Thursday Thunks

1. Tomorrow you’ll be thinking to yourself?  MIL is getting the ultimate revenge from the grave because we’re having a YARD SALE to get rid of her "stuff"

 

2. Where’s your picket fence?  Used to be here at The Big Dog Family Homestead.  If you could see the size of our front yard, you’d understand why it was a bad idea.  This house is my dream house, picket fence or no.  They’re gonna carry me outta here in a pine box.

3. With a big smile on your face, you do what?  Walk the puppies every night.  It’s the hightlight of their (and my!) day.  Just to see their joy makes up for a world of things. 

4. If I was to walk up to you, you’d do what?  Smile and ask "How you doin’?"

5. The list goes on and on. What list?  The list of books I want to read.  The list of cross stitch projects I want to finish.  The lists of lists I have.  Obsessive much?

6. Does every rose have a thorn or does every thorn have a rose?  Kind of like is the glass half empty or half full.  Or if the Groundhog sees his shadow is it 6 more weeks of winter or 6 weeks til spring.  Every rose has a thorn.  Everything beautiful has a cost . . .

7. Talk dirty to me. What kind of mop/vacuum/dust thingymabob do you use?  Clorox Ready Mop.  Greatest. Invention. EVER!  (Lovin the Poison reference . . . )

8. Your Mamma don’t know a stranger and your Daddy don’t either.  They’re the cute little old couple you see at Meijer, or Target, or Kroger.  She’s perfectly outfitted in her little old lady clothes and her perfect hair and large hand bag.  Daddy’s the one with some sort of baseball cap – probably  Marine Corp related - and the cute little windbreaker or cardigan sweater because he’s always cold. 

9. Ever had a suitcase packed by your feet, and if so where were you going?  First time on an airplane.  Went to a trade show in Washington DC. 

10. Have you ever ridden in a limousine?  Yes, twice.  To FIL’s funeral and then again to MIL’s funeral. 

11. I went to bed too soon and got up to let the dogs out?  We have a schedule.  Last trip out at 10:30 p.m.  Wake-up call (with breakfast) at 5:30 a.m.  Every day.  Including weekends. 

12. "And this last mile I travel with you ", to where?  With Hubby . . . to the end of time . . .

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Happiness Is A Warm Puppy

Yes, she’s sleeping on my lap.  And she’s snoring.  Not to be left out, Rocky is on my other leg.  Also snoring.

 

Life is good.

 

I know that I said I wasn’t ready for a new addition to the family.  I know that I said I wouldn’t warm up to her. 

 

I know Hubby said that I’d come around eventually.

 

I hate when he’s right.  Don’t tell him, though, because I’ll never hear the end of it. 

 

I may not have been ready for Millie, but Millie sure was ready for us. 

 

It’s been a seamless transition for her.  Except for the time she took Rocky on an adventure through the neighborhood, she’s been a perfectly behaved little girl.  Oh, and she chewed up the case to my Palm PDA, but other than that she’s been pretty good.  She comes when she’s called.  She never messes in her crate.  She sleeps through the night without a potty break.  She’s learning her obedience commands easily.  She’s learned quickly to greet the visitors when they come to the door.  She’s friendly and outgoing and personable.  (Can a dog be personable?)  Which begs the question, why didn’t her original family keep her?  Perhaps it’s fate that brought her to us . . .

 

It’s not been so seamless for me.  I miss Luci.  I’ve called Millie "Luci" a couple of times and got a little emotional when I realized my mistake.  I think I’ve upset Hubby when I did it because he snapped at me . . . "You HAVE to stop calling her Luci!"  sniff, sniff "Yea, I know, but she’s just like Luci!" 

 

Funny how the thing you never wanted becomes the thing you can’t imagine being without . . .

 

 

ow, ow, ow

Why is it every time I go to the doctor with a problem I hear the "As you get older" speech . . .

 

When I noticed some hearing loss . . . . 

 

When the snoring got worse than normal . . . .

 

When I can’t seem to lose weight as easily as I used to . . . .

 

Seems that Ohio has had off the chart readings for pollen count and could be the reason for my swollen eyes, itchy ears (don’t ask!) and a bad cough that had me trying to sleep sitting up on the couch . . .

 

I tried to treat it with over the counter eye drops, allergy meds, cough drops.  You name it, I tried it.  Then I cried uncle and went to the doctor.

 

That’s when I learned that the pollen count here in Ohio has been off the charts and there are a lot of people suffering with allergy issues this year.  But then he launched into "the speech" about how things change when you get older.  Stuff that didn’t bother you before will bother you now . . .

 

Then I got samples of nose spray and a shot of steriods to help with the itchies . . .

 

ow, ow, ow . . .

 

I don’t know what hurt more . . . the shot in the tushie or hearing yet again that I’m not getting any younger . . .