awwww poor puppy…hope he feels better why am I up at 7 am other than to give cousin breakfast since I’m not exactly sure if she even went to sleep? well ok, that and my back is killing me and the generic motrin only works for so long …
ignoring chores is something I raised into an art form …
Happy Sunday!
Nice morning at the park, even with Barky and Humpy there.
I almost didn’t go, my knee hurts, but getting out in the nice weather and meeting up with friends is good.
My son stayed in the truck. I prefer him to hang out with us, trying to get him to be a little more social. I agree with MetalMouse that it is a good thing for him to go.
I don’t mind a little slime, but when a dog has 4-6 inches of slime hanging from their mouth, I want them to get away from me. There was a deaf woman coming to the park, very nice person, but she just about freaked out when I used my finger to wipe the slime off her puppy’s head. It was only about an inch of slime; I can handle that.
We had a pretty good group, but they were all lazing around until Natty Boh showed up. He got everybody but Ripple up and running, so seven of them going strong. Until Natty and Echo got into a squabble. I can’t jump up that fast, by the time Urban dad and Natty dad got to them, the squabble was over. Echo has a cut behind her ear. There was a little blood, but I think it is nothing to worry about.
Lucy is a bit, um, fluffy if you know what I mean. I think she is up to 104 pounds now. That makes catching a squirrel even more impressive.
For those who don’t know, Natty Boh is a beer that used to be brewed in Baltimore. It’s short for
National Bohemian
I hope Polar is okay.
I remember a dog I used to pet sit started losing his hair and it was crusty underneath.
I can’t remember what caused it though.
I bitch about my portable washer in the kitchen, but it is better than going to the laundromat. And better than lugging the clothes up and down the basement stairs. Although my son would be doing the lugging, he doesn’t want me using the basement stairs.
JtC, I do use an ice pack, but heat makes it hurt worse. Or rather, the heat makes it feel better until I remove it, then the pain is really bad.
I’ve got the groceries ordered; we’ll get them around 4. My son wants to go to Sonic for a Churro Shake. Try saying that three times real fast. I’ve got to finish the laundry from yesterday. I say all this with energy, but I know as soon as I stand up I’m not going to want to move.
All the plants need to be watered too. All 22 of them.
Mornin’, all! Up, fed and both laundry and dishwasher a sloshing away, so somewhat productive for a sundee.
With all the dog vs squirrel talk, I need to share the story of Sam Dog, the fox terrier we had when I was growing up. We had a very high porch that led into the kitchen and when my little sister was crawling, my dad put chicken wire around the railing, so’s she couldn’t go over the edge. We also had bird feeders out there. Squirrels would come to raid the feeders, making Sam Dog very upset. He’d jump at the door, not like into the door, just straight up so he could see out the window. Open the door and there’d be a race to the back woods. Well, once, the squirrel went the wrong way and got trapped by the chicken wire fence. The two of them didn’t know what to do. About 20 seconds of just looking at each other. Then Sam Dog kind of stood aside and let the squirrel run down the stairs so’s he could give chase, as was the proper thing.
Almost as funny as the time there was a little ice on the porch, and he skidded through the turn onto the stairs and just went flying off into a 4 foot snow bank. He actually did the Wile E Coyote thing of feet running on nothing.
Now, onward to the rest of the day. Tis raining, so I can’t mow the lawn. Oh darn.
Two very funny Sam Dog stories! Thanks for sharing the mental images with us.
Hello again. I’ve been reading but not posting, part of an effort to fight my own ignorance by shutting up and paying attention. But while I’m determined to stick to the plan everywhere else on the site, I just can’t do it here. You’re all too nice, and it started feeling selfish to lurk and not express joy/sympathy as needed.
I’m recuperating from getting really sick from an infusion of some stuff that’s supposed to help my bones hang on to calcium. I was told “some” people get “mild, flu-like symptoms.” Apparently, I’m not some people, because I had a temp of 103, hellacious chills, pain, the works. The fever broke Friday night, so while I’m still kind of weak, I feel MUCH better. It feels so good to feel good!
Yesterday I washed my PJ’s and sheets because I sweated through both of them when the fever broke. After resting up from that, I was able to take out the trash. The folks across the hall are expecting a portable AC but had to go out of town, so I’ll have to shove it over to my place. I really want to walk to the grocery store but don’t know if I can do the 2+ mile round trip.
Before the infusion nonsense, I walked a friend’s dog every day. She’s a standard poodle but without the poodle haircut. SUCH a sweet pup! She’s funny, too: when she thought we’d gone far enough, she’d simply sit on the sidewalk and refuse to budge no matter how cajoled until I’d say, “Home?” And dogs are such a great way to meet people! Everyone smiled as we passed by, and once a guy offered me a hit off his vape, which I declined because a) cannabis doesn’t like me and b) it was 10 a.m…
I know I can’t comment on everything posted since I went into radio silence, but a few things:
nettie, even though I wasn’t posting, I’ve been concerned and have been thinking of you. I hope you get reassuring news on the health stuff. (And thanks heavens yet again for Nurse Boo!) So many health issues that defied optimism are now easily treated.
shoe, so glad the job is working out and that you’re headed for better financial security. I’d love to see a photo of Charm, who sounds beautiful.
Sari, I get why you’d be trepidatious about a big surgery like a knee replacement, but I’m appalled that human bones were apparently tossed in a landfill. I thought those got incinerated, but maybe it varies by state or something? I hope you get an easier fix than surgery. And I’m glad your son is stepping up during your time of need. Good guy!
VanGo, love the Sam stories!
And I love you all.
Much has been accomplished today. I unloaded the dishwasher, cleaned the critter fountain and the cat box, chunked up a melon, took some stuff to the boat, cleared the area of the garage where the pellets will go, and we hauled the trash and recycling to the convenience center. It started raining as we headed home. We’ve decided the rest of the day is for chillage.
I’ve read everything and retained pretty much nothing. So consider yourselves hugged, smooched, and generally commiserated with.
That was my thought exactly when I first read that remark, though I suppose it depends on whether they were braggin’ or ocmplainin’.
In either case, y’all have a wunnerful Sonday!
Bailey’s initial rehab consult on Friday morning went well, and I’m relieved to learn that she seems to be experiencing more discomfort than true pain. No pain meds were recommended, but I might be adding a new supplement to her regime. I plan to also start a 6-8 week course of rehab sessions (1 session a week).
After bringing the doggy back home I turned around almost immediately to head to my BFF’s, so we (and her hubby) could go to the gem and jewelry show. I found a very cheap bling-y watch and a very cheap bling-y ring for wearin’ on stage, got some earrings for my BFF as her birthday gift, and wound up buying a piece of nice/fine jewelry for myself. One of the vendors was selling Hawaiian jewelry, and I fell for this white-gold-and-diamond wave pendant:
It was a fun afternoon, and by the time I got home I only had about 90 minutes to kill before it was time to head to my show (well, my guest spot at a friend’s show 
). That was such a blast! Here’s a pic of me on stage that a friend in the audience took:
This weekend I volunteered to help out with a proposal. (Yeah, I’m kinda slow to learn sometimes.) I worked 8.5 hours yesterday, and am on track to work even longer today. Right now I’m at the end of a lunch break; I should probably get back to things.
I hope everyone’s having a good weekend!
Sounds like a thread title to me: “Smarter Minds and Asses in the MMP” 
Good!! 
That’s a beautiful pendant!
Here’s today’s morning glory, just in case someone needs a flower today:
I get a coupla blossoms on this vine each morning. It’s winding up the railing for my front steps. Each flower is unique - the stripes and stipples - and only lasts a few hours. (Like me, they wilt in the heat.)
This is from a few days ago:
Damn! Glad I spotted this! I was so excited about Sunday biscuits and gravy in the Walking Dead cafeteria that I forgot to take my meds. Breakfast was pleasant as we had some interesting conversation with one of the more lucid members of the community. She was closely associated with both Jimmy Carter and Hubert Humphrey and other pols in the past and we had a lively discussion of recent politics and world travels.
Hung up some more aht in the living room, so it looks more like a home and less like a mental ward (who thought blindingly white walls were a good idea?). Much cursing and re-nailing to get four pictures hung in a straight line over the couch.
The car goes in for a new bumper tomorrow, so tick that one off the list of to-dos.
It rained. The sun came out. Now it’s raining again.
it’s raining cats and dogs. I stepped in a poodle
I did not shirk a chore today. Cleaning, dusting, laundry, changing the cat litter, all done. I will wait till the deluge stops before taking the garbage and recycling out.
Having owned 2 beagles, and a giant Jack Russell, none of my dogs had any hunting or chasing instinct at all, apart from nom-ing the occasional sky raisin. Although Gordie likes to pee on baby bunnies. Only a monster pees on baby bunnies.
Nifty pendant, Oopsie. But another proposal? Are you making this into “Machochistic Pointless Stuff I must Share”?
Hope Polar gets better, taters.
Scooped the litter box, dumped a tubful of old rat bedding, and hauled the now-super-ick bin out to the curb.
I don’t wanna hafta remember it tonight after irk, and they pick up 1st thing early Monday morning. I’ve started rolling it out earlier on Sundays, before work instead of in the evening afterwards, and Future Me is always grateful when I pull into the driveway and see the task is done.
“Thank you, Past Me, for getting that outta the way.”
I really coulda washed a few dishes but … eh.
I might still could, before it’s time to head out & earn a few more pesos/shekels/zloty/rubles.
shoe Ptui on the morning glories. Yes they are pretty, but the ones I have always climb the side of the house. It’s a yearly fight with them so’s they don’t eat the house. Kinda like FCM’s hyacinth, or is it a forcythia…can’t remember. A plant with a “y” anyway.
Not raining anymore, but I still donwanna mow. I’ll do it tomorrow. (He won’t do it tomorrow)
Afternoon all. Laundry load #2 is working away, will get a third load done before the afternoon is done. Also will run the dishwasher and after cleaning clothes and dishes, I’ll fill the bathtub and get myself presentable (so nice not having a water leak). Also got my pedaling in at the gym early, so for me it’s been a fairly ambitious Sunday.
Odd thing at the gym, was moving from one bank of stationary bikes to another upstairs (shifting around break the routine and gives me a little rest) and this young man reads my t-shirt (see here: https://rlv.zcache.com/english_doesnt_borrow_from_other_languages_it_t_shirt-r9b48bb32f6b14acf9d6793f6786ff064_k2gr0_736.webp) and started discussing language and life and how he tries to listen to older people and followed me up the steps still talking–had never met/seen him before in my life. I think he was heading for something religious the way he was going, so I excused myself to go get on the bikes, maybe he just wanted to talk to people but it was definitely…odd.
Cookie, glad to be of service.
shoe, nice flowers.
Oopsie, nice pictures, thanks for sharing.
nellie!!! {tacklehug, but a gentle one). Take care of yourself, poodles are known to be stubborn (heck, most dogs are), and being sick is no fun at all.
VanGo, much thanks for the Sam Dog stories, made me smile.
Sari, Echo is going to get herself a reputation around the dog park…hope she’s ok.
taters, {{hugs}} to Polar. And a few skritches.
lucky, I have a glass stovetop which I do try to keep clean…now and then…enjoy the day once the chore is done.
OK, need to check the laundry and get myself pristine (HA!). take care all.
Compromise: I put away the clean dishes in the drying rack, thus making it easier for Future Me to wash the measuring cup & a few assorted spoons/knives sitting in the sink.
Dinner tonight is gonna be … I dunno yet. We’ll see how early I get out. (My shift tonight is literally called “Early Out” which sometimes means 8-ish and sometimes means midnight. Depends on how many ppl want pizza and assorted fried goodies.)
I kinda want soup, and I do have an opened carton of broth to use up.
Alright, off I go. Whatchyall want on yr pizzas?
I want 2 one with bbq sauce pineapple chicken and maybe Canadian bacon
and one with chicken mushrooms and bbq sauce
yeah dominos thinks I’m nuts lol
Pepperoni, feta, artichoke hearts, and pineapple on my pie, please.
Damn, now I want pizza, but that involves leaving the house. I haven’t even unlocked the door yet, so that’s unlikely.
A medium, two-topping pizza from Domino’s, an order of hot wings, an order of lava cakes, tax, delivery fee, and tip costs around $45. No, thank you.
Tonight I’m making bacon-wrapped filet mignon and creamed spinach with feta for dinner.
It’s noon o’clock. I should probably start thinking about getting the day started.
they don’t have the 2 medium 2 topping pizza special online in your area?
Well, that’s with extra sauce and extra cheese. We used to have Little Seizures. Their ‘hot and ready’ pepperoni pizzaz were good and cheap. They both closed years ago.
