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I just live here…

A thank you once in a while.

Please, would also be nice to hear more often, it makes one feel less like a servant.

I’m sick of you asking “what’s for dinner?” and not helping me out with an idea when I give you a list of things I could make. I am tired of making that decision day in and day out. Then having you complain that you didn’t want that.

You know you’ve been told frequently that you are difficult to hear (and not just by me) because you mumble or speak too quietly. Why don’t you turn down the sound on the TV and speak loud enough for everyone to hear you.

Because you’re afraid I won’t hear you if you fall or get sick again, I’ve slept on the couch for well over a year now. My back hurts.

When you fall, you insist I help get you up and you know you’ve injured my back enough times that…my back hurts.

You get mad at me when I call for help to get you up.

I cook.

I clean as best as I can…but my back hurts.

I go to our family doctor, tell him my back hurts, and he asks how you are doing.

He doesn’t check my back. He doesn’t order x-rays or MRIs to see if there is damage. He quickly listens to my heart and my lungs. Asks if I need refills on my pills but ignores me when I tell him my back hurts.

Time for a new doctor who doesn’t know you. A doctor who sees me and not you when I am standing in front of him.

I have one friend who comes to see me. All the others have walked away. I can’t get away to make new friends either. You don’t like me to be gone for more than an hour. If I am gone longer, you look for any excuse to repeatedly call me on my cell phone (I knew I was going to regret getting it.

I am not a happy person anymore. I don’t laugh much. I do cry a lot.

I just live here, I don’t enjoy life.

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And now from the realm of you have to be fucking kidding me…

As seen on the internet

1.”The Texas Senate passed a controversial bill on Tuesday that critics argue would empower doctors to lie to pregnant women.

Senate Bill 25, which will now be sent to the Texas House, prevents parents from suing their medical provider if their baby is born with disabilities, even if that doctor discovered the condition during routine prenatal testing and failed to inform the parents.”

2. The senate just voted to undo rules covering your internet privacy

3. The Senate voted 52-47 to remove protections for wildlife in Alaska. The bill overturns protections for wildlife in our National Wildlife Refuges in Alaska. One protection these bills overturn is allowing the killing of wolf pups and bear cubs in and around their dens, even by means of gassing dens. It also allows “hunters” to use aircraft to hunt bears.

4. A republican senator ridiculed women with breast cancer. A Kansas republican senator apparently thinks women’s health care is a joke… (I think they each deserve a mailbox full of bras.)

5. Not. A. Single. Woman. Was. At. The. White. House. Meeting. On. Women’s. Health.

6. Oklahoma state representative says rape and incest are the will of God. Oh, please tar and feather this guy!

And those are just the highlights from yesterday.

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How long do you prolong suffering?

I was reading a post in a dog related FB group last night and was so sad that someone had a dog who has had severe neurological problems since he/she was only months old.

They’ve controlled seizures with medication but he/she has other symptoms they cannot control. Severe ones. Enough to make me think the dog’s quality of life is quite poor.

Yes, I know they love her. But seriously, love also means knowing when our beloved companions are suffering and you as a responsible owner can stop the suffering. You don’t keep the poor pet alive because you cannot bear to be without them.

Yes, it hurts to let them go. It hurts a lot. It is devastating.  Please, when they are suffering, let them go.

When Gavin, aged 15, reaches that point in his life where the quality of his life is at its low point, we will let him go as we have other sweet companions we loved with all our hearts. For now the silly boy still bounces through life.

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Easy day…where?

Warmer weather, melting snow, and plenty of mud to track into the kitchen. The dogs are in their glory.

Too much to do this week to worry about things like mopping the kitchen floor, grocery shopping, taking G for her PT at 10 a.m., Lucy to the vet for a check up and shot Thursday evening, and hoping to squeeze in getting some laundry done somewhere in there.

I already started the week with getting my glasses fixed, picking up medication for Gavin, and a pharmacy run for The Curmudgeon.

Twisted my knee tripping over Gavin which put off everything I wanted to get done yesterday. Fun. Not.

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More things to rant over

Has anyone noticed the ‘natural gas’ ads that claim they are good for the ecology and all?

Did you also notice that the ads are Exxon/Mobil ads? Oh, yes they are. Look at the last few seconds of the ads and you’ll see Exxon/Mobil owns the ads.

Yes, big oil wants you to support them and forget that they are the biggest enemy of our delicate ecology. Think fracking, their desire to drill in our public lands without regulation, and the pipelines…mustn’t forget those nasty, polluting things.

Their ads are banned in the UK.

http://www.campaignlive.co.uk/article/exxonmobil-mulls-protest-natural-gas-ad-ban/843302

https://www.nytimes.com/2016/05/26/science/exxon-mobil-annual-meeting.html?_r=0

A letter to all nations

Dear World,

I wish to apologize for every faux pas and idiotic statement the #notmypotus #Cheetoincharge #Whitehouserat has made.

I did not vote for the moron and I feel that you all deserve to know that most of us are embarrassed that he even exists.

The fact that he actually garnered enough support to get as far as he did makes me want to apologize for those imbeciles who did vote for him and caused so much pain for the rest of us.

The Cretin in charge and all his billionaire con artist buddies are a blight on our country.

Help. I need asylum …preferably on a beach somewhere.

Sincerely,

Doggonedmysteries

Happy birthday to me…yeah sure.

Woke on my birthday with a lovely stomach virus.

If I wasn’t in the bathroom, all I wanted to do was sleep.

Still had to take dogs out every time I got comfortable.

Still had to do stuff for The Curmudgeon every single time I got comfortable.

Absolutely insisted I was NOT cooking dinner on my birthday…he ordered Chinese food. He gets points for that.

Still had to dish it up and do dishes afterwards.

No cake… as has been the norm for 40+ years.

At least there should have been cake…

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OMG sort of day

G had to postpone her staple removal to yesterday due to the snowstorm. She had a lot of staples in her knee and was crazy ready for them to come out.

After we left her doctor’s office, we went to the pharmacy to pick up her antibiotics and pain medication. She needs a delicate, light pain med or she’s off to lala land.

From there we came home and got her back into her house safe and sound.

Then I had to load Gavin into the car and take him to the vet’s office for his suture removal. That’s lifting 65 pounds of unwilling dog into the back of a van and coaxing him into a crate. It’s also lifting 65 lbs out, back in, and once home, out again and up the front steps.

What back pain…oh, you mean that…

Then after attempting to lift the downed Curmudgeon into his bed too many times tonight, I had to call 911 for help.

The guys from the nearby fire station know the routine pretty well and I was happy to see the familiar faces of the guys who were so sweet this summer and went over to G’s to get the AC she had and install it in my window. They always assure me it’s no problem to come and help him up when he has a bad day.

I’ve not been the nicest person to him, mainly because each demand he makes of me hasn’t helped my back pain. And each demand he’s made has been as soon as I’ve settled into a position where my back doesn’t hurt quite so bad.

Seriously, if I hit the lottery I am out of here. I cannot take much more without completely destroying my own mental and physical health. I’d leave him with a trust fund for his care but I am not now nor have I ever been a nurse. Being a nurse was never my career choice. Never. I am not the sort of person who can do the job, it is not a part of my being.

I can tile a floor and walls. I can break and train horses. Train and show dogs. Write. Garden. I have the credentials for veterinary assistant. I’ve done retail management and all sorts of office work.

I have NEVER had the desire to be a nurse.

Anyone wanting the job is welcome to it.

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Day 4 of imprisonment due to snow…

My apologies to Bill Waterson for using these, but they are so apropos today….and most of us here need the laughs.

Please go like him on FB and buy his books!!! He’s a genius.

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We need sun and warmth

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Help, I’m trapped in the house with The Curmudgeon!

According to the reporters around here…we dodged a bullet with this storm. Yeah, 14 inches of snow is dodging a bullet because all around us they got almost double that.

Yes, I said double that.

My pups are aghast at the 14 inches we got I can imagine their horror at more than that.

My front walk, driveway aren’t shoveled. I am not allowed to do that and our snow clearing gal has a large customer base so we will get done sooner or later.

My back steps and a small spot are cleared for the dogs. I managed to throw my back out doing that too.

The dogs aren’t thrilled with their tiny space to go but that’s too bad.

Our street is not plowed and a mess. I don’t know how the heck I am going to get G to her appointment on Friday.

I hate this weather.

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Well, it’s here…

We are in the middle of a blizzard.

I hate snow.

I want a nice warm beach. No snow.

Lucy hates snow.

She wants a nice warm beach too.

Chances of us ever living on a beach are = to our chances of winning the lottery.

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