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Monthly Archives: February 2018
Yesterday G and I took Lucy over to the vet’s office to pick up her allergy pills. Of course she had to lead the way in and headed right for the doorway into the receptionists office. Lucy never goes directly to the scale or the seats. Nope, she has to meet and greet all her gal pals behind the desk.
She gets loved on by everyone she can possibly get loved on by.
Afterwards we headed over to the park for our first walk of the season. Temperature hit 55 and we actually had sun for a second day in a row.
After dinner, Lucy passed out on the couch. I think she’s tired.
Caught her sunning herself before dinner.
Well, it seems he was telling anyone who’d listen that he would run into a school and save the kids. This from an idiot who got 5 deferments and couldn’t run six feet if he wanted to without collapsing and panting like a dog in 100 degree weather.
Highlight of the day: Cadet Bone Spurs was scolded by the governor of Washington about the need for him to tweet less and listen more. Watch for that tweet storm, he sure did look pissed.
One of these days, while he’s seated on his golden toilet tweeting like the maniac he is, he’ll froth at the mouth enough to short his phone out.
Things are moving with the speed of a turtle but I guess that is the best way.
There’s been some see-sawing of weight–not a pleasant thing for me.
However, I have had results though they are stalled at 16 lbs lost so far.
Maybe once we have some decent weather and G and I can get out and get walking on a regular basis….
My yard is …looking like the mud flats.
Sun, we need sun.
2:30 a.m. 2/25/18 in PA and it is 45 degrees with rain. Yep, I’d say climate change for sure.
Tiny-handed princess Cadet Bone Spurs has set a date for his undeserved, uncalled for, needless waste of 30 million dollars parade.
Just when the hell do we get to tell this debauched bastard NO?
I say now.
I am telling him HELL NO!
30 million dollars can better be spent on education, disability, veterans, homeless, meals on wheels …hell, anything other than his damned tiny penis enhancer military parade.
Stop it. Just stop it.
Yeah, not talking about #45 this time.
Talking about PA lottery tickets and scratch offs.
G and I buy the big lottery tickets together and we each buy scratch off whenever we have a spare buck or two or five and are in the mood to spend it.
A few weeks ago I was winning back everything I put in…not so this week. Sigh.
Here’s an old one…LOL
It wasn’t so bad when The Curmudgeon would grill things for dinner all summer long and all I had to do was come up with side dishes.
With him the way he is that’s over with.
I sometimes will grill. (Except for now when I need to get more gas.)
I am just so tired of cooking. He won’t go out to eat and there’s only so much in delivery meals that I can handle after a while.
Don’t get me wrong, my freezer, fridge, and cupboards are well stocked. I am so tired of cooking, I have trouble trying to come up with ideas for what to cook.
I hate having to think of a meal idea, then seeing if he’s interested. It usually takes three or four tries before he says, “That sounds good.” Without any enthusiasm mind you.
I’m a damned good cook I’m just sick of being the cook.
Those young people who survived the violence of the attack in Parkland have my support.
Yell, scream, holler, text, post and do all you can to wake up Congress and drive #45 over the edge of sanity!
I am proud of you all!
You are what this country needs, more activists for gun control and peace.
To the rest of you: get out and vote these bought and paid for politicians out of office!
Let’s take back our country.
We The People do have the power to do it if we unite and work for change!
We need to work hard to rescind all the crap these bastards have heaped on us.
I say to those young people, Good job!
Yeah, it’s not me. Stock photo looks better than I do. 😉
I love it!
I’ve said it many times.
The eerie horror movie-like night with fog hanging heavy in the air.
Visibility is less than a street wide.
Yep, my sort of night!
I used to be a news junkie.
I read the newspaper every morning with my coffee.
I watched the six o’clock news every evening and the eleven o’clock news every night.
I don’t do that these days.
I think I stopped watching most of the news when #45 got elected.
I find his voice beyond fingernails on the blackboard annoying.
I read my news when I can tolerate it.
Most days I can’t, it makes my stomach churn, and raises my blood pressure to dangerous levels.
Avoiding news shows keeps me healthier, keeps the TV from being smashed, and prevents me from needing anger management.