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Easy day…where?
Warmer weather, melting snow, and plenty of mud to track into the kitchen. The dogs are in their glory.
Too much to do this week to worry about things like mopping the kitchen floor, grocery shopping, taking G for her PT at 10 a.m., Lucy to the vet for a check up and shot Thursday evening, and hoping to squeeze in getting some laundry done somewhere in there.
I already started the week with getting my glasses fixed, picking up medication for Gavin, and a pharmacy run for The Curmudgeon.
Twisted my knee tripping over Gavin which put off everything I wanted to get done yesterday. Fun. Not.
Happy birthday to me…yeah sure.
Woke on my birthday with a lovely stomach virus.
If I wasn’t in the bathroom, all I wanted to do was sleep.
Still had to take dogs out every time I got comfortable.
Still had to do stuff for The Curmudgeon every single time I got comfortable.
Absolutely insisted I was NOT cooking dinner on my birthday…he ordered Chinese food. He gets points for that.
Still had to dish it up and do dishes afterwards.
No cake… as has been the norm for 40+ years.
At least there should have been cake…
OMG sort of day
G had to postpone her staple removal to yesterday due to the snowstorm. She had a lot of staples in her knee and was crazy ready for them to come out.
After we left her doctor’s office, we went to the pharmacy to pick up her antibiotics and pain medication. She needs a delicate, light pain med or she’s off to lala land.
From there we came home and got her back into her house safe and sound.
Then I had to load Gavin into the car and take him to the vet’s office for his suture removal. That’s lifting 65 pounds of unwilling dog into the back of a van and coaxing him into a crate. It’s also lifting 65 lbs out, back in, and once home, out again and up the front steps.
What back pain…oh, you mean that…
Then after attempting to lift the downed Curmudgeon into his bed too many times tonight, I had to call 911 for help.
The guys from the nearby fire station know the routine pretty well and I was happy to see the familiar faces of the guys who were so sweet this summer and went over to G’s to get the AC she had and install it in my window. They always assure me it’s no problem to come and help him up when he has a bad day.
I’ve not been the nicest person to him, mainly because each demand he makes of me hasn’t helped my back pain. And each demand he’s made has been as soon as I’ve settled into a position where my back doesn’t hurt quite so bad.
Seriously, if I hit the lottery I am out of here. I cannot take much more without completely destroying my own mental and physical health. I’d leave him with a trust fund for his care but I am not now nor have I ever been a nurse. Being a nurse was never my career choice. Never. I am not the sort of person who can do the job, it is not a part of my being.
I can tile a floor and walls. I can break and train horses. Train and show dogs. Write. Garden. I have the credentials for veterinary assistant. I’ve done retail management and all sorts of office work.
I have NEVER had the desire to be a nurse.
Anyone wanting the job is welcome to it.
Day 4 of imprisonment due to snow…
My apologies to Bill Waterson for using these, but they are so apropos today….and most of us here need the laughs.
Please go like him on FB and buy his books!!! He’s a genius.
Help, I’m trapped in the house with The Curmudgeon!
According to the reporters around here…we dodged a bullet with this storm. Yeah, 14 inches of snow is dodging a bullet because all around us they got almost double that.
Yes, I said double that.
My pups are aghast at the 14 inches we got I can imagine their horror at more than that.
My front walk, driveway aren’t shoveled. I am not allowed to do that and our snow clearing gal has a large customer base so we will get done sooner or later.
My back steps and a small spot are cleared for the dogs. I managed to throw my back out doing that too.
The dogs aren’t thrilled with their tiny space to go but that’s too bad.
Our street is not plowed and a mess. I don’t know how the heck I am going to get G to her appointment on Friday.
I hate this weather.
Well, it’s here…
We are in the middle of a blizzard.
I hate snow.
I want a nice warm beach. No snow.
Lucy hates snow.
She wants a nice warm beach too.
Chances of us ever living on a beach are = to our chances of winning the lottery.
Snow….oh no!
Not looking forward to the approaching winter storm with its 8 to 18 inches of snow. We are told it should arrive sometime after 8:30 p.m.
Well, that train jumped the track
I can’t remember what I’d planned to write about.
Why?
Because WordPress screwed with the *write page again and completely threw me for a loop.
Thanks a lot guys.
The last *improvement* was not an improvement and you’ve made it worse.
Frito casserole is what was for dinner
- 3 cups Fritos corn chips
- 1 onion, chopped
- 1 (19 ounce) can chili
- 1 cup grated cheddar or Mexican blend cheeses
This is what happens when you see a large display of Fritos, upon entering a store, when you haven’t been able to find Fritos other than in tiny bags for years.
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