Maybe I should start drinking coffee
Tonight was supposed to be the first day this week where I came home directly after work. Monday after work, dropped something off, Tuesday after work I went shopping, Wednesday I was suppsoed to go striaght home but I got lassoed into a retirement party for my boss's boss. Lovely woman by the way, had a long and interesting career in state government and one hell of a story teller. Long stories. Long, stories that would be great to listen to,say Saturday morning on NPR not on a work day when I was supposed to get off forty-five minutes ago.
You know what I miss about the television season? Boundaries! Rules! Direction! Discipline! You can't screw around or waste time or spend too much time at retirement parties for people you don't know because your shows are on! You have come home and get your chores done: feed that dog! make that dinner! empty that dishwasher! fold the laundry! and get them done promptly! There is no time to waste because starting at 8pm (7pm central) you have shite to do!
The long summer days suck as far as setting boundaries for myself but it also allows me to stretch those boundaries and get stuff done after work. I do not enjoy spending the winter months running errands over my lunch hours but I need to use what daylight I still have left after work to get Dogger walked but over the summer, I can get those same errands done after work and get my chores done and not miss my TV. I still like getting home sooner rather than later and Dogger doesn't like having to wait and I don't like making her wait because she doesn't hire out her wet-work. She gets mad? she has her ways of letting me know.
I don't nap in the winter. I do so much more napping in the summer. Its always a good time for a nap, I don't have time for naps in February! I have to get things done! I'm also so much more alert in the winter, over the summer I'm hot nearly all the time and that makes me lazy and nap prone. In the winter I'm cold all the time I have to keep moving just to not freeze to death, its hard to nap when you are afraid of losing your nose. In the winter I'm certainly not burning what little daylight there is by napping, I'm getting stuff done before my shows come on. In the summer it stays light forever, there's nothing to watch on TV so why not just take a nap? Sure! It stays light until what? midnight? Why not watch a couple of hours of HGTV and then take another nap!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Bigger Lots
A few weeks ago I was told that They are putting a Big Lots where the old Garner Wal-Mart used to be! This is heady stuff. I love Big Lots in the way I wish I could love Target. I would love to express my lurve for Target the same way I can for Big Lots, by buying lots and lots of stuff from them all the time. Target is for days I feel rich.
Thanks to Big Lots I have developed a taste for the finer things, Twinings Teas for example. Gawd that's good tea and if you can't even buy it at my Kroger! If I want to spend retail for it I have to go all the way to Harris Teeter and that's like going to Whole Foods almost and I've never wanted any tea that much. My great hope is that I will find boxes of Twinings green tea at my 'Lots once again.
The Big Big Lots officially opened this weekend and it is to my great disappointment that I forgot about it and missed the opening festivities. I imagine they handed out gift bags full of Israeli chips and Polish jam, Peruvian sodas and Jamaican dish washing detergent and probably 300 count boxes of Twinings green tea!
And I spent the day spray painting my railing! Oh! to be able to turn back time.
I finally got there, too late for gift bags but Grand Opening Week none the less. It does not actually take up the entire Wal-Mart. It takes up about a third of it - which is still gargantuan for a Big Lots store that are not by nature overly large - but it not technically a genuine Wal-Mart sized Big Lots.
The put a Big Lots into a Wal-Mart and it didn't magically turn into a Target . Hopes dashed.
It is bigger and brighter with shorter shelves than either of the two BL I shop at and at least at present, cleaner and better smelling. The greeting cards are nicer and there are more of them, they have brand name vacuum cleaners and record players and microwave ovens and enormous commercial grade George Foreman grills - which is nice but I wanted more stuff not a few nicer things. It doesn't have more stuff stuff than my BL. I don't think they changed the amount of inventory they sent to the store to to really suit the expanded square footage but instead sprinkled a few higher ticket items in to mark the opening. The real test will be if they still stock the vacuums in four months.
The wheat is easier to find in the chaff but no one shops at BL for wheat.
It seemed a little sparse for a BL. BL is always full of stuff, crammed together and crowded. It makes it kinds of an adventure really, you never know what might be hiding under all those just slightly out of date bags of exotic Chinese noodles, there might be some other even more exotic noodles hiding beneath than or some interesting German toothpaste or two boxes of very odd Dominican cookie product. You never know.
I went to an Asian market expecting a profound noodle buying experience but instead found the same noodles I see at BL. Really, even the varieties I don't under stand how to eat. If its weird and you can boil it? It's at BL.
I didn't feel I was at a better or a fancier BL. Slovenian branded canned peaches are still Slovenian branded canned peaches. I went to my favorite sections and did not see anything new and exciting, they did not have a huge selection of yard art or picture frames or chotchkies and while they did seem to have a lot of toys, they did not have the fairy costume selection that I would have expected to see. They did have appear to have more cereals and condiments but it might have just been the lower shelves and better lighting. Lets hear it for commercial design.
The furniture was over priced as it always is at BL. I would think that by the time its hitting BL the dream of making a profit is gone. No one wants it, there is something aesthetically offensive about the piece and no one is going to give you $199 for that bench, it's time to give it up and that lamp? Its cursed, you aren't going to get $90 for it. Give in and mark it down. It stopped being a Broyhill anything a long time ago its at Big Lots now. Let it go. To me for 85% off.
I did see a lady trying on a bra. They don't sell bras at my BL and now I am glad.
A few weeks ago I was told that They are putting a Big Lots where the old Garner Wal-Mart used to be! This is heady stuff. I love Big Lots in the way I wish I could love Target. I would love to express my lurve for Target the same way I can for Big Lots, by buying lots and lots of stuff from them all the time. Target is for days I feel rich.
Thanks to Big Lots I have developed a taste for the finer things, Twinings Teas for example. Gawd that's good tea and if you can't even buy it at my Kroger! If I want to spend retail for it I have to go all the way to Harris Teeter and that's like going to Whole Foods almost and I've never wanted any tea that much. My great hope is that I will find boxes of Twinings green tea at my 'Lots once again.
The Big Big Lots officially opened this weekend and it is to my great disappointment that I forgot about it and missed the opening festivities. I imagine they handed out gift bags full of Israeli chips and Polish jam, Peruvian sodas and Jamaican dish washing detergent and probably 300 count boxes of Twinings green tea!
And I spent the day spray painting my railing! Oh! to be able to turn back time.
I finally got there, too late for gift bags but Grand Opening Week none the less. It does not actually take up the entire Wal-Mart. It takes up about a third of it - which is still gargantuan for a Big Lots store that are not by nature overly large - but it not technically a genuine Wal-Mart sized Big Lots.
The put a Big Lots into a Wal-Mart and it didn't magically turn into a Target . Hopes dashed.
It is bigger and brighter with shorter shelves than either of the two BL I shop at and at least at present, cleaner and better smelling. The greeting cards are nicer and there are more of them, they have brand name vacuum cleaners and record players and microwave ovens and enormous commercial grade George Foreman grills - which is nice but I wanted more stuff not a few nicer things. It doesn't have more stuff stuff than my BL. I don't think they changed the amount of inventory they sent to the store to to really suit the expanded square footage but instead sprinkled a few higher ticket items in to mark the opening. The real test will be if they still stock the vacuums in four months.
The wheat is easier to find in the chaff but no one shops at BL for wheat.
It seemed a little sparse for a BL. BL is always full of stuff, crammed together and crowded. It makes it kinds of an adventure really, you never know what might be hiding under all those just slightly out of date bags of exotic Chinese noodles, there might be some other even more exotic noodles hiding beneath than or some interesting German toothpaste or two boxes of very odd Dominican cookie product. You never know.
I went to an Asian market expecting a profound noodle buying experience but instead found the same noodles I see at BL. Really, even the varieties I don't under stand how to eat. If its weird and you can boil it? It's at BL.
I didn't feel I was at a better or a fancier BL. Slovenian branded canned peaches are still Slovenian branded canned peaches. I went to my favorite sections and did not see anything new and exciting, they did not have a huge selection of yard art or picture frames or chotchkies and while they did seem to have a lot of toys, they did not have the fairy costume selection that I would have expected to see. They did have appear to have more cereals and condiments but it might have just been the lower shelves and better lighting. Lets hear it for commercial design.
The furniture was over priced as it always is at BL. I would think that by the time its hitting BL the dream of making a profit is gone. No one wants it, there is something aesthetically offensive about the piece and no one is going to give you $199 for that bench, it's time to give it up and that lamp? Its cursed, you aren't going to get $90 for it. Give in and mark it down. It stopped being a Broyhill anything a long time ago its at Big Lots now. Let it go. To me for 85% off.
I did see a lady trying on a bra. They don't sell bras at my BL and now I am glad.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
The cat is not in the bag
HA! Blogger I found a back door! I hacked Blogger! I can post and I can edit and I have all my little icon things back and I don't have to continue to eat my young.
Okay then.
Tiny E asked if I could bring over Baby Kitty to her house and I said sure! Baby Kitty needs the socialization and he genuinely seems to enjoy the kids, so its a win/win. Way before I left for their house, after I came home from work, I parked too far up my driveway - not that big a deal, in-fact a good thing as I park too far back as a habit and I don't need to. Anyway, when I was leaving to go to their house I went to put Baby Kitty in the car in his bag, we encountered some difficulties.
The car door was blocked by one of the legs of the car port and I couldn't open the door all the way. I didn't think this was a big deal, I could open the sliding car door and just slip the cat bag over the front seat and he would be fine.It seemed like a good idea at the time/ I could have just moved the car a few feet so I could use the door too. But I didn't. The "slipping" was closer to throwing the cat over the seat back and dropping the cat and his bag down two feet on its side. This was not heroic. It quickly did not seem like a good idea.
But I preserved. I got in the car and flipped the bag over and tried to put the handle around the back of the seat to hold the crate secure in case of a sudden stop. This proved "too hard" and how often do I have to stop suddenly anyway? Like almost never. "Almost" / About ten minutes from my house I had to stop suddenly and the crate and the cat shot off the seat like bullet into the floor board. Hard. Upside down and crumpled like a tin can. The cat was furious and I'm guilt stricken and freaked out at forty-five miles and hour. Brilliant.
There must be a law that you are never going to get the red light when you need a red light. Need a green and you will get there faster if you crawled there on your knees but need a red light and its non-stop all the way. I finally got Baby Kitty righted and back on the seat and he mewed sadly and kicked the ceiling of his box in protest. I just knew I would never get him back into his crate, once out of the bag, I was afraid Broskey and Alphagal might end up with Baby Kitty as a permanent boarder.
The children made Baby Kitty very happy. Tiny E apparently has the sweetest, most lick needing toes he's ever encountered and the most headbuttable knees evah. Nephy lurves him some baby kitty and Baby Kitty lurves to play chase with Nephy - never going out of sight, not hideing too well, staying alert but near by.
Baby Kitty had such a good time he let me put him back in his crate! and he slept all the way home. Securely attached to the seat, rightside up and uncrumpled.
HA! Blogger I found a back door! I hacked Blogger! I can post and I can edit and I have all my little icon things back and I don't have to continue to eat my young.
Okay then.
Tiny E asked if I could bring over Baby Kitty to her house and I said sure! Baby Kitty needs the socialization and he genuinely seems to enjoy the kids, so its a win/win. Way before I left for their house, after I came home from work, I parked too far up my driveway - not that big a deal, in-fact a good thing as I park too far back as a habit and I don't need to. Anyway, when I was leaving to go to their house I went to put Baby Kitty in the car in his bag, we encountered some difficulties.
The car door was blocked by one of the legs of the car port and I couldn't open the door all the way. I didn't think this was a big deal, I could open the sliding car door and just slip the cat bag over the front seat and he would be fine.It seemed like a good idea at the time/ I could have just moved the car a few feet so I could use the door too. But I didn't. The "slipping" was closer to throwing the cat over the seat back and dropping the cat and his bag down two feet on its side. This was not heroic. It quickly did not seem like a good idea.
But I preserved. I got in the car and flipped the bag over and tried to put the handle around the back of the seat to hold the crate secure in case of a sudden stop. This proved "too hard" and how often do I have to stop suddenly anyway? Like almost never. "Almost" / About ten minutes from my house I had to stop suddenly and the crate and the cat shot off the seat like bullet into the floor board. Hard. Upside down and crumpled like a tin can. The cat was furious and I'm guilt stricken and freaked out at forty-five miles and hour. Brilliant.
There must be a law that you are never going to get the red light when you need a red light. Need a green and you will get there faster if you crawled there on your knees but need a red light and its non-stop all the way. I finally got Baby Kitty righted and back on the seat and he mewed sadly and kicked the ceiling of his box in protest. I just knew I would never get him back into his crate, once out of the bag, I was afraid Broskey and Alphagal might end up with Baby Kitty as a permanent boarder.
The children made Baby Kitty very happy. Tiny E apparently has the sweetest, most lick needing toes he's ever encountered and the most headbuttable knees evah. Nephy lurves him some baby kitty and Baby Kitty lurves to play chase with Nephy - never going out of sight, not hideing too well, staying alert but near by.
Baby Kitty had such a good time he let me put him back in his crate! and he slept all the way home. Securely attached to the seat, rightside up and uncrumpled.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Curb Appeal
Originally not posted on 12/9/08 this was a way to remind myself what my new Christmas tree was going to look like so when I got all buyers remorse-y I would be comforted by what a kick-ass tree it was (is).
I did the single most thankless curb appeal project evah on Saturday.
On Saturday, I repainted my patio railing For real. The paint on the handrails going to the front door were almost completely paint -free , which is weird because I don't think anyone has used my front door since I moved in, so its not from over use. It looked bad from the curb because it revealed that the railing is made of el cheap-o aluminum and not actually pricy wrought iron, and it just made the place look unkempt. It is also in my best interest to make sure it is clear that someone lives here because the city code enforcement people are out in force and they will tack a yellow sign telling you your house is tacky and a mess and you have X number of days to clean it up or suffer the consequences to your door if they have any doubts of your properties occupancy. It would be really ironic if I got one of those because I'm pretty sure it was my non-stop bitching that got them out in the first place.
There are a lot of things around the front of the house that look a little sloppy but this was the easiest to fix and the only one that did not require a heavy truck and a tow line to fix. I am looking at you out of control, over grown, ugly, red-bud shrub!
Friday night I went out and bought a can of black spray paint, with the idea that this task was going to be a one can of spray paint job and the project was only going to include areas that really needed it - clearly forgetting that all home improvement projects no matter how small take longer and cost more than you had thought they would. This was no different.
The scale of the project was very small. Tiny. Two hand rails needed to be touched up. Emphasis on the "touched up" not repainted - and that was all I did until I realized I still had almost all the can of spray paint left and I didn't want to keep a almost full can of spray paint around because I think its a safety hazard, so I started looking for other areas that might need a little sprucing up.
Four cans of spray paint and another trip to the hardware store later and a whole Saturday gone every bit of the railing all the way around the front porch looks great as do my porch lights that even with a new coat of paint, I now really hate because they are too small and very ugly and not at all cottage-y! I have a curved door and a peaked roof I can claim Tudor if I want to and I think I want to claim Tudor cottage now and so the lights must go.
I am the only person in the entire world that will notice my labors, I even repaired the fallen handle on the front of the had rail that has been down since I moved into the house but still I am the only one who is ever going to notice how nice it suddenly looks. The railing is still black, it looks exactly the same except it is now more black, it is now all black. Very much like my lungs after inhaling four cans of black spray paint.
The postman might notice how stunning they look after years of being ignored but if I was the postman, I probably keep my eyes open for possible tripping hazards and stray dogs and not how awesome the railings on on of the houses my route suddenly look. I guess I could have gone with another color, bronze comes to mind because I think it would look nice with the bricks but in that case I really would have had to cover every inch of the railing and even in my gusto to tidy it up, I didn't hit every square inch, some inches didn't need to be bothered at all and some inches were too covered with plant growth to get painted. I do now have some black plant growth here and there but, well, it could be because it hasn't rained in a while. I saw some hostas once that had been burned black by the sun. Chilling really.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Skin so sticky
Okay, I need a plastic fork and change for a dollar,. Who’s going to help me?
This was somehow relevant but not relevant enough to post on December 13, 2006
I decided that since I'm temporarily not waking Dogger, I need to get back on the bike, at one point I was on the bike a lot. That was then, this is now. Its hotter now.
Putting on my big girl panties and just doin' it, I decided that I could ride my bike to the post office in place of Doggers seven something walk. I did this and it was such a not bad experience, I remembered that I had thoughtfully stuffed some cash into my cell phone holder.
I had money and I was more than half way to the Krispy Kreme. I was on my way to donut city and I'm rolling along and everything is down hill and the pavement is smooth and I am going 100 miles an hour. Life is good.
I arrive at the Kreme and look for somewhere to put the bike. It is now uphill, there is nowhere to park my bike and even worse : I do not have a bike lock. I used to have a lock for purple bike but then I didn't have a lock and more but it didn't matter because even the most junior member of the future bike thief's' of America wouldn't lift purple bike. Purple bike is was and always shall be a cheap piece of Walmart crap. Purple is a great bike and worked really well for me but even a crack fiend wouldn't see much to steal there. Purples' worth is all on the inside and it is very deep and gives selflessly to many, many green charities and oddly, the United Farm Workers. Its weird. it still aint' going to get stolen.
Anyway. I am not riding Purple bike, I am riding Black Bike. Black Bike is a much better bike, I remember spending what felt like a lot for it back when I got it back in the day and it has aged well. It might be attractive to a crack fiend. I'm standing there outside the Krispy Kreme and the line is growing and I if I didn't really want a donut before the specter of someone getting my donut is freaking me out.I am really needing a donut now. I leave the bike in a corner and hope that the good donut seeking people of Raleigh are so blinded by their need for hot, fresh donuts that they aren't going to see my sad unguarded bike.
After bike and I and my donuts get home, I go to Wallyworld and buy a lock.And some Glucosamine for Dogger . For those of you keeping track that means sticking my hand down her throat eleven times a day. Did you know that dog saliva is not a previously unknown skin softener?
Okay, I need a plastic fork and change for a dollar,. Who’s going to help me?
This was somehow relevant but not relevant enough to post on December 13, 2006
I decided that since I'm temporarily not waking Dogger, I need to get back on the bike, at one point I was on the bike a lot. That was then, this is now. Its hotter now.
Putting on my big girl panties and just doin' it, I decided that I could ride my bike to the post office in place of Doggers seven something walk. I did this and it was such a not bad experience, I remembered that I had thoughtfully stuffed some cash into my cell phone holder.
I had money and I was more than half way to the Krispy Kreme. I was on my way to donut city and I'm rolling along and everything is down hill and the pavement is smooth and I am going 100 miles an hour. Life is good.
I arrive at the Kreme and look for somewhere to put the bike. It is now uphill, there is nowhere to park my bike and even worse : I do not have a bike lock. I used to have a lock for purple bike but then I didn't have a lock and more but it didn't matter because even the most junior member of the future bike thief's' of America wouldn't lift purple bike. Purple bike is was and always shall be a cheap piece of Walmart crap. Purple is a great bike and worked really well for me but even a crack fiend wouldn't see much to steal there. Purples' worth is all on the inside and it is very deep and gives selflessly to many, many green charities and oddly, the United Farm Workers. Its weird. it still aint' going to get stolen.
Anyway. I am not riding Purple bike, I am riding Black Bike. Black Bike is a much better bike, I remember spending what felt like a lot for it back when I got it back in the day and it has aged well. It might be attractive to a crack fiend. I'm standing there outside the Krispy Kreme and the line is growing and I if I didn't really want a donut before the specter of someone getting my donut is freaking me out.I am really needing a donut now. I leave the bike in a corner and hope that the good donut seeking people of Raleigh are so blinded by their need for hot, fresh donuts that they aren't going to see my sad unguarded bike.
After bike and I and my donuts get home, I go to Wallyworld and buy a lock.And some Glucosamine for Dogger . For those of you keeping track that means sticking my hand down her throat eleven times a day. Did you know that dog saliva is not a previously unknown skin softener?
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Not posted on June 6, 2007. Clearly I had a theory.
Bush says Russia won't attack Europe despite rhetoric
http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/06/06/bush.summit.ap/index.html
Bush says Russia "not our enemy"
http://www.france24.com/france24Public/en/administration/afp-news.html?id=070605122056.2gv0lnu1&cat=null
The mayor of Farmers Branch wants to be my Facebook friend. I'm not surprised as we have 46 friends in common - which makes me wonder about the quality of the friends I have on facebook.
I only friend people I was friends with or were in my kindergarten class, that's my official cut off. Okay, if you were friends with someone I was friends with, or if we had a class together or we went to the same junior high or if I worked with you or work with you, or if I read your blog, or I voted for you, or if I kind of knew someone who kind of knew you or if we went to college together. But that's it. I don't just friend anybody.
I would think the mayor of Farmers Branch would remember that I have sent him hate mail in the past and I might not want to be friends with him. I would assume a bottom dwelling, scum sucking bigot like himself gets a lot of hate mail and can't be expected to remember everyone who has told him to go to hell, but from there I got less friendly and more specific about how I felt about the pogrom he was instituting . My name should be on a list somewhere but not on his list of FRIENDS. I don't friend people I've sent signed hate mail to so I pushed the ignore button with a great deal of spite and I'm sure it came through.
If I get a second request, I might have to tell him to go to hell again.
Speaking of things that left a bad taste in my mouth, Bitter Apple or Bitter Yuck is actually bitter and yucky. Wow, imagine, the product is what it says it is! Who knew, except your dog. I had to buy a new bottle of the stuff and while I was at the store the clerk told me that he got it on his hands once and it stayed a long time. Callow youth I said to myself, what does he know from a "long time", he's 12, he probably think The Hills ran a "long time".Ptooy.
Well, I accidentally got it on my hands. Thus far it took seven hand washings, bathing the dog and then washing my own hair to wash it off my hands and out of my life. It might be a good diet aid though because once its on your hands it really interferes with your enjoyment of finger foods and I bet it would stop nail biting in a hot minute.You do not want to get this stuff on your hands and it does not have to be wet to be effective, it really hangs on. Just because its not freshly applied doesn't mean it isn't working, its insidious. Wow, and it does really taste dreadful, think non-lethal nail polish remover. Yuck.
Bush says Russia won't attack Europe despite rhetoric
http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/06/06/bush.summit.ap/index.html
Bush says Russia "not our enemy"
http://www.france24.com/france24Public/en/administration/afp-news.html?id=070605122056.2gv0lnu1&cat=null
The mayor of Farmers Branch wants to be my Facebook friend. I'm not surprised as we have 46 friends in common - which makes me wonder about the quality of the friends I have on facebook.
I only friend people I was friends with or were in my kindergarten class, that's my official cut off. Okay, if you were friends with someone I was friends with, or if we had a class together or we went to the same junior high or if I worked with you or work with you, or if I read your blog, or I voted for you, or if I kind of knew someone who kind of knew you or if we went to college together. But that's it. I don't just friend anybody.
I would think the mayor of Farmers Branch would remember that I have sent him hate mail in the past and I might not want to be friends with him. I would assume a bottom dwelling, scum sucking bigot like himself gets a lot of hate mail and can't be expected to remember everyone who has told him to go to hell, but from there I got less friendly and more specific about how I felt about the pogrom he was instituting . My name should be on a list somewhere but not on his list of FRIENDS. I don't friend people I've sent signed hate mail to so I pushed the ignore button with a great deal of spite and I'm sure it came through.
If I get a second request, I might have to tell him to go to hell again.
Speaking of things that left a bad taste in my mouth, Bitter Apple or Bitter Yuck is actually bitter and yucky. Wow, imagine, the product is what it says it is! Who knew, except your dog. I had to buy a new bottle of the stuff and while I was at the store the clerk told me that he got it on his hands once and it stayed a long time. Callow youth I said to myself, what does he know from a "long time", he's 12, he probably think The Hills ran a "long time".Ptooy.
Well, I accidentally got it on my hands. Thus far it took seven hand washings, bathing the dog and then washing my own hair to wash it off my hands and out of my life. It might be a good diet aid though because once its on your hands it really interferes with your enjoyment of finger foods and I bet it would stop nail biting in a hot minute.You do not want to get this stuff on your hands and it does not have to be wet to be effective, it really hangs on. Just because its not freshly applied doesn't mean it isn't working, its insidious. Wow, and it does really taste dreadful, think non-lethal nail polish remover. Yuck.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
The unblank page
http://www.dallastheatercenter.org/Page.aspx?WP_ID=3346
I originally did not post the above in August of 2008. I decided instead of using my Happy's as substitutes for a working site, I would turn to another source of possible solutions to my Blogger problem. sad, forgotten drafts. Its lucky I have suffered from commitment issues.
Oh.
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Aunty
Aunty who?
Antibiotic!
Yes, Dogger is back on the juice. I had noticed a spot on one of her paws two weeks ago, and she was licking it and her leg was pink and I diagnosed it as a possible hot spot and I treated it and it went away. Now, it either went away because I treated it or I got confused about which foot I was looking at.
Anyway, either Foot B became pink after Foot A or Foot B is Foot A and the spot wasn't a spot at all and was in fact tears on her paw pads or there was a hot spot and then she got the burns from hot pavement or she tore the pads along the way or she licked the wounds and then they became the pinkness and infection. It doesn't matter, her one paw is good the other has multiple, small infected wounds.
Dogger, after a good year of downing pills like a suburban teen was down two pills a day, Now she's back to sevenwhich means I get to shove my hand down her throat seven times a day! I'm so excited. On the up side, its not for long and the meds will clear up the infection and so she's not going to die from septicemia because that's how she rolls - Zero to deaths' door.
The doctor also gave me the go ahead to not freak out if Dogger uses the stairs. I've been keeping her from using them for over a year because I was afraid if she used the stairs her entire back end would shatter. She has gone upstairs a couple of times and caused me to hyperventilate but knowing she isn't going to shatter like a vase doesn't mean I want her using them either. The cats' litter box lives upstairs and I'd like to limit Doggers' access to it....But, I do have a DVD player up there and it might be nice to watch movies with her on the bed sometime and when it gets really hot, I'd like to have Dogger share the joys of the window unit with Baby Kitty and I. We have some options now.
Also, the vet and I spoke about getting Dogger on glucosamine. She has arthritis and the winter sucks for her and means more pills and vet visits. I would like to limit both. He suggested getting her started on 2000 mgs a day for a month and then moving her down to 1000 mgs a day from then on. I can get her dose in bottles at Wally World or vats at Sam's.
http://www.dallastheatercenter.org/Page.aspx?WP_ID=3346
I originally did not post the above in August of 2008. I decided instead of using my Happy's as substitutes for a working site, I would turn to another source of possible solutions to my Blogger problem. sad, forgotten drafts. Its lucky I have suffered from commitment issues.
Oh.
Knock, Knock
Who's there?
Aunty
Aunty who?
Antibiotic!
Yes, Dogger is back on the juice. I had noticed a spot on one of her paws two weeks ago, and she was licking it and her leg was pink and I diagnosed it as a possible hot spot and I treated it and it went away. Now, it either went away because I treated it or I got confused about which foot I was looking at.
Anyway, either Foot B became pink after Foot A or Foot B is Foot A and the spot wasn't a spot at all and was in fact tears on her paw pads or there was a hot spot and then she got the burns from hot pavement or she tore the pads along the way or she licked the wounds and then they became the pinkness and infection. It doesn't matter, her one paw is good the other has multiple, small infected wounds.
Dogger, after a good year of downing pills like a suburban teen was down two pills a day, Now she's back to sevenwhich means I get to shove my hand down her throat seven times a day! I'm so excited. On the up side, its not for long and the meds will clear up the infection and so she's not going to die from septicemia because that's how she rolls - Zero to deaths' door.
The doctor also gave me the go ahead to not freak out if Dogger uses the stairs. I've been keeping her from using them for over a year because I was afraid if she used the stairs her entire back end would shatter. She has gone upstairs a couple of times and caused me to hyperventilate but knowing she isn't going to shatter like a vase doesn't mean I want her using them either. The cats' litter box lives upstairs and I'd like to limit Doggers' access to it....But, I do have a DVD player up there and it might be nice to watch movies with her on the bed sometime and when it gets really hot, I'd like to have Dogger share the joys of the window unit with Baby Kitty and I. We have some options now.
Also, the vet and I spoke about getting Dogger on glucosamine. She has arthritis and the winter sucks for her and means more pills and vet visits. I would like to limit both. He suggested getting her started on 2000 mgs a day for a month and then moving her down to 1000 mgs a day from then on. I can get her dose in bottles at Wally World or vats at Sam's.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
I'm not dead but I had to go back in time to August 24, 2003 to make this work.
A perfectly innocent HAPPY SUNDAY had to be sacrificed to order to get this done. I hate Blogger. Hate them. I am having to plow under my young and there is not one thing I can do about it and Blogger doesn't care. Hateful bastards.
You gets what you pays for and I pay nothing so I gets nothing.
Hate.
I had a lovely 4th of July . I spent time with family, I ate a lot of food, I took a lot of pictures, I shopped, I saw fireworks, I bought things - dog and cat food mostly but I did stock up on protean bars , after a fashion. I think Kelloggs is trying to tell me something as they are making my protean bars hard to find and more expensive and making me use a lesser version if I want any at all. Sam's again stopped carrying them and I've been reduced to buying the lesser bars at Wally World for more to get fewer of them.
When I wasn't convincing myself of a massive plot against me, I worked on the garden -I also pulled out almost all my green beans. I'm soaking the seeds for the next generation as we speak, I will not go beanless - and I finally went into battle with the bird netting holding my raspberry bushes hostage and wining by the by. I hacked off some dead branches and freed the rest of the plants from the clutches of the hostile netting. The plant itself no longer needs the protection as its not producing any longer and it also ultimately the first steps of our journey towards re-potting in the fall.
On Friday after being freed from work, I went to a very nice nursery, too nice for the likes of my garden, and found some very lovely plants for my Mother for her birthday. While I was there I went a cross the parking lot and checked out an equally very nice children's clothing store. The shopping center was an evil place, but I was stronger. I was surrounded by all make and model of expensive examples of my two favorite things to buy and I only bought what I needed - which did not included the most adorable children's clothes eveh or some very interesting plants that would really look nice on my deck. Ask me about my plans to expand my deck to allow for all these plants I think I have room for. On a realted note, later that evening I want you all to know that I did not buy the clever topiaires I saw for $11 at Wally World. The tag said that if I did nothing but dance attention to them they might survive. Might. It said it on the tag, how can I refuse a challenge like that?
Speaking of dancing attention, Dogger has to go back to the vet. Its been a really long time in Dogger Time since we've had to see the vet, but this time I'm pretty sure this time its not a life or death problem but Dogger does have a talent that way. I noticed a couple of weeks ago that one of her front paws was a little reddish and when I inspected it closer I saw something that might be a hot spot. I did what I could for it and it resolved...
Or not. Now the other paw is inflamed and I think it looks swollen and both paws look red. It might be burns from hot pavement, splinters, maybe she got a cut from some broken glass - although , I've seen no evidence of blood, and in my research I've learned that when paws bleed, paws bleed a lot. Whatever it is, its making her limp and that we can't have. First thing business on Tuesday I'm calling and getting her an appointment.
A perfectly innocent HAPPY SUNDAY had to be sacrificed to order to get this done. I hate Blogger. Hate them. I am having to plow under my young and there is not one thing I can do about it and Blogger doesn't care. Hateful bastards.
You gets what you pays for and I pay nothing so I gets nothing.
Hate.
I had a lovely 4th of July . I spent time with family, I ate a lot of food, I took a lot of pictures, I shopped, I saw fireworks, I bought things - dog and cat food mostly but I did stock up on protean bars , after a fashion. I think Kelloggs is trying to tell me something as they are making my protean bars hard to find and more expensive and making me use a lesser version if I want any at all. Sam's again stopped carrying them and I've been reduced to buying the lesser bars at Wally World for more to get fewer of them.
When I wasn't convincing myself of a massive plot against me, I worked on the garden -I also pulled out almost all my green beans. I'm soaking the seeds for the next generation as we speak, I will not go beanless - and I finally went into battle with the bird netting holding my raspberry bushes hostage and wining by the by. I hacked off some dead branches and freed the rest of the plants from the clutches of the hostile netting. The plant itself no longer needs the protection as its not producing any longer and it also ultimately the first steps of our journey towards re-potting in the fall.
On Friday after being freed from work, I went to a very nice nursery, too nice for the likes of my garden, and found some very lovely plants for my Mother for her birthday. While I was there I went a cross the parking lot and checked out an equally very nice children's clothing store. The shopping center was an evil place, but I was stronger. I was surrounded by all make and model of expensive examples of my two favorite things to buy and I only bought what I needed - which did not included the most adorable children's clothes eveh or some very interesting plants that would really look nice on my deck. Ask me about my plans to expand my deck to allow for all these plants I think I have room for. On a realted note, later that evening I want you all to know that I did not buy the clever topiaires I saw for $11 at Wally World. The tag said that if I did nothing but dance attention to them they might survive. Might. It said it on the tag, how can I refuse a challenge like that?
Speaking of dancing attention, Dogger has to go back to the vet. Its been a really long time in Dogger Time since we've had to see the vet, but this time I'm pretty sure this time its not a life or death problem but Dogger does have a talent that way. I noticed a couple of weeks ago that one of her front paws was a little reddish and when I inspected it closer I saw something that might be a hot spot. I did what I could for it and it resolved...
Or not. Now the other paw is inflamed and I think it looks swollen and both paws look red. It might be burns from hot pavement, splinters, maybe she got a cut from some broken glass - although , I've seen no evidence of blood, and in my research I've learned that when paws bleed, paws bleed a lot. Whatever it is, its making her limp and that we can't have. First thing business on Tuesday I'm calling and getting her an appointment.
Monday, July 5, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Cruel Shoes
I got paid today and I decided that I needed new sneakers and I promised myself new sneakers when I got paid. I got a new pair last summer but like all expensive things, they wore out after I wore them every day and they need to be replaced. Cheap sneakers you can wear every day and they never wear out. When was the last time you wore out your Keds or your Chucks? You didn't, you won't, and you can't.Your feet will get damaged but the shoes themselves will never wear out.
I need new expensive sneakers because I can not buy new feet.
My expensive sneakers live at DSW but my original expensive sneakers I bought from a man who was two steps from a podiatrist at a genuine shoe store and he only sold shoes , no bags no hats no fru-fru. Just shoes. Just expensive shoes. Shoes that fix your feet. He knew all about feet and taught me about the right shoes to buy. And so shoes were bought, the right shoes, the right expensive shoes.
My feet felt like new.
I cruelly took his shoe teachings and I went searching for discounted expensive shoes. The shoe man and his expensive shoes don't live here, which is good because I would hate to have to have him see me buy his expensive shoes discounted at DSW. They don't know from feet at DSW! They know about style, they know about six-months-out-of-date-shoe-fashion and they know all about bags and purses and fru-fru.
I was very excited about buying my shoes. I had looked for them the last time I was there but I couldn't remember what brand the shoe man sold me and all my shoe knowledge is relevant to that brand. I know the right shoes should not twist or bend and a lot of shoes twist and bend! Twisting and bending is bad for your feet, but good for your wallet because cheap shoes bend and twist and expensive shoes do not. Good shoes have the twisting range of a brick while bad shoes are like Twizzlers. This is what I learned, I'm sure he imparted more wisdom that than but that is what I retained. The DSW people were looking at me oddly while I picked up and twisted all their sneakers. I was really hoping I would find a pair of cheap untwisty, unturny shoes and I did not, I found expensive shoes that twisted and turned. And I found the One True Shoe, it was expensive, it was pretty, it was good for my feet and it didn't come in my size.
And I tested every shoe they had but I kept going back to the One True Shoe. I wasn't asking for a lot, I just needed the perfect shoe. The perfect shoe lives at a DSW behind Triangle Town Center and they will hold it until tomorrow at closing and charge me less than half of what the shoe man would.
I got paid today and I decided that I needed new sneakers and I promised myself new sneakers when I got paid. I got a new pair last summer but like all expensive things, they wore out after I wore them every day and they need to be replaced. Cheap sneakers you can wear every day and they never wear out. When was the last time you wore out your Keds or your Chucks? You didn't, you won't, and you can't.Your feet will get damaged but the shoes themselves will never wear out.
I need new expensive sneakers because I can not buy new feet.
My expensive sneakers live at DSW but my original expensive sneakers I bought from a man who was two steps from a podiatrist at a genuine shoe store and he only sold shoes , no bags no hats no fru-fru. Just shoes. Just expensive shoes. Shoes that fix your feet. He knew all about feet and taught me about the right shoes to buy. And so shoes were bought, the right shoes, the right expensive shoes.
My feet felt like new.
I cruelly took his shoe teachings and I went searching for discounted expensive shoes. The shoe man and his expensive shoes don't live here, which is good because I would hate to have to have him see me buy his expensive shoes discounted at DSW. They don't know from feet at DSW! They know about style, they know about six-months-out-of-date-shoe-fashion and they know all about bags and purses and fru-fru.
I was very excited about buying my shoes. I had looked for them the last time I was there but I couldn't remember what brand the shoe man sold me and all my shoe knowledge is relevant to that brand. I know the right shoes should not twist or bend and a lot of shoes twist and bend! Twisting and bending is bad for your feet, but good for your wallet because cheap shoes bend and twist and expensive shoes do not. Good shoes have the twisting range of a brick while bad shoes are like Twizzlers. This is what I learned, I'm sure he imparted more wisdom that than but that is what I retained. The DSW people were looking at me oddly while I picked up and twisted all their sneakers. I was really hoping I would find a pair of cheap untwisty, unturny shoes and I did not, I found expensive shoes that twisted and turned. And I found the One True Shoe, it was expensive, it was pretty, it was good for my feet and it didn't come in my size.
And I tested every shoe they had but I kept going back to the One True Shoe. I wasn't asking for a lot, I just needed the perfect shoe. The perfect shoe lives at a DSW behind Triangle Town Center and they will hold it until tomorrow at closing and charge me less than half of what the shoe man would.
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