Not much going on today. Love the image above!
Can you believe it’s December 8?! I can’t!
But I’m here to talk flying Corgis. Good grief they’re cute! Look at that little bun!
That’s just so sweet!
In some ways I’m glad I grew up when I did (no helicopter parents and so on). I’m also glad I “have” all my kitchen “things” like the little ring with the measuring spoons on it. Plus with a limited budget I’m not tempted by things like this:
What’s annoying about gadgets like this is first their cost. This item is $55.00 plus shipping. Second, is that it will need batteries and probably not your basic AA’s or AAA’s. It brings to mind my digital cooking thermometer that’s been sitting on my kitchen counter for over two years to remind me it needs batts. And I have no idea how to open it in order to see what kind of battery is needed.
I took it to Bed, Bath and B (where I purchased it) and they were mystified. Couldn’t even figure out how to open it. Called the company that manufactured it and they were of no help either. Glad I still have my old “analog” one with the dial. It may not be instant but it’s accurate and needs no batts.
The gadget up above is described this way “Simplify life and replace the large and painstaking rings of teaspoons and tablespoons occupying much needed space in your baking cabinet”. I didn’t realize my ring of measuring spoons was large and painful, did you? They nest very nicely and take up the space of a small spoon.
On a totally different note, I just have to say here and now that I don’t think “the donald” should get Secret Service protection paid for by us! You must watch the video in the attached link. Watch it to the very end which will give you an idea of how often this doesn’t happen.
Like Trump doesn’t have enough money. This alone would be reason enough for me to never ever vote for the fool! OMG, where does the lunacy stop and when will we the people totally run out of money to fund government crap. Sorry, but this just has smoke coming out my ears.
Now for a happier note. Ran across this photo on The Daily Corgi and thought it was hysterical (though I hope the little honey wasn’t hurt when going over and into the water). Corgi’s are just so cute!!!!!!
Over the weekend, I chanced upon some rather humorous videos of Corgis swimming and thought I’d share them with you. The underwater shots are pretty cute. (Sorry for the ads at the beginning of some of the videos.) First we have “Swimming Corgis”:
Due to their long bodies note how hard they have to work to keep their rears from sinking down as they paddle. Next we have “Swimming in a River”:
I get such a kick out of watching their little legs keep paddling even when they’re lifted out of the water. The next one is so cute because his/her little legs are flapping so hard. It was aptly titled “Good Luck with Short Legs”.
Such a little fluff ball! The following one illustrates why the little low riders need life vests. Note how when the Corgi finally dives in he/she flips over completely.
Then we have the swimming championship…
Note how pooped out the two babies in the pink polka dot life vests are at the end of the contest. Bet they’ll sleep well. Now, lest you think it’s just Corgis who swim when lifted in the air, here’s a compilation of a number of little characters doing the same thing.
And last, on a totally different note, we have “Trying to Take a Nap on Train Tracks”:
Some of the looks and glares the stubborn little Corgi gives the cameraperson when a train runs into him crack me up. I’m surprised the little creature doesn’t just pick one up and give it a good thrashing. Well, I don’t want to Corgify you to death so I’ll stop, but hopefully this added a little smile to your Monday.
Ran across a few sites yesterday that can suck you in sort of like Pinterest and thought I’d share them with you. Why should I be the only one who blew an entire afternoon? :p You’re welcome.
First we have Despair.com. Motivational posters were big when I worked for a large medical device corporation which is why I think I’m drawn to this website. The corporate environment was so negative that it just begged to be lampooned.
These are just a few of the de-motivational posters that can be found there. Quite a few made me laugh out loud. While you’re there, take a look at a section called “illboards” which is also pretty funny.
Next up is Cuteoverload.com.
I think you get the idea. Photos and videos of unbearable cuteness.
Last we have Fark.com billed as “Real news. Real Funny”. An example is this young girl who taxidermies road kill. You must go to this link and scroll down till you get to the video with Steve Harvey interviewing the girl. I think the audience reactions are almost as good as the interview, especially when she describes how she loves the “brain-scooper”.
Well, that’s it for today. Hope this brightened your Wednesday! (No affiliation with any link BTW.)
According to a number of articles I’ve recently read online, apparently you’re either in the “selfie” camp or not . For those “in” the camp, whose arms fall a bit short of the task at hand (or, at arm) there’s a solution. Get ready for a laugh 🙂 It’s a bluetooth selfie kit. You’ll find it at ZShoppers for only $49.99. I mean, really? The website is here and there’s a photo below. You know you want it. Lol!
I have to ask again though, seriously?
One block North of me, a second house on the lot across the alley is going up and it’s a monster. I’m amazed whoever’s doing it received approval for it from the city. Talk about “mansion-ization”. This building fills the back half of the property almost completely. There is enough room to walk around it but that’s it and it’s taller than all the other houses in the area including the one in front of it on the same lot.
I’ve been listening to the pounding of nails since last August when someone added on to a back house just two doors over from the current pounding. I’ve come to the conclusion that there is more metal in these two structures than wood based on the amount of pounding I’ve had to listen to. The pounders (aka construction workers) start at 7 a.m. and quit at 3 p.m. on most days. So much for any hope of sleeping in.
I guess this means the second “Great Depression” is over. Though if asked, most people would still question that. Just my opinion from what I’ve heard. Thankfully, they don’t work every day of the week. They must have several jobs going at once. But every Monday, without fail, they are over there nailing their hearts out.
I’ll have to make a point of driving by the front house because from what I can see, it sure looks like the new construction is practically sitting on the front structure. Guess no backyard for people who wind up in the back house. On top of that, the building is built right up to the alley. Really can’t believe the city permitted this.
On a completely different note, I just made an appointment with the DMV. It seems I’m not going to luck out a third time and get my new license in the mail just by paying the fee. Nope, have to go in. Ugh. They want a new photo, fingerprint and vision test. Grump, grump, grump. Even with an appointment you still wind up waiting. Such a waste of time. On top of that, the DMV closed 11 offices in California for four to five months. They don’t say why but I’m guessing it’s due to budget cuts.
The extremely easy-to-get-to Pasadena branch is one of the shuttered offices so I have to go to the West Covina branch which is an unholy pain to get to. The area it’s located in has all kinds of one-way streets on angles. The street names change for no rhyme or reason. Actually that’s not true. It’s because it’s the juncture of several cities with extremely irregular borders weaving in and out of each other. So it’s very easy to get lost there.
I had to go to UPS over there to drop off a package about ten years ago and it was a nightmare. Plus the 10 freeway cuts right through the area which doesn’t help. I scheduled the appointment for 3:30 in hopes everyone will be focused on getting home for the holiday weekend and not clogging up the DMV. Please pray for it to be a “good hair day” for me. Hopefully the nasty zit smack dab in the middle of my left cheek will be gone by Friday too, ’cause I’ll be stuck with this photo for ten years.
And now I’ll leave you with a little video. Remember laughter is the best medicine. 🙂
I have to share what I found today. It made me laugh out loud and I hope you’ll get a giggle or two too. 🙂 I certainly NEEDED it.
I really needed a laugh and this did the trick. They have chipmunk/hamster cheeks…lol. 🙂 Oh, the things our companions endure for our joy…sigh.
Can you believe it’s mid-November? I was just whining about summer’s heat and poof! It’s less than two weeks from Thanksgiving.
My friend who was my stalwart companion through my divorce and now through the knee surgery kindly invited me to spend Thanksgiving dinner with them. I was so delighted since I have spent it alone for the last seven years!
I’ll still cook a turkey since Von’s has their Safeway brand of 8-16 pound birds for $7.00 with a $30 purchase. Note: may or may not get one since it’s over a week away. Why do stores do this?
Anyhow, I put the “happy stuff” at the beginning of this post. Now onto the more difficult matters.
On a sad note, I will most likely be putting Blue to sleep (or sending him over the rainbow bridge on Monday, November 18, 2013 around 2 p.m.). He has hit “critical mass” as it were. About a week ago, I walked around the foot of the bed where he was sleeping with his back to me. As he heard me, he tried to lift himself and turn to look at me. Sadly his left front leg went out and he fell on his left shoulder with both front legs stretched straight out and his lower half rolled even further so that his rear legs aimed to the sky, twisted in a pirouette fashion. He didn’t move.
In mere seconds I could see he really couldn’t move…paralyzed. I quickly “righted” him. Poor little guy, didn’t even seem to know it happened, just licked my hand. So the disease is advancing. Plus he can no longer make the six feet of patio to reach the grass where he used to roll with such joy. (see above photo)
He also is a constant “leaking machine”. For a while I could count on two to three major bladder blowouts per day. Now it can happen every 20 minutes. Certainly can’t stop giving him water. Clean up is rigorous and I have noted both of my knees crackling and crunching more and more as I bend over to clean up the messes (osteoarthritis and NO cartilage anywhere). But I will never complain. I don’t mind doing it since I love him to pieces.
My schedule and “his” for feeding/pooping/peeing have gone off the grid. He just poops and pees at any minute even if it was minutes ago. So there’s no “window” I can count on. Thus, I have to leave him outside for a large portion of the day and at night, lock him in an enclosed area (aka: laundry room or the bathroom). Fortunately as I’ve said before he must have been crate-trained because these smaller contained spaces seem to calm him immensely.
On Friday, we had a sudden, unpredicted downpour while he was outside. Since he is a house dog, he does not take well to being left outside, unlike my previous love, Alpine, the Siberian Husky. She would look up at it (rain) and just look at me like “yeah, so what?” She’d shake herself off, and look at me again like, “what’s the big deal? Rain, what rain?”. Where Blue sat in a little pile getting drenched. I ran out and managed to carry him back inside where we had a prompt rubdown and blow-dry. I think he kind of liked it. 🙂
The heart breaker for me is the lack of interaction I can have with him. None of the areas he can be in (tile or hardwood floors vs. oriental rugs) are adjacent to where I am, which is my office. As a result, I get to hear him crying and whimpering which just kills me. But after a while of responding, I just try to ignore them and as a result, much like a baby, he falls asleep.
I went out today and got puppy training pads (tried diapers but due to his dragging lower half, he just slides out of them, even with a snug over-pantie) to put between him and the tile floor. Hopefully these will help him not be so stressed out when he looses control. Did I mention that I think he has a bladder the size of a blue whale (which btw can hold 5.5 pounds of urine)? Don’t know how he does it. The amount he holds is amazing or was, since now it’s just sort of a constant outflow.
And how can you ever deny water, food and treats to your companion? You simply can not. So, we come to the final stage and a decision. Having “walked” six other loves on their way, via their choice or mine, I’ve come to know when they need assistance. We are now at that door. And I do not like that door, but I must open it.
Happy Friday the 13th! Today, I have an assortment of thoughts to share with you.
“One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.” Annie Dillard/The Writing Life
“Don’t look back. Just go ahead. Give ideas away. Under every idea there’s a new idea waiting to be born.” Diana Vreeland
To end with a laugh since you should laugh at least once a day, (your heart will thank you) I give you this:
Where the heck did March go? I want to say I’m shocked but can’t because I watched it go, day by day. In retrospect I should have taken my own advice and checked my horrorscope (yes, you read that right…horror) as in not good. I found out that Mercury was retrograde and that alone accounted for the craziness of the month. That link’s for you if want a quick read on Mercury retrograde.
If you’re not into astrology, I understand, neither am I really. But like praying to St. Anthony when I’ve lost something, I’m inclined to believe in energy. Since we can’t see the energy, it seems occasionally someone manages to identify a source of power/energy and enables others to focus on it by giving it a name or location. I know, sounds all new age-y, hippie-ish, and crazy California. My Father would think so.
But seriously, remember when I went to see the head of ortho at Cedars-Sinai and have him check out my knee? Well, in talking to him, he mentioned the fact that he was Jewish, had a huge ego and despite that still prayed to St. Anthony whenever he lost something. So there’s something going on with that. Just pointing that out….
Now where was I? Oh, yes, the furnace/gas event was followed by the pilot light on the water heater going out for no reason. Turn the shower on, wait the usual time, but only lukewarm to cool water is coming out. Now, I have an appointment I must go to and I haven’t showered in two days. My hair is that limp, straight as a poker, blonde type that shows an oil slick if not washed every day. So I leapt into the shower to catch any hint of warmth that’s left. It has to be the quickest shower I ever took. Didn’t even bother with conditioner, just soap up the hair and rinse. I figured the shampoo and rinse would have to do since I wasn’t staying to scrub the bod.
Dried off, threw on my flannel robe and crawled into bed under the layers of covers in hopes of warming up.
Finally I did and quickly combed and dried my hair. Ffffrrreeeezzzziiinnggg. But at last dry and warm, I dressed and rushed off to my appointment.
Upon my return, I call Nubs twice about the problem. After four hours, no response. I’m sure her excuse is going to be that she’s too busy showing available rentals to return my call. So the third time I left the following message in a very sweet, polite voice: “I’m afraid you’re too busy with the other properties for rent so I will call you in the morning and if I have no response, I will be forced to bother Eric with a call, which I hate to do.”
Amazingly (not), she called back in ten minutes. Her response? The usual. She’ll try to get hold of her guys. Now, mind you, it’s six p.m. so what are the odds she’ll pull that off? Slim to none. And, surprise (not really), I’m right. She says they’ll be here in the a.m. which I knew would happen.
Morning dawns. The noon hour comes and goes. Tea time passes. No guys. Finally at six she calls and says one can come by at about eight p.m. I know full well she’s counting on my saying it’s too late. But surprise again, my response is “fine, send him over”. I’m sure she’s muttering “drats” at the other end of the phone.
I really should have titled the post about the furnace “The Nubian Chronicles, Episode One”. If you’re a regular reader, you know how I try to see things in a positive light and not dwell in negativity. Well, it just seems easier to keep my sanity and not scream 🙂 if I can tell a tale humorously. Somehow, using this title works for me and I don’t dread my next encounter with Nubs or her people. Am I crazy? Perhaps. But it makes me smile and diffuses the stress and rage that, I’m sure, send my cortisol and blood pressure sky high.
Next day, Tito shows up at 9:30 a.m. but…without matches. (I’m rolling on the floor laughing at this point, seriously folks). He asks if I have any. Why no. I don’t. (I actually do but I’ve become fed up with workmen who show up without tools and wind up borrowing my flashlights, shovels, screwdrivers, pliers, ladder, well the list is endless.)
So he asks if I have some newspaper. No. How about a note pad? Okay, I’ll bite. His “brilliant” idea is to turn the gas stove on, light the paper on fire and then walk through the kitchen out the back door to the little closet containing the water heater with this flaming object. Seriously. Of course by the time he gets there the entire piece of paper is in flames and he can’t get it in the little slot, so he drops it. (See my eyes rolling at this point….) Next he makes a tube of paper, lights it on fire and repeats same failure. He goes in for number three and spots my tongs by the stove. Grabs them without asking and is off again. This time he succeeds thanks to the tongs.
So he closes the little door on the water heater closet and starts to leave. I stepped right into his path. Not so fast buddy, clean up the mess of burnt paper and put the tongs in the sink so I can wash it. But he doesn’t have anything to put the mess into. I relent and hand him an open Trader Joe’s bag with instructions to put it in the garbage can outside. With that I bid him a fond fair-well.
As far as March and it’s madness, The Nubian Chronicles will continue (yes, there’s more, this is where the month of March went) in the next post and involve the actual landlord, Eric the Red as Nubers calls him. It’s where I teach him a plumbing skill. Yes, me, believe it or not. 🙂