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Happy Birthday my dear.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I took The Curmudgeon out to dinner last evening. We went to a Red Robin. (http://www.redrobin.com/) This was his choice. As we got settled in our booth, I told our lovely server that it was The Curmudgeon’s 60th birthday.
We enjoyed a wonderful dinner. I love not having to cook and do dishes.
When we finished eating, the table was suddenly surrounded by servers and a large, fuzzy Robin. A sundae with party sprinkles and chocolate syrup landed in front of him. Hands were clapped and their version of happy birthday made The Curmudgeon smile.
He gamely dug his way through the sundae…when we got to the car, he thanked me. Said it was fun. 😀
You all have a good one!
Posted in Misc
Tags: Author, Birthday, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
On getting older…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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!
Posted in Jokes
Tags: Author, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Humor, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Simple cooking
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I am by no means a poor cook. Lately, however, I have become a lazy cook. I am making more quick fresh meals and more crock pot meals.
Last night I made pan-seared, pounded turkey cutlets seasoned with garlic and basil. I served that with a home-made cheesy pasta side and sugar pea pods. Tonight I will have roast beef, carrots, potatoes, and gravy. All from my crock pot.
As The Curmudgeon says, he’ll never starve. He also tells people, that 99% of what I cook is delicious. There is that 1% of experimental dishes that fail but I think it’s a good record.
You all have a good one!
A day on the phone = frustration.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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!
Posted in MS related
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Yes, it’s to be continued again…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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.”
Posted in My blog
Tags: Author, Craft of writing, Doggoned, Family, Fiction, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
The fairy tale will continue later…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
In loving memory, Mom
7/31/1915–1/1/2007
Posted in In memory of...
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Once upon a time a long, long time ago…cont’d again
Posted by doggonedmysteries
Mavelle walked to the small window and tried to see in but the glass was thick and opaque. The strange little window was in a low wall that swerved away from her at an angle and ended under a wide expanse of mangled stone flooring.
“Not above, behind and not in front. That makes no sense.” Mavelle traced the edges of the walls all of them angled away in strange directions. She picked up a thick branch and began to dig in the soil in front of the window, only to hit solid bedrock.
McDougal began to growl a deep rumble in the body savage growl. She stopped what she was doing and listened. She heard voices and footsteps approaching from the far side of the ruins. With a hand signal to McDougal for silence, she grabbed his collar, led him to a sheltered spot, and they hid.
She heard her sister Sarah’s voice and almost broke cover. That is until she heard what her sister had to say. “No, you will kill her as I said. My father will be heartbroken but will still give me the kingdom. We will have riches and power.”
Mavelle couldn’t hear the soldier’s reply but didn’t care. She couldn’t allow her sister’s death. She had to act fast. If only I’d brought my bow, she thought. She backed away from the ruins staying under cover and keeping an eye on where her older sister and the soldiers were.
Once upon a time a long, long time ago…
Posted by doggonedmysteries
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
I’m in for a long night.
Posted by doggonedmysteries
It took forever for Gavin to finally go into a restful sleep and that only lasted for two hours. He had a rough day at the Vet’s. He had an allergic reaction to the first medication they used and had to have more meds to make the hives go away.
He had a tooth extracted, his teeth cleaned, a mani-pedi, a deep ear cleaning, wart and skin tags removed, meds, anesthesia, and various other fees all totaling a massive $670.00. OUCH!
He’s had to pee almost every hour on the hour and whines to let me know. Must be all those IV fluids. He’s getting fussy again but he’s doing fine.
You all have a good one.
Posted in Dog related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
Snow…okay…but sleet and ice?
Posted by doggonedmysteries
I can tolerate snow as long as it doesn’t get into ‘feet of’ depths… Or would that be heights? Snow is navigable. Ice, however, is not. We have ice. Lots and lots of it. My car is coated with it.
I am supposed to take Gavin to the vet’s early this morning. I may call them and ask to postpone it. I really don’t want to drive on icy roads in my new car. Heck, the way it looks at the moment, I’ll be lucky to make it out of the driveway.
Keep your fingers crossed that the roads improve by 8 a.m.
You all have a good one!
Posted in Weather related
Tags: Author, Bull Terriers, Disability, Doggoned, Dogs, Family, Life, Winter Weather advisory, Writer
Christmas eve snow…Gone by mid morning
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Posted in Weather related
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Snow, Writing
I hate winter
Posted by doggonedmysteries
It’s getting more and more difficult to handle the months of November and December. I’d rather sit on a fire ant hill than leave the house for the two months. I only go out to get groceries and then try to get enough to last until February.
People are more rude than ever before. It is depressing as hell to have to deal with them. At least I manage to deal with them on my own terms.
Watching the Curmudgeon’s health fail and not having any family close by is miserable. The only sister I have left and I are estranged because of her nasty attitude. All of my cousins have their own families.
The holidays were all about family at one time, but when your closest family members treat you like dirt, it sort puts a damper on them. My dear, sweet cousins try hard and I appreciate them, but the season is still very painful.
To be honest, I have no idea why I worked so hard to survive when I had the heart attack. What the heck did I do it for, is the question that often runs through my head.
Posted in My blog
Tags: Author, Caregiver, Disability, Doggoned, Family, Life, Love, Multiple Sclerosis, Writer
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