Happy Saturday.
I started a post Hump Day and never got to finish it
I suppose I could delete it and start over
but whatever
Y’all have been so chatty I may never catch up.
Happy Hump Day!
Happy Ash Wednesday!
My son got off irk at 315 this morning. I am feeling it.
I went back to bed and wanted to sleep in a little since it’s daycare day, but Cerby was not having it.
Right around 630, he jumped on the bed and laid his head on top of mine and started woo wooing.
He is everything I don’t want in a dog, long hair, too vocal, too energetic, too clingy, but he is soft and cuddly and tries hard to be a good boy.
There’s another Aussie who sometimes goes to the park and I was talking with his owner the other day. He said he did his research and he thought he knew what he was getting into, but it is overwhelming. He didn’t come right out and say it, but I think if he could do it over, he would have gone with a different breed.
The roofers are here, even though it’s raining off and on. They knocked to let me know, but I think neither of them speaks English other than enough to let me know they are here. Ripple was barking his fool head off. I wanted to let them know he’s okay and he might be out in the yard, but not to worry about him. Both of them smiled and nodded, and I think they didn’t understand a word I said.
I’m still dealing with estate bullshit. I know I’m being childish and passive aggressive, but I have been ignoring texts from Niece1. I am too angry to deal with her right now, but they need info from me to go forward.
One, she said my sister gave the ring she stole from me to Niece2 to pay her back for taking care of my mother. I thought the reason Niece2 has been living in the house rent free all this time was for her taking care of my mother. Not that I begrudge her the free living.
At any rate, it was not my sister’s ring to give to anybody. I wonder how they would like it if I stole something of theirs and gave it away, like that somehow makes it okay.
Two, they are determined my sister can buy the house below market value because it needs some work and it will be saving the realtor fees, but I am expected to pay full price for the land in Western MD. They are not even letting me deduct the realtor fees.
I don’t even know why I want the land. It is very pretty and at the end of a cul-de-sac, but it is unlikely I will ever live there. I’d love to, as it’s out in the middle of nowhere. The population of the town as of 2023 is 125.
If I were 20 years younger it would be great.
I feel for FCD, FCM. He’s got a lot to do, and it probably isn’t going to get any easier.
I need to stop walking away while I’m posting.
Obviously by now, the roof is done.
I hope all goes well with your husband’s test, Ace.
It was a cool 29 feels like 25 at the park this morning.
It actually wasn’t bad though.
The drama continues, but no drama today. It always centers around Barky/Humpy mom, and she slept in today.
Ripple is doing very well with the Palladia. If you saw him, you would never know he has cancer.
He ran the fence today with the dogs on the other side of it. He is always happy and perky. He certainly loves getting home cooked food. Last week was ground chicken with chicken hearts and gizzards simmered in beef bone broth with carrots and celery, served over cottage cheese with salmon oil. YUM YUM!
Today I’ll make ground chicken with liver, heart, and gizzards, simmered in bone broth with green beans, broccoli, cauliflower, and carrots
He is having a few side effects from Prednisone. He’s getting a pot belly and some nights he gets restless and pants a lot. I think he gets hot upstairs. I should turn down the heat when I go up to bed, but I always forget.
Now that I got the roof done and crossed that off my list, I have to add dealing with the Census to my list. I got a letter from them some time ago about random interviews and lucky me, I was selected.
I totally forgot about it until I had an envelope pushed through the mail slot with a ‘sorry I missed you’ message on it. I guess they just show up unannounced and expect me to be here? I need to prepare if somebody is stopping by, unless they don’t mind getting their face eaten by Cerby. Once he is in a frenzy there is no getting him outside.
I haven’t called her back, she can wait until Moonday, or Toosday. Or whenever.
I know it’s not hard, but I have to be dressed, and dressed in a way that is acceptable to be seen, and Cerby has to be at daycare or at least out in the back yard. I have to schedule time off irk.
You can’t just turn up on my doorstep unannounced.
I have been exhausted, which I why I’m not keeping up. If I sit down, I fall asleep. Sleeping sitting up in the chair is not good for me, my legs from the knees down swell up. I don’t have a couch so I can’t lay down unless I go upstairs to bed. Then I will sleep with one leg hanging over the edge of the bed and that leg will swell from the knee down. I’m thinking of getting a recliner, even though I don’t like them.
My mother dated a man who was a food hoarder, and his mother was even worse.
Once I found a one-inch cube of cheese in the fridge, it was covered in mold, so I threw it away. My mother fished it out of the trash because if her then bf saw it, he would freak out over wasting food. She said you could just cut the moldy part off and eat it. I said what, eat a quarter inch cube of cheese?
When his mother died, they found boxes and boxes and more boxes of vanilla pudding mix. Way past the expiration date. The pudding mix was brown.
My mother was bad at hoarding medicine, especially prescription meds. She wouldn’t throw them out because she paid good money for them ($2.00 for all prescriptions back then) and we might need them. My father had been dead for over 10 years and she still had his heart medicine in the cabinet. Nobody was going to take heart medicine. Not only was it long expired, in 10 years there were all new drugs that were better than the old drugs.
She also had lots of old spice tins. One had a 19-cent price sticker on it.
I cannot take scented stuff around my eyes. Even sun block will make my eyes water and burn.
If I can find an unscented version of something, that is what I get. I don’t use deodorant because it makes my underarms break out. I have an unscented stone I use. I don’t use fabric softener or dryer sheets; I have wool balls that go in the dryer.
Congrats on new mattress Nellie.
Mine is too high, my feet don’t touch the floor when I sit on the side of it, and poor Ripple has to give a mighty jump to get on the bed. I may get some stairs for him.
I forgot to text Niece1 back today. Now I am the one holding up the estate bullshit.
Good to see you back Sunny and Nuts.
I’m glad your Hubbie is feeling better Sunny.
Congrats on house Nuts.
Cool story about the shed JtC
Cute cartoon, Doggio.
I didn’t get the dogs’ food cooked today. I have some very unhappy dogs. They are used to getting fed at 830am and 830pm. Kibble is out 24/7 so they won’t starve. Ripple and Cerby got their pills in cheese. I guess I could have pulled out the bologna.
Ripple had gotten very grabby lately. Twice he has snatched food away from Echo. Normally he won’t take anything until she gets hers, he’ll stand back and wait because she is the boss. I’m surprised she is letting him get away with it.
I’m trying to catch up with y’all but I’m tired and it’s past bedtime for me.
All but the top layer went into the garbage. We ran into spices in the pantry that were there when I was a kid (I know, because the cans / boxes were that vintage). I emptied a couple of them and kept the tins because they were cool. Living tiny as I do, there isn’t enough room to shove things that far back. Good luck to you on keeping things in check.
