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A new family member.
My cousin’s daughter brought her second child into the world today. Welcome to the world little Soledad Aletta Jeanne Hibner!
She is not amused.
Clotheslined!
On one of many sojourns into the wilds of Alaska, I snapped a picture of my baby sister Mary clowning around. I came across this in a box of old photos I found in the attic.
You all have a good one!
Almost ready for summer.
Wow, a sunny but cool day. I managed to get some more yard work done yesterday. Trimmed several small, low hanging branches from the magnolia tree so The Curmudgeon can walk under it without banging his head.
I’ve run out of yard waste barrel space so have to wait until after recycling pick up to clear out more.
Enjoyed watching the two frogs bask in the sun on a slab of slate beside my Pan fountain. They would sit there for a while then dive into the pond and go back to the slab. Sounds like something I should have been doing…Maybe… if had been warmer.
I dragged the picnic table out of the shed and put the legs on it. Put the end table out by the bench too so the yard is getting there. Next, I tackle the hammock stand and hammock.
I still need to clear out the vines from the back corner of the yard and next to the shed. Then I need to spray weed killer outside the fence.
You all have a good one.
That’s a wrap!
Had a good time with Annie at the Holistic Expo and came home with a gorgeous silver and amber ring, and a lovely amethyst geode.
When we left there, we were starved since we hadn’t had any lunch. We headed to one place nearby that always has good food at a great prices but they were closed. Dang, I forgot they weren’t open on a Sunday.
Decided to make a mall run then since we knew all the restaurants out there were open and I had promised her a decent lunch. Albeit a late one.
Found some new flip-flops on sale…silly ones, with pink flamingos on the straps. Skelemingos would’ve been more fun but they’d never have that.
You all have a good one!
flip-flops (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Play it or not?
Powerball is up to a record high. Do I buy tickets or not? I think I will, no sense at all in not giving it a shot. I never go crazy on buying the tickets–unlike buying tickets at the PW conference for baskets.
What would I do with all that money?
First, I’d buy a house that I liked near water ( a lake, a beach, or next to a good fishing river) not his parents old house.
Then, I’d hire someone to take excellent care of The Curmudgeon and the pups for a month while I go on a vacation to some luxury spa on a beach.
I would take care of my friends and my cousins.
I’d hire a trainer and get myself totally fit and healthy.
I’d set up a fund for BTs needing rescue and care.
I can dream can’t I?
You all have a good one!
The Lotto Powerball logo (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Malcolm, he was my heart dog…
Every once in a while a pet comes into your life and strolls directly into your heart to stay there forever. This is my heart dog. He lives in my heart as much today as he did for the thirteen years he was with us.
Thank you Maggie Burns for this wonderful dog who blessed our lives and sits forever in my heart.
Put the phone down and back away…
The age of information has become the age of rude behavior and apathy. Noses angle down and eyes glued to small phone screens.
Texting has taken the place of human interaction. Conversations have gone the way of the stagecoach. People would rather take pictures of violence and be the first to post them than try to help the victims.
If you don’t look at the world around you because your eyes focus on that little screen, you miss the world and all its wonders.
If it is important, they will call back or leave a message. Your phone doesn’t NEED to be on all the time. Get out, put the phone down, and enjoy this wonderful world.
You all have a good one!
Let’s see what happens.
A while back I posted a bit of a rude comment on the National MS society’s FB page.
I was actually surprised when they asked if they could contact me in person. I said they could.
I got a call today. So far it sounds as though they will try to help. We’ll see. We have yet to have any sort of help from any MS group. Once they find out our income (just above what they consider ‘in need’) and that he is secondary progressive and not relapsing remitting, they and any help offered tends to disappear.
It is still my opinion that all they do is take in money and do not truly assist anyone. I hope they prove me wrong.
The only thing The Curmudgeon ever got from an MS group was an ice vest and that was because of his neurologist more than anyone. I’m not looking for a free ride, but we do need some help because I cannot do it all!
After spending so much time clearing out his mother’s house, having the heart attack, and feeling so darned tired all the time, I fell far enough behind in my house cleaning that it seems overwhelming. If only the house were cleaned to a level where I could keep it up without feeling so completely overwhelmed, I’d feel very less stressed each day.
The fact that I wake up stressed on a daily basis, which in turn stresses him out, has become a vicious circle. I no longer smoke because of the heart attack but it doesn’t mean that I’m not tempted to light one every single day.
He can’t do much around here, he can’t even take the dogs for a stroll like he used to, with his scooter out of commission it’s a no go. His scooter came out of our pocket in total and when it stopped working the manufacturer never responded on repairing it. (Basically we were told screw you.) Now it sits in the yard collecting rust and weeds. I can’t fix it and he most certainly can’t.
Anyway, it’s another day of one foot in front of the other, trudge forward, and hope tomorrow is better.
You all have a good one!
Another day of MS fogginess for The Curmudgeon
The Curmudgeon was all befuddled yesterday because his routine suffered interruption by some religious idiots knocking on our door. It threw him so far off, that he forgot to take his morning medications, thank you very much you useless fools who knock on doors trying to force your religious views on others. Be glad I was asleep.
Once I woke up, I managed to get things back in order. I’m so glad I’ve taken to checking his pill containers twice a day to see if he took his morning and evening pills.
Yes, his MS is affecting his brain function. If he doesn’t do things in a certain order each day, he forgets stuff and gets all muddled.
You all have a good one.
Our hearts are with Boston
You can run, but you can’t hide. You will be found and punished for what you did.
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