Archive for August, 2009

I dropped off a Shidzoo and got back a Chee-hooa-hooa

WTF?????!!!!!

WTF?????!!!!!

Our sweet little dog.  She was starting to look quite crummy so it was time for a furcut.  I took her to the local groomers- I’d used them before with my other Shih-tzu and they’d done great with her considering the fact that was one mean little sucker right to the end.  The groomers moved their digs a couple of years ago and I hadn’t been in their new place since.  Only the building has changed, the rest has remained the same.  They still have the shabby looking parrots that make so much noise no one wants them, they still have the same sad supplies that look like they’ve been on the shelf for 20 years and they still have those two little hellions they own, two small miniature collie looking things that bark, squeal, scream and jump whenever any one walks thru the door.  Continuously.  I don’t think they ever stop barking and it’s those loud, high-pitched barks that grate on your last nerve.

Poor Rocksey.  She immediately started shaking and quivering (she’s so tender, as my husband says) and I just hated to hand her over to the strange looking, strange acting man who stands behind the counter.  It just about breaks my heart to leave her there, even though I’m certain they do take good care of her.  Rocksey looks at me as I’m leaving with this “OH MY GOD ARE YOU LEAVING ME HERE??” look and I have to turn away and not look at her again as he takes her to some cage in the back where the two little screamers are.

I get back to work and watch the clock for three hours.  At noon, I speed up there to get her.  Walk thru the door and almost fall over a glass fish tank sitting on the floor near the door.  I mumble something about a safety hazard but say nothing else.  At the counter is this very large, and forgive me, very ugly woman and she has the old tattered parrot on her shoulder.  Standing next to her is an equally homely younger version of the woman who is missing most of her front teeth and they’re both talking to this parrot like it’s their baby.  Behind me is a little girl, also toothless,  who is gawping at a ferret in a cage on the floor and she is screaming, “Mommy, Mommy, I want this thing, I want this thing!”  over and over again in a pitch a tad higher than the dog standing in the window in the other room barking at everyone coming up the walkway.  I badly want to punch either her or the other yapping dog behind the counter.   While I’m waiting I become mesmerized by the back of the large woman and the bird’s butt hanging out over it and start wondering how big a turd that bird could plop there.  Not that it was going to ruin the faded, dingy housedress the woman had on…but…STOP…where am I going with this…now I’m getting mean.  The bird creaked it’s neck around and looked at me and I think it only has one good eye, but I could be wrong.  I didn’t want to make eye contact in case one of the youglies thought perhaps I wanted it to sit on MY shoulder.  Please. No.  The birds tail lifted slightly and I stepped back and it made a sort of chirpy noise…but nothing happened much to my relief.  I think it may have been reading my mind.  But, I digress…

A young fellow comes out and hands me Rocksey and I hesitate because at first I really thought it was a white chihuahua.  With big ears.  This furcut was different from her first.  The first one was at Petco and they gave a “Bichon Frise” style cut which was really cute on her.  Yet it is her, I can tell by the half-hearted wag of the tail and I take her and she seems glad to see me.  I pay the $30 and we head to the car and she gets into her pet carrier and immediately lies down.  She doesn’t move again until we get home.  She leaps out of the car and runs over to the cat, Peebs, who arches up and hisses.  Even the cat doesn’t recognize her!   But they touch noses and re-acquaint and Peebs snorts and I swear, smirks at Rocksey as if to say, “Look at your funny ass, homie” as she stalks off twitching her tail in mirth.  Rocksey runs inside, noses all her toys (the living room is now called Romper Room because of all the toys strewn about) she tosses around her favorite pink toy and plops down on her towelmat to resume chewing on last night’s chop bone.  I fix myself a lunch and turn on the noonday news.  All is right in our world again.

Now our pooch is done again for at least another three months and my mission for the day is accomplished.  Next time I’m thinking I may spend the extra money and take her back to Petco.  Maybe.

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Aaaaahhh…Earplugs

Ear PlugsI don’t know who invented those spongy little tubes that you squeeze and roll and put in your ears, but I love them.  After insertion, you can  hear the background noises slowly disappearing, it’s sort of like being in the pool and  lowering your head until just your ears are under water, but you can still see what’s going on around you if you keep your eyes open.  You can hear your heart beating…you can hear yourself breathing, but it’s all muffled and pillowy. 

I have to do this quite frequently at work.  My bosses get loud when they get to discussing mill stuff.  I don’t really want to hear it.  I need to concentrate on my blog and they are disturbing me.  What is really disturbing is when I have to pull one out to answer the phone.  I’m trying to drown the clowns around here and they won’t stay down.  LOL  I must push harder…

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Raving Rabbids – What????

Raving RabbidsI’m going to learn one day.  Give the grandkiddies money for their birthdays.  I am going to smack myself repeatedly in the head until I remember this.  This past Tuesday after work I flew over to Walmart to buy my granddaughter what she’d told my husband she wanted for her birthday.  He wrote down, “Raising Rabbits – TV”.  A Wii game.  I drive the 15 miles to a mall in J’ville that also has a Bed Bath & Beyond in it so I can kill two birds with one stone.  In Walmart, I’m struggling at the Wii aisle looking for Raising Rabbits.  Discover that it’s really Raving Rabbids.  Oh!  Okay!  Whatever!  Grab the game.  Drive the 15 miles back home – did I say that this was all thru a raging, horrible thunderstorm??  I’m so proud of myself that I’m actually early this year with at least one of the grandkid’s presents.  So today, I use my lunch hour to deliver the gift to her, I’d also bought her some bath toiletries.  She’s 11 and I think maybe she’d like some grown up stuff for a change.  She calls me around 11:15 saying the other two grandkids, younger than her, are making her crazy wanting to know if I’m going to stop and get them Happy Meals.  Uh..okay, I say, thinking, alright, if I leave here at 11:30 and haul butt, I can get to Mickey D’s and drop off everything and maybe only be a few minutes late getting back.  I spend 20 minutes in the line at McDorks.  I get to the kid’s house and unload everything.  Taa opens her gift package.  I have the wrong Raving Rabbids.  What? What????!!!  It says right on the back, Bunnie’s Gone Bad, which had already given me a start when I read that, but it was rated “Everyone” so I figure it’s okay.  But it’s not okay.  It’s not Raving Rabbids-TV.  Well, shoot, I thought when I read the TV on hubby’s note that it just meant be sure you don’t buy a movie version or something, heck, I don’t know what I thought but I sure didn’t think there were different versions of Raving Freaking Rabbid!! 

Taa looks at me with abject sympathy in her eyes.  Poor old Mema, she’s so out there somewhere…I ask her, why would you want the same game your friend has?  Why wouldn’t you want a different game??  Well, DUH, Mema, so we can play it here at my house!  I’m still trying to make sense of it…but what does an old lady know about tekky stuff anyway.  So now, it’s back to Squall Mart, return the durned wrong one, then on to Target to find the right one because I already know Wart Mart does not have the “TV version” of these crazy rabbits.   Ahhh grandkids…you gotta love them.  Money from now on.  I keep saying this…

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Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette

So there we are last night, hubby and me, home from work, doing our usual griping about the job, and we fix ourselves a nice vodka, pineapple juice, oj, and cranberry drink.  Get thru the first one okay with only the one “had a helluva day, need to relax” cigarette.  How come those little suckers taste so good when you have a drink in your hand.  I give my box a look and see there are only three left.  Well, that truly sucks.  I mean, I know at this point, I’m going to have more than three drinks and that means only one ciggie friend to go with each one.  Did I mention we’re trying to quit?  Oh yeah, doing the whole Chantix thing too.  Which really helps but ONLY IF YOU LET IT.  Next thing we know, we’ve fixed ourselves a drink for the road and we’re headed to the local zippy to buy another pack.  Ended up spending almost $12 for two packs of freaking cancer sticks!!!!  And he got me those long Virginia Slim types that last forever because they didn’t have my old brand.  (The good old Misty’s that I used to smoke before they got too expensive and I had to start smoking the Indian brand which is wayyyy cheaper and not too bad either!).   Everhow, by the time I finish smoking one of those, my head was spinning and I was high as a kite.   At work, I find myself eating instead of smoking.  I bought some M&M’s the other day, but screwed up and got the peanut butter filled, which are nasty to me, by mistake.  I put them in the kitchen.  I’m being sort of bitchy at work and one of the guys offers me some of them, and I said, no, I don’t like them.  He goes and buys me the type I like, plain old chocolate filled M&M’s and gives me the whole bag.  Then I gripe that I’m trying to lose a few pounds and please hide them from me.  He takes them away.  I come in this morning and there are little bags of M&M’s everywhere I look.  Taped to my computer, under my mouse, in a cupboard, in the bathroom, and the bag itself with a few left, tacked way up high near the ceiling where I can’t reach it.  So far I’ve eaten three of the baggie’s full.  And now I need a cigarette.

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So What If It’s Old?

Cool Hand Luke - LOL

Cool Hand Luke - LOL

I like this picture of my brother.  It looks mysterious and comtemplative at the same time…

My sis in law and I are working on our family tree.  Actually, she’s doing all the work, haha, I just keep taking her stuff to put into it.  We’re having a great time doing it and rattling lots of skeletons at the same time.  My other sis in law had booklets of information she found in Mom’s old cedar chest.  Even had old pictures.  Was everyone just plain ugly back then or what??  We are of English and Scottish descent.  And God knows what else is thrown in there too.  Anyway, my post for the day.  At least it isn’t raining…yet…

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Another Looming Monday

I keep reading blogs and people are all complaining about the rain.  As I type, it is raining here in north Florida and I can sincerely say I’m sick of it but hate to wish it away because it is worse when we have no rain at all for days.  At least I dont have  to go home everyday and water plants.  I’m learning more and more about this blogging stuff, this is pretty interesting, I must say.  Kind of like writing in a diary for anyone to see.   Here is a picture of one of the rocks at our property in Maine.  What a gorgeous day that was last year about this time.  And don’t I wish I could be sitting there right now with an icey cold brewsky…LOL 

wish I were here

wish I were here

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My New Dog

Rocksey Pearl

I have a new Shih-tzu that is really cute and sweet. Her name is Rocksey and she likes her surf board, LOL

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