Monthly Archives: September 2015

I don’t NEED more to do, I need LESS

So the Verizon guy arrived two hours early.

And you know what that means.

Yes, I was in bed.

The Curmudgeon let him in, he put the new back-up battery in and left.

Without taking the old router.

So now, (when I have a spare moment) in addition to having to take the paper-weight computer in for repair because of the damned hacker,  I have to go to a UPS store and mail out the damned router that the S.O.B. could have taken with him or we’ll be charged for it.

I still haven’t been able to go grocery shopping or anywhere else with all the other (The Curmudgeon’s doctor appointments, lab work, tests, etc.) running around I’ve had to do.

WTand F


Go to tech hell and wipe that smirk off your face

Ah, the frustrations in dealing with technology and the superior attitude of Techs who are young enough to be my grandchild.

I had to teach myself everything I know about computers today, I didn’t learn it from elementary school on.

I wasn’t allowed to touch a computer in school since I wasn’t a math genius. Computers then were rudimentary.

I bought my first computer when they became cheap enough for me to afford one and taught myself how to use it. I had no classes or teachers to walk me through it. Instead, I worked through every tutorial I could find, sometimes staying at it all night.

Now, if I can stay calm enough, have no big frustrations doing it, then I can pretty much figure everything out on my own.

That said, if I come to you asking for help, remember that I have other insurmountable obstacles in my life and this irritant is a fire ant on the toe of my zen. Don’t smirk, don’t judge, just do your effing job.

Kermit face

Full blood moon

Got to see the full eclipse of the moon. I was afraid I’d miss it since the clouds had covered the sky earlier.

It’s times like this where I wish I had a good camera.

One of these days…

For now…You have been Gavin mooned.


What’s for dinner?

Three words I hate to hear.

Am I the only one who struggles to think of what to cook for dinners?

I always have a freezer full of meats because we order through a company called Five Star Foods and they deliver and fill our freezer every six months.

However, this does not mean I have any idea what I am going to cook each night. Often times, thanks to a microwave and its defrost capacity, I don’t know until five minutes before I start cooking what I am going to make for dinner.

Are you a menu planner or a by the seat of your pants cook like me?

HPIM2599Last night we had ribs.

Not sleeping through that call

I guess three days was the limit, the charm, the best I could get.

Still sleeping deeply because of the muscle relaxants so I was jolted awake to hear The Curmudgeon’s voice on the phone.

This time he was not down at home. No, this time he was down at the CVS.

I needed to pick him up along with his truck. I was not into the idea of making two trips.

Thank goodness for G. It was G to the rescue! I called her and asked if she’d be willing to drive his truck home for me. She was.

Hooray! One trip.

We arrived to find a police car  just pulling in as we did. Thanks whoever called them, I really didn’t need to waste my time giving him all sorts of information.

G drove the truck with him in it home and I drove my van. Once home, I snagged some help from next door (thank you Kevin) to get The Curmudgeon inside and in his chair.

All this, I accomplished without the consumption of coffee.

After taking the dogs out, my reaction was:

hippo coffee

Muscle relaxants the key to getting nothing done…At. All.

If my back weren’t so sore, I wouldn’t take the muscle relaxants and would actually get some things accomplished.

As it is, I take a half of one before I go to sleep. Then I zonk out until almost three in the afternoon and nothing gets done.

My back is feeling better though.

Is it worth the trade-off? I don’t know.

HPIM4345Dis whad da Momma wooked wike today. Hehehehe!

So here we are in fall now…

I still do not have my back porch winterized, no caulking done, no weather-stripping on the back door up. Nothing.

The front porch is still falling apart.

My attic is not cleaned. Hell, the house isn’t clean.

I’ve not rearranged one single piece of furniture in any room.

The yard still looks like crap as does the gardens.

In other words, I’ve accomplished nothing.

It sucks to not have any help.

dust bunnies killed the cleaning fairy

A miracle

The Curmudgeon actually had a good day.

I woke late, due to taking a muscle relaxant for my back, to find that he went out and picked up the dogs’ medications and his own.

I was so grateful and surprised that you could have knocked me over with a feather.

Here's to you

Anything else I need to do?

Yesterday: Overslept, completely forgot The Curmudgeon had a neurologist appointment.

Deeply asleep. Woke to his voice on the phone telling me to get up.

Jumped up, adrenaline flowing because I thought he’d fallen again. Realized he hadn’t after my heart was pumping 100 mph.

I had less than an hour to dress and drink enough coffee to get me alert enough to drive.

Today, I have to run to the vet’s office for the dogs’ allergy medications.

Then I have to stop at the pharmacy for The Curmudgeon’s medications.

After running all over town, I need to find some time to sit down and write checks out for bills–if I have enough mind available to do that.

Then there’s laundry, cooking dinner, and taking care of the pups.

Not to mention that I also need to clean the house, go grocery shopping, and run The Curmudgeon to two more appointments this week.

Kermit face

Is it over yet?

This is one of those days where I truly do not feel like writing a post for this blog.

Beyond exhausted in mind, body, and soul. I don’t even want to talk to anyone.

The Curmudgeon makes my brain hurt.

Dont make me adult Lucy

MS so sucks

There’s nothing quite so depressing as finding The Curmudgeon on the floor unable to move but a little.

Due to a wonderful wedding, there was no help forthcoming from next door.

Yep, threw my back out again along with doing some damage to my shoulder. And still could not get him up from the floor and into his chair.

Had to go searching to find a neighbor who could help. As luck would have it, Fred was home and came to help. I hate to ask him because he has enough on his plate.

Running away to live on a beach looks better every day.

the scream

Oh My Dog!

I Lucy, sez dat da Momma shud neber beez allowed to shop unstupersized when da Howlaweenie stuffs beez on da shelbes.

She broughted home too much stuffs! Bad enuff she boughted me dat costumez last year but dis year she went too farz.

She sez she will put da stoopid pictures she tooked ob me in da new costumez later…for now enjoy last year’s costumez.HPIM4201



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