Friday, October 9, 2015


Yesterday I had a man call our office for service who was so rare.
He was articulate, polite and concise.
It was so impressive, I told the story to Rick and Gary then a friend over wine last night.
It really is sad that when one person does what should be done it is considered a rarity.

He called and said, "hello my name is David XYZ and I live in XYZ. I have a tub that I would like to have repaired because I am selling my condo. It has X and Y wrong with it. Is this something you do? And if so is it possible to get someone out here this week to give me an estimate?

I about fell off my chair. I was so thrilled with this man.

Normally it goes like this.
Hi ah, yeah, ah, do you fix tile? Ah, can you install a full bathroom this week?  

We don't install new tile, but we can refinish you existing tile. Is that what you'd like? 

HUH? what? giggle. 

Then I proceed to pull information from the inarticulate asshole.

Now here is the clincher. A good many are people in power. These are people with jobs of importance and with high degrees. I must admit as I have said here before the worst are realtors, they are just idiots, 2nd would be teachers. They can't string a sentence together to save their lives. But the politicos, the medical, the high powdered, never cease to amaze me how difficult it is for them to speak. 
Why is that?

Because of working here I am now very aware of myself and what I am saying when I call somewhere.
Not that anyone listens anymore anyway. Ever call customer service? You share your name and info and then they ask you the same thing in the next breath. Didn't I just tell you the issue with your product? You are asking me as though you never heard me.  I hate that. 

No one can speak well, no one can listen at all, and more importantly no one gives a shit.
When did this happen?

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

Remember Smelly Cat?

I survived that 12 hr of nothing. Wow. Harder than one would think. 

I forgot that we told our neighbor we would watch his dog for him until 9ish.
So at 3pm we picked up their dog. It's a teeny tiny thing that probably weighs a mere 6lbs. Picking her up wasn't heavier than a bag of sugar. She is old, going blind and limps. 
Poor thing. Sweet dog though. 

Now this neighbor has the same home as we do. Same layout in a cookie cutter neighborhood. But same layout doesn't mean the same, just enough to confuse the poor dog. The dog kept walking around and then looking up, like, this looks the same but the people are different and my stuff isn't here. Hey, why is there a chair here?  Watching her was quite funny. 
Then there was Izzy.

Oh my goodness Izzy wasn't happy. Big ole Izzy Girl was jealous big time. Normally Iz lays on the ground and this dog will climb on her and just be like an annoying gnat. She never minds, until last night. Boy this dog wasn't going home and it had her crazy! She was all over us. 
She was fine at first, they played. Oooh, a friend is here. Then it was like, oooh this thing won't go home now. 

I was sitting in a chair with this dog on my lap. She was crying so I was rubbing her and that kept her quiet. We were watching tv and boy this little dog can fart. She was so stinky!!
Izzy didn't like that I was holding her. Izzy didn't like any of this so she sat on my feet. 
She wasn't leaving me if I was holding this dog. To her, this was all kinds of wrong and she would look back at me like I was betraying her.

This dog also didn't smell all that well Even without the farting issue. 
Do you remember on Friends the smelly cat song? 
Yea, this was the same situation with this damn little dog. 

I noticed how bad my hands smelled at one point. At 8:30p I said to Rick that I only have 15 more minutes of anything due to this blood work. So I am putting her down. You will have to hold her to keep her from crying or freaking out if necessary because I have to wash my hands with soap, which I won't be able to do in 15 more minutes.
I could not go to the dr.'s office smelling like this damn dog. Bad enough that I will be there without showering since 5pm  (yes I showered at 5p just so it wasn't a full 24 hrs - I know I'm nuts)

So while I was washing my hands, with soap, Izzy came with me and was on me like flies on shit. She was so happy I had let go of this dog. Now Izzy doesn't stink like this so I asked Rick why he thought that might be. He had no idea why this little thing was so damn stinky. We thought it was funny in a way.  She's 14 yrs old and I'm wondering if the stench was old age. Rick said death at one point and I covered the dogs ears and said, "I thought of that too" and we laughed. Poor little thing. Can't see, can't walk well, and stinks to high heaven. 

Izzy couldn't sleep, Izzy couldn't relax, Izzy couldn't let us out of her sight!  Finally at 9:10p her owner knocked on our door. At this time, the little dog was on the sofa in a ball snoring louder than a big dog. It was funny. The owner came in and scooped her off the sofa, thanked us and went home.  Izzy immediately crawled up in her spot on the end of the sofa, sighed loudly and was out like a light. 

Guess we're not getting a puppy now are we Rick? I would think over time Izzy would get that this new dog we bring home isn't going anywhere but I wonder.  It was a crazy 24 hrs here.
I have never appreciated soap and water as much as I do today or the fact that I don't have a stinky dog!

Tuesday, October 6, 2015


Remember when I drove up to Pittsburgh a few weeks ago?  
I met my niece at this winery. Of course, we had to do a tasting first of all.
I saw this sign in the gift shop and I knew exactly where this was going in my house.

After we shopped and drank we had lunch.
We both thought this was a lovely setting.
The room for her bridal shower is right off this dining patio.
I think this will be quite nice. The food was very good so I am not concerned about the food.
The wine was okay. But if you are not a wine person this is just fine. If you are a big wine lover, you'll feel like me, it's okay for what it is. (yep wine snob)

Then I got to meet my nieces 5 month old dog Tonka. A cute boy isn't he? He is so much more hyper than Izzy ever was but boy he was adorable. He has such an over bite that he looks like he is smiling all the time.At first I thought it was white hair as our ole gal Izzy is getting. Then I realized I was seeing his teeth. That just made him all that much cuter to me. See the white on his lip - yep those are his teeth. (doggie braces)

That is all this gal has today. 
I am busy with work and I can't stop thinking about my blood test tomorrow morning at 8:45am.  This test is odd at best..
I can't eat or even brush my teeth for 12 hrs. No lotions, nada. I must be, as the dr.and nurse said, "like God made me" for 12 hrs prior to the test.  No soap, no water unless spring water. No tap. no food,no drinks, no lotions, no hair products, nothing!!  So I think I will be driving into the doctors office tomorrow with a baseball cap, no make up, looking horrific and not wanting to breath on them since I can't brush my teeth and can't bathe. I will be bringing my toothbrush though. As soon as they get my blood I am running to the bathroom and brushing my teeth and washing my hands with soap and then putting on deodorant!!!. I will get home and I am sure take a long hot shower.
Gonna be a long 12 hrs for me. I hope I'm sleepy so I can sleep through most of it.

Friday, October 2, 2015

Quick Note...

Yesterday I had to pick up one ingredient that I was missing for tonight's dinner.
As I left the grocery store with more than just the one item I went for - why do I do that? 
I noticed a line going into the liquor store.  That made me think....yeah I should get some booze for the rainy stuck in the house weekend. 

I put my grocery bags in my car and walked back to the liquor store. I grabbed a bottle of somethin' somethin' and stood in line. When I got to the counter I said, "It looks like everyone had the same idea for the nor'easter necessities."  

Oh. My. Goodness. Wrong thing to say apparently.  
The woman at the counter in all seriousness looked up and said sternly to all of us, "Necessaties are toilet paper, bread and milk. We've been so busy it's just stupid." 
I smiled and said, " well to some of us this is a necessity too".
She rolled her eyes at me and the man behind me said, "Amen" - loudly.  
Then the person behind him shouted, "These are necessaties, I have toilet paper at home." Everyone now is laughing.

I left and thought about that poor woman, she was not happy to be that busy!

Thursday, October 1, 2015

Rain and other stuff.

It's raining like crazy and while we need this rain it's only going to get worse.
Everyone is battening down the hatches.  Everyone here gets as crazy with rain as they do with snow. Basically, precipitation of any kind makes everyone here go crazy.

More rain and the nor'easter and Joaquin is on its way.  We don't normally lose power because our power lines are underground but you just never know. I made sure my batteries were new in my flashlights and that type of thing. Generators are flying off the shelves. We noticed this while perusing for a snowblower yesterday. God, they are expensive. But I really think we need one.

My hand is doing remarkably well. All the horrific things the doctor told me would happen did not transpire. I am no longer wearing a bandage or glove. All better for the most part. 
Doctor had us worried for nothing or this salve is remarkable and I may need to swim in it to do the same for my aging skin. 


The main man that works for us is having baby brain. The baby. Oh, the baby. 
He texts me random photos of his baby. Why? 
I guess he thinks I want to see them all day and night. I don't. 
I am a bitch like that. Someone's dog, yes. Your baby, not so much.  
Unless you are family a couple of photos are enough thank you. I don't even know baby mama so it's weird.

He took a week off and then this week he asked for 1/2 day on Friday. He can't remember anything and he has been screwing up, baby brain we are calling it.  A company under a certain amount of employees don't legally have to give FMLA. But I discussed days off prior to this. He insisted none. But he got a week. 
I can truly say I have not seen a male like this before. He told me the baby was yellow and I told him that babies often get jaundice within the first 5 days on earth. Normal. I  told him to call his doctor if he and baby mama were concerned. But didn't she tell him the same? Apparently not.. Instead, he panicked and ran to the ER. He told me he was so worried that this wasn't normal. He worries all the time about everything. I told him this will be his life forever now. Never too old not to worry, just worry about different things.
Anyway, the hospital ran all these tests and did all this blood work that cost thousands to tell him at the end that this was normal for a new born. Just as childless Peg told him.

His baby mama has a 9 yr old, not like this is news to her. But I think she enjoys this panic mode in him. Keeps him around. He told me yesterday that he and baby mama were coming over Friday when he has to drop off our vehicle to "show us the baby" 
Rick's been walking around saying, "We gotta see the Baby!"  
Which of course, he stole from this Seinfeld episode which makes me laugh.

Monday, September 28, 2015

Fun Filled Sunday

Let's recap my fun filled Sunday shall we?

Rick was up and down all night which keeps me awake.
Finally at 5:25a he and the dog got up and left me snuggled in bed.
At 6:30 am I went downstairs because I was starving and poured a cup of coffee.

Rick and I were having coffee and chatting. It was just a typical lazy Sunday morning.
At 8 I asked Rick if he was hungry. Of course, his answer was yes.
I made us a frittata. I pulled the pan out of the oven with an oven mitt.
I put it on the island and turned around to get a spatula. 
When I did  turn 1/2 way around, the oven mitt fell off the pan handle but I didn't see that. 
I turned around and just grabbed the handled and picked up the pan  
Oh my goodness it hurt so badly I didn't even scream.  But needless to say, I dropped the pan quickly and put my hand underwater.

OMG, the pain of this. I couldn't remember, water or butter? So I am googling with my right hand to see if water or butter is the thing. I remember that one of those is really wrong. It's  butter.
I kept my hand in a bowl of water as Rick was walking the dog.  I was in mind numbing pain. I kept thinking about all the poor people who get burns over their body. Yikes.

When Rick came back from the walk he took my hand out of the bowl and proclaimed, "We are going to the ER now!"  So I took a kitchen towel and drenched it and wrapped my hand in that so it was cool.

Seriously this hurt. We went to urgent care first, but there were 10 people in front of me.  I then went across the street to the hospital and got right in.
There is sink in the lobby and I just held my hand under the water. That was all that was helping the pain. 

They take me back and those attending to me are named, Nurse Jackie (like the TV show I loved) and Dr. Fuchs.  Okay, you can't make those names up people. 
Dr. Fuchs was a hoot and he gave me two shots immediately after looking at my hand. 
He held my burned hand and proclaimed, oh this is gonna hurt. Yes, it is already hurting you goofy man.  I got a shot in each bum check. Both made me very very loopy. 
I also got a tetanus shot. They put this thick cream all over my hand and wrapped it. 
They told me to repeat this salve 2x a day and rewrap it. 
It went from off the charts pain to a 5 or 6 as soon as these meds kicked in. Boy I was flying.  
I don't like that feeling at all, but I was happy that at least the pain had subsided.

Dr. Fuchs kept telling me not to pick at the blisters and all the bad things that could happen if I did. He told me the same thing 3 times. I assumed he thought I was flying so high that I wouldn't remember. But I certainly did remember and was annoyed that he was repeating everything. I even said that I understood and that he had already told me this. But he kept going anyways.

I do remember even asking Nurse Jackie if she got a lot of grief about her name and she said everyone who comes in says something. She had never watched the show, though. I told her the nurse was a spectacular nurse with a wee bit of a drug problem. She laughed and said that is what she's heard. I had another woman doting on me too. She was telling me the same as the doctor about picking at my blisters. Why does everyone think I'll do that?  I don't want an infection. Besides that would be raw again and hurt like hell.  I am a baby, don't like hurting like hell.

I came home and all I wanted to do was lay down. I was dizzy and getting itchy and that means I'm having a reaction to these drugs.  So I did lay down. I was out of it most of the day.  I really missed most of Sunday. But the pain subsided and stayed at that 5 or 6 pain level and that made it liveable to me. 

So here is it Monday. I am typing, or shall we say, pecking away with one hand.
It's going to be a long week. Just remember kids, do not grab pan handle that has been in a 400 degree oven for a long time without an oven mitt.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Pope, Babies and Wine

I am not Catholic. I am not a big fan of religion either as you all know. 
But I dig Pope Francis, or as we call him in our house, Pope Frankie.
He is everything a religious figure should be. I love this man.
Compassionate, kind, humble, inclusive, smart, full of love and joy, open and honestly I believe he is the actual definition of Christianity.
I think Mr. Trump and Ms. Davis could use a lesson or 3 from this man. 
His face reminds me of a couple of my Uncles. The smile, the joy in his eyes, the look.

Me, who rebels against anything the Catholic church says, took the time to listen to him speak and to watch him in my city today. It's been an eerily quiet day here in my office and I think everyone was in the city and not calling about their remodel. If he can bring about compassion, inclusiveness, kindness, etc then I am all for him to become something for others to emulate.  Everything he said is common sense, but we all know if sense were indeed common more people would have it. Some believe blindly to what a religious figure says in spite of what they know to be true. So hopefully this man's kind, compassionate teachings will be believed blindly and practiced as well. This hate filled world needs this.

Now to the more  frivolous....Did you watch Life in Pieces this week? It is a new show on CBS.
I don't know what day it was first on. My Dish Primetime just records all primetime shows. 
We watched it last night.
Its main stars are Dianne Wiest and James Brolin. 
Man oh man, James Brolin is still hot at 75. Damn!
We thought the show was funny. There were a few things were we really did laugh out loud. 
I hope it only gets better as you get to know all of these quirky family members. 
Definitely something I would watch again.

I am heading up to Pittsburgh Friday morning. Very early Friday morning. 
I have a 12/noon appointment there with my niece My niece lives in Pit and I am giving her a bridal shower in May. So we are going to go to a place we chose to have the shower. 
It will be at a winery - SURPRISE!  
Now before you think I chose this because of wine, let me explain. 
One, I am a bit of a snob about my wine. Two, Pennsylvania wine would not be something I probably would drink so this was not chosen for that reason. I am a particular wino you see. 

I have a friend who lives in a burb of Pittsburgh and asked her for some ideas since it is very difficult for me to plan this from down here.  She told me she had just been to a shower at this place and it was superb. She gave me 3 places. Two of them neither Alexandrea or I were thrilled with after our research. This one was a good choice.  Alex has wanted to go there for awhile so she was thrilled. It also is close for those coming into town via plane.  And for all those up north it is closer to them because it is a town 45 minutes north of Pittsburgh. So we have all logistics covered and that's helpful.

I went online and checked their banquet menu and it all looked good. I called them and they have been super helpful as well. We are meeting with the banquet coordinator Friday and will go over the menu etc. Then my niece and I will probably shop for some gifts to give for those stupid shower games. I was so hoping she would hate them too. But no, she loves all that stuff. Crap!

Alex has a cat and a new puppy.  Since I am scared to death - petrified, of cats I was not going to stay at her apartment. I was just going to drive back home that night. We never really discussed what I was doing all this time. But she called me Monday night and told me her girlfriend is going to cat sit and would I like to stay with her?  Her boyfriend is a college football coach so he will be out of town (they live together) so it will be our little slumber party. Which means more wine. 
This young girl is my first niece. She is beautiful, smart and a real type A go-getter. 
I am so incredibly proud of her.  She didn't have a great beginning, but she has sure made up for it and proved all the nay-sayers wrong. I couldn't love her or be more proud (or is prouder the proper term here?) of her if I had given birth to her. 

And speaking of giving birth.....Gary's baby was born in the wee hours Tuesday morning.
The baby was smaller than expected as a commenter said it would be.
It was 10lbs 7oz. (and 2 1/2 weeks early)  Big ole Charlie Brown head just like his father and God love the mother, she had it naturally.  As I told another blogger, I would have opted for drugs, wake me when the baby is 2 and potty trained.  But that's just me. 

Monday, September 21, 2015

Tid Bits

There is a blogger out there who I read religiously.
However, he is on WordPress. I hate word press.
Each time I sign in they tell me my password is wrong.
So I reset. Then I refresh and it tells me my password is wrong.
I can never leave comments on anyone who is on word press so I have officially GIVEN UP!
Brian, I wanted to say something, but WordPress hates me.
You are not being ignored. Honestly, I am sure I am not the only one so you have more readers than can comment on that dumb WordPress.  

I was rooting for the Red Sox to win this weekend and it was all kinds of weird.
I felt dirty.

Gary's significant other or baby mama, which is more appropriate sadly is in labor as we speak.
He called us Saturday to tell us that they were taking her in Sunday to induce labor. She is 2 1/2 weeks early. She is also the biggest pregnant woman I have ever seen. She is not a big gal, but Gary is a big boy, and his baby is huge too. The baby already weighs 12 lbs so you can only imagine. Gary has a big ole Charlie Brown head, I'd look at him and the size of that pregnant belly and opt for a c-section quickly. But that's me who has not given birth to anyone.

He told me Saturday after telling us about going to the hospital on Sunday that he should then be ready to work Monday. I laughed. No, you nut, you won't. 
Just because they are inducing doesn't mean she will have it just like that. I think he was quite delusional about this process. For some reason it makes me laugh.
I asked him then, what if she has it at 10p Monday? You going to be up for work at 6am?
Don't be silly -we'll see you after you get some sleep, you know like when the baby is 18. 
He just laughed. He has no idea what he has in front of him.

I text him at 11am today and asked if he was a Daddy yet. He said, Nope, hopefully soon.
YOU hope soon? I bet your baby mama is praying for soon.
That made me think of this video I saw a few years ago.
Enjoy women.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Helpful Tip of The Day

Think I got lost?
Yeah, I'm  thinking about it. But before I walk away I thought I'd share a few more tid bits of my life.

Gary called me after he left a job today. He was doing just a small  repair for a contractor.
The contractor called to say that he dropped a tile and took a chunk out of the customers bathtub. We had to repair that "chunk".  Easy Peasy and flawless.

The woman walked Gary up to the bathtub and showed him the chip. 
She then left the room.  In her bathtub was the woman's douche. She came back to inspect his work and didn't appear to be embarrassed or concerned. I would have been mortified and it would have shown. If she did care, she was good at hiding her embarrassment.

Gary called me to share this story with me and he said it like this - The woman left a deuce in the tub. I gasped and said, "she pooped in the tub?"   Now Gary is really laughing and said, "NO, A DOUCHE." 
Okay, either way it's gross that she showed you the tub chip and left it there.  Who does that? But boy we had a good laugh.

It got me thinking about what I would do in that situation. 
Do you grab it and say excuse me and put it away? Do you pretend you don't see it and pray he doesn't either because you are so embarrassed? Do you see it, panic, ask that he leave the room for a moment and grab it and throw it under the sink?  He may think you are using the toilet. Who knows what I would do. But man it made me laugh listening to Gary. (for that matter who uses those old fashion douches?)

This morning we had a contractor come to our home to give us an estimate for our bedroom remodel. All we needed was someone to do the crown molding. So I actually made my bed.  
I mean the bedroom is  70% finished so I wasn't going to not make the bed. I even vacuumed the carpet and dusted last night. Rick was laughing at me and said, "he's not even going to notice."  I said, "yeah, and what do you and Gary and William tell me all the time?"
He laughed and said,"dust away my dear"

So what happens when hubby and contractor begin talking? They begin talking shop about people's homes, the people, the crazy shit. Rick shared a new one that happened this past week. The man had a toilet with poo all over the seat. Of course, this was the bathroom Rick was working in. No, Rick wouldn't use his toilet for anything. They were sharing stories. So, of course, they see things. 
Just remember that the next time a contractor is coming to your home. 
If you don't want it seen, put it away!

Friday, September 4, 2015


I'm putting something together which had me looking at some old posts. This one cracked me up because my husband still talks about this woman who didn't put her things away when he was there.  Here is your flashback to July 2008.

Have a safe and fun holiday weekend blogger buddies.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015


I mentioned to you that while on vacation at our rental home the beds were horrific.
The springs were shot in the two queen beds and were most uncomfortable.
But worse than that was any movement of any kind made the other person go flying.

Rick has developed this twitchy shit that drives me crazy. He will fall asleep with his hand on me or arm over me and then he starts a twitch. I will wake up and then move his hand. Once he had his hand resting on my head - how? why? who the hell knows. But apparently he was fishing and as he pulled at his fishing rod to snag the fish he was actually pulling my hair. Oh, sleeping with him is an adventure.

The other night he kept moving. I turned to see what he was doing as I said, "for the love of God what are you doing over there?"  He laughs and he said he was only reaching for his eye glasses on the nightstand.The next thing I know he turns around and as he does this I went flying off the bed. Yes, flying.  I landed on the floor and he ran to that side of the bed laughing and yet I could see he was afraid I might be hurt. I too was laughing as I was saying, OW!

Those beds were awful. The homeowners/property service wrote to us today and asked for a review. I think I'll wait until I get my security deposit back before I do that.

Monday, August 31, 2015

Izzy Here.

It's Izzy, I'm writing the blog today. My mom said she was buried. 
I see her so I am not sure I understand the word buried.
I'm a bit depressed today. I am land locked. 
Thankfully I'm very very tired too so I'll let it go that I am on land all day.

On my first day of vacation, I jumped into the boat and tried to hurry these old folks along. They were moving at the speed of a snail.  C'mon I'm the one with arthritis and I was moving faster. 
We've been here for 3 minutes and you aren't on the boat yet? let's go, let's go, let's go.
I jumped in the boat with my FAVORITE toy and waited for them. I gave them the evil eye, but they didn't seem to mind. Damn them! Come on people, there is water out there, caves and fish to explore.
They don't seem to understand my fish focus. I am the fish ninja. I can see the blue gills  and I pounce on them and it's fun. My mom thinks it's "cute" that my front paws reach out at the same time to grab them like her hands while in the water. Cute, my ass, I am awesome!  
I was in this boat and  they wanted to take my picture. I wasn't looking away for a damn photo op. I was going to scare those fish with my menacing looks. I'm on my way fishy.

 Each day when we got back to the house they tried to take away my toy. I would have none of that. I was certainly not going to fall asleep and have them take that away. I slept with it every day and night. It's my swimming and diving toy and if they take it they may lose it. I know where it's at this way and I'll give it to them to throw so it's safe with me. Dad said this morning that his right arm was hurting. He wondered out loud why that could be. Silly old man, that's his throwing arm....tee hee
Once when they tried to take it from me I ran up to my "safe" spot. You see they can't get me from here. The chair next to me is home free. 
My Dad tried to do a lot of this below....I didn't make it easy.
I heard my mom making fun of my toy. I didn't like that. We were on the boat and she told Dad it looked like a sex toy. I growled at her to show my disapproval.
 Here are some more pix from my vacation.  This one made mom happy. It was an ice cream boat. I didn't get it until they bought something. They had doggy "ice cream" treats on board. I then realized I liked this boat too. The music is annoying but we've got that on a truck in the neighborhood so i'm used to it.
 My parents got mean after a full day of nonstop swimming, They made me come in for dinner or other silly reasons to go inside. I showed them. I wouldn't look at them. I would only stare out at the water.  I am a very focused dog, they just don't get me, people.
 This is my dad. Mom was on the boat trying to kill herself driving it. Dad was pretty relaxed considering she was the one driving.Could have been the tequila.
 Not sure if Dad was waving for help so mom would stop driving the boat away or if he was being silly, but knowing my dad, I'm sure both of those things were involved.
This is Captain Bill. He was very friendly towards me. I liked him. He smelled like a good dog. He was a jovial man like my dad.  He came to help tow our boat when the starter wire fried. I don't know what that means, but I heard my dad say it. To me, it means no swimming in awesome coves and no playing in woods or exploring new areas. I was stuck at the dock. I pretend that was a bummer, but who am I kidding, I had fish, water, and a man or woman to constantly throw my favorite toy all day. Life is good. I had a fun summer vacation!!

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Quick update

Yes, I'm still on vacation.
It's the wee hours of the morning as I type this and I can't sleep.

The house we rented looks nice, is clean, but everything is uncomfortable.
All the beds are horrifically soft and uncomfortable. We have switched rooms.
Even tried the bunk beds. Seeing Rick try to fit in a bunk bed was pretty funny.

Normally I bring my own pillow but trying to pack light decided this year not to.
Got here and the pillows are as flat as a pancake. I have 4 on my bed and they aren't the size of my 1 pillow at home. We have had some laughs.

The sofa is as bad as the bed. Rick said he felt like goldilocks, trying everything to find comfort.
Not happening.  But, hey we're on vacation, its sunny and every afternoon after 12p I am done working and am outside. That's ain't a bad thing right?

It's been a weird week this week at Smith Mountain Lake.
The weather is cooler than normal. In fact Rick is perplexed as to the fish and critters.
The climate and conditions are behaving 3 weeks in advance to where we are on the calendar.
So he's had some lousy fishing. Leaves changing here already too. This is our week every year and there is a real difference in the weather this year. That makes us fear winter. Oh my goodness. I think a snow blower is going to be in my future this year.

The dock here isn't great either. Who has a floater without a ladder? And it's not a real floater either.
The main dock is okay but the home owner left their boat here so we are in open water, again not great but doable. The best part of the cove? The ice cream boat lives in this cove so at the end of each day as we are sitting in Adirondack chairs at the dock sipping a beverage, the ice cream man goes by. I have yet to get ice cream. Not so good with wine. Perhaps a wine float? :-) He waved to us yesterday and we tipped our glasses and he yelled, "I'll trade you."  We laughed. But today I think I will forgo the wine (gasp!) and get a popsicle or something. Even if we are inside for a moment we hear the ice cream boat coming towards the cove. It rings the song just like the ice cream truck in our neighborhood. We have pulled up to this boat on occasion while out for a treat. It's always fun. When isn't the ice cream truck fun?
If you can't find the joy in that, well you may have to do some inner soul searching.

Izzy is in heaven and swims non stop. Each day we find an island or a cove in the afternoon and anchor the boat. We sit in chairs in the water or floating chairs and just chill. We try to not talk shop but it never works. We have laughed our asses off to the point of not being able to breath. Who knows what makes us find the funny but one day it was one thing after another. This particular day a boat came close to us and we were like, "it's 500 miles of shore line - go away" But they stopped and we could hear them talking and then a rather larger man tried to maneuver on his boat and he fell into the water. Everyone on his boat laughed and didn't help the poor guy. Rick got up to swim out there to help him, but even he thought it was funny. (Izzy followed) When Rick got to him he was fine, embarrassed, but fine. He was not wearing his swim trunks, he was wearing shorts, shoes and a golf shirt. Poor guy was playing tour guide to new friends visiting the lake and he sure gave them a show. They thanked Rick, waved to me, and he and Izzy swam back.

We have lunch in these coves or islands and just enjoy the peace, quiet and watching our crazy dog swim for 3 or 4 hours non stop. Seriously we make her stop after 4 hours. I have video but I don't want to bore you to tears. Trust me it is a solid 3-4 hours of swimming back and forth looking for her fish. She keeps herself amused and we are just being lazy and chillin'.

The first 24 hrs after we arrive she is a total spaz. Water, water, water. We can't get her to calm down. We can only let her swim. When she comes in - she stares at the water until she can be back out there. She won't relax. Finally the 2nd day she swims more and she gets better. Each day after swimming for 4 hours straight (and this is not counting the 1st hour off the dock at the house between 6:30 - 7:30am) she comes back and swims around the house Most of that is just diving for her toy over and over again.

Last night she was finally wiped out. She slept with her toy on the porch. Then moved to the living room, then the bed. She slept from 7p - 5:30am . That is the earliest she has ever fallen asleep here. No naps at all during the day. Just swimming.  After we went out for a morning potty break, she went back to bed until 7:45a. THAT has NEVER happened in the 6 yrs we've had her. She's getting old I guess. Her limping has improved as well. I guess the healing water of the lake as well as the meds are working.

Yesterday morning as you all know unless you don't ever turn on your news sources, was a horrific live on the air shooting here at Smith Mountain Lake. I was working at 7am on my tablet so the TV was on but muted and I was not looking at it. I got a text asking me about it. So I turned on the TV sound and they were replaying the horrific scene. Thankfully they have stopped doing that!  I wish I had not seen it. A disgruntled employee who was fired for anger issues as well as other issues that were listed.  I found it odd that the station manager went on about the litany of issues for his firing. He even mentioned him getting counseling for his mental issues. Can he really tell that shit without his family suing him? I would think that would be against all kinds of HR laws. But he did. 

I am about to give my opinion. I know there will be people who disagree. That is fine. You can write that on your blog. This is my blog of my opinions. If you don't share my opinions, that is fine, that's why they are called my opinions. This blog isn't a democracy, it's my opinion. You can write your opinion on your blog.
It's still a somewhat free country -  You can go elsewhere if I offend you with my comments. Don't leave me your comments telling me how wrong I am. Please just go quietly elsewhere if I offend your sensibilities.

Yesterday if this mentally ill man had let's say a knife instead of a fire arm, how many people right now would be dead? If the answer is any less than are currently dead then it's a win. I am so sick of people telling me you must own a gun. Then that bombastic stupid limbaugh said all journalist should be carrying a gun. Yea that's the answer, if you saw this, then you know there is no way that would have helped them in time anyway. 2nd of all , this cowboy, redneck mentally that certain parts of America are choosing is sick and twisted. So let's just arm everyone. That is the most stupid, ignorant and uneducated reasoning. But then when you see the people spouting this stupidity, they show you how stupid and ignorant they are. Australia and Canada have it so right on this topic.

I get the fact that someone wants a hunting gun. (okay not really, but if you must hunt and not go to the grocery store so be it) No one is saying, get rid of your ability to kill bambi or elk. I am saying and most reasonable people are saying, that there is no need to own anything else unless you are a police officer or a job that warrants this. Semi-automatic?  Yea, thanks Wal-Mart, your sorry ass sells these to anyone and everyone. Thanks NRA for having metal detectors in your lobby so no one goes in and shoots the hell out of you numbnuts. Thanks NRA for being such a huge lobbyist that as usual the right and nut baggers support your wealthy lifestyle and you have no regard for your fellow man/woman.

This man was a mental health patient, fired for these reasons and yet he could get a gun. Makes no sense. Black Lives Matter. All Lives Matter.

My country is failing me on a plethora of issues. Illegal immigration isn't even on my radar or not on my top 10 of important issues. I do not hire them. Trump does, but I don't.
It's so unimportant in the big scheme of things compared to real issues hurting us. The number one issue is ourselves.  Let's start with these immigrants taking all our jobs. Really they are taking our jobs? They are taking that landscaping job you coveted? They took that cleaning job/janitor job you really wanted?  Try finding a person who will work for $30/hr or more in a labor type position?  Not a one applies except someone who can barely speak English or a hillbilly with no teeth who can't speak well enough to be presented in front of a customer. We have had this issue for 10 yrs.  And we pay more than $30 an hour!  Starting pay here is 50K -with no experience. Yet, only immigrants applied. Not good enough for you to make 50K? It's only starting pay. We had to find someone and ask him if this would be of interest after we saw his resume online. We were not even on his radar.

There are no so called Americans who will take on a trade anymore.  We hear this from all contractors big and small that their pool is so,so small it's frightening. We've taken all these subjects out of school so everyone thinks it's "beneath" them to know how to do electrical, plumbing, tile work, contracting skills etc. They have been raised by a generation of parents who don't own a screw driver and don't have a way to see if this is something they like or have a skill set for. It's not in any school program, not taught at home and they may not be real college material. But they go, come out with 100K in school debt and then can't find a job. That is the real topic of immigration to me.

How about something that hurts us all? Gun reform. That is a real issue.

How about a positive of how great it was that the dow is bouncing back? How about the fact that several years ago all the major car companies were about to fold and they were given a life preserver and are stronger than ever. How about we talk about how far we've come with the economy and the housing market? It's all so positive. Where I live home sales are average 2 weeks and sold! My house price is up a great deal thankfully.  How do we keep that going? How awesome is it that I have insurance and so do another 5 million of Americans who couldn't get it before the Affordable Care Act. How do we rid ourselves of all the negative on tv and on social media? I know there are people, hell, I have bloggers who leave these sort of comments, where everything is a negative. I mean everything. How about the positive to go with it? The ying and yang.

The shooting, the inability to buy an employee a t-shirt due to the shooting and all the negative bullshit has taken it's toll this week on the two of us.
Made for a heavy vacation feeling. The community is shaken as you can imagine. But it goes deeper in so many ways.

Rick said something last night. I was in NYC on Sept 10th and I had an appointment in Chinatown the morning of Sept 11th. I went home a day early at the last minute. Thankfully.
I was in NYC during their last major blackout but it could have been far worse than it was for me. We had just gotten to this area when there was a shooting near by at Virginia Tech. We were told to stay off the highway.
We just moved to where we currently live when the sniper was shooting at cars around our area. Rick said, "it's awful to be so close to all these things but I am thankful we've only been close and not in the middle of it all. We have that to be thankful for."

I agree. We do have that to be thankful for. We have a lot to be thankful for actually.

In the mean time, the sun is up, the dog is swimming and Rick is cooking me breakfast.
I am going to go enjoy my last few days here and try to let go of this heavy feeling of despair and enjoy how damn lucky I am.

Friday, August 21, 2015


It's finally Friday. It felt like it would never get here this week.

It has been one helluva week around these parts.
I think I will share all that transpired upon my return. Right now the wound is too raw.

I am leaving Sunday morning for a week at the lake.
While I will work most mornings, my afternoons will be filled with tequila, gin or wine with a side of sunshine and a boat, a dog, and a hubby.  Sounds wonderful to me, even with bum knees.

1 hour and 15 minutes to go. 

I wish you all a fabulous week!