Happy Toosday!
Was a nice cool 55 degrees at the park this morning. Supposed to get up to 80 today.
I like cooler mornings, the dogs are friskier and burn off some energy.
New pups are coming every day and I hope some of them stick around and join our little group.
There was a little bit of…
Barky and Humpy were there. Barky had been a little less Barky but today she was back in full BARKY! mode. She picks on Echo a lot, sometimes Ripple, but she follows Echo around everywhere barking in her face.
A new dog came in today, a sweet little Siberian and Coco kept barking at her trying to get her to play. Coco’s dad called her to get her to stop and Barky’s mom turns to me and says Coco is bullying that poor dog. Funny how when it’s her dogs barking in another dog’s face, they just want to play and if the other dog would play everything would be great.
There’s so much tension in the air when Barky and Humpy are there.
The trip to the armpit wasn’t so bad Sunday. Traffic was light both ways and not too many crazies on the road. I hit a little bit of rain on the way home, it was 90 degrees when I left the armpit and 72 degrees when I got home.
When I stopped for donuts on the way down, something told me to get three dozen. I thought no, there will only be eight of us, two dozen is more than enough.
It was, until my oldest great nephew (18) showed up with his gf, and my second oldest great nephew (16) showed up with a friend. Four athletic, active teenagers.
By the time Niece1 got there, there was one donut left.
My mother looks better than she sounds over the phone. She is very tired though, and doesn’t want to eat anything. She went over some financial stuff with me, and she is good there. She only slurs her words and gets forgetful when she is tired.
She’s had a craving for mussels and Niece2’s friend, who works at a restaurant, sent over a big bowl of them along with a big tub of cream of crab soup. I don’t like mussels, but the crab soup was delicious.
She had us go through her costume jewelry and take what we wanted. I think she was disappointed that we didn’t take more. I don’t know what I’d do with it, unless I took it to a yard sale or something. She has some really pretty pieces, but I seldom wear jewelry and I have plenty of costume jewelry that I want to get rid of.
She says she is not dying, only getting rid of stuff because she doesn’t need it anymore.
I found an old letter in one of her boxes, so old the paper was the color of a brown paper bag. She told me to read it and it was a love letter from my father to her. It was important to her that we all read it and made a copy to take home. It wasn’t mushy, and a bit surprising. I didn’t know he was a bit romantic.
So far, she is not in pain, but I was talking with my doctor and she said it is only a matter of time. She is still having tummy troubles, a lot of the reason she doesn’t want to eat. She thinks it’s from chemo and/or antibiotics. I think it is from cancer. I got her some pro/pre biotics and I hope they help.
Also, some papaya enzyme, thank you Ooopsie.
Hospice has brought a bunch of stuff to the house, including morphine for when she needs it. She now has three walkers.
I got a new doctor, I like her okay. We’ll see how it goes. She wants me to get a bunch of stuff done, but told me I’m under enough stress with my mother so we will take it one step at a time.
Good, because I hate medical stuff and going to the doctor. The longer we can stretch that stuff out the better.
Grades are important now depending on what field you want to go into. Niece1 got a degree in accounting and if you don’t have a 3.7 GPA or better, no company will even look at your resume. She had a 3.75 and never got a single call to come in for an interview. The headhunter told her that there are a lot of 4.0s out there and they were the ones getting interviewed. That was a few years ago, so it may have changed now.
I think there is not a lot of difference, but when a company is getting hundreds of resumes for a few positions they are going to weed as many out as they can as easily as they can.
An ex went through that when he applied for a job. The company got over 600 applications for 50 positions. They tossed out anybody who didn’t have a HS diploma. He was furious because he was told a GED was the equivalent to a diploma. I said if a company gets 600 applications and they can toss 300 of them without having to look beyond education, they are going to do it. It takes time and money to go through all those applications, and while it’s true that the company may lose out on some really good people who have GEDs, there are enough applicants to make up for it. As long as the company isn’t breaking any discrimination laws, they can weed out applicants any way they want and there’s nothing you can do about it.
That said, I would have been horrified if one of my parents had gone to talk to one of my professors about anything. I think professors are not allowed to talk to the parents anyway unless the student signs a release. One of my old clients was a college professor and he was kind of shocked at how many parents would call him up to complain about their kid’s grades.
The one time I got a bad grade, I knew I deserved it. It was partly because I had different professors for the lecture and the lab. The classes weren’t in sync, and all of us who had different lecture professors did poorly in the lab. I got an A in the lecture portion and a D in lab. My fault though, because I could have jumped around in the book to sync with the lab.
I’m sorry about your mom Talky.
This cancer shit sux.
I hope you test negative.
I just talked with my mother.
I may be getting Cerby, he is giving them some trouble.
It makes me nervous, but I love a challenge.
I have a lot of experience from my pet sitting days and worked with some really difficult dogs.
Shoe, sooner or later you have to stand up to the parents. I finally stood up to my father, totally expecting to have my face slapped off my head. Instead, he agreed with me. We got along a whole lot better after that.
Of course, standing up to my mother never did any good.
Not standing up for yourself is what ended me and OAOASO. He let his homeless aunt move in with him, and because she hates white people I was banned from his house. He had to respect her as an elder.
Ha! F’ that elder shit. My house, my rules, you don’t like it, there’s the door.
Sunny, glad you finally named the new pup, and hope your hubbie heals.
One of my fears when leaving the park is tripping over one of the dogs. They get excited and play the whole way out and all of them gravitate to me.
Probably because of my pocket full of ‘bribes’.
I know I’m missing a bunch of stuff
I’m trying to catch up
Despite what she said, I wonder if she know son some level that she’s dying but doesn’t want to talk about it.
