Alice may actually have been a Norwegian forest, not a Maine coon – the people at the shelter where we got her weren’t sure.
When Alice’s arthritis started keeping her from jumping onto the bed, we took the frame up to the attic and put the foundation directly on the floor. Made things much easier for her.
Happy Monday! I’m about to head out for my annual physical, or as Medicare likes to call it, “wellness check.” Usually I bring in a list of minor complaints I’ve ben saving up, and the doc keeps reminding me Medicare doesn’t want him to hear about those things at a wellness check. This time, I have none, so hopefully it won’t be too long or dismaying.
My late, great black lab used to gently gnaw on our fingers as we walked past. One day my 4-year-old daughter said, “I know why she does it! It’s because our fingers have bones in them!”
Spot probably suspects that your insides are made of kibble.
My mom used ot marinate steaks in red wine, onions, garlic, and some other stuff, but only cheaper cuts. Dad always said a good steak should be enjoyed without condiments or marinating. I love steak now, but I didn’t like it back then because I thought it boring.
Waves at taters.
Waves harder.
Remember the scales before digital ones where you could use that little wheel to adjust 'em? Sooo much easier. 
But I hope you make it below 200 so you can have your moment of glory, though it’s really, really impressive that you’ve lost what you have.
cookie, sorry about your friends, and best of luck to you and Sophie!
Maybe if you buy top-shelf vermouth, he won’t notice the difference.
FCM, since it’s inevitable, it’s nice that your MIL is just drifting out on her dreams.
It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man black cat is snoring!
That’s effed up.
Then again, I haven’t seen a doctor in years, due to lack of coverage or ability to pay for it, so I’ll shelve complaints about the U.S. “health care system” for now.
They were both correct.
Mine, too!!
(Don’t tell Monkey. He’s my bestest boy now.)
And yet, no photographic proof. Hmmph. 
Nap was nappaged.
Took 2 different Meyers, but I obtained way too much stuff - holy crap groceries are eyewatering expensive chicken and cheese.
Got the only shredded chicken in the entire store, on the 2nd try; it was all I really wanted, so I felt SO triumphant!
Also celebrating with some Texas Roadhouse, after not eating much the last coupla days & really needing the protein hit, and I am so glad I live alone, because I absolutely tore into it caveman-style.
Will probably also be grateful to live alone tomorrow, after I, uh, spend time on the queen’s throne.
Obliterating my 2nd roll, then I hafta oh, look, a half-killed joint call my mother.
Yeah, we can’t worry about hurt feelings on this. Teeth problems turn into much worse problems if not fixed.
Evening all. Swimming was swum and the Wendy’s double and fries were better than usual, so I’m in a good mood. Added a couple things to the list for tomorrow, need to do a Braunschweiger Run and probably run the dishwasher and also get my credit card payments in (they are due on the 21st, but I don’t take chances…). But tonight will probably be tackleball watching, either on the couch or on a treadmill at the gym, still haven’t decided yet.
Did buy something at Wal-Mart I should have gotten long ago; a beard comb, it works a lot better than a hair comb and the beard definitely needed some brushing out. Also got some more casual shoes and a hearing aid cleaning kit (the tiny little brushes they sent home with me were much to easy to lose). Will wear a pair of the shoes to the gym (either tonight or tomorrow) and see how they feel.
Cookie, hope the couple recover ok, falls and/or injuries in old age tend to be more damaging, IMHO. And what the heck were they dancing, the jitterbug? And concur with others, best Sadie faces the Dr. now and has time to forgive you.
Ahem, that’s humour them… 
Legend, glad you could stop by, sounds like you may be on the road for a bit, take care and best wishes to Daughter #1.
shoe, glad the card came; I didn’t get my first debit card until March of this year, now I use it 4-6 times a month (I know, but I’m an old Luddite, have to creep up on these new-fangled things slowly…).
FCM, scammers are pretty much everywhere.
Herald, you have a lot of cats. Officially it’s called a Clowder of Cats, I prefer a Glare of Cats…
nellie, hope the physical went ok. And yes, I remember the scale with the ‘wheel’.
Actually, that is a bit of an indictment of the US health care system; and a deserved one, IMHO (will leave it there, not politicing in the MMP).
And it’s 6:30pm now, applesauce has been consumed for a dessert (beats Cheez-its) and will decide soon if the gym is in my future or not.
Those are definitely scary eyes.
RUN AWAY!!!
Is daft another word for Jerk?
Oh nonono, that won’t do at all. Of course you didn’t lose, you got into a fight with a catamount who cheated.
Hopefully the scratches won’t be as red and obvious looking when you do have to go to the office. Do you have any wide brimmed hats you could wear with sunglasses?
I’m so glad that being tired is the only after effect of having something that stressful happen. Give her some gentle pats form me as well.
You are male. It is not automatically assumed that you have been beaten if you are not female.
It was actually pretty upsetting to know that people were blaming my husband for beating me despite many of them knowing him. Not to mention that they should have known that I would never put up with that sort of stuff.
Jolene wants to give love bites. She is learning that if she bites she gets put down and ignored so the nips have gotten much lighter. We are still working on that.
Fred was horrible, he CHOMPED for years before we broke him of it.
What would you do if your wife started falling? What would she do if you did? I can’t imagine not trying to keep Hubs upright and he has is a foot taller and has and a hundred pounds on me.
So, I’m guessing that they weren’t thinking at that moment, they were just reacting.
Holy cow, overwhelmed seems like such an understatement to me. I sure do hope things all work out for the best.
It is very kind of you to continue to support them after they are no longer needed. You really are nice, damnit!
Not being able to see a doctor because your employer won’t pay for health insurance is not a good look for what we pretend is a health care system. I have many words to say about that.
So I almost didn’t swim today. I signed in and was faced with a sign that said No Hot Water. I’m far too precious to take a cold shower so I almost left. But…I was already there and inside the building, so I asked the reception lady when the hot water would come back on and she told me that it was back on, she had just forgotten to take the sign down.
I got the lane next to the teacher’s lane and said a few encouraging things to the child she was teaching when I was at that end of the pool. “Good job” for swimming with her face in the water and “Water up the nose? I hate it when that happens to me.”
Not to be nice, but because I want to encourage the younger generations to grow up healthy and strong so they can work hard and fund my social security.
I did a whole 700 yards today and that was a little too much for my hip, it was screaming by the time I got to the showers.
When I was leaving the office person I had told about the fire alarm asked me to go back and point out which one it was because they have had other complaints about random alarms and want to keep track of which ones they are.
He also scolded me for not leaving the building and walking around to the front door because I could have died in a fire for going back inside and walking through the middle of it while the alarm was still going off. I pretended to look contrite.
I will share your kind words with George. He does look impressive when he’s not trying to eat an lemon tree leaf for the fourth time. It warmed up nicely this afternoon and I put Citria out to enjoy some sun.
Brought her back in when the shade took the yard over and once again, Gormless George didn’t recognize her and put his mouth on a leaf. They must taste bitter, there are no holes in the leaves so just licking it makes him make a face. I’m keeping track to see how long it takes him to learn to not lick bitter tree. (Jolene has only put a leaf in her mouth once cause she’s a figuring it out kittah.)
He’s the big one. Jolene is his thinking brain cat and she’s been teaching him some very bad habits recently. Get off the dishwasher, both of you!!!
Awwwwwww…
Sorry for the ick formatting. Got distracted by yelling at the jerks.
In my case, it’s putting down something else I’m doing, getting sheveled and getting my ass out the door.
Even Nelson and Sugar, the standard poodle next door like this one.
Sometimes, that’s what is needed most.
Irked, came home, walked Nelson and et. Not a whole lot shakin’ at CasaRoja.
Stay safe and healthy y’all!
Howdy Y’all! Home from men’s night over to the church house. A good group on hand and we solved all the world’s problems but of course no one listens to us. One of the group invited us to his home for the December meetin’. We haven’t done a “road trip” night in a long time so that will be fun.
Aw, someone noticed my joke!
My Other Shoe taught me to put my hand out flat, palm forward, fingers & thumb all held together to form a firm defense.
They can’t get their teeth around a flat surface, and that usually stops things.
If kitteh tries to escalate, push backwards gently, or simply (gently) mush them to the ground by their scruff. Hold them down for a coupla seconds, then let go.
This is how every Momma Cat disciplines kittens.
Aw, what a perfect name.
My childhood dog was a mini poodle - Tina was The Bestest Dog Evah - and it always amuses me that people discount standard poodles as frou-frou, when they were bred to be hunting dogs, and are smarter than most people.
Doc said I’m looking good. He calculated that I have a 5.4% chance of keeling over with a heart attack in the next 5 years. I also heard all about the vacation he and his wife took to Spain. He recommended I go. Yes, certainly. I shall tell Jeeves to bring the Bentley 'round just as soon as Bridgett finishes packing my Louis Vuittons. Perhaps I shall lunch in Madrid.
Oh, my gosh, is she named after a character in Firefly? My son and his wife adopted an old dog and named her Nandi. All their adoptees are named after Firefly characters. Their first dog was Jayne. I always wanted to knit him a hat.
Hmph. My BP was 104/60 at the doc’s. I bet it’s 10 x higher after reading that. Basic healthcare is a human right, but try telling that to someone who has excellent insurance or just believes all the BS. I guess it’s Easy to be hard. I shall commence keeping my mouth shut, but my mind is still glowering on your behalf.
Isn’t the half-joint necessary preparation for such a call?
There really IS a Braunschweiger Run, or at least, a run for Braunschweig. Gehen, MetallMaus, Gehen! (I hope that doesn’t say something naughty.)
We call them “Manson eyes.” My DIL called the eyes of a dog on the shelter site that. Specifically, she said, “Who’d adopt a dog who has Manson eyes?” A: They would. His name is Mister Universe.
Whatever the intention (and I have to think it was a kindly one), you made that kid’s day.
Man, if I had a dime for every time someone said that to me and some guy…
I read the last one as “The Young and the Wise-ass,” and I think I know which one is doggio.
I’m seriously thinking of canceling my Thanksgiving trip. I gave myself a minor panic attack thinking about it today. Plus, it’s costing me a whole lot of money that I really don’t want to spend on a vacation. I don’t really want to go on. I called my sister and told her that I would think about it for a day or so before making my decision. I know I’m not going to go. I’ll miss seeing my sister, but maybe I’ll go down in January.
Well, I am still trying to get that letter from the almost employer. Its like pulling teeth.
HR e mails and say log in. It won’t let me log in.
Have 2 interviews tomorrow.
Supper was rigatoni.
Time for KillTony.
Did you see that picture I got of Buddy IN the dishwasher? 
How old is Jolene again? Something about her face seems rather juvenile to me.
(about standard poodles)
This is not a great challenge, as those of us who’ve worked with the public are aware. Example: in my county, ballots clearly instruct the voter to use blue or black ink. Red or green ballpoint does not qualify. Pencil does not qualify. And in what universe is yellow highlighter a reasonable choice given the instructions they’re provided? Blue or black pens are standard office equipment in most settings and can be had quite easily and super-cheap for home.
Yes, I do have a case of the crabbies today.
When DH gets home, gotta yell at him. A guy with no prior snow driving experience decided he HAD to take the Jeep up into snow. Alone. As in, no one else in the vehicle with him, no other vehicle along on the trip. He has texted me that he’s back in civilization so is in no more than normal Sacramento-area traffic danger, but I’m starting to wonder if I have to stop working so I can keep an eye on what I see as damn near suicidally dangerous impulses on his part! If he’d gotten stranded, he wouldn’t have even had the options the Donner Party did! I have more than enough anxiety and depression problems as it is lately, TYVDM, without worrying about his apparent complete disregard for his own safety.
The nipping happens during cuddles and often without warning. Then we yell OW and dump cat off the lap or drop it a few feet to the floor and ignore for a few minutes. I do use the palm of my hand when I can tell that a bite is on the way, but cats are can be so sneaky and fast that we usually don’t have time to defend.
My mind says many bad words on a regular basis over it. Sadly, things are going to get worse without ACA.
Wait a minute. Are you telling me that you have actually floozied somewhere I haven’t? I’m going to have to do something about that.
If you don’t want to go, stay home. You probably need time with Arial anyhow, both of you had a serious scare and it will take time to settle your nerves.
I did! Buddy is sure comfortable in his world.
Now, be honest. Did you have to suppress the evil thoughts that wanted you to close the door and turn the water on?
She was 13 months old in that pic. Here’s today’s pic:
She’s almost 10 lbs, she just looks small because GG is so big.
Back when I worked at the food stamp office, we worked behind tall counters. Said counters all had many signs saying “DO NOT PUT YOUR CHILD ON THE COUNTERS”. I watched so many women put their children on a four foot tall counter and then take their hands off them to use the keypad that I just refused to go forward with the conversation.
Them: I need to renew my food stamps.
Me: Please pick your child up and read the sign you just put it on.
Them: No, I just need to check in to renew my food stamps.
Me: Please pick your child up and read the sign you just put it on.
Once the kid was safely on the floor or in their arms, I would start the check in process.
He’s got a cell phone. Do tell him that he’s not a real Jeeper until he has enough supplies in the back to last three people for a day and a night (which means blankets and terlit paper) until help arrives.
We once spent the night in our jeep and learned all of the things we should have had been carrying by being without them.
(If either of you are on maintenance meds, put a day’s worth in the glove box and rotate them on a monthly basis.)
They both got the “What’re you lookin at” look. Adorbs.
I just made plans to fly back to Maine for T-day. This’ll be my first thanksgiving with my folks in 15? years.
All else is going to shit. Donwanna bug you guys with it all. Most of it is my fault in not planning properly. Once upon a time I was smart.
Every word of this could have come from me. Hang in, we’re all bailing out the boat as fast as we can.
Hope the Thanksgiving is everything you’ve waited for, have a second piece of pie for me!
Happy Moonday!
No park this morning as nobody else was going. The dogs were entertained all day by my neighbor outside working on something.
All three of them will sit at the fence watching him.
I got the news today that a cousin had a massive heart attack and is in the hospital. It doesn’t look good. I don’t know this cousin well, he is really my father’s cousin, but some of my other cousins are close to him.
A lot of crap is happening around me.
Is “Spot” a noun or a verb? Or both?
We have mice, again.
I am not happy.
.Yes.