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Picture day …again…yes, I am lazy
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This what happens when The Curmudgeon tries to eat toast…er…well, tries to eat anything.
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Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
If I put it here, it won’t get lost….
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I am one of those people. I put things away in a safe place where I’d be sure to find them, and can never find them again.
It’s as if there’s a black hole for things like that. I put a paper away a week or so ago, thinking I will remember where I put this. Nope. It didn’t happen. Again. I have torn the house apart many times over for many days and still haven’t found that one piece of paper and it is driving me crazy.
Yeah, I know…it’s a very short drive.
Does anyone else do this?
You all have a good one!
Bits and pieces
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So now we wait for the results of the MRIs he had yesterday, and The Curmudgeon goes back for the longer EEGs in February. The waiting is the hardest part.
Next week is G’s 70th birthday. We must figure out some way to make it magnificent for her. I know I am going to kidnap her and take her out to lunch…
The pups are not happy with the cooler weather although they do seem pleased that we had sun yesterday for the first time in ages.
I lost two pounds. Yay!!!
You all have a good one!
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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Two dogs addicted to banana chips!
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Daddy, what do we smell on your breath?
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Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Rescue Dogs, Writer
On getting older…
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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!
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Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Humor, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
A day on the phone = frustration.
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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!
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Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Eleven years old and Gavin still needs training…
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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!
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Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
The tale continues…
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“Hey the tower.” A voice broke the silence.
“Who are you?” Mavelle dug the dagger from under her cloak with her free hand.
“Name’s Cragger. I’m a peddler of sorts. I was looking for shelter when I smelled your smoke.”
“Come to where I can see you.” She threw some wood on her dying fire.
A very small of stature man stepped in front of the cave entrance. “Are you a Dunningham dwarf?” She asked.
Cragger bowed, sweeping his arm out wide. “One and the same, peddler by trade, I am.”
“Isn’t that unusual for a mining race?”
“A bit, but the miners need supplies and trinkets. My line is a long line of peddlers back thirty-two generations. If I may come close to your warm fire I will tell you our story.”
Mavelle gasped. “My manners, where are my manners? Certainly Cragger, come warm yourself, and welcome.
The dwarf entered the narrow cavern and sat near the fire. “Thank you, after I came across a pack of wolves tearing into those bodies I was afraid to stay in the open. What do I call you, young lady?”
Mavelle found it odd that any man would admit a fear but liked that he had. She warmed to the man. “Mavelle, call me Mavelle, please.” With a tentative smile she asked, “What is the story you would tell me?”
Cwazy sort of day…
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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!
Yes, it’s to be continued again…
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Once she was sure she was out of sight, she relaxed a bit, eased her hold on McDougal’s collar, and let loose with a gut-wrenching groan.
“How could she!” Mavelle raised her hands skyward. “Is the stone ogre even real?”
The implications were horrible. Had Sarah plotted with the soldiers to kidnap Lovena? Had they faked the ogre? How does one fake a stone ogre attack? She knew she should go back to the palace and tell her parents but wondered if they would believe her accusation of her sister. Besides, if she went back no one would be there to save Lovena.
“McDougal, you stay here.” She pulled the crystal knife from her pack, gripping it tightly she crept back to where she could see the ruins, hear what was going on, and yet not be seen.
“Dig there.” Sarah pointed to a section of stone floor in the ruins. “The entrance should be under there.”
“What if it comes back?” One soldier asked.
“If it comes back we kill it. It didn’t notice us tracking it.”
The sound of falling rocks made everyone stop what they were doing and listen.
“There’s no way to kill one of them.” The soldier dropped his shovel. “I’m out of here.”
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Tags: Author, Craft of writing, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
The fairy tale will continue later…
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In loving memory, Mom
7/31/1915–1/1/2007
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Once upon a time a long, long time ago…
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Once upon a time a long, long time ago there lived a widowed king, he had three daughters. The eldest had raven hair, milk white skin, and was beautiful as one could be on the outside. Inside, her heart was as cold as ice and hard as iron. She thought the world owed her and expected to collect any day. They called her Sarah for the princess she was.
The middle daughter had wild red tresses, sunburned skin, and freckles. She was not fair of face but her heart was as warm as the sun, as soft as goose down, and as strong as it should be. She enjoyed being close to nature and held all life precious. They named her Mavelle, their little songbird.
The youngest daughter had beautiful blonde hair, the most gorgeous brown eyes you ever saw, and no face was fairer in all the land. Her heart was kind and as delicate as porcelain. She loved everyone she ever met. Her name came easy, Lovena, the joy of all who met her.
One night a stone ogre stole the youngest princess from her bed. The king’s knights searched far and wide but couldn’t find a trace of her.
There came a day where the king offered his kingdom as reward for finding his beloved youngest daughter. The eldest daughter, not out of kindness but out of a greedy quest for acclaim and the throne, asked her father if she could try to search for her missing sister. Her father begged her not to go saying he couldn’t bear to lose another daughter. She laughed at him and said, “Father, I am smarter than your all knights and I will bring her back. When I do, everyone will bow down to me and call me Queen.”
She took two knights who were under her sway with her and off she went. First, she went to the old crone who lived in the woods. She had her men drag the woman out of her hut and hold a sword to her throat. “Tell me how to find my sister and defeat the ogre so I can be queen.”
The Crone held up her hands and besought the cruel girl to let her go that she knew not how to find the sister or how to defeat the ogre.
“Cut her. Make her bleed and cry so that she tells me.” The cruel princess told her men.
“I know not. I cannot tell you what I know not. Perhaps the wizard of the swamp can tell you.”
They left the Crone bleeding and sobbing... to be continued
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