I am now officially grumpy. I’ve got stuff to do, and I’ve got cabin fever. I called a friend this morning to see if she’s able to schlep me around to the dentist and to the medical supply house to get a knee scooter. I have a prescription for it, but I don’t need it for more than a few weeks, so it doesn’t make a lot of sense to buy one, plus I need it sooner rather than later. Fortunately, she’s available and she’s going to meet me later to do this stuff.
Airman’s not letting me drive. :mad: I am freakin’ BORED and I just want to be able to do stuff around town. I know there’s Uber, and there are a few taxi services, but I want to be able to go by myself. Grr.
I am very happy for you! Now you get to be normal while I go through withdrawal until next April. (We already have our room booked for Knoebels opening weekend.)
I almost was late for irk this morning. I woke in the middle of the night and couldn’t sleep. The I fell bask asleep before the alarm went off. I’m still not fully awake and feel like hell.
It’s a sunny 51 outside, going up to 68, which is nice.
Still waiting for Sah-son to pick the day he wants to take his English test.
I’m waiting for the notary to call me and let me know when he is coming with a paper for me to sign. He missed it when he was here when I refinanced my mortgage. A minor annoyance, but still an annoyance.
I have to start Christmas shopping soon. I know it’s early and I hate rushing the seasons, but I like to get it out of the way before Thanksgiving. Since I haven’t bought any birthday presents this year, everybody gets a double Christmas present. I’m thinking about sending an organ to my mother’s house for the four boys to share. I told one of my friends what I was thinking about and she said, you really hate your mother don’t you? Well, no, but it is something all four boys would like and better to buy one nice gift than four cheap ones, right? It’s not like I’m buying drum kits for all of them.
Howdy, today is decorate the hayride wagon and tractor. I can’t do a whole lot more until tomorrow when I shut down the gym to have more room to put all my decorations and get them organized. I have to supply all the stuff needed to decorate the outside of pumpkins and we have to go get the hay from the jail house. I will have a 12-15 hour day tomorrow.
I came out on FB yesterday (so you know it’s official). One of my sisters liked the post which was a load off my mind. I’m sure she’d figured it out already because I’m the weird sheep of the family, but at least now they know why.
One day I may be able to tell them what religion I am, but that won’t be until after Dad dies. That is an argument I do not want to have.
Mellow beagles, jumbo shrimp, and government intelligence…
Got the trailer emptied this morning, so Tony could take it and have the tires checked before delivering to my cousin. Found the extra towing ball hitch, so Cuz can tow it as needed. My college roommate has taken on the mission of finding a place for the kittehs, and we’ll take the dog if we need to.
While getting all of the crap out of the trailer, I found the portable high chair, bed safety rails, and the baby gate. Gonna take those to a friend who is hosting a toddler until home is repaired - woot! Getting rid of stuff and helping out!
But I’m determined to cook a real meal some time today.
Howdy Y’all! I have managed a trip to the sto’, a trip to the liberry and N.O.L. That’s more than enough for a reitred person to accomplish in a day, right? I am still sore so I shall nap with Ty shortly.
BigKitty congrats! Glad the comin’ out went well. As to religion, I see you as more of a pastafarian. You are who you are and those of us that love you, love you cause you’re BigKitty. That’s enough reason.
Winchester is half-beagle and half something else … probably corgi. He is about as mellow as a dog gets without being comatose. He barks more now that somebody has taught him how, but he was mellow as a youngish pup, and now he’s just got some old-man-cranky on him.
And congrats! I think most of my extended family is constantly expecting me to come out. I believe most of them are honestly surprised when I don’t. I’m 40 years old. If I was gonna be gay, I think I’d be gay by now. Telling them I’m pagan would be way more controversial … and even that would rate no more than a “meh” from anybody who’s not Grandma.
If I’d have known that you were coming out, I would have thrown you a ball, big kitty! Congrats!
I’m wondering if I’ll have any trick-or-treaters at the new digs. My old complex was all one bedroom units, therefore, rarely did any of the residents have kids and we were a little out of the way (plus had stairs) for the general public. The new complex is all ground level and includes two bedroom units (and the laundry room is big enough for a kid’s bedroom if you don’t have a washer and dryer) so there are kids here, as well as the complex next door.
What I’ll likely do is pick up some stickers, erasers and Halloween themed pencils. They’ll all be good if I over buy and won’t be tempting for me to eat.
My plants were delivered today. I don’t know if they will get put into the ground today or tomorrow. I have a lot to do today. I need to buy flower pots for the two patchouli plants that are staying indoors., they are way too big for the shipping pots. Then I need to a find a place to put them.
Lots of amazon deliveries came today. I bought a ton of paper and cleaning products that need to be put away. I don’t know why, it’s not like we get a lot of snow here, but I always feel like I need to stock up on stuff before winter.
I need to get some lunch, and do some laundry, and vacuum, and dust.
Congrats BigKitty.
The notary comes tomorrow at noon.
The dog is driving me nuts today. I have no idea what he wants, he keeps coming to me but he doesn’t want out, he has food and water, he doesn’t want to be pet.
Ty and I had a nap. I am less achy now. I get strange dreams with TY. Apparently in my dream it was my birthday and we were at a friend’s place which was hyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge (IRL this friend lives in a two bedroom condo) and a big surprise had been planned for me. A drag queen handed me a DQ ice cream cake and started to sing “Santa Baby” when all of a sudden we were all outside bein’ chased by a pack of dachunds that had taken over the town and roundin’ up all the humans. Then I woke up. Moral of the dream: Do not let a drag queen sing “Santa Baby” where there’s a pack of dachunds around. The dachunds don’t like that.
Does it make anyone else feel small when you take a break from the board, and then you come back, and you realize that nobody even noticed that you were gone?
I am feeling cranky because apparently it is legal to hunt migratory waterfowl in wildlife preserves in Oregon. Ignorance fought and all that. It’s a few hundred yards behind my house, I like my peace and quiet and my beautiful flocks of migrating birds swooping in, and apparently I’m a whiny cry-baby for being annoyed by this. So wahhhhhh!
Also, it looks my oven just broke. I cannot have a broken oven. :mad: My husband is going out of town this afternoon. I may just go buy a new one…
I probably shouldn’t go get the German Shepherd puppy at the shelter while he’s gone, for that matter. Puppy… want…
:dubious:
I am still sore so I shall nap with Ty shortly.
