It's Sunday morning - What's gnu with ewe?
Happy New Year George and others - I am on my last day of freedom before the next wild and crazy semester starts (after one week of prep). I think that I will do whatever I want to do for the day because I won't have any other days before April where there is nothing that has to be marked or prepared!
Home Depot is on my list of places to visit. I was online with Sears over the weekend and bought 8 panels of faux suede drapery panels for under $100.00. They were $59.99 each before the sale and I nabbed them for around $12.00 each plus tax, which is high here - gotta pay for the universal health insurance - and delivery to my house. they are perfect for my new condo that I will advertise soon for the people looking for apartments in January or February.
Then it's home to make a skirt and make sure that all is ready for tomorrow when I make my appearance at school. It's always fun to see the other teachers again and the students who are around to purchase books, but we all know that it is the calm before the storm and there is an underlying tension that is almost palpable. Thank God I love my job; otherwise, I would absolutely hate going to work.
I had my condo painted and the rugs cleaned. I spent some time yesterday painting shelves in the storage room there and removing most of the junk left by the last tenant. It looks great and I could move in tomorrow if the condo board would only let my two big dogs in! Just kidding. I like where I am, and I'm not going anywhere without my "kids".
Anyone heard from Margo? I know that she wrote that she would appear here on the weekend, and the weekend isn't over yet - I'm just concerned that she is okay.
Margo - if you're reading this, I'm not asking you to post sooner than you are ready to - you do what's best for you - just know that you are thought of.
Everybody, have a great day.
Margaret
It's gotten colder here again, so all of the mud and muck is gone. Hooray, no more German shepherd BIG feet going in and out of the house depositing mud all over my hardwood floors!
Home Depot is on my list of places to visit. I was online with Sears over the weekend and bought 8 panels of faux suede drapery panels for under $100.00. They were $59.99 each before the sale and I nabbed them for around $12.00 each plus tax, which is high here - gotta pay for the universal health insurance - and delivery to my house. they are perfect for my new condo that I will advertise soon for the people looking for apartments in January or February.
Then it's home to make a skirt and make sure that all is ready for tomorrow when I make my appearance at school. It's always fun to see the other teachers again and the students who are around to purchase books, but we all know that it is the calm before the storm and there is an underlying tension that is almost palpable. Thank God I love my job; otherwise, I would absolutely hate going to work.
I had my condo painted and the rugs cleaned. I spent some time yesterday painting shelves in the storage room there and removing most of the junk left by the last tenant. It looks great and I could move in tomorrow if the condo board would only let my two big dogs in! Just kidding. I like where I am, and I'm not going anywhere without my "kids".
Anyone heard from Margo? I know that she wrote that she would appear here on the weekend, and the weekend isn't over yet - I'm just concerned that she is okay.
Margo - if you're reading this, I'm not asking you to post sooner than you are ready to - you do what's best for you - just know that you are thought of.
Everybody, have a great day.
Margaret
It's gotten colder here again, so all of the mud and muck is gone. Hooray, no more German shepherd BIG feet going in and out of the house depositing mud all over my hardwood floors!
HW: 250
SW: 240
CW: 173.8
GW: 150
The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Mohandas Gandhi
SW: 240
CW: 173.8
GW: 150
The greatness of a nation can be judged by the way its animals are treated.
Mohandas Gandhi
Hi George and my OFF family:
Bright and sunny here in La., but that's deceptive; it's chilly out there. Two days ago, it was in the 70s; now it's 43 degrees. Don't know what to wear.
They're so screwy at work; they really stress making deadline but then there's something like the bowl games and it goes out the window. I was told the Fiesta Bowl would end right around our deadline (10:20 p.m.) so hold a little space for it and we'd get it in. Well, 10:30 comes around and the game is just finishing the third quarter. I ask if we should wait for a game that could take another half hour to 45 minutes to end and I'm told, yes, hold off on it. So it's nearly 11:30 before I get that page done. So much for deadline.
I found out why my cable went out just after midnight New Year's Day: gunshots. What, is this Iraq? I guess that's how they celebrate down here. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Jo, I'd contest the insurance company's decision as much as you could. It would just bug the hell out of them. Most people wouldn't appeal it; that's what they're expecting.
Well, I work again tonight, then I'm off for a day, then I work two days, then I'm off again. I don't like that schedule. But it's a job. It's no longer a career, just a job. The overtime will be nice. I hope the garnishment is over, too.
Have a good day.
Bright and sunny here in La., but that's deceptive; it's chilly out there. Two days ago, it was in the 70s; now it's 43 degrees. Don't know what to wear.
They're so screwy at work; they really stress making deadline but then there's something like the bowl games and it goes out the window. I was told the Fiesta Bowl would end right around our deadline (10:20 p.m.) so hold a little space for it and we'd get it in. Well, 10:30 comes around and the game is just finishing the third quarter. I ask if we should wait for a game that could take another half hour to 45 minutes to end and I'm told, yes, hold off on it. So it's nearly 11:30 before I get that page done. So much for deadline.
I found out why my cable went out just after midnight New Year's Day: gunshots. What, is this Iraq? I guess that's how they celebrate down here. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Jo, I'd contest the insurance company's decision as much as you could. It would just bug the hell out of them. Most people wouldn't appeal it; that's what they're expecting.
Well, I work again tonight, then I'm off for a day, then I work two days, then I'm off again. I don't like that schedule. But it's a job. It's no longer a career, just a job. The overtime will be nice. I hope the garnishment is over, too.
Have a good day.
hi all and happy new year! am sure hoping this one is better for many of us...such possibilities each new day brings!!!! use them wisely; i plan to!!!!!!!
i have to say that i really had to stay away for a bit- due to my depression, sometimes i get online and say things that aren't nice and i was brought up that "if you can't say something nice ,don't say anything at all!!!" was that captain kangaroo or captain penny (cleveland tv) or my mom? i dunno--either way there have been some things bothering me aside from brody so i had to stay away!
i do want to clear something up ...it was mentioned or alluded to that i was mourning both brody and michael--i am mourning brody --michael is past- he is a sick man and he is still in love with me-i do not understand why..... i am sure he is lonesome-however i prefer to hold any good memories of him and don't have time right now for any more mourning.
as for brody--this one is hard....brody was a rescue- melissa and her hubby greg rescued him when he was about 2.5...she had pics on her myspace which i don't have yet- he was starved and in horrid conditions. he immediately won the hearts of her family and slept with her son chris...when we lost trinity; she offered me a dane of hers-i think her name was penelope? anyhow- we went to see her and she was a 'wet mouth" meaning she would slobber like st bernards-can't have that- uck--and we fell absolutely in love with brody....eventually melissa and greg brought brody to us and he had won our hearts- many of you remember the escapades while we went to panama( when he marked ME! as his!) and other things in our move- and having to give him back when we honestly thought we were going to hawaii-broke my heart--during that time, he developed aggressions that caused melissa and greg to consider euthanizing--he was having trouble getting his alpha male spot back in their pack! well; when we moved up here it was only natural that he would come back to us- and so he had a wonderful year up here in the michigan woods and fresh air!and pooped in the living room at nan and marc horten's!!! he ran and was so graceful and wandered - tho i had to watch where he went so he wouldn't get snared in a trap in the woods! he also would look at me with that dumb steve urkel look like "did i do that?"brody was doing pretty well so long as michael was here- after all; he could go outside any time to potty and had michael wrapped around his paws! tho he was too strong for michael to handle on a leash..i found it easier to control him simply holding his collar. anyhow- with deer season and him being so big; we limited how much he was outside and he wore an orange bandana 24/7... with michael gone; he started developing bad habits- and poor bowel control-- he would get to where as soon as he would eat he would poop--this happens with older dogs and, yes, there is medicine for it.... when brody pooped the world knew!!!! then he would do it again later in the day-all the time he would get into whatever he could--i think i reported a few days of coming home to his messes- between the poo and whatever he chose to chew up ......and i think there were actually at least 20 different days of such....now- brody was about 9-10years old- his daughter nicky is 6 and he was over 2.5 when he fathered her.danes don't traditionally live much longer. (Trinity was 9 when she died while i was in dallas in 2007)--he ran the driveway monday night and was so happy! anyhow- i had a horrible choice to make- and i feel extremely guilty that i cut his life short for him--i have to believe that taking him last week was the humane thing to do while he had the dignity and grace he deserved...he was so trusting; he was excited to ride with me in my brother's truck...and he nuzzled me up til almost the end. he died gracefully in my arms, the vet and tech and myself sitting with him on the floor. when i reported on fb that he had gone to the rainbow bridge; all of the wonderful comments -which then carried over to here- made it sound as if he had been very ill....he did have the bowel issue and was bored when i was gone at work all day-now i'm starting night school -would have to pay to have someone take care of him til warm weather when he could be back out in the kennel out back....so; with everyone thinking he was sick; i started to really question my decision- was i right in what i had done or was it more convenient? he had been saved from horrid conditions and loved and nurtured by two families and deserved a good end. talking to a friend at work; they have a golden who it takes two adults to lift her up stairs to come in the house--brody was 108.5 pounds at the end- i could not provide him the end care he would need...so--i feel guilty -in my heart; i know it was right. he is waiting at the bridge! and he already has made friends with trinity and dillinger!
a few of you wanted to talk and i love you for it however, it was better for me not to talk! one of you even smacked my paddycakes thinking i was mourning michael--ya know, in some way i probly always will-he was 10 yrs of my life-i know it's better now tho!
i am going thru many many changes almost daily -some good some not so--and issues with my car, my mother and money.....who doesn't!
i have had to buy extender buttons for my work pants! ouch!
i have found a home for Baby the blue and gold that michael just had to have before we moved here...i still don't know when he is coming for his two.
ok so end of novel.......
hugs and prayers.............
i have to say that i really had to stay away for a bit- due to my depression, sometimes i get online and say things that aren't nice and i was brought up that "if you can't say something nice ,don't say anything at all!!!" was that captain kangaroo or captain penny (cleveland tv) or my mom? i dunno--either way there have been some things bothering me aside from brody so i had to stay away!
i do want to clear something up ...it was mentioned or alluded to that i was mourning both brody and michael--i am mourning brody --michael is past- he is a sick man and he is still in love with me-i do not understand why..... i am sure he is lonesome-however i prefer to hold any good memories of him and don't have time right now for any more mourning.
as for brody--this one is hard....brody was a rescue- melissa and her hubby greg rescued him when he was about 2.5...she had pics on her myspace which i don't have yet- he was starved and in horrid conditions. he immediately won the hearts of her family and slept with her son chris...when we lost trinity; she offered me a dane of hers-i think her name was penelope? anyhow- we went to see her and she was a 'wet mouth" meaning she would slobber like st bernards-can't have that- uck--and we fell absolutely in love with brody....eventually melissa and greg brought brody to us and he had won our hearts- many of you remember the escapades while we went to panama( when he marked ME! as his!) and other things in our move- and having to give him back when we honestly thought we were going to hawaii-broke my heart--during that time, he developed aggressions that caused melissa and greg to consider euthanizing--he was having trouble getting his alpha male spot back in their pack! well; when we moved up here it was only natural that he would come back to us- and so he had a wonderful year up here in the michigan woods and fresh air!and pooped in the living room at nan and marc horten's!!! he ran and was so graceful and wandered - tho i had to watch where he went so he wouldn't get snared in a trap in the woods! he also would look at me with that dumb steve urkel look like "did i do that?"brody was doing pretty well so long as michael was here- after all; he could go outside any time to potty and had michael wrapped around his paws! tho he was too strong for michael to handle on a leash..i found it easier to control him simply holding his collar. anyhow- with deer season and him being so big; we limited how much he was outside and he wore an orange bandana 24/7... with michael gone; he started developing bad habits- and poor bowel control-- he would get to where as soon as he would eat he would poop--this happens with older dogs and, yes, there is medicine for it.... when brody pooped the world knew!!!! then he would do it again later in the day-all the time he would get into whatever he could--i think i reported a few days of coming home to his messes- between the poo and whatever he chose to chew up ......and i think there were actually at least 20 different days of such....now- brody was about 9-10years old- his daughter nicky is 6 and he was over 2.5 when he fathered her.danes don't traditionally live much longer. (Trinity was 9 when she died while i was in dallas in 2007)--he ran the driveway monday night and was so happy! anyhow- i had a horrible choice to make- and i feel extremely guilty that i cut his life short for him--i have to believe that taking him last week was the humane thing to do while he had the dignity and grace he deserved...he was so trusting; he was excited to ride with me in my brother's truck...and he nuzzled me up til almost the end. he died gracefully in my arms, the vet and tech and myself sitting with him on the floor. when i reported on fb that he had gone to the rainbow bridge; all of the wonderful comments -which then carried over to here- made it sound as if he had been very ill....he did have the bowel issue and was bored when i was gone at work all day-now i'm starting night school -would have to pay to have someone take care of him til warm weather when he could be back out in the kennel out back....so; with everyone thinking he was sick; i started to really question my decision- was i right in what i had done or was it more convenient? he had been saved from horrid conditions and loved and nurtured by two families and deserved a good end. talking to a friend at work; they have a golden who it takes two adults to lift her up stairs to come in the house--brody was 108.5 pounds at the end- i could not provide him the end care he would need...so--i feel guilty -in my heart; i know it was right. he is waiting at the bridge! and he already has made friends with trinity and dillinger!
a few of you wanted to talk and i love you for it however, it was better for me not to talk! one of you even smacked my paddycakes thinking i was mourning michael--ya know, in some way i probly always will-he was 10 yrs of my life-i know it's better now tho!
i am going thru many many changes almost daily -some good some not so--and issues with my car, my mother and money.....who doesn't!
i have had to buy extender buttons for my work pants! ouch!
i have found a home for Baby the blue and gold that michael just had to have before we moved here...i still don't know when he is coming for his two.
ok so end of novel.......
hugs and prayers.............
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.
- E. B. White
Yanno, Margo.. when someone slaps your paddycakes it gives the right to slap back if warranted.
When I had Michelle, miniature poodle, we brought another dog into the house. Michelle was like me.. she was fat and feigned not being able to do things because was old..:) Anyway, we had to lift her onto the bed as she couldn't jump. Well, every day there seemed to be dog pee on my pillow. Our newest member of the family was Peanut, toy poodle. I thought it was Peanut jumping on the bed because Michele couldn't. Welllll, not so. KMart employees knew me on a first name basis getting a pillow continually. I was stressin' majorly. Came in one day to find Michelle on the bed right in the act!! So, I hugged her and kissed her and put her in the car and made a trip to the local vet. His instructions were... keep her for 10 days and try to find her a home. Here is the $10 a day boarding fee, here's a total of $150. If at the end of the 10 days, you haven't found her a home, do what you got to do, just don't tell me. About 4 days into the 'deal with the vet', I got a phone call from the vet that said they had someone that wanted Michelle. I will never know if they actually found her a home or... but I choose to think they found her a home. Making that decision to let loose isn't the easiest nor understood by a lot of people. I'm very caustic when it comes to animals, men and kids. They are a nuisance, pigs, and irritating if they aren't mine.
Wonder what those other two birds would taste like stuffed... like with Stovetop?
Janet
i love you! always have always will....
between the two birds there isn't enough meat to warrant turning on the stove! a cornish hen has more nutritional value!!! if his highness doesn't want them they have already been promised a home with Baby.
between the two birds there isn't enough meat to warrant turning on the stove! a cornish hen has more nutritional value!!! if his highness doesn't want them they have already been promised a home with Baby.
I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.
- E. B. White
You do what you've gotta do. I sure understand. I hated leaving Nettie behind in Michigan, but then traveling 1,000-plus miles with a cat that might have been sick wasn't the right thing to do, either. I knew she'd be fine with Jeanine at the shelter, she'd have a good life. Someday, I'll send Jeanine some money for food for her cats (she must have 60 now, but then she's a nonprofit organization).
And letting Scooter go was rough, too. Coming home to an empty apartment in a town where no one loved me or even liked me was horrible. Then I met Juliette ... and everything changed. And with Juliette the cat came Patricia, the cat rescuer. So some things have improved. I know they will for you. (although the money situation is still tenous, but that's the fault of the condo association ... they will get theirs, though, and soon).
I sure don't blame you for what you have to do. A big dog with bowel issues is tough being home all day by itself. That's why I like cats ... they go in the litter box (mostly ... unless they're like Diva, who forgot ... or Scooter, who got sick). But we do love our pets, don't we?
And letting Scooter go was rough, too. Coming home to an empty apartment in a town where no one loved me or even liked me was horrible. Then I met Juliette ... and everything changed. And with Juliette the cat came Patricia, the cat rescuer. So some things have improved. I know they will for you. (although the money situation is still tenous, but that's the fault of the condo association ... they will get theirs, though, and soon).
I sure don't blame you for what you have to do. A big dog with bowel issues is tough being home all day by itself. That's why I like cats ... they go in the litter box (mostly ... unless they're like Diva, who forgot ... or Scooter, who got sick). But we do love our pets, don't we?
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