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Booooooooo!

      Maybe I shouldn’t sit here alone and watch scary movies.  That’s an activity best done with company.  Especially on garbage night when all sorts of noises come from the street as scroungers try to hit all the cans before the four different trucks come through and do their pick ups.

     Yes, four pick ups here on a Monday night.  Recycling-cans and bottles by one truck and cardboard and paper by another.  Then there’s the yard waste recycling, which is almost done for the year, and the fourth pick up is regular garbage.  The creepy movie did not go well with spooky noises outside.

     After one bone chilling movie it was certainly a good idea to switch to something lighter.  Comedy channel here I come.

     You all have a good one!

Lovely Saturday

     What a nice Saturday.  Our hoodies arrived and they are perfect! First thing I did was pop them in the wash so we could wear them almost immediately.  Glad I did too because they are comfy and perfect for now with the temperature dropping down into the upper forties.

     I finally managed to bake that gingerbread I was going to bake earlier this week.  The house smelled wonderful and the gingerbread turned out quite nice.  It hit the spot for both of us and for G and her husband.  I took some over to them and managed to get there before they had their dinner so my timing couldn’t have been better.

Gingerbread with whipped cream

Gingerbread with whipped cream (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

      The gingerbread was a perfect ending to a dinner of scalloped potatoes, grilled lemon herb chicken, and fried green tomatoes.  The Curmudgeon?  Let’s say happy and sleepy described his evening.

     You all have a good one!

Updates for the end of this month

     G’s husband is home from the hospital.  They removed some intestine and part of his liver and will do chemo once his incisions heal.  Gina is thrilled.  The cats are happy, they sure did miss him. 

     After both Gavin and Patty had good check ups and their shots are up to date we’re hoping we have time to catch our breath and let our saving grow a bit before they need to go back again.

     The Curmudgeon still has bad days mixed with the good ones but we all take them in stride.

     My friend Elena is doing well, and delights me every day with an e-mail.

     I am trying to get back to writing but it has been difficult when my energies are scattered in all directions–I hope things are going to settle down now.

     You all have a good one! 

Patty is NOT a Chicken Dog like her brother Gavin.

      Patty had a vet appointment yesterday.  She was a good girl making me very proud.  Talk about a hoot.  She managed to suck up to the vet very quickly by giving her kisses.  Then she pointedly stood on the lift table and stared at the vet waiting for her to turn on the lift and give Miss Patty a ride up.  Patty is such a silly girl.

     Before she realized it, she’d had blood drawn and a shot.  All the while, she still wagged her tail and gave kisses.  What a difference from her brother, Chicken Dog.  Leaving, she insisted on stopping and giving all the girls behind the desk more kisses.  She had to sit in the car, in the crate and wait for me to pay the bill because her Daddy wasn’t up to coming along but she had plenty of patience for that.

You all have a good one!

Today’s news

 

G’s husband’s surgery went well, they got all of the tumor in his colon–quite a large one from what she tells me.  Now he needs to heal and then they will go from there as to what they will do.  Chemo was mentioned.  According to G they still consider him stage 4.  We just hope he kicks cancer’s big fat ass and wins.

 

I hope to soon be back to regular posts.

 

     Tomorrow my friend G’s husband has surgery.  They will remove part of his colon, give him an ostomy bag, check his liver, and see what they can do to prolong his life.  The doctor spoke of doing a round of chemo right away too.  I am burning many candles for him.

     We’ve been keeping an eye on my friend G and making sure she eats, rests, and, in general, takes care of herself during this trying time.  I promised her another dinner and some cheesecake for dessert tomorrow.

 

Sad, sad times

  My best friend is devastated, her husband was just diagnosed with stage four cancer.  I have no words just an overwhelming sadness.  A cavernous sorrow for them, our friends of thirty-nine years. 

     All we can do is be there for them as they need us. 

     My posts may become a bit erratic for time… please bear with us.

Blank blankety blanked

     It’s bad enough when I lose a word or my train of thought derails in a fatal wreck.  However, when I draw a blank on what to post here I am truly screwed.

     Banging my head on the keyboard does nothing to knock things loose either, except maybe a few keys.  Screaming only wakes the dogs and The Curmudgeon and makes all three cranky.

     Another cup of coffee…

     Yes, that might do the trick since the dogs and The Curmudgeon woke me a good hour before my alarm would’ve gone off.  At least the Curmudgeon was happy the furniture people brought a replacement for his new chair which decided to fall apart within weeks of arrival.

     I’ve noticed that this chair makes much less noise when he lowers the footrest…

     That’s all I’ve got folks, you have a good one!

No pressure day is nice

 

     I think we were overdue for a nice quiet day with no appointments, no visitors, and no pressure. That’s what we had yesterday.  A very nice day.

     The day before yesterday The Curmudgeon had another bad day where he went down on the floor again and couldn’t get back up without help.  Fortunately, we found out that it wasn’t just because it was his day after his Avonex injection day, but he’d also forgotten to take some of his morning meds.  Don’t ask.

     Tomorrow is my Aunt Alice’s birthday, she will be 92.  Happy Birthday dear lady!

     You all have a good one!

 

Gavin the chicken dog strikes again.

It wasn’t fair that I woke him from a sound sleep.  He was on his back, all four feet in the air, snoring to beat the band when I poked my finger into the crate and tickled his back foot.

“Want to go for a ride in the car?”  (No, I didn’t tell him we were going to the Vet’s office.)

He jumped awake all ready to go.  I don’t know why he loves going for a ride since it usually is to the Vet’s office.

Soon we were seated in the waiting room with him trying to make himself very small so he could hide under the seat.  It never works, but he still tries every time we’re there.

Blood drawn, shots done,  and soon he’s happily waiting in the car for me to pay the bill.  Another check up done–he’s fine.

You all have a good one.

Never forget

Be patient dear furry ones

I’ve had my heart stretched to its limits lately.  It seems all the Bullies I know are getting older, many have health problems, and many have left us in the last couple of months.

It’s tough when it is human family, and I have very few of them left.  However, when our pets hurt we’re helpless.  They can’t tell us if they hurt, where they hurt, or what is wrong.  It’s all guesswork and a sad state of affairs if we get it wrong.  Dear ones, we are trying to do what is best for you.  Have patience with us and our love that makes us cling to you.

For those who are waiting on the bridge…be patient dear ones we’ll be there soon enough.