes to
see past the cosmetics? The freaking house is huge and beyond gorgeous.
Holy crap people, I’d love to have half the house. I’d love even more to see them try to live in this house. Hahaha! I’d bet not one of them could make it a week. It takes courage to live in a normal, average person’s home.
Don’t get me started on the international house hunter program. ROFLMAO! To me it is more of a comedy show than anything else.
I’d kill to have one of these programs come in and make this place more functional and do the needed repairs. Does anyone want to redo my back yard, fill in the pond, and level the whole thing? Yeah, that would be too much of a miracle.
Hey, HGTV why not show us real people who have eyes and a modicum of common sense? No wonder I quit watching that channel a while ago.
You all have a good one!
Where are they today?
The Curmudgeon was waxing sentimental this past evening, dragging me with him back to high school, a place I would just as soon forget. Only good that ever came out of that place was him.
Anyway, he was talking about old friends and started to wonder what had happened to some of them. Others we already know about or he talks to them still. One friend in particular stood out in those he had no idea what had happened to them.
I decided to try to find out. Wouldn’t you know, I found him on Facebook. I friended him and am hoping he replies. I can’t wait to see The Curmudgeon’s face when I say, “Hey, remember so and so? Well, I found him.”
Maybe I’ll be able to get The Curmudgeon to start his own Facebook page.
Another day
The Curmudgeon had a slightly better day. He was able to walk with the walker. I didn’t have to help him up from the floor. It’s a good thing too.
My back is a shambles again. I didn’t go grocery shopping as planned, instead I spent as much time seated as possible.
I hope to stop and grab a few major items we need while I’m out with G today. Maybe we’ll even squeeze in a farmers market stop before we go home. G is driving, we are going to place she likes, and I have no idea where it is. LOL! Nothing like a mystery trip.
Now it’s time for me to go fire up my Kindle. You all have a good one.
Welcome to our world
The Curmudgeon’s bad days are coming closer together, rougher, and faster. Yesterday was bad enough to make me want to pack up my van, grab the dogs, and run. Other solutions passed through my brain too. Not one of them was anything I’d act on, but I can’t lie and say they weren’t thought of at least once.
If anyone tells you there is help available out there, only believe it if you have barrels of money. For those of us living a tad above the poverty level, it’s another whole world.
While trying to help him, I threw my back out again. Managed to scream at him like a harridan and hate myself for it.
He needs me kind, calm, and loving but I can’t seem to get to that place any more. I’m over tired, over stressed, and I don’t know what all. I don’t like myself very much at the moment.
No one was home in the neighborhood and he didn’t want me to call 911 for help. I managed to find my neighbor’s youngest son and he tried to give us a hand.
This is secondary progressive MS folks. It doesn’t get any better, it only gets worse.
You all have a good one. I’m going to have a glass of wine or a dirty vodka martini.
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