Friday, March 27, 2015

Human Spark

I used to watch The Human Spark a great deal. I haven't seen if of late. Is it still on? Hmm....

Anyway, I saw this one on my facebook feed and I liked it and thought I'd share.
I found it interesting that Chimps are helpful too. 
Ya'll know my love of chimps, dolphins, gorillas and dogs. But these kids are darn cute too. :-)

Spring Break 2015

This week at Doggy Day Care it was Spring Break.
Oh, there are fun things like Mutt Madness, pools, outdoor activies and pictures etc. 
Since we can watch from our phones, tablets or computers I find these funny as hell when I check in.

As is the norm, Izzy goes to daycare on Wednesday. I get a full day of work and she runs herself ragged and is a sleepy puppy all night long. Glorious evening of only 1 walk. 

Yesterday upon picking her up I was given this photo.
It cracked me up.
Last year her spring break photo was her with a lei around her neck and a water background.

If you want to smile today, go view all the pictures of the dogs.
https://www.facebook.com/DogtopiaofDulles
Click the photo if not familiar with facebook and you'll see all the pics. Some of the little dogs are so damn cute and funny.



and finally TGIF - 

Thursday, March 26, 2015

Morning.

It has been quite a morning.

Yesterday was our tech's birthday. He really is a nice kid. He has a great work ethic, is trustworthy and he has gotten very good at his job. (The paperwork is another story) I still lovingly refer to him as numbnuts and I call he and Rick that to their faces. It's our joke. Numbnuts 1 and Numbnuts 2. Neither can multi-task and I tease them both.

The man loves bacon and chocolate so for his birthday I made him candied bacon and ooey gooey chocolate butter bars. He was in heaven yesterday morning. You would have thought he got a great gift. At 10 am I got a text saying, "Damn woman these are good" I asked, "which ones?"  He wrote back, "both!! Thanks so much!!" Side note: he is a body builder. He eats more food in a day than I do in a week. He is enormous. 6'5" and 318lbs. Not an ounce of fat to pinch either. 

After the birthday acknowledgement from us in the morning, we went over the days off he had coming up. He had asked for Monday and Tuesday of next week because he had family coming in. Then yesterday he asked for Friday because now his father was coming to town for just the weekend. He said it was weird because his father doesn't like to travel so when he got the voicemail last night he was so surprised but very excited.   This man lost his mom to cancer when he was a kid. His father raised he and his siblings so they are a very close-knit family. (His family lives in Michigan) I told him we could make it work and we'd get the old man (Rick) doing some of his jobs. No problem.  He was so appreciative and told us he would have no more time off until the holidays.  We laughed & told him "it's all okay."

This morning at 5:30 as I was lying in bed I heard Rick's cell phone go off downstairs. 
It was a text message sound. Rick was already out walking the dog and I was just trying to not get out of bed. Then the ding of his text went off again and I thought, It's 5 friggin' 30 in the morning I bet this is important. So I ran downstairs to get Ricks phone.

I see a text from Gary stating that he has been up all night and can we somehow reschedule his appointments? He knows this is a big deal and he was so very sorry. He also said My dad is very sick and I'm going to be a dad.
HUH?

I wrote back - May I call you?
Now my big 6'5 broad shoulder big ass dude is crying like a baby on the phone with me.
His sister called him last night to wish him a happy birthday and apparently she couldn't hold the news in any longer. His father has cancer and that is why he wanted to come here to visit. Then the woman he lives with, who he has worked out a plan to leave, tells him that she is pregnant. She's been lying about being on birth control. Nice. He apparently has not slept. It appears that his father is terminal. It also is apparent that the well laid plan he had to leave that he has shared with us is shot to hell. He and Rick discussed the plan and he was planning to stay there until June1st and now he feels trapped. Happy Birthday to you.

This is why men should have birth control and not only women.

I met this lovely woman. I felt a cold dark cloud as soon as she walked in. She never smiled. She was so cold and she had bitch face. I tried with her, but I knew what I had standing in front of me. I had never spoken to Gary about her so didn't know anything at this time. When she left our house (here to pick up his check before auto deposit) I told Rick, oh she is the devil. She is not a nice person.  Rick just said, oh no.  He knows when I get those "feelings" that  they are correct. 

Over the past year, Gary has shared with us some things and he calls her Broom Hilda. When his sister went back to Michigan he lost the apartment and had been laid off from his job, so he moved in with her telling her it was only temporary. She kept saying it doesn't have to be. He kept telling her his plan so there was no lying or anything hidden. He told her they could still date but in all honesty he didn't want to.  (not nice on his part either but we get why he was telling her that)  She doesn't support him, she only complains and bitches. She doesn't like his hobby of cars, she doesn't like anything about him. But apparently likes him enough to trap him with this kid.

Now, to me that doesn't mean squat. He shouldn't be with her if he is miserable. She thinks this will make him stay. I say, Be a good father, but run like the wind Gary! Life isn't easy when you are both madly in love, starting off hating her is not good for anyone. In fact toxic. 
But it's not my life so it will be seen how this plays out. 

Then I began the job of rescheduling. One job Rick could do today after his appointments. A very long day for him since he left the house at 6:15a to be to Alexandria in time.
The others moved to Saturday and poor Rick will now have to work the weekend. 
Everyone was so nice about this. Of course, I can't say why we need to reschedule other than a family emergency for that tech. As long as I got the work done they didn't care thankfully. One woman was actually thrilled it worked out better for her. I was so appreciative. I'm sure we will give them a break in price for working with us on this, but more often than not people aren't as nice as these ladies were today. I am so thankful.

All this before 7am.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Colorblind



This so moved me. I had a friend who was colorblind. I never could wrap my head around what he saw or how he saw it. This helped me to understand. I think it's a big deal to see colors but when you watch this you really appreciate the fact that you can see all the colors of the rainbow.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Drama Queen

I have 4 sisters. I am the oldest, unfortunately.

I have a sister who will be called Drama Queen (DQ) for the sake of this blog.
Out of 5, if I am number 1 being the oldest, she is the 4th.

She will make everything a big deal. 
She will talk about it and get herself in a frenzy. Oh she loves drama.
I know a few people like this, this isn't a new disease my sister has created. But I don't understand this behavior.  Why do people want to create it where it doesn't exist? 
It's a head scratcher for normal, non-narcissistic people of the world.
Could their life be so miserable that they must create something different?
I don't know, but I don't get it. I wish I understood the need.

I awoke last week to a text that was sent at 12:21 am.  It was a selfie of the Drama Queen in a hospital bed with tubes up and down her nose and throat.  The text read, Can’t get rid of me that easy! They say if I were to wait 1 more day I would have died. Damn, guess you’re stuck with me a little longer” :-)”

Who does that? If this were serious you don't throw out a text to your loved ones in this manner. 
She reminds me of the fable, The Boy Who Cried Wolf.  Ever hear that one?
I doubted this was serious, but I contacted her daughters to find out what was going on. 
I fear the one time it is serious I ignore it and then it will be real.  As her daughter wrote to me, "She's fine, just being dramatic. Had a blockage and she'll be home later today."

I text DQ yesterday to see if she was doing okay. She couldn't just say, "I'm well thanks. Good to be home."  Or anything along those lines. Nope, she has to say, "I'm home, but it was so difficult. They pulled the tubes out of my throat and it was soo painful."
I ignored her drama and just said, "Glad you are home"
And sadly home is at my parents house. A 45-year-old who lives with her mother AGAIN
I sometimes want to say shit back to her, but there is no point. I had to have an endoscope for celiac testing. Yes, it sucks to have shit down your throat. It is uncomfortable, but I didn't text you a photo and whine to you about the pain. I have had friends going through cancer treatment who aren't as dramatic as my sister!

I know this sounds like I am mean to her. Oh, but you would have had to live it for all these years. Sadly all of us who received this drama filled text did the same thing, including her daughters. 
She's been doing this for years and years so we are used to it to a point.

My sister Stephanie who lives out west, wrote me a funny email discussing DQ's text. 
She said she had begrudgingly called Mom to see if this was real or more drama than real death. She too felt that it was probably nothing, but she would feel guilty if it weren't nothing this time and she ignored it. (Just like the rest of us)  
She also shared that she was having a quick repair done to her umbilical hernia today. In and home but looking forward to her spring break to recoup. (She is a teacher)

This morning while sitting at my desk my cell phone rang its text notification sound.
I open it and it is a photo of my sister Stephanie prior to going into surgery. 
She sent a selfie of herself  lying in her hospital bed with the surgery cap on just said, "I didn't want to be outdone!"  
Oh, how that made me laugh. Nice? Probably not. We'll all go to hell in a hand basket for imitating the Drama Queen. 

Both are well as I write this. That is the bottom line.
DQ is home and is fine. Stephanie is out of surgery and sent me another pic to tell me so. 

I personally want no more drama in my life. I like a boring quiet life. 
I have a great life no need to add drama. Do you like drama? If so why?

Friday, March 20, 2015

Fun Work Updates

I had a lady tell me this week that she lives in a 3 million dollar home.
I said, "okay"   Not quite sure what that had to do with anything.
Besides honestly what the hell do you say to that? (Only 3 million, that's too bad...tee hee)
She then went on to tell me again, "This is a 3 million dollar home so you better not ruin anything."
Okay then, damn good thing you told me this because we were going to ruin everything, but since you asked us not to we won't do that now."   
Honestly could she be any more annoying?  

I had a man tell me that while I sound knowledgeable he would prefer to speak to a man.

I told him that there are never any men in the office because they all work in the field.
So he could speak to me and I could help him. He said, "no thank you." and he hung up
An hour or 2  later he called me and said, "Apparently I have to speak to you. I called (insert name of big franchise company) and the owners are two women.  I guess I'll just deal with you."
I so wanted to say, "I'm sorry we don't talk to assholes" but of course I did not.
But wouldn't that have been fun?

I had a woman call me for an appointment for kitchen counter tops. She wanted an appointment on Sunday because that was most convenient for her. I told her we could do a Saturday, but I was sorry we couldn't accommodate a Sunday. She said if you want my business you will come on a Sunday between 2 - 4pm.  I repeat that I'm sorry we don't work on Sunday. 

She said, "your loss" and hung up.
I think we dodged a bullet on that one don't you?!

I had a man call for what he referred to as a quick repair. 

I couldn't get him on the schedule for 2 weeks. He was livid. He said it won't take that long.
I explained that we were booked solid for 2 weeks but if I got a cancellation I could call him. 
I explained that the schedule at times is fluid due to contractors schedules on job sites where we come in last. 
He said, "Just bump someone, I don't care I need this done in the next 2 days."
I told him I could call customers and see if anyone was willing to give up their appointment to switch. I hung up and did that for him.  No one was interested. So I called him back to let him know. He said it didn't matter because he had already found someone to do it today and they were on their way. He never thanked me for trying just hung up on me.  He called me back next day, apparently it was done that day and it was a hot mess that needed to be fixed and could we come out and fix this mess? (mess was his word) 
Yes, we can, but it will be a 2-week wait. He said, "I'll wait." 
I just shake my head. He was nice too when he called back with his tail between his legs.
See sometimes you get to see Karma happen. 

Monday, March 16, 2015

Spring, Finally!

Spring is finally here, windows open, fresh air, and now everything looks dirty.
Dirty is better than snow and freezing temps.
I don't imagine it will be this warm all week, but I certainly am enjoying while I have it.

Friday, March 13, 2015

Mumbo Jumbo

I have never wanted to lead with the fact that my mother died. I know those that do this. But as I have gotten older I realize that it did indeed leave a dark spot in my heart. I realize that so much of what happened during that time, during her illness and after her death really left me with making choices I wonder if I would have if she had lived. No big drastic choices but some of the things that happened certainly left an impact on me and lead me to live my life a certain way now.  The older I got the more I realized this.

I spent most of my teens repeating that I was over it all. I buried it is my guess.
I never spoke about my feelings on this topic to even my dearest and closest friends.
If asked there was always a happy spin. It is what I call my “Peggy Face.”
Besides who wants to hear your problems were always my thoughts. No one cares if you aren’t coping and that you are in pain. Deal with it, smile, it will help you feel better.

In my 30’s, I began to see what I had done. But I had a sister who always blamed everything in her life on our mom dying. I was difficult on myself to prevent this from ever happening. My cousins who were some of my closest friends in my life and even they didn’t know how I was feeling. I wore my Peggy face proudly. Even today I am not sure they know what was going on. I’ve heard a few say, it all worked out so easily for you.  Yep, I did that to myself. 
Honestly why do they need to know otherwise? They don’t, but burying the truth isn’t good for you either.

I remember once in my very early 40’s trying to discuss this with my father. My step mom has always been supportive of this, she gets it. Of course, while dealing with a lot of these things as a teen I never shared them with her. But as an adult I did over wine one Friday evening. I knew she’d understand. My father, not so much. I knew I couldn’t point fingers at him, I knew I could not put blame on him. I knew I had to just tell him what was done and how it hurt me and that was all I could do. But it backfired just as I imagined it would. So I stopped the conversation and just said, “I know you did the best you could.” And then I hugged him.
It was never brought up again.

I don’t know how to put it. I do believe he did the best he knew to do. The problem was for me then that it wasn’t what I needed. So why blame my father? But on the flip side why didn’t my father know better? What is the Maya Angelou saying, “you do better when you know better.”  My father had no role models to be a father. He was from a very different generation when all it meant to be a father was giving us a roof over our head, love and discipline. I had those things so why hurt him with anything else?

In all honesty, I thought I had forgiven him and let it all go.
But I had a class on healing energy. 
This was a class for healing chronic pain that I deal with.
My doctor recommended this as a way to not take pharmaceuticals. Believe it or not one can't live on Percocet or Vicodin. Yes, I like wine. I don’t like pain medication unless you’re giving me a morphine drip. Since that isn’t an option I needed something else. I have done acupuncture and chiropractic care and massages. I have another therapeutic massage coming up. All just short-term relief if any at all..

The woman leading the class told me that it could bring up old emotions and wounds.
All the while listening to her I thought this was all just a bunch of hooey phooey mumbo jumbo. But damn it appears she may be on to something. If it is just a placebo then I’m okay with that if I feel less pain in any given day.
(Good side effect is I am actually feeling better. Not gone but better.)

Since my 2nd class, I have been thinking about some of the shit I thought was buried.
I am now trying to figure out how to let it go. I just don’t think holding it is healthy either.  We have all had our issues in our life. It’s not issues who make you who you are but the way you deal with them. That had always been what I believed.
So to me when I was saying I was letting them go, I apparently wasn’t. Even as I type this I feel that I did let them go in so many ways. What do I have to do to let them go then? Hell, I have even told you stories here on my blog about some of my experiences. Purge so to speak.

In the end, all this mumbo jumbo has made me take a look back on some things. I don’t know how that will play themselves out. I think I need to just put this back in the box and let it go.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Your Memories

Isn't it funny how you can remember things so well that happened when you were 13, but you can't remember anything months ago. What is that about? 
I told Rick that perhaps I will remember 2 days ago when I'm 85.  Is that how this is going to play out?  Or is this senility?  I don't know, but I don't like it much.

I also think it's interesting that my sister and I were at the same place at the same time with a group of people. We were 13 and 10. She remembers it differently than everyone. She will swear on it. I just nod and say, Okay. Because that is her reality. The other 10 people have their reality that just happens to be different than hers. Is this like the white and gold dress vs. the black and blue dress?  You've seen that dress on social media and television right? 
(By the way, I saw white and gold as did my husband. Did you see white or blue?  I have heard the explanation but for the life of me I don't understand it. )

When Rick and I were discussing this memory phenom, I, at first thought that perhaps you remember the traumatic things so well. I remember the day my mother died so vividly and I can smell and see my surroundings at the time so well. That was 46 years ago. Yet I can't remember things in the most recent years. I remember the moment I walked into the house, I can see in my minds eye what the room looked like and all the people looking at me. I remember the feeling, the window, and everything leading up to it before I was even told she had died. But just a few years ago, not so much. Do you have this as well?

Rick can remember being bathed in the kitchen sink. He can remember shaking his crib and screaming for his mom's attention to come get him out of there. I don't remember a great deal before 3/4 years old. So I find that interesting. But don't get me started on him remembering anything I have said. He tells me my voice is white noise and that is why he doesn't always hear me.  Funny boy.

This same evening of conversation moved us on to discussing music and how a song can bring you back to the time of your life it was popular. A good memory or a bad. I love that music can do that. Everyone believes they grew up with the best music. Their decade is their favorite.
My home was immersed in music until my mom died. She played albums while she ironed or cleaned. I can remember coming home to music all the time. To this day, I still enjoy hearing Dean Martin because it brings back memories of the kitchen and the smells of food and my mom. Rick had the same kind of home. But his family listened to different music. 

I remember when his mom died and we spent a week going through the house and cleaning it out. She had a room that was dedicated to her shoes and purses. If only I had worn a 7.5  I would have had some killer pumps. She wore shoes of women half her age. 
He got to the stack of albums and Rick yelled across the room, "Hey want to look through some albums and see if you want anything?"  I knew from the way he said this that I wouldn't. I walked into the living room and he was sitting on the floor surrounded by albums. But instead of Dean Martin, Tony Bennett, and Frank Sinatra, his mom had Slim Pickens and Boxcar Willie and the like. No, I don't want any, thank you very much. But he kept asking me, "Are you sure you don't want any of these?"  Unbeknownst to me he saved that Slim Pickens and brought it home. He hid it in his car trunk. On my birthday, he wrapped it up all pretty and gave it to me. That made me laugh."Just what I wanted!"  No, it was never played because thankfully I no longer had a turntable, CD's were the rage at the time. Knowing Rick he would have slapped that on a turntable so fast and I would have had to listen to ole Slim. 

Thankfully he doesn't have his mother's taste in music. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Travelin' Gamblin' Man

Yeah, I just gave you a pathetic play on the Bob Segar song in my post header.
(ramblin' gamblin' man)

In a few weeks, we have to take a trek up to central Pennsylvania.
The little town has less than 3,300 people. This is the population of the metro area I got off Wikipedia so my guess is the actual town itself is probably half that. You know those  old towns where all the young people leave and never go back except to visit those remaining behind. Old coal mining area. A place to get a beer is at the local VFW.Everyone knows everyone or so it seems.

Rick's good friend from high school is turning 60 in April. 
This man was also Rick's best man at his first wedding in 1975. 
I have never met this man but I have sure heard their stories. 
He and Rick have kept in touch over the years and his wife contacted Rick to ask if he and I would like to come up to PA for his birthday for a big surprise. It's not a surprise party because he insisted he didn't want one. But she thought seeing Rick would tickle him to pieces. So off we go.

I booked the hotel yesterday and I have to tell you I wasn't expecting the price I had to pay. It's not even a nice hotel. We had a good laugh about this. 
Not like there is room service, it 's just a Comfort Inn. Not like this town is popular and conveniently located right off the highway. I mean to tell you this is in the middle of nowhere. 
I think I'm just glad they had a hotel because we didn't think this town did. We assumed we'd have to drive to Altoona, the closest "big" city.
The other option was a motel. I saw the photo and ruled against that. Looked like somewhere you'd have to wear flip flops in the shower. AND it wasn't that much cheaper too boot. $10.
I figured I've blown $10 in worse ways and a clean hotel it was going to be.
So the Comfort Inn it is.

When Rick got home from work I shared with him that there were 2 hotels and there was no way I was staying in one of them so I booked the Comfort Inn. He laughed and was completely surprised that there was a hotel as high end as Comfort Inn in this sleepy little town.
He too did not wish to stay at the other motel. So it wasn't like I was being the only snobby one in this scenario.  We both thought it looked like it might be a place that rents by the hour.

This man's wife has been in touch with Rick regarding where dinner will be and the like.
Apparently there are not a lot of options there. What I like about all this is it will be casual and being the location it is, I don't have to worry about how I'm dressed. They are casual, casual folks down there. yippee! No high heels for me.

Rick has not seen this man since he was 31 so this will be funny and/or fun.
I know none of these people so it will be interesting to me.
I always get a hoot out of this area, the accent, the way time has stood still there.
There is something nice about that.....to a point.
I haven't been to these parts of PA since I was in my late 30's either. 
It's always fun to go to a teeny tiny town after living in an urban area.
It's even more fun for me to leave a teeny tiny town and get back to an urban area. 
This town is about 12-15 miles from where Rick grew up. That town is about 1500 people so I guess I'm going to the big city here.

Rick is excited to do this so of course I'm jumping on board.
We have a lot of trips coming up this year and I look forward to some of them.

I used to travel so much every week that there were times when I couldn't wait to be home.
We recently were reminiscing about a particular week where I had been in 3 different cities (in three states) in 4 days and he was traveling the eastern seaboard at the same time. 
I called him to find out when he'd be home and the typical, "Where are you right now?" question. We left on Monday and Friday couldn't get here fast enough so we'd both be home.
He and I were road weary and just wanted to be at home, at the same time. 
We used to say that we wanted to be at home, at one with our stuff. 
Our bed, our pillows, our TV, our home, our fridge, our food etc. 
The old adage, be careful what you wish for, applies here. 
Now I miss it - at times that is. Then I travel again and realize it is just not the same.

I don't enjoy the mean people in airports and all the other things that our society has become. 
It all rears its ugliness when you travel, even the entitlement issue raises its ugly head, trust me.  

This quick little trip has no airport so we will drive. It's only 4 hrs we think from here.
Then Vegas for his 60th. Then my nieces graduation up north. 
Then the lake in August.
Then Florida for the annual cousins reunion. 
I want to go on two of these 5 trips. Can you guess which ones?

It's going to be 65 tomorrow so maybe I'll close my eyes and pretend I'm on vacation.
It sure beats shoveling.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Monday in photos.

My Christmas cactus finally began to bloom - in March.


I received these from a friend for my birthday. I love tulips! They are inside so of course they are blooming on my window sill. 


 This below is what my week will be like in this neck of the woods. Not too bad considering that it has taken forever to get here. Yesterday was sunny and 59 and EVERYBODY was outside. Some in shorts and T-shirts. Not that warm people!


Hope it's getting warmer where you live!

Friday, March 6, 2015

Spring Forward

Since I was last here....
  • Blogger will now allow me to post all my naked photos again.
  • I have not had internet or office phone since Wednesday afternoon.
  • I have gotten 1 yr older.
  • We have gotten another 10 inches of that shitty white stuff.
  • This weekend temps are going to be positively spring-like. (yea I may be exaggerating but it's my world and at this point the high 50's is spring like to me)
Rick kidnaped me for my birthday and gave me the day off on Wednesday.  
The storm had not begun at this point. We had phone lines and internet when we left for the day. I put an out of office message on the voice mail and went out to play  for the day. Unfortunately, we still have to be available for Gary if there are issues in the field but he too knew it was my birthday and was nice about that.

When we got back home we realized it was awfully quiet. I went to the office and picked up the phone and there was no dial tone.  Rick tried things on his phone and we had no wi-fi. We called Verizon and they said they would send someone out on Thursday after trying a few things with them on the phone.

They called me yesterday morning at 7am to tell me someone would be here between 4-4:30p.
I knew they wouldn't be coming due to the storm because we were told by the weathermen that as the day progressed the storm would pick up.  Indeed, it did. 
At 3p, they called to tell me that they would not be coming.  No surprise. The man from Verizon began to justify his reason. I stopped him and said, "no problem I didn't think anyone could get here today.  I understand."  He said I've been yelled at all day I was just expecting it." I laughed and said, "I deal with that all day too so I wouldn't do that to you,"  He told me they would put me first thing in the morning. I was doubtful but just said okay and thanks.

Because everyone else in town was home due to the storm I was kept busy.
This is the payback for the day before that I had off.

I had to call our office phone voicemail from my cell phone to retrieve messages. 
As for all our emails, I had to use my cell's "mobile hotspot" which would allow me to connect to my tablet. So my phone has to be near my tablet to make this work. It was a bit of a crazy day, to say the least.  But lucky for Rick he had 2 days off.

Verizon showed up this morning as promised and they had to give us a whole new box that was outside. I don't know what that means, but he pointed to the box attached to our garage and told me things I did not understand. He was so nice and thanked me for shoveling the area for him. I told him I'd feed him too just for giving me back the internet, phones and making my life easier. He laughed.  Honestly the guys who work for Verizon are always so great, Verizon themselves not always so much. 

Speaking of great guys. Yesterday I was attempting to do most of the shoveling because Rick hurt his hip.  So I went out about 4 times to keep up with things.  Since I've had 4 back surgeries I should not be doing this when it's really heavy. My thought was doing it a little at a time is better than after the storm is over and having a helluva lot of heavy wet snow to do.

I shoveled the front of my house where I park my car.  I shoveled my neighbors on either side as well. The kids on the corner were busy moving boxes to their new house. (Horrible weather to move in that is for sure!) 

You see the plow never gets remotely close to the curb. EVER.  They go down the middle of the street only. Quite a weird phenom here.  Rick and I are tired of driving over mounds of snow.  So I shoveled to the curb. Just as I was finishing up a plow went slowly by me with a dog inside. I waved at the man and he stopped and rolled down his window.  His dog was a boxer and came over top him to see me. It was so funny.  He told me he had long days so he brings his dog. I liked the dog, but this guy was a big flirt. Apparently with my sunglasses on and my parka and hood up he couldn't see my turkey neck or my old lady face so he was a big ole flirt. I asked the young man if when he plows he can get to the curb instead of 6 ft from the curb for me. He said the ice there was difficult for his blade to manage.  I said as I pointed to what he was referring to, "oh c'mon I'm just a weak girl and I did it. It would so help if you could continue it"  He said he would "give it a go" when he makes another pass through this area. 
I thanked him.  I pet the dog again and off he went. 

An hour later, Rick and I were trying to get our stressed out dog to poop in the snow  when the man with the dog in the plow went by. Honest to God he cleared the street in front of just the 3 townhouses I had shoveled all the way to the curb. He drove by me and winked and yelled out the window - "That should do it for ya"  I thanked him and off he went. Rick said, "How the hell did you get him to do that?"  I told him I really didn't know. He was flirting so I went along with it, who knew?  Rick told me to flash him my boobs so he would do our alley-way and driveway. 
That made me laugh, of course.

The last shovel of the day was at an elderly neighbor to help her do her driveway. The people next door to her and I shoveled it for her.  She had done some out in front of her house and I saw her struggling. When you are in your 70's someone should shovel for you, you know?  We were all out there shoveling and bitching about the fact that this is spring damn it. 
During this time, poor Rick was still trying to get Izzy to poop in the snow, in the street, anywhere, just poop!  Poor thing gets so stressed when the snow is up to her belly. She has to go, she comes to get you to take her out and she tries, circles and then nope, too much snow is hitting her butt.  Where she normally will go was up to her chest in snow and she runs right out of that. If it weren't so stressful on her it's damn funny to watch.  This morning she finally went and oh my goodness is all I can tell you. She's been sleeping ever since. I think the whole thing exhausted her, which is funny to me. (yes, we've tried shoveling areas for her - doesn't work)

This morning the man across the street began digging out what the plow had done to him. He asked me how the hell did I get my area cleared? I didn't have the heart to tell him I was not above flashing for a plow. 


Thursday, February 26, 2015

Snow Snow Go Away, Don't Ever Come Back Another Day!

Interesting Week for me.

Everything closed for our 1 inch of snow on Thursday.
Can you see me shaking my head over this?
No garbage pick up either. I moved snow with a broom, C'MON!

I told Rick we have two choices, move back up north where this would be considered stupid or move very far south where this isn't an issue.  Either way, we must get the hell out of here, the people are annoying as hell. On so many levels and it's really starting to annoy us big time.
Entitlement galore and big ole wussies about everything!!

But in fun news, pot is now legal in the District, just over the border.
So perhaps I could go downtown, grab a gluten free cupcake at Georgetown Cupcake after hitting the pot shop and calm the hell down?  Sounds like a plan huh?  I'm a wino, who the hell am I kidding?
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My poor hubby didn't get his lemon pound cake the next day. As I left my office I heard my cell phone. It was a friend calling for support, she was crying, I mean the ugly cry. You women know what I'm talking about. She could barely talk.  I wasn't completely sure what was wrong she wasn't really talking as much as crying. So I grabbed a bottle of wine and went to her house. That is my medicine for everything - let's open a bottle.
Thankfully Rick certainly understood.

She lives in my development so I was there fairly quickly.
She has 2 autistic sons. Her husband is a pilot and never home.
She was at her wits end. She was having a very, very bad day with the boys and I think the final straw was when her husband text her. She was trying to wrangle them and he text how he was lying on the beach in Guam. Not too smart of him. Normally that wouldn't send her over the edge but I think when you get this way something that small can set you off.

When I got there it was a bit overwhelming.
One is very tall and a broad boy of 15. He is non-verbal. Boy he is strong.
My guess he is 5'9" or taller and his mom is teeny tiny 95lb 5'1" woman.

The other is 13 and while he does communicate it's not easy.
The older one jumps and hits himself and makes loud sounds.
Honest to God I don't know how she doesn't break down more.
I arrived in a baseball cap and the biggest one kept taking it off.
He thought that was funny.  I didn't care. 
I told my friend, relax, it's just a hat, let's not yell at him. 
He gave it back by putting it on my head and then bending over to really look in my eyes.
I was fascinated. He just kept staring at me. I asked him what he saw. He said Dad.
We all laughed. That brought my friend some much-needed laughter. When I say he is nonverbal there are a few keywords he will say. Dad is one of them, but it's more like Daa.
I can only make out that one the rest are just sounds to me.

Because the school has been closed so much she is with them 24/7 with no assistance of any kind.
She can't leave them alone so doing anything is a major event. Like grocery shopping or washing dishes, most anything. They do not sit quietly. They are moving constantly and yelling etc.
The damage at times blows my mind.
I think that day she had just hit the wall. She is not from here so there is no family.
She is alone in this since her husband is gone so often for weeks at a time.

I think it is so difficult to have children under the best of circumstances.
I can't even begin to fully understand her life.
I just know that it makes me sad to see her like this because I feel helpless.
When I try to take her away she never can do anything. It is always a big deal.
A few weeks ago her husband was home and we went to IKEA.
It was a long day of shopping and lunch and laughs.
It was so nice for her, to just get out around adults.
She goes days without adult conversation and that alone would be bonkers for most.
Me? I'd like it for a few days honestly. But when I say that I mean holed up with a bottle of wine and books. Not wrangling 2 autistic sons.
We never know what is going on in someone else's life do we?
Her home is magazine gorgeous (she's a designer) and even with the damage that occurs she always makes it look great. She is strong beyond belief to me.

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Today is Izzy's birthday. She is a whopping 6 years old today.
She also has started a new trend that I like very very much.
In the last month, she has taken to sleeping in between 5:30 -  6:15.
The day it was 6:15 Rick and I were both up. We both had to pee so badly. Neither wanted to get out of bed because we knew she would wake up once she heard us up and moving in the bedroom.
So we were giggling quietly about how badly we had to go to the bathroom. Finally I couldn't take it, I thought I was going to burst so I got up. Of course so did Izzy. But it was 6:15.  That is so much better than 5am.  I like this new trend even though it means she's older, it is nice for the old people who live with her.

This Izzy was up every day between 4 - 5.  She was adorable but I think I like the ole gals schedule much better.