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Need to find a handyman
What we really need around here is a handyman, not just for my home but for G’s as well.
We find we’re both in the position of needing to have things done around the house that we cannot do these days.
Our ‘oh, I wish someone could do this with skill and at an affordable price’ lists grow longer with each day.
Today’s Tee-shirt
If I had the wherewithal
I’d move to an island far from these shores.
I’d build me a small house on a beach.
I’d offer up my troubles to the sea.
Sending them off on the tides and let my heart be free.
I’d soar on the wind.
I’d dance on the waves.
I sing to the moon and laugh at the sun.
I’d bury myself in the sand.
Backing away from Facebook
I’ve reached the point of over-saturation. I see far too many tiny-brained comments that make me wonder wtf has happened to our education system.
So many jaw-dropping, moronic opinions thrown out there without a whit of sense about them scares the crap out of me.
We are in danger, as a people, of becoming the worst of humanity because we have forgotten so many important things.
Things like:
Humility
Compassion
Kindness
Humanity
Generosity–not just of wealth but of spirit
Empathy
Love
Joy
Service to others
Honesty
Honor
All the goodness that women and men are capable of but have set aside. Stop setting all these things aside and start to embrace them. You’ll find through these actions we can build a better place in this world.
I don’t need another time sucker
I live with a Time sucker. He tends to drain me of most of my time.
I am guilty of allowing a couple of computer based time sucks into my life.
I play two online games, I write this blog, and I’m on Facebook.
No, I don’t need to add more time suckers to my daily life. I have to set a timer to keep me from becoming glued to the ones I do have.
Today’s Tee shirt
As each day passes…
I am more and more disgusted by #45.
I find I am less tolerate of acts of stupidity by all people.
I keep wishing for a beach house and being able to spend the rest of my life there.
I cannot stand the sound of #45’s voice.
I cannot believe how low people can sink in their depths of depravity, cruelty, and traitorous cowardice.
If it isn’t fireworks it thunderstorms
Poor, poor Lucy suffers through another day of pure hell for her.
Fireworks to the left of her ….thunder to the right…
At least she manages to go hide herself in her crate and stays there until she feels safe enough to face the world again.
There’s no stopping Mother Nature but I’d sure like to shove a few bits of fireworks up a few asses and light them up.
Warming up again and more…
The Curmudgeon had to turn the AC on yesterday, the house was getting too warm for him to be comfortable. At least we had a few days where we didn’t need it on.
With July 4th approaching fast, we are suffering from fireworks going off at all hours of the night. EVERY night. Scaring my dog at 3 a.m. is not a nice thing.
I am ridding us of a bunch of coffee mugs. I have accumulated far too many for what little storage space we have. With sending 10 cups away, I did allow myself to add two new ones to what remained.
The Curmudgeon broke his favorite mug the other day and I found him a replacement and, at the same time finally found one the size and shape I wanted for me.
Today’s Tee
Better day
After taking a day low and slow I feel oh so much better.
The *cleansing effect* of the medication they give you before a colonoscopy is miserable but necessary. It is also exhausting.
I have a clean bill of health so far. 2 weeks until lab results are back but the doctor is confident all is well. Now I have 5 years before I have to go through that again.
They all liked my T-shirt.
She’ll MELT!
We had rain off and on all day. By night time we had pouring rain coming down at a fairly steady rate.
Lucy does not like rain. She doesn’t like it one bit, but she tolerated going out in the day time light rain.
Not so much the after dark pouring rain. No, I had to boot her out the door each time she wanted to go out because she’d stall out at the door when she saw the rain. She literally did front paw stands trying to keep from going out the back door.
Next time you bedder getz me a raincoat!
One of these days my back will stop hurting…
Trying to get things done when your back is completely screwed up is not easy.
I get a minimum done and have to stop and rest my back because the pain is too much.
Seems that just when my back was feeling better, The Curmudgeon fell down (he falls all the time and does it with skill so he seldom gets hurt) And he insisted I help him up.
Like a damned fool, I did, and out went my back again, this time worse than usual.
Opting out of all those e-mails loading my in box
Yes, I’ll sign your petition for equal rights, for justice, for anything I agree with these days.
However, I cannot donate even a thin dime to all your causes so please when I opt out of your e-mails, I am opting out because all you do is ask for money.
I still believe in your cause, I just can’t afford you.
Should have mentioned dinner first…
“Hey Luce, wanna go out?”
Lucy runs to the front door.
“Oh no you don’t. Time to go pee, you don’t go pee out front.”
She runs into the kitchen, as I reach to hook the leash on her collar, she does an about face and races back to the front door.
“Get back here!”
She bows.
“Come on.”
She saunters to the kitchen. I reach for her and she’s off like a shot.
“Lucy! Quit playing games. It’s time to eat and you need to go out first.”
Lucy explodes into a wild gallop, slides into home at my feet, and waits for me to hook her up.
Food. It’s always food.
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