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I remember her…
There was a time where I was a nice person, a happy person, a person people enjoyed being around. I loved being around people and socializing. Always up for a good time.
I wonder where she went?
Lack of sleep made me cranky.
People offering to help but then backing out made me angry.
Being screwed over by immediate family and some supposed friends ripped the heart out of me. Disappointed me.
Having more work to do than the energy to do it made me despondent.
I wish I was the old me. However, I don’t see a return to that me in the near future.
At least I kept my head above the water…
Not much sleep.
Went to bed at my usual time only to have The Curmudgeon wake me a couple of hours later.
As a result, I spent the rest of the day in a stupor. That meant nothing got done. Every time I sat down, I felt so sleepy I thought I’d pass out.
I did pass out around 8 p.m. for a couple of hours after getting The Curmudgeon off of the floor for the second time of the day. He’s more ornery than ever and both times today refused to ‘let me’ go get a neighbor to help.
This, of course, results in me with a very sore back and enough anger to fill a void the size of the moon.
Bummer
Yep, bummer day. Back to having to get help to get The Curmudgeon up.
I love my next door neighbors!
Today Carlos came to the rescue, much to Lucy’s delight. She sure is crazy about that guy. After he helped The Curmudgeon she got to say hi and give him bunches of kisses.
Gavin got his greetings in too and showed off with a slow motion hucklebutt and a few bows. He’s a funny old dog.
Let’s have a long fall
Another good day here. Happy to have it for sure.
Although we do have another annoying neighbor–transient renter whose family has no idea how to live in a neighborhood. Music so loud it drowned out The Curmudgeon’s TV.
I have to listen to him bitch and moan. Then I get pissed off.
I apologize to my other neighbors for blasting the bagpipe music, but I thought maybe they’d get a clue. Since I had to holler to ask them to turn it down please and got ignored…well, it seemed a good idea at the time.
LOL!
I could stand this every day.
Less humidity made for more comfortable weather and a happier Curmudgeon who stayed on his feet.
A cool night meant turning off the air conditioner and turning on the whole house fan. No constant drone of air conditioners…pure heaven.
TV volume down low enough that I could hear the pups snoring. Nice.
Someone get me off of this rollercoaster to hell!
Another day of crazy at Casa Doggonedmysteries.
Yeah, one of THOSE days.
I’d just stepped out of the shower, dressed, and was heading down the steps when I heard Lucy raising hell in the kitchen.
There she was, barking and carrying on, bowing and nipping at The Curmudgeon and running away towards the doorway where I stood.
Of course I couldn’t get him up and had to bang on the door next door to get help.
Once in his chair he tried to give me excuses for not wearing his ice vest to take dogs outside in the heat or just waiting until I got downstairs since he took them out AFTER he heard me in the shower.
And that’s how my day started. It was all downhill from there.
I might have to release the Kraken!
And this is why I never schedule anything
The Curmudgeon had a bad day. He’d fallen twice before he woke me asking for help.
I had my alarm set so I could go grocery shopping. He beat it by a couple of minutes.
Once I got him up off the floor, I wasn’t eager to leave him alone.
I really did need to get at least a few of the items on my list that we were out of, so I wrote out a short list of things that couldn’t wait and made a super quick run to the grocery store.
The only thing that slowed me down was the cashier. OMG! She was slower than a turtle walking in peanut butter.
By the time I got home and unloaded the car, I was hot, tired, and very cranky.
I should have worn this shirt today.
How much longer can I use the heat wave as an excuse to not go grocery shopping?
I am still putting off my grocery shopping. The list is growing exponentially.
I don’t know, can I put it off another week?
I don’t think so.
Guess I have to pull up my big girl panties and drag myself to the grocery store today.
Today, I wasn’t a people person sort of person
No, instead I was extremely cranky and not nice at all.
Why?
Well, maybe because The Curmudgeon woke me, less than an hour after I went to sleep, to tell me he couldn’t move, had to pee, and needed my help.(I am NOT a nurse and never once ever had a single glimmer of desire to be one.)
I am not a pleasant person when I have less than an hour of sleep.
When I wake suddenly and go directly into a state of panic, I am not a pleasant person.
So when you block my driveway and I ask you nicely to move your vehicle and please tell your guests not to block my driveway. Yet, they go ahead and block it anyway. Yep, you got it. I AM NOT A PLEASANT PERSON!
I WILL bring Gavin out and let him pee on your front steps, sidewalk, and on the offending car’s tires. (Be glad I didn’t let him run inside your house as he wanted to do–leaving the front door wide open was an invitation to him.)
I will peez wherever da Momma tells me to pee. I luvz to pee!
I’ll keep house hunting …
For as long as it takes to convince The Curmudgeon to leave this area, I will keep looking at houses on beaches, near beaches, or within a very short drive of beaches.
Mind you I am talking warm beaches. No more cold for me. The last couple of winters have been far too cold, so cold that even my bones would ache.
So, if you live where winter is considered cold at 50 degrees and near or on a beach, please tell me about the area. I may take a look at the local real estate there.
I iz weddy for da beach life!
Can’t leave her alone with The Curmudgeon…
I thought crating the little dickens as The Curmudgeon went up to bed so I could slip over to G’s place would not be a problem.
Turns out she barked the entire couple of hours I was gone. The stinker.
I duz not wanna beez in my cwate I wanna beez on da couch. So dere!
I don’t like to shop. I’m weird that way.
I wish I knew why I have such an aversion to shopping. Grocery or other, it doesn’t matter, I don’t like doing it.
Doing it with someone takes some of the edge off for me, but still, shopping to me is sheer torture.
Could it be the spending of money? I don’t think so but you never know.
Are you a shopper or are you like me and hate to shop?
“You could go buy me a nudder ball Momma. I luvz dis.”
“You have two of those already, Lucy.”
“Butz thwee would be more bedder.”
“I’m not saying my sissie is greedy…oh yeah, yes, yes I am.”
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