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Not sleeping through that call
I guess three days was the limit, the charm, the best I could get.
Still sleeping deeply because of the muscle relaxants so I was jolted awake to hear The Curmudgeon’s voice on the phone.
This time he was not down at home. No, this time he was down at the CVS.
I needed to pick him up along with his truck. I was not into the idea of making two trips.
Thank goodness for G. It was G to the rescue! I called her and asked if she’d be willing to drive his truck home for me. She was.
Hooray! One trip.
We arrived to find a police car just pulling in as we did. Thanks whoever called them, I really didn’t need to waste my time giving him all sorts of information.
G drove the truck with him in it home and I drove my van. Once home, I snagged some help from next door (thank you Kevin) to get The Curmudgeon inside and in his chair.
All this, I accomplished without the consumption of coffee.
After taking the dogs out, my reaction was:
Muscle relaxants the key to getting nothing done…At. All.
If my back weren’t so sore, I wouldn’t take the muscle relaxants and would actually get some things accomplished.
As it is, I take a half of one before I go to sleep. Then I zonk out until almost three in the afternoon and nothing gets done.
My back is feeling better though.
Is it worth the trade-off? I don’t know.
Dis whad da Momma wooked wike today. Hehehehe!
So here we are in fall now…
I still do not have my back porch winterized, no caulking done, no weather-stripping on the back door up. Nothing.
The front porch is still falling apart.
My attic is not cleaned. Hell, the house isn’t clean.
I’ve not rearranged one single piece of furniture in any room.
The yard still looks like crap as does the gardens.
In other words, I’ve accomplished nothing.
It sucks to not have any help.
A miracle
The Curmudgeon actually had a good day.
I woke late, due to taking a muscle relaxant for my back, to find that he went out and picked up the dogs’ medications and his own.
I was so grateful and surprised that you could have knocked me over with a feather.
Anything else I need to do?
Yesterday: Overslept, completely forgot The Curmudgeon had a neurologist appointment.
Deeply asleep. Woke to his voice on the phone telling me to get up.
Jumped up, adrenaline flowing because I thought he’d fallen again. Realized he hadn’t after my heart was pumping 100 mph.
I had less than an hour to dress and drink enough coffee to get me alert enough to drive.
Today, I have to run to the vet’s office for the dogs’ allergy medications.
Then I have to stop at the pharmacy for The Curmudgeon’s medications.
After running all over town, I need to find some time to sit down and write checks out for bills–if I have enough mind available to do that.
Then there’s laundry, cooking dinner, and taking care of the pups.
Not to mention that I also need to clean the house, go grocery shopping, and run The Curmudgeon to two more appointments this week.
Is it over yet?
This is one of those days where I truly do not feel like writing a post for this blog.
Beyond exhausted in mind, body, and soul. I don’t even want to talk to anyone.
The Curmudgeon makes my brain hurt.
MS so sucks
There’s nothing quite so depressing as finding The Curmudgeon on the floor unable to move but a little.
Due to a wonderful wedding, there was no help forthcoming from next door.
Yep, threw my back out again along with doing some damage to my shoulder. And still could not get him up from the floor and into his chair.
Had to go searching to find a neighbor who could help. As luck would have it, Fred was home and came to help. I hate to ask him because he has enough on his plate.
Running away to live on a beach looks better every day.
Oh My Dog!
I Lucy, sez dat da Momma shud neber beez allowed to shop unstupersized when da Howlaweenie stuffs beez on da shelbes.
She broughted home too much stuffs! Bad enuff she boughted me dat costumez last year but dis year she went too farz.
She sez she will put da stoopid pictures she tooked ob me in da new costumez later…for now enjoy last year’s costumez.
Candy security
Some idiot hacked my computer.
I have to take my computer in for repair. The Curmudgeon let a hacker in, how fun…NOT.
Not smart to piss me off so completely. I delved into all the ways one can curse someone. He (the hacker) has been cursed in all the ways I could find. Some were very interesting, they start small and grow.
Can you feel it now?
Trickle down theory Bull Terrier style
Lucy has figured out that if she bugs me enough when I am busy on the computer she’ll be put in her crate and get a cookie. Then, after she’s in the crate for a little while, she plays the prisoner with a tin cup (runs her paws down the crate door bars several times) she gets to come out again.
Gavin knows if he trips me while I am carrying The Curmudgeon’s lunch to him, he might just get a chance to snag a half a sandwich off the floor.
Lucy knows The Curmudgeon always comes down from his nap with a butterscotch candy in his mouth and if she barks at him enough he’ll give her a tiny piece.
Yes, life with Bull terriers is never dull.
Dis hat is too flat
A hodge podge of things to write about
Someone rudely trolled my page and left a comment that automatically went to my spam jail. Yep, if you don’t see your comments here then they obviously went to my spam jail for some reason or other known only to my spam catcher.
They were extolling their severe problem with my blog being rife with misspelled words.
While I am not always at my best (wide-awake) when writing, I do try to make certain that my spelling is correct. I admit that I do miss the occasional word here and there as I am human and not of their Godlike stature.
However, when Gavin or Lucy take over my blog, I cannot guarantee that any of the spelling is correct.
Visited with G this afternoon for a few minutes. I took her some straws to make drinking easier. I know from a couple of tooth pulling experiences of my own, that straws are a welcome item. She looked so tired that I cut my visit short so she could get back to sleep, which is what I am sure she was doing when I showed up at her door.
I intend to spend the rest of the night curled up with a good book.
You all have a good one!
And this is for all the trolls out there.
I keep him on my front porch and poke him with a wooden skewer when the person or situation suits.
I think we’re in for a long week
G is having a tooth pulled today. I’ll be over to see her afterwards with an ice pack and straws. Been there a couple of times.
The Curmudgeon and I both have doctor appointments this week. Oh fun.
I’d like to make a Target and a grocery store run. With a stop at the farmers market Thursday or Friday.
The yard needs a lot of work and of course I am the only who does the work other than the mowing where we have hired someone to do that. Just thinking of all the work that needs doing makes me tired.
I also need to clean out the attic, replace the window screen up there with something that can tolerate the strength of the whole house fan, and get some caulking done. There’s painting to do too.
The back porch needs a good clearing out along with caulking, sealing, and weather-stripping on the back door.
Sure do wish I was three people so I could actually get everything done I need to get done here before winter.
Sigh. And then there is this:
Doggonedmysteries 