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Old habits die hard…
This is the cup I use every day.
This is my new cup. We’ll see how long it takes for me to go back to my old Harry Potter Cup.
UPDATE!!!
The lettering came off when I washed the cup. Nowhere on the cup or packaging did it warn that this was hand painted and not for daily use. I do not have a dishwasher so this was hand washed. I am so sorry I spent the money to have what I thought was a fun cup to use. Fortunately, the owner of Revell House will refund my money. However, it’s still back to my Harry Potter cup for me.
Some days you feel your age–it sort of smacks you in the face.
I met the doctor who would treat my husband and I for the next thirty-five years after The Curmudgeon had been going to him for a year or two. I had my family physician before then, who, after a family tragedy, quit his practice and sort of left his patients without a doctor.
Today my doctor’s son treated me. (I was in for my every three months check.) I swear this young doctor looks exactly like his father did when I started going to him. He even has his smile and laugh.
As I talked to his father while I was getting ready to leave, I could tell he was very proud of his son.
You all have a good one. And, if the young doctor is reading this, you did good kid.
The Doctor, by Sir Luke Fildes (1891) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Allee allee incomefree!
I spent an hour tearing the house apart to find the charger that goes to the new electric screwdriver I bought for The Curmudgeon back in December. He’s used the charger exactly once.
No luck finding it, so I went on Amazon (where I bought the screwdriver in the first place) and ordered him a new charger. This is not the first time I’ve had to do this with his stuff.
I swear I will one day find a huge stash of missing items. I feel as though I am in a game of hide and seek and I’m tired of being it.
You all have a good one.
Meyerheim: Three children playing “hide and seek” in a forest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Mr Doofus cracks me up
Whenever we sit down to our dinner, the pups are in their crates. They’ve done this since they first arrived in our home. (I have enough chaos to contend with all the time, I want my meals chaos free.) Below is what Gavin does as soon as I sit down with my dinner.
Patty just flops down and stares at us. If her Daddy takes too long (I always finish first) Patty will begin a moaning campaign to speed him along. It’s a hoot.
Some days, when I haven’t had a single thing to laugh at, these two pups will find a way to make me giggle.
You all have a good one!
Oh, yes! I want it.
Oh, if only we’d hit the lottery for a big sum. I found a house I’d be calling the realtor about immediately.
It’s not a new home. It is older than I am…yes, that old! It has gorgeous hardwood floors, wonderful bones, and character. Another plus is that it has a fenced in yard for the pups.
It’s not a big home. No, there would be no McMansion for me. I have no need or desire for that. I want a place where The Curmudgeon’s care would be easier. Where climbing stairs for him is optional.
This house that I found has everything I want. Come on lottery win!!! I’d ‘sell’ this house to the next door neighbors for a minor sum, they could use the room.
You all have a good one!
Mcmansion north (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Really? Does anyone NEED a house like this?
Picture day.
My big brother is an idiot.
What are you waiting for? It’s nap time.
It’s nap time. Close door.
Ahem, I said it’s nap time.
He has no idea that his big butt is in the way.
You all have a good one!
The memories a simple dessert brought
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The Curmudgeon and I had Turkey Hill Deep Dark Chocolate ice cream for dessert. We looked at each other and said simultaneously, “Gramma would have loved this! Jinx!” Then we laughed.
To say my maternal grandmother was a chocoholic would be putting it mildly. Gramma loved all things chocolate. The darker and richer, the better. Gramma taught all of us the love of all things chocolate.
The Curmudgeon learned early on in our dating that to give my Gramma chocolate whenever possible was to make a friend for life. I think he fell in love with her about the third time they met.
His grandmother was an evil, nasty woman. So to meet my Gramma who welcomed him into our home with warmth and baked goods was an experience he took to heart.
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http://allentown.craigslist.org/rvs/3971258227.html
This trailer is gently used and treated with love. The owner, my dear friend, needs to sell it.
I love you Mom
Mom with birthday roses 2005
Many years ago I began to send my mother roses for her birthday each year because I knew how much she loved them.
She died in 2007. Today would’ve been her 98th birthday.
Happy Birthday Mom. I miss you.
Bits and bobs
While trying to figure out a post for today, I tossed aside many ideas for one reason or another. (No one wants another day of how I feel, I’m sure. If you do, I’m fine.)
The Curmudgeon was gone most of the day so there’s not much that he can bring to the table. (Well, not so much as gone as he had his truck inspected and when he got back he took a long nap.)
Does anyone else want to go on a Diners Drive Ins and Dives road trip with Guy Fieri? Man, watching the show drives me into a food frenzy. (Especially after starving to death the past few days.)
*Giggle* You all have a good one!
After the bug hits…
Wow, that was a nasty bug that knocked me down and out for the weekend. Today, I have kept down toast. That’s a baby step. Even being sick didn’t stop me from doing dishes and taking care of the dogs and The Curmudgeon…Yep, I knew what I was doing when I laughed at my doctor’s suggestion of ‘get plenty of rest.’
I need to go grocery shopping since, like an idiot, I put it off last week. Who knew I’d get sick? I do know of a few new things to add to my grocery list so I have them on hand. Things like Jello, broths, bouillon, all those ‘clear diet’ things you don’t always have on hand when you need them. I would have killed for some Jello yesterday.
Then, there are the bland diet foods that I need now. I don’t have them. (Slapping palm to forehead.) Duh, I haven’t gone shopping.
Yes, time to resupply my pantry with ‘sick’ foods. Just in case The Curmudgeon gets this bug, I’d better do it asap.
I’m hoping my bug retreats quickly and leaves me in peace. My butt still hurts from the shot… LOL!
You all have a good one!
Mumma iz berry sick.
Gavin here. I toldz da mumma dat I would let you know she might not be writing a blog post for a couple of days. She is sick. Nasty bug going around here caughted her good. Auntie G tooked her to da mergency dogtor yestedday morning. I’m snuggling and being a good dogtor for her now.
You all habs a good one!
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