I found a new diet.
Have your fridge break down.
Walking to the garage to the little fridge out there to get things means moving my fat ass.
Our garage is not attached to our house you see.
Rick wanted a piece of cheesecake while watching a movie.
(yep I made a cheesecake)
He asked if I wanted a piece.
I knew why he was asking me if I wanted one.
He did not wish to walk out to the garage to go get a piece, he wanted me to fetch him the cake and bring it inside.
I said, no I do not want a piece, Rick.
Hey, I was snug as a bug in my blanket on the sofa watching a good show and I didn't want to go out there any more than he did. I was being a lard ass just like he was.
A few minutes go by. He doesn't move.
Can't want it that badly then I think to myself.
The movie is over and off to bed we go.
I say as we're getting into bed. Thought you wanted cheesecake.
He replies, "I'm too damn lazy to go outside to get it so I guess I don't want it that badly. If you were a good wife you'd have gotten it for me"
He laughs.
Yep if I was a good wife I would have.
Sorry, you have a very bad wife who was being as lazy as you.
I'll fetch tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 12, 2017
Monday, September 11, 2017
Do you speak my language?
I have been in customer service hell and not one person understands me.
I think I am speaking clearly, concise, enunciating and yet no one understands.
1. Refridgerator died.
2. Warranty company
3. AVG on my computer had an update and screwed up everything
On Friday night our 2.5 yr old fridge died. I LOVE this fridge.
So I call my home warranty company and they give me the name of 3 companies I can call.
One being Sears Repair. They can fit me in, in October. Not acceptable. The 2nd number they gave me was a company that doesn't exist.
The 3rd number was a company that doesn't fix my brand of appliance.
So I call them back. They give me the same names and I repeat, those won't work, do you have any others you can give me? They gave me a number in Maryland. I live in Virginia.
Knowing that a company in MD will probably not come to VA I say to the home warranty service rep that this company is in Maryland and does she have anything closer. She said isn't Maryland the same thing?
No, they are not in this country so not only don't they fully comprehend English but they certainly don't know the geography. I said that they indeed are not the same. I take the number anyway and figure at least they will understand me when I call them, I mean they are here.
They do not speak English and they do not come to VA. Holy hell!
So to get this fixed I am going out, meaning not using my home warranty company, to deal with this.
I call a company and say that I have an LG 4 door fridge, model xxxxx do you work on these?
Absolutely. He gets here on time on Saturday morning - was here about 5 minutes.
They tell me it is $55 and they can't fix it. I have to call an LG rep to fix. So why did they tell me they work on this then? For $55 I suppose. I ask and he said because this is under warranty we have to defer to an LG rep. I don't get it but okay, I can go call LG.
I call LG back. I repeat all we've done and they repeat everything they told me the first time. OMG. I have 1 yr labor and parts/7yr for sealed systems/ 10 yr for the compressor.
First thing she says is "No more warranty."
I resist the urge to say, You mean, you are out of warranty"
Instead, I say no, I have a warranty. It was diagnosed to be a new compressor that I needed and there is a 10 yr warranty on a compressor & this was purchased late Dec 2014.
They are not in North America so while they claim to speak English, they do not really comprehend the language. For 20 minutes we went in a circle. I was trying desperately to be patient. I felt like my head would explode.
Finally, I say, since we can't come to a resolution on this I think I will call another time. Knowing full well I will have to go through this again but I was biting my tongue and it was now bleeding. I needed to walk away. Drown myself in a vat of gin or really anything other than yell at this poor woman doing her job but not in my language.
I called back on Sunday and they told me that I could call and schedule an appointment myself. I call the 3 that are in my area that they give me. The 1st one says he can't get to me for several weeks. I understand this but it's a fridge and I don't wish to wait. The 2nd is closed for two weeks. (nice) And the 3rd barely speaks English. We made an appointment for today. I at least hoped we did. The door bell rings - Hey I was correct - he showed up today. He just couldn't have been ruder.
I show him the repair paperwork and what was determined was wrong. But he wouldn't even look at it or pay attention to me. I was speaking and he acts like I'm not speaking and just walking around the kitchen doing his thing. He just keeps moving things around my fridge like he was doing an exorcism. I am speaking and he won't acknowledge a comment or a question.
Finally, I walked over to him and touched him so that he will pay attention to me damn it. He says I can't bother him like he is the high priest doing this exorcism.
Thankfully Rick came home right then. I walked to my office before I said or did something I would regret. Rick and I did our "communication thing" with our eyes. He knew I had to walk away and he had to take over. We have a good short hand like that. Besides Rick understands a Korean accent better than me. It wasn't really an accent it was very poor English. I applaud him trying to communicate with me because I know I couldn't do this in his country but it is so damn frustrating.
He told Rick when he was done with hisexorcism assessment he would talk to us but not before. You would have thought he was working on some precious historic relic and not a refrigerator.
At the completion, he babbled something, not one word except compressor did I understand. He was moving his hands quickly and talking a mile a minute but I understood nothing. Rick looked at me as though he wasn't completely comprehending this either. Now I'm scared. Rick began to repeat what he thought he was saying to us.
Rick said, "If I understand you correctly you think that the compressor has 2 parts and one part is not working and you ...NO NO NO HE SCREAMS. He says something again. We try with all our might to understand and I want to cry. I don't want to make him feel badly but I don't understand anything he is saying. He says something that triggers Rick and Rick repeats it and then the man is very excited. They understand each other.
He says the part must be ordered. Great. Another week or two of no fridge. Rick asks if we can pay to have the part overnighted.
He says, "ooh it expensive." Rick asked how much. He says, $25.
Hell, we're paying him a helluva lot of money so what the hell is $25 added to that we figured. That ensures we have a fridge by Friday - or so we hope. We must pay him for labor but the rest is under warranty.
He also shared with us that you can't have your fridge closed in as ours is. (Now in the photo above on the right it looks close to the wall because they moved it that way. Normally there are 2-3 inches on either side of it.)
Apparently, it has to be further from the wall and perhaps we can remove the cabinets on the left he suggests. Really? Well, we aren't knocking down walls but we can move it out from the wall a bit more. He said at least my husband's fist size from the wall. I assumed it was that far but perhaps not. But really should this fridge that was a lot of money do this in 2 years? That means everyone I know that has a fridge encased will have this happen in 2 1/2 years. My neighbors who have the same lay out don't have this issues. Is this endemic to this brand/style of fridge. I don't dare ask because honestly who knows what the hell he will tell me. I won't understand it.
So if that wasn't enough to give me grief on a Monday morning AVG, my antivirius on my computer did an update. After every update they kick off my schedule. I have it scheduled to scan my computer every day at noon while I am away from my desk. This time I couldn't even find where the hell on this new screen to check my schedule. I hit everything. Finally I called them. I think they are in Croatia or something. They tell me it is on the first page - I tell them it used to be but I just had an update and it is now gone. What should have taken 10 minutes was just over 45 minutes. Because neither of us spoke the language of the other so there is a lot of repeating on both ends and a lot of trial and error. Finally he puts me on hold. I was on hold for so long I forgot and then it was giving me a busy signal like we'd been disconnected. Oh my goodness I am drinking this evening. I may begin taking serious drugs at this point.
I decide the hell with everything I will deal with it tomorrow and I answer the phone assuming it was a customer. It was the man who disconnected me from AVG. He apologized but he did find out where it is located now. He walks me through all the steps and then tells me this should never happen on an update. I made the mistake of telling him that it does it each and every time there is an update. He recommends taking over my computer to accesss. I say no thank you because I have had a helluva morning and no work is getting done. I thanked him for his help and patience but we may have to do this another time when I have more time. Like never.
I think I am speaking clearly, concise, enunciating and yet no one understands.
1. Refridgerator died.
2. Warranty company
3. AVG on my computer had an update and screwed up everything
On Friday night our 2.5 yr old fridge died. I LOVE this fridge.
So I call my home warranty company and they give me the name of 3 companies I can call.
One being Sears Repair. They can fit me in, in October. Not acceptable. The 2nd number they gave me was a company that doesn't exist.
The 3rd number was a company that doesn't fix my brand of appliance.
So I call them back. They give me the same names and I repeat, those won't work, do you have any others you can give me? They gave me a number in Maryland. I live in Virginia.
Knowing that a company in MD will probably not come to VA I say to the home warranty service rep that this company is in Maryland and does she have anything closer. She said isn't Maryland the same thing?
No, they are not in this country so not only don't they fully comprehend English but they certainly don't know the geography. I said that they indeed are not the same. I take the number anyway and figure at least they will understand me when I call them, I mean they are here.
They do not speak English and they do not come to VA. Holy hell!
So to get this fixed I am going out, meaning not using my home warranty company, to deal with this.
I call a company and say that I have an LG 4 door fridge, model xxxxx do you work on these?
Absolutely. He gets here on time on Saturday morning - was here about 5 minutes.
I call LG back. I repeat all we've done and they repeat everything they told me the first time. OMG. I have 1 yr labor and parts/7yr for sealed systems/ 10 yr for the compressor.
First thing she says is "No more warranty."
I resist the urge to say, You mean, you are out of warranty"
Instead, I say no, I have a warranty. It was diagnosed to be a new compressor that I needed and there is a 10 yr warranty on a compressor & this was purchased late Dec 2014.
They are not in North America so while they claim to speak English, they do not really comprehend the language. For 20 minutes we went in a circle. I was trying desperately to be patient. I felt like my head would explode.
Finally, I say, since we can't come to a resolution on this I think I will call another time. Knowing full well I will have to go through this again but I was biting my tongue and it was now bleeding. I needed to walk away. Drown myself in a vat of gin or really anything other than yell at this poor woman doing her job but not in my language.
I called back on Sunday and they told me that I could call and schedule an appointment myself. I call the 3 that are in my area that they give me. The 1st one says he can't get to me for several weeks. I understand this but it's a fridge and I don't wish to wait. The 2nd is closed for two weeks. (nice) And the 3rd barely speaks English. We made an appointment for today. I at least hoped we did. The door bell rings - Hey I was correct - he showed up today. He just couldn't have been ruder.
I show him the repair paperwork and what was determined was wrong. But he wouldn't even look at it or pay attention to me. I was speaking and he acts like I'm not speaking and just walking around the kitchen doing his thing. He just keeps moving things around my fridge like he was doing an exorcism. I am speaking and he won't acknowledge a comment or a question.
Finally, I walked over to him and touched him so that he will pay attention to me damn it. He says I can't bother him like he is the high priest doing this exorcism.
Thankfully Rick came home right then. I walked to my office before I said or did something I would regret. Rick and I did our "communication thing" with our eyes. He knew I had to walk away and he had to take over. We have a good short hand like that. Besides Rick understands a Korean accent better than me. It wasn't really an accent it was very poor English. I applaud him trying to communicate with me because I know I couldn't do this in his country but it is so damn frustrating.
He told Rick when he was done with his
At the completion, he babbled something, not one word except compressor did I understand. He was moving his hands quickly and talking a mile a minute but I understood nothing. Rick looked at me as though he wasn't completely comprehending this either. Now I'm scared. Rick began to repeat what he thought he was saying to us.
Rick said, "If I understand you correctly you think that the compressor has 2 parts and one part is not working and you ...NO NO NO HE SCREAMS. He says something again. We try with all our might to understand and I want to cry. I don't want to make him feel badly but I don't understand anything he is saying. He says something that triggers Rick and Rick repeats it and then the man is very excited. They understand each other.
He says the part must be ordered. Great. Another week or two of no fridge. Rick asks if we can pay to have the part overnighted.
He says, "ooh it expensive." Rick asked how much. He says, $25.
Hell, we're paying him a helluva lot of money so what the hell is $25 added to that we figured. That ensures we have a fridge by Friday - or so we hope. We must pay him for labor but the rest is under warranty.
He also shared with us that you can't have your fridge closed in as ours is. (Now in the photo above on the right it looks close to the wall because they moved it that way. Normally there are 2-3 inches on either side of it.)
Apparently, it has to be further from the wall and perhaps we can remove the cabinets on the left he suggests. Really? Well, we aren't knocking down walls but we can move it out from the wall a bit more. He said at least my husband's fist size from the wall. I assumed it was that far but perhaps not. But really should this fridge that was a lot of money do this in 2 years? That means everyone I know that has a fridge encased will have this happen in 2 1/2 years. My neighbors who have the same lay out don't have this issues. Is this endemic to this brand/style of fridge. I don't dare ask because honestly who knows what the hell he will tell me. I won't understand it.
So if that wasn't enough to give me grief on a Monday morning AVG, my antivirius on my computer did an update. After every update they kick off my schedule. I have it scheduled to scan my computer every day at noon while I am away from my desk. This time I couldn't even find where the hell on this new screen to check my schedule. I hit everything. Finally I called them. I think they are in Croatia or something. They tell me it is on the first page - I tell them it used to be but I just had an update and it is now gone. What should have taken 10 minutes was just over 45 minutes. Because neither of us spoke the language of the other so there is a lot of repeating on both ends and a lot of trial and error. Finally he puts me on hold. I was on hold for so long I forgot and then it was giving me a busy signal like we'd been disconnected. Oh my goodness I am drinking this evening. I may begin taking serious drugs at this point.
I decide the hell with everything I will deal with it tomorrow and I answer the phone assuming it was a customer. It was the man who disconnected me from AVG. He apologized but he did find out where it is located now. He walks me through all the steps and then tells me this should never happen on an update. I made the mistake of telling him that it does it each and every time there is an update. He recommends taking over my computer to accesss. I say no thank you because I have had a helluva morning and no work is getting done. I thanked him for his help and patience but we may have to do this another time when I have more time. Like never.
Friday, September 8, 2017
Oh wait, she's dead.
Not sure if I've talked about this before here.
But this had happened a few more time of late and I do find it funny.
As I do most things except mean customers.
As you all know my mom died when I was 13.
I got a new mom shortly after.
So my new mom has been my mom longer than I ever had my birth mom in my life.
When my new mom came to live with us she told us to call her by her first name, Mary Ann. She said if you are comfortable with mom that is fine too, but she made it a point to tell us she was fine with her name and she understood that it could be difficult to say mom to her. So be it, Mary Ann she was from then on.
Now I refer to her as my mom so if I am speaking to someone I would say my mom did this or my mom said that. You get the picture.
In the blog sometimes I will say my step mom only to differentiate for the story I am sharing that this is my 2nd mom.
Recently when I showed my parents 47th wedding anniversary pictures on Facebook someone sent me a note via messenger. It said, "I hope you don't mind me asking but it says your parents are celebrating 47 years of marriage. Aren't you 61?" That made me laugh. She was indeed correct.
So I had to write back and explain that this was my 2nd mom etc.
Apparently, she looked at this post for several days before she had the courage to ask. She said, "I know it was nosey but you never ever said anything about a step mom or dad so I was very confused"
This has happened a few times in my life.
Once when I went to a allergy doctor that my sister went to see. Oh my it was a real cluster !@#$
My sister and my cousin both went to this doctor. They loved the guy and this doctor really helped my sister with her seasonal allergies that I appeared to be suffering from as well. My sister Stephanie is not blood related. She and Mary Ann came to live with us after Dad married Mary Ann. Stephanie was 5-6 years old at the time. All of my sisters are just that, my sisters. I don't think of them any other way.
So sitting in the doctor's office he began to ask me questions about my family health history.
Does you father have any allergies?
No.
How is your father's health?
Very good.
Does your mom suffer from any allergies?
No
How is your mother's health?
Very good.
More questions then I realized what I had said a few questions before.
"No, wait, my mom is dead" I say laughing. Oops, so not good.
He put his pencil down on his clip board and looked up at me sternly.
"Pardon me?"
I said, "I'm sorry my mom died when I was very young, I automatically think of my step mom."
He only nods, makes a grunt sound and goes back to the questions.
Fast forward to siblings.
We go through the same types of questions.
He asks if any have allergies.
I say, "Why my sister Stephanie comes here to see you and we suffer from the same thing." He nods and writes.
Then I realize she is not blood-related and say, "Ah, I'm sorry but Stephanie is really not my sister (not the best way to have said it) Stephanie is my step sister, sorry."
He puts down the board and says, let's skip this and go on with the exam.
He seems so pissed off and I know me laughing while telling him didn't make him any better. But c'mon I laugh at everything, that was funny to me.
I know he thought I needed more mental help than allergy but c'mon it was 1982 at the time and didn't people have blended families like The Brady Bunch?
Now it is 1987 and it was right before I got my big job. I was working at this travel agency and my mom would stop in from time to time. Joe, the owner was a great guy to work for. Loved, loved, loved him!
He was very theatrical and flamboyant.
He was so fun and always singing in the office and just a happy lovely man. One day he asked me something and I sure wish I could remember the question now to explain this story but I don't recall. I only recall his reaction.
But after he asked I replied, "Oh Joe my mom died."
He shrieked loudly and held his hand to his chest and said, "She was just here. Why the hell did you come in today? Oh my God Peggy I am so sorry, she was so young. Go home, do what you have to do!"
He was coming to hug me and I began to laugh.
I said, "Joe calm down, I'm sorry but my mom died in 1969"
He stopped and just stared at me for a minute and then said, "who the hell is that lady that was here yesterday that you call your mom?"
I told him my step mom. He asked why I introduced her as my mom.
I replied," because she is my mom."
He walked to me and hit my arm. He told me I deserved that hit because he thought my mom just died and I came to work. I told him if it makes you feel better I can still go home. He laughed and the office who was all staring at me in shock that my mom had died and I was at work were now all laughing.
Joe told that at my little going away party when I moved away for my new job. He now found it oh so funny.
This happened again yesterday.
We were discussing how celiac is often hereditary. I mentioned that my sister was suffering from some issues but refused to go GF to see if it would help, or be tested. Then I realized, "Oh no, this isn't my "real" sister so I better just shut up. Luckily for me, they had more questions for me and I just dropped it.
But this had happened a few more time of late and I do find it funny.
As I do most things except mean customers.
As you all know my mom died when I was 13.
I got a new mom shortly after.
So my new mom has been my mom longer than I ever had my birth mom in my life.
When my new mom came to live with us she told us to call her by her first name, Mary Ann. She said if you are comfortable with mom that is fine too, but she made it a point to tell us she was fine with her name and she understood that it could be difficult to say mom to her. So be it, Mary Ann she was from then on.
Now I refer to her as my mom so if I am speaking to someone I would say my mom did this or my mom said that. You get the picture.
In the blog sometimes I will say my step mom only to differentiate for the story I am sharing that this is my 2nd mom.
Recently when I showed my parents 47th wedding anniversary pictures on Facebook someone sent me a note via messenger. It said, "I hope you don't mind me asking but it says your parents are celebrating 47 years of marriage. Aren't you 61?" That made me laugh. She was indeed correct.
So I had to write back and explain that this was my 2nd mom etc.
Apparently, she looked at this post for several days before she had the courage to ask. She said, "I know it was nosey but you never ever said anything about a step mom or dad so I was very confused"
This has happened a few times in my life.
Once when I went to a allergy doctor that my sister went to see. Oh my it was a real cluster !@#$
My sister and my cousin both went to this doctor. They loved the guy and this doctor really helped my sister with her seasonal allergies that I appeared to be suffering from as well. My sister Stephanie is not blood related. She and Mary Ann came to live with us after Dad married Mary Ann. Stephanie was 5-6 years old at the time. All of my sisters are just that, my sisters. I don't think of them any other way.
So sitting in the doctor's office he began to ask me questions about my family health history.
Does you father have any allergies?
No.
How is your father's health?
Very good.
Does your mom suffer from any allergies?
No
How is your mother's health?
Very good.
More questions then I realized what I had said a few questions before.
"No, wait, my mom is dead" I say laughing. Oops, so not good.
He put his pencil down on his clip board and looked up at me sternly.
"Pardon me?"
I said, "I'm sorry my mom died when I was very young, I automatically think of my step mom."
He only nods, makes a grunt sound and goes back to the questions.
Fast forward to siblings.
We go through the same types of questions.
He asks if any have allergies.
I say, "Why my sister Stephanie comes here to see you and we suffer from the same thing." He nods and writes.
Then I realize she is not blood-related and say, "Ah, I'm sorry but Stephanie is really not my sister (not the best way to have said it) Stephanie is my step sister, sorry."
He puts down the board and says, let's skip this and go on with the exam.
He seems so pissed off and I know me laughing while telling him didn't make him any better. But c'mon I laugh at everything, that was funny to me.
I know he thought I needed more mental help than allergy but c'mon it was 1982 at the time and didn't people have blended families like The Brady Bunch?
Now it is 1987 and it was right before I got my big job. I was working at this travel agency and my mom would stop in from time to time. Joe, the owner was a great guy to work for. Loved, loved, loved him!
He was very theatrical and flamboyant.
He was so fun and always singing in the office and just a happy lovely man. One day he asked me something and I sure wish I could remember the question now to explain this story but I don't recall. I only recall his reaction.
But after he asked I replied, "Oh Joe my mom died."
He shrieked loudly and held his hand to his chest and said, "She was just here. Why the hell did you come in today? Oh my God Peggy I am so sorry, she was so young. Go home, do what you have to do!"
He was coming to hug me and I began to laugh.
I said, "Joe calm down, I'm sorry but my mom died in 1969"
He stopped and just stared at me for a minute and then said, "who the hell is that lady that was here yesterday that you call your mom?"
I told him my step mom. He asked why I introduced her as my mom.
I replied," because she is my mom."
He walked to me and hit my arm. He told me I deserved that hit because he thought my mom just died and I came to work. I told him if it makes you feel better I can still go home. He laughed and the office who was all staring at me in shock that my mom had died and I was at work were now all laughing.
Joe told that at my little going away party when I moved away for my new job. He now found it oh so funny.
This happened again yesterday.
We were discussing how celiac is often hereditary. I mentioned that my sister was suffering from some issues but refused to go GF to see if it would help, or be tested. Then I realized, "Oh no, this isn't my "real" sister so I better just shut up. Luckily for me, they had more questions for me and I just dropped it.
Thursday, September 7, 2017
Food!!
Let's replay, shall we?
Tuesday night I only had a bowl of homemade chicken soup for dinner.
Not realizing this was my last meal or I would have made it far better.
Wednesday morning I read my instructions and take out all the things they gave me in a pretty little bag.
The instructions told me I was not allowed to eat all day. WHAT? I woke up hungry and want to eat my arm. Oh boy. But I'm allowed black coffee with stevia so I did have a cup of coffee. Woo-hoo!
My instructions that were given to me:
Wednesday -
3 pm - take 2 pills from the brown packet.
Mix 64 oz of water with the full bottle of the powdery stuff and drink every 20 minutes from 3p - 6p It stated it would make you queasy and if I were to vomit to then drink every 30 minutes. Oh yea, that'll help.(made me very nauseous all night)
9 pm - take 2 more pills.
5 hours before test, take another pill from yellow packet (test at 10)
Mix 10 oz water with the packet of magnesium citrate.
What Peg did:
Started an hour earlier than told because I knew I'd want some sleep.
Also took the last pill and magnesium earlier too.
I mean I was up why the hell not?
Yes, that was at 4am. No water after 5am or any liquid at all.
But that didn't help.
I just wanted to shower and get this over with but I couldn't stop going to the bathroom.
So there I sat. Aside from the nice color of my powder room I thought about what the hell could I have eaten on Tuesday that I am still going?
Salad for lunch. Coffee for breakfast and soup for dinner. It's still not gone? Geez. What can I eat when I get out of there? What is in our pantry? I think I need some new hand towels. Yep wondering thoughts while on the throne. Hmm...
At 11 pm I sat in my husband's big chair (closest to the powder room)
and I fell asleep for 2 hrs. Then it began again.
With all of our advances in science and the medical field isn't there a better way to do this? Honestly, I am never doing this again.
I also wonder why I had to wait until 3 pm to start this since I wasn't allowed to eat all day. Why couldn't I start earlier and be finished so I could get some sleep?
When Rick had this done he drank one thing and it was over. Went to bed, showered in morning, had test. Done. They made this far more complicated than necessary. I don't care for this doctor and this did not help endear himself to me anymore.
We get there as instructed 45 minutes prior to the procedures.
Why so early I do not know. So everyone in the room can run to the bathroom at the same time? Yeah, a poop party. Why do they do this to us? Dignity is all out the window. But the bathrooms were clean and the tile work was very nice. 😀
For some reason, sitting in the waiting room my husband is finding my doctor's name quite funny.
He knew the name before but for some reason like a good 12-year-old boy, he is having fun this morning with the name. We are both loopy tired and that doesn't help.
He keeps saying, "Can you imagine having that name as a kid?"
I told him I was too naive as a kid to have known anything other than it was his name. Then he said, "what is his first name, Harry?" Well, that cracked up the old fool. He was having a laughing good time.
Harry Mirkin.
I told him his name was Kenneth. But now he is acting so childish and I am so tired I too am laughing at his ridiculous comments. That only encourages his bad behavior. Thank goodness they called me back and he had to sit there and amuse himself.
I awoke to them telling me all went well. No polyps etc. Rick thankfully was by my side so he heard it all because I was still a bit out of it.
I am just happy it's over and they told me I don't have to do that end for another 10 years. Yea, right.
Little do they know I am never doing this again. Once was enough for me.
The prep was horrible and it made me so nauseous. I asked about that and they told me about half the people do get sick and vomit. Thankfully I wasn't vomiting but being nauseated isn't fun either. Nothing like sitting on the throne holding the garbage can in front of you just in case.
As for my endoscopy, there are some issues and they will be in touch about that. Inflammation and some celiac things. No biggie I assume. But biopsies will be done and I was free to go home and eat.
Eat. Oh, I wish I could have a good ole cheeseburger but instead, I came home to some scrambled eggs and sausage and a cup of coffee. yum. Rick made me breakfast and I love when that happens. I am now full, very full. And it feels good to be full. In my mind, while thinking about eating when I got out I thought I'd be eating a ton of food I was so hungry. But then I got food and it was great but I couldn't eat it all.
I answered 4 voicemail messages, booked all 4 and after I hit post here I will be laying down for a bit. Still feeling groggy.
Okay, that is all the tests for the rest of this year for me.
I am done.
Even if "they" don't think so. I.am.done!
Tuesday night I only had a bowl of homemade chicken soup for dinner.
Not realizing this was my last meal or I would have made it far better.
Wednesday morning I read my instructions and take out all the things they gave me in a pretty little bag.
The instructions told me I was not allowed to eat all day. WHAT? I woke up hungry and want to eat my arm. Oh boy. But I'm allowed black coffee with stevia so I did have a cup of coffee. Woo-hoo!
My instructions that were given to me:
Wednesday -
3 pm - take 2 pills from the brown packet.
Mix 64 oz of water with the full bottle of the powdery stuff and drink every 20 minutes from 3p - 6p It stated it would make you queasy and if I were to vomit to then drink every 30 minutes. Oh yea, that'll help.(made me very nauseous all night)
9 pm - take 2 more pills.
5 hours before test, take another pill from yellow packet (test at 10)
Mix 10 oz water with the packet of magnesium citrate.
What Peg did:
Started an hour earlier than told because I knew I'd want some sleep.
Also took the last pill and magnesium earlier too.
I mean I was up why the hell not?
Yes, that was at 4am. No water after 5am or any liquid at all.
But that didn't help.
I just wanted to shower and get this over with but I couldn't stop going to the bathroom.
So there I sat. Aside from the nice color of my powder room I thought about what the hell could I have eaten on Tuesday that I am still going?
Salad for lunch. Coffee for breakfast and soup for dinner. It's still not gone? Geez. What can I eat when I get out of there? What is in our pantry? I think I need some new hand towels. Yep wondering thoughts while on the throne. Hmm...
At 11 pm I sat in my husband's big chair (closest to the powder room)
and I fell asleep for 2 hrs. Then it began again.
With all of our advances in science and the medical field isn't there a better way to do this? Honestly, I am never doing this again.
I also wonder why I had to wait until 3 pm to start this since I wasn't allowed to eat all day. Why couldn't I start earlier and be finished so I could get some sleep?
When Rick had this done he drank one thing and it was over. Went to bed, showered in morning, had test. Done. They made this far more complicated than necessary. I don't care for this doctor and this did not help endear himself to me anymore.
We get there as instructed 45 minutes prior to the procedures.
Why so early I do not know. So everyone in the room can run to the bathroom at the same time? Yeah, a poop party. Why do they do this to us? Dignity is all out the window. But the bathrooms were clean and the tile work was very nice. 😀
For some reason, sitting in the waiting room my husband is finding my doctor's name quite funny.
He knew the name before but for some reason like a good 12-year-old boy, he is having fun this morning with the name. We are both loopy tired and that doesn't help.
He keeps saying, "Can you imagine having that name as a kid?"
I told him I was too naive as a kid to have known anything other than it was his name. Then he said, "what is his first name, Harry?" Well, that cracked up the old fool. He was having a laughing good time.
Harry Mirkin.
I told him his name was Kenneth. But now he is acting so childish and I am so tired I too am laughing at his ridiculous comments. That only encourages his bad behavior. Thank goodness they called me back and he had to sit there and amuse himself.
I awoke to them telling me all went well. No polyps etc. Rick thankfully was by my side so he heard it all because I was still a bit out of it.
I am just happy it's over and they told me I don't have to do that end for another 10 years. Yea, right.
Little do they know I am never doing this again. Once was enough for me.
The prep was horrible and it made me so nauseous. I asked about that and they told me about half the people do get sick and vomit. Thankfully I wasn't vomiting but being nauseated isn't fun either. Nothing like sitting on the throne holding the garbage can in front of you just in case.
As for my endoscopy, there are some issues and they will be in touch about that. Inflammation and some celiac things. No biggie I assume. But biopsies will be done and I was free to go home and eat.
Eat. Oh, I wish I could have a good ole cheeseburger but instead, I came home to some scrambled eggs and sausage and a cup of coffee. yum. Rick made me breakfast and I love when that happens. I am now full, very full. And it feels good to be full. In my mind, while thinking about eating when I got out I thought I'd be eating a ton of food I was so hungry. But then I got food and it was great but I couldn't eat it all.
I answered 4 voicemail messages, booked all 4 and after I hit post here I will be laying down for a bit. Still feeling groggy.
Okay, that is all the tests for the rest of this year for me.
I am done.
Even if "they" don't think so. I.am.done!
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Don't drink this stuff!!!
Ok. This is not fun.
It's going to be a loong night.
I have decided that I really like the color of my powder room though.
Tuesday, September 5, 2017
Fires, Hurricanes, Flooding and oh Yea Korea
The news is sure fun of late.
It seems another hurricane will be hitting us this week.
My niece who just moved to Florida is a bit concerned.
I spoke with her yesterday and this is all new to her.
Her husband who is from the area is prepared and helping her get through this.
As she said, "we only had to worry about snow and that's easy"
My sister out west is dealing with fire and smoke.
A few weeks ago she went to the shore to breathe some fresh air that they don't have at their home.
I can't fathom fire. That is too much for me.
Hurricanes, tornados, flooding, earthquakes, and fire.
I think perhaps my niece was right, snow seems like nothing right now doesn't it?
Of course, we have a nuke happy Kim Jong-Un.
He's a happy fella isn't he? Hell bent on blowing us all up.
And with the nasty crew heading our gov't I don't think there will be anything other than the beating of the chest and machismo. Man, do I miss a level head person in charge.
In other news....
Rick's daughter is going through a divorce.
Ever since her husband's heart issue, he is a changed man.
He is angry and has a temper that he never had.
It's ugly is enough to say here, very ugly.
After trying for so long she is now at the point of just fed up.
No more tears, just done with it.
She spoke to her father over the weekend and he was a bit shocked at how level headed she was being about everything. I guess that is good.
She had a plan and put it into action and I must say I am impressed.
Before she left she accomplished a great deal. But for some reason, they must live together. The attorney said if she leaves it is abandonment.
So they will live together in the house I guess. Crazy.
It reminded me of the movie War of the Roses.
I'm not sure I could do that especially when one fears the others anger and locks themselves in a room on any given day.
I have a crazy week ahead of me of a colonoscopy and an endoscopy. Yep a tube up me and one down me. Great week. I'm sure after this fun is done I will have a good story or two. Gee, I can't wait.
It seems another hurricane will be hitting us this week.
My niece who just moved to Florida is a bit concerned.
I spoke with her yesterday and this is all new to her.
Her husband who is from the area is prepared and helping her get through this.
As she said, "we only had to worry about snow and that's easy"
My sister out west is dealing with fire and smoke.
A few weeks ago she went to the shore to breathe some fresh air that they don't have at their home.
I can't fathom fire. That is too much for me.
Hurricanes, tornados, flooding, earthquakes, and fire.
I think perhaps my niece was right, snow seems like nothing right now doesn't it?
Of course, we have a nuke happy Kim Jong-Un.
He's a happy fella isn't he? Hell bent on blowing us all up.
And with the nasty crew heading our gov't I don't think there will be anything other than the beating of the chest and machismo. Man, do I miss a level head person in charge.
In other news....
Rick's daughter is going through a divorce.
Ever since her husband's heart issue, he is a changed man.
He is angry and has a temper that he never had.
It's ugly is enough to say here, very ugly.
After trying for so long she is now at the point of just fed up.
No more tears, just done with it.
She spoke to her father over the weekend and he was a bit shocked at how level headed she was being about everything. I guess that is good.
She had a plan and put it into action and I must say I am impressed.
Before she left she accomplished a great deal. But for some reason, they must live together. The attorney said if she leaves it is abandonment.
So they will live together in the house I guess. Crazy.
It reminded me of the movie War of the Roses.
I'm not sure I could do that especially when one fears the others anger and locks themselves in a room on any given day.
I have a crazy week ahead of me of a colonoscopy and an endoscopy. Yep a tube up me and one down me. Great week. I'm sure after this fun is done I will have a good story or two. Gee, I can't wait.
Thursday, August 31, 2017
Dementia
A few weeks back I wrote about my experience of driving to IKEA with my neighbor friend Lorri. It was scary and she was so "off" I realized that she must be experiencing Alzheimer's or something like that was happening to her.
Shortly after Lorri moved into the neighborhood from San Antonio her mom came to live with her. Her mother had Alzheimer's. One day her mom just walked out of the house in her bathrobe down the street. Rick and I were walking out of our home and she was walking by. We stopped and said hello and asked where she was off to this fine day? Knowing full well we had to get her home. She said she just wanted to enjoy the sunny day. Rick put his arm out and asked if he could walk with her. She smiled proudly like it was her prom date and with her smile and head held high she took his arm and he walked her home.
She was none the wiser. Lorri was so thankful it was us that saw her.
As time went on the situation with her mom was getting bad for Lorri. Her mom would walk out of the house at 1 or 2 in the morning. One lucky day for her mom Rick again was out with a dog who had diarrhea. He saw her and asked if she would like to walk with her and Izzy. She was just wearing a thin see through nightgown. Rick again walked her home and Lorri was frantic and had already called the police by this point. Once again she was happy it was us and no harm had been done to her mother. She used to say Rick was her guardian angel.
Now it's Lorri's turn. She got the results of her tests and she has Dementia.
I am not surprised. She has been having such difficulty finding the words she wants to say and she is so frustrated. She did have a car accident with her daughter's car after she dropped them off at the airport last week while I was out of town. I hope now her daughter will take away her driving privileges. I strongly believe they need to take her license away before she kills herself or someone else.
I spoke with her last night and her boyfriend was coming over. But after work today I told her I'd stop by. I know she knew this was happening but I think when the doctor tells you all of this it still stings and then it really sinks in that this is real. I feel so badly for her. She lives alone and yesterday she told me she thinks she must sell and go into assisted living and then full nursing care. She began to well up with tears and it just broke my heart. She is only 70.
This disease is so awful. I fear this one.
ALS and Alzheimers are my two biggest fears at this age.
Both would suck. I would move to Oregon and do it on my own turns I'd like to think. Rick knows my wishes, we are on the same page.
I saw my father this past week and it is a horrible way to end a fine life.
He was such a proud robust man who now wears depends and can't do more than sit and walk a small bit at a time.
His mind is shot and he stares at TV and I wonder what is going on in his mind?
He smiled at me and at times he knew me but more often than not he didn't. Growing old sucks.
My moms side of the family all died of either heart disease or cancer. My fathers side have all been Alzheimer's. I prefer to die from one of my maternal side of the families diseases. How can this be stopped? Can it be halted? Do the medicines they give you do anything at all or are they all placebos?
I have a doctors appointment in a few weeks for my annual exam and blood work. I am going to ask what is the real difference between Dementia and Alzheimers?
Doesn't one turn into the other over time? Aren't about 75% of Dementia patient really just Alzheimers early stages? How can I prevent this from happening to me or I am destined? Crap!
Now on to Betty, who I have named that big ole inflammation behind my eye.
Betty won't go away. She is holding steady. The steroid drops make me physically ill and after vomiting a few weeks ago I called and she dropped me to only 2 drops a day. Well after all this time it isn't budging. No smaller, no bigger. So I am being weaned off the drops. (It is far smaller than when I had no vision in that eye at the beginning of this ordeal.)
I will go back in 4 weeks and see what it is doing and at that time get new glasses. So I went from 20/20 in both eyes to 20/40 in my eye with Betty. I don't want a new friend so Betty needs to get the hell out of here. But she appears to be a stubborn little wench.
So no one knows what it is after a zillion doctors and tests. It will just be monitored so it gets no bigger or do something worse. It is all we can do at this point. It could be worse so I am just thankful I still have my eyesight and that today I can remember where my keys are and it's only Betty and not her dreaded brother Dementia. Taking my blessings where I can these days.
Shortly after Lorri moved into the neighborhood from San Antonio her mom came to live with her. Her mother had Alzheimer's. One day her mom just walked out of the house in her bathrobe down the street. Rick and I were walking out of our home and she was walking by. We stopped and said hello and asked where she was off to this fine day? Knowing full well we had to get her home. She said she just wanted to enjoy the sunny day. Rick put his arm out and asked if he could walk with her. She smiled proudly like it was her prom date and with her smile and head held high she took his arm and he walked her home.
She was none the wiser. Lorri was so thankful it was us that saw her.
As time went on the situation with her mom was getting bad for Lorri. Her mom would walk out of the house at 1 or 2 in the morning. One lucky day for her mom Rick again was out with a dog who had diarrhea. He saw her and asked if she would like to walk with her and Izzy. She was just wearing a thin see through nightgown. Rick again walked her home and Lorri was frantic and had already called the police by this point. Once again she was happy it was us and no harm had been done to her mother. She used to say Rick was her guardian angel.
Now it's Lorri's turn. She got the results of her tests and she has Dementia.
I am not surprised. She has been having such difficulty finding the words she wants to say and she is so frustrated. She did have a car accident with her daughter's car after she dropped them off at the airport last week while I was out of town. I hope now her daughter will take away her driving privileges. I strongly believe they need to take her license away before she kills herself or someone else.
I spoke with her last night and her boyfriend was coming over. But after work today I told her I'd stop by. I know she knew this was happening but I think when the doctor tells you all of this it still stings and then it really sinks in that this is real. I feel so badly for her. She lives alone and yesterday she told me she thinks she must sell and go into assisted living and then full nursing care. She began to well up with tears and it just broke my heart. She is only 70.
This disease is so awful. I fear this one.
ALS and Alzheimers are my two biggest fears at this age.
Both would suck. I would move to Oregon and do it on my own turns I'd like to think. Rick knows my wishes, we are on the same page.
I saw my father this past week and it is a horrible way to end a fine life.
He was such a proud robust man who now wears depends and can't do more than sit and walk a small bit at a time.
His mind is shot and he stares at TV and I wonder what is going on in his mind?
He smiled at me and at times he knew me but more often than not he didn't. Growing old sucks.
My moms side of the family all died of either heart disease or cancer. My fathers side have all been Alzheimer's. I prefer to die from one of my maternal side of the families diseases. How can this be stopped? Can it be halted? Do the medicines they give you do anything at all or are they all placebos?
I have a doctors appointment in a few weeks for my annual exam and blood work. I am going to ask what is the real difference between Dementia and Alzheimers?
Doesn't one turn into the other over time? Aren't about 75% of Dementia patient really just Alzheimers early stages? How can I prevent this from happening to me or I am destined? Crap!
Now on to Betty, who I have named that big ole inflammation behind my eye.
Betty won't go away. She is holding steady. The steroid drops make me physically ill and after vomiting a few weeks ago I called and she dropped me to only 2 drops a day. Well after all this time it isn't budging. No smaller, no bigger. So I am being weaned off the drops. (It is far smaller than when I had no vision in that eye at the beginning of this ordeal.)
I will go back in 4 weeks and see what it is doing and at that time get new glasses. So I went from 20/20 in both eyes to 20/40 in my eye with Betty. I don't want a new friend so Betty needs to get the hell out of here. But she appears to be a stubborn little wench.
So no one knows what it is after a zillion doctors and tests. It will just be monitored so it gets no bigger or do something worse. It is all we can do at this point. It could be worse so I am just thankful I still have my eyesight and that today I can remember where my keys are and it's only Betty and not her dreaded brother Dementia. Taking my blessings where I can these days.
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Have I posted these before?
I came back to the office to a voicemail light flashing. No voicemails. Hmmm.....
I called Verizon. I told them it did not start until I had to call them to change my ring count for voice mail upon my return. Yes, that is correct they don't let you do this yourself. Instead, they tried to make me buy their new voice mail product and phone for VOIP. The amount of time I have my service go down why the hell would I wish to buy another phone and do this? Besides everyone who calls with VOIP I can tell because the connections are horrific.
Anyway, I called them and asked them for help. They called this morning at 8 am to tell me everything looks fine. I told them I have a post it over it but I can still see it blinking. Help me before I am in a padded room. He laughed and said they would try something else. Gee, in my mind you would do that until it is fixed. But hey, that's me. I have reprogramed my phone, unplugged it for 3 minutes and done all these crazy things they have asked me to do. Nothing has worked.So now they say they will run this up the support ladder and someone should get back to me by 11 am. Hopefully, this will be fixed because honestly, a blinking light drives me bat shit crazy.
I have rediscovered the TV show MASH. They are rerunning this on a few channels now. I am sick of the news and stupid things our president does or doesn't do so I have taken to having MASH on instead of the news. I must say that show does not lose it's appeal over time. I forgot how good it was.
Because I have a lot of things to do I'm being lazy with some Memes.
Talk with you all tomorrow.
Did I post this one before? I apologize if I did.
This one made me laugh because not only did it happen it made me livid with Rick when I woke up. When I told him this dream, he told me to go back to sleep and he would apologize. So he defused my anger by making me laugh.
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Home
I hope you are all high and dry right now.
The images on television are just heart breaking.
Those who read from Texas I pray that you and your loved ones are all okay and have what you need.
We arrived home Saturday around dinner time.
It was wonderful to be home.
I think we brought the cooler rainy weather from up north back with us.
There was no vacation.
There was no sitting on the beach and soaking up the sun.
There was no relaxing.
This was a visit, not to be confused with a vacation.
I was seriously stupid to think otherwise as my husband has pointed out to me.
There was nothing done that I was hoping to do or all the people to see.
People disappointed me big time and there was a boat load of guilt thrown at me.
I tried to deflect but.....it didn't always work.
I did get to see my parents, a couple of friends and my sister Jen and nieces and nephew. But overall I wouldn't do it again.
I don't imagine I will go up there again until my father passes. But I do feel bad for my mom. She is a care giver and it looks like it has taken its toll on her.
For her, I would go back to help her. She doesn't get a lot of help with my father.
Everyone has their own busy lives and my mom takes care of him and no one takes care of her. She continues to work and I am thankful she is 14 years younger and can care for him. He is not well and I hope he doesn't have to live long like this because it is so sad to witness. He deserves better. Doesn't everyone when that ill?
I came home to hook up my camera to my PC to download the photos and somewhere along the line I lost my cable. They were always in my camera case so I can't fathom what may have happened to them. I may have to purchase another to see all my photos.
It stormed most days there. The beach outside of the house was washed away after our 2nd day there. The waves were too much for Izzy. She was thrown around and came out of the water with her bumper and ran up the stairs back to the house. Those stairs that the woman said were 30 steps to the water were actually 49. This was after a storm and you can see the beach is gone and all the debris all around. My nieces are those tiny figures trying to get sunset shots. You can see the rain drops on the deck in the forefront.
I forgot after not living there for over 24 yrs that the sun never really is out there.
I mean, a full sun and no clouds. Sun and clear blue skies. We had clouds every day. Sun would peak out and people would say, It is sunny, what are you guys talking about? We laughed. It reminded us of Seattle. It was exactly like a summer in Seattle only Seattle doesn't have storms and lightening etc. It just is soft rain. That is glorious if you don't wish for a beach vacation.
We stayed in a little village that has every spare space filled with grape arbors. I think that is pretty in its own way. This town is the home of Welch's.
So there are Concord grape vines everywhere. Izzy would walk by in the morning on our walk and sniff them every day. She would put her head in the air and just sniff. I think she liked the smell of the grapes. Because of this, there are a few wineries around. And you'll be surprised to learn that I did not go to a single one. Not a fan of the concord grape or its wines so no big deal to me.
(I don't even like grape jelly)
I grew up with that wine and tried those wineries and just didn't care for it so that saved us so time and money right?
The house was nice enough but the view was great.
The house was clean and that to me is all that really mattered.
Very clean.
First time I have ever rented a home this clean and I loved it. Rick and I both felt like it was well maintained. Sitting in the living room was a wall of glass and it was awesome to sit and look at. To see the rain coming from Canada or the lights over a city in Canada and just hearing the water hit the shore. That was wonderful to sleep to.
For 6 months everyone was made aware of the party for family and friends.
At the 2 month point, I reminded everyone
At the 2 week point, I reminded everyone. All rsvp coming except 2.
Cornhole, food, booze, overlooking the water kind of fun.
Only a few came. (10) To say Rick and I wereupset pissed is an understatement. Then all those that didn't show up kept after us asking when we were getting together. More guilt heaped on. The purpose of the party was to see everyone at one time so I didn't have to be given this guilt if Rick and I may have wanted to spend some quality time together or to be with my parents. We got one evening together alone and it was only for a couple of hours.
We spent a small fortune on food and booze for this event. Those that came we had a great time I think. All laughed like crazy, ate and drank a bunch. The corn hole was up but everyone was just mingling and laughing and telling stories and having a nice time. The last person left at just past 11 pm. We watched the sunset that night and here is a shot of it from my phone camera.
The sunniest day of our week was the day of the eclipse and it was overcast/partly sunny. The eclipse was nothing there because we were too far north. But that didn't stop people from trying. It was funny to watch the people more than anything. The cereal boxes instead of glasses. Remember those from grade school. I sure forgot until I saw people with them.
Colanders. Yes, we saw a woman with a colander on her head at the beach. I didn't want to take her picture without asking. I didn't want to ask.
Rick said she was asking for a photo op she was wearing a friggin' colander on her head. Yea, it was pretty damn funny.
The images on television are just heart breaking.
Those who read from Texas I pray that you and your loved ones are all okay and have what you need.
We arrived home Saturday around dinner time.
It was wonderful to be home.
I think we brought the cooler rainy weather from up north back with us.
There was no vacation.
There was no sitting on the beach and soaking up the sun.
There was no relaxing.
This was a visit, not to be confused with a vacation.
I was seriously stupid to think otherwise as my husband has pointed out to me.
There was nothing done that I was hoping to do or all the people to see.
People disappointed me big time and there was a boat load of guilt thrown at me.
I tried to deflect but.....it didn't always work.
I did get to see my parents, a couple of friends and my sister Jen and nieces and nephew. But overall I wouldn't do it again.
I don't imagine I will go up there again until my father passes. But I do feel bad for my mom. She is a care giver and it looks like it has taken its toll on her.
For her, I would go back to help her. She doesn't get a lot of help with my father.
Everyone has their own busy lives and my mom takes care of him and no one takes care of her. She continues to work and I am thankful she is 14 years younger and can care for him. He is not well and I hope he doesn't have to live long like this because it is so sad to witness. He deserves better. Doesn't everyone when that ill?
I came home to hook up my camera to my PC to download the photos and somewhere along the line I lost my cable. They were always in my camera case so I can't fathom what may have happened to them. I may have to purchase another to see all my photos.
It stormed most days there. The beach outside of the house was washed away after our 2nd day there. The waves were too much for Izzy. She was thrown around and came out of the water with her bumper and ran up the stairs back to the house. Those stairs that the woman said were 30 steps to the water were actually 49. This was after a storm and you can see the beach is gone and all the debris all around. My nieces are those tiny figures trying to get sunset shots. You can see the rain drops on the deck in the forefront.
I forgot after not living there for over 24 yrs that the sun never really is out there.
I mean, a full sun and no clouds. Sun and clear blue skies. We had clouds every day. Sun would peak out and people would say, It is sunny, what are you guys talking about? We laughed. It reminded us of Seattle. It was exactly like a summer in Seattle only Seattle doesn't have storms and lightening etc. It just is soft rain. That is glorious if you don't wish for a beach vacation.
We stayed in a little village that has every spare space filled with grape arbors. I think that is pretty in its own way. This town is the home of Welch's.
So there are Concord grape vines everywhere. Izzy would walk by in the morning on our walk and sniff them every day. She would put her head in the air and just sniff. I think she liked the smell of the grapes. Because of this, there are a few wineries around. And you'll be surprised to learn that I did not go to a single one. Not a fan of the concord grape or its wines so no big deal to me.
(I don't even like grape jelly)
I grew up with that wine and tried those wineries and just didn't care for it so that saved us so time and money right?
The house was clean and that to me is all that really mattered.
Very clean.
First time I have ever rented a home this clean and I loved it. Rick and I both felt like it was well maintained. Sitting in the living room was a wall of glass and it was awesome to sit and look at. To see the rain coming from Canada or the lights over a city in Canada and just hearing the water hit the shore. That was wonderful to sleep to.
For 6 months everyone was made aware of the party for family and friends.
At the 2 month point, I reminded everyone
At the 2 week point, I reminded everyone. All rsvp coming except 2.
Cornhole, food, booze, overlooking the water kind of fun.
Only a few came. (10) To say Rick and I were
We spent a small fortune on food and booze for this event. Those that came we had a great time I think. All laughed like crazy, ate and drank a bunch. The corn hole was up but everyone was just mingling and laughing and telling stories and having a nice time. The last person left at just past 11 pm. We watched the sunset that night and here is a shot of it from my phone camera.
This one below was after a storm one evening. See the sun peeking through?
That was what my family calls sunny.
This was after the same storm. I loved the sky and the water here. It felt like fall and it was very pretty to watch the sky change. We were glad we brought cool weather clothes! The water sounds all week were the best!!
Seeing the rain coming from Canada across the lake was a cool thing to watch.
We watched this until we got wet. See the sunny day? 😎
Another sunny afternoon off the deck below.
This is one of the sunnier days at the beach. See the pattern here? Izzy loved it here.
Colanders. Yes, we saw a woman with a colander on her head at the beach. I didn't want to take her picture without asking. I didn't want to ask.
Rick said she was asking for a photo op she was wearing a friggin' colander on her head. Yea, it was pretty damn funny.
This below is a sound bar that was underneath the TV. One rainy evening we actually got a couple of hours alone. We attempted to watch the television.
Boy, it ended up being an hour of laughter. There was no sound coming from this sound bar.
They had a tablet that you may see to the left of the sound bar in this photo.
This was pages of instructions on how to use the TV. We followed it and we finally got it turned on. Then we couldn't change the channel or raise or lower the volume without standing up and putting the remote over top of the sound bar so the TV could accept what we wanted. You can imagine how fun that was. But you couldn't be a couch potato since you had to get up any time you wanted to view the guide, raise the volume or change the channel. We had some laughs about this. Rick would ask, "Don't you want to change the channel, Margaret?"
I knew that meant he did not wish to get off his arse in the corner of the comfy sofa.
After an hour of playing around with this thing, I thought Rick was going to throw it in the lake. But since he had a few drinks he too was laughing. Oh, my goodness, a sound bar with no sound. When a friend stopped by who we knew would know how to use this stupid TV we asked him for help. He did everything we did. Mr. I.T. who has a sound bar said that the sound bar wasn't working. DUH. We knew that but it had to be turned on for the TV to work at all. We looked at connections and finally just gave up. We went outside and sat in the drizzle and just laughed at the whole horrible week.
One evening while I was with my parents my husband went to the local casino.
He likes to play Texas Hold "em. When I picked him up he said it was an odd vibe there. He said most at the table didn't know how to play and everyone was a senior in the whole joint. I said, "You do know you're a senior right?"
He laughed and said, "Oh yeah," Rick thinks he is 35 years old.
So here we are with the weather we had up north. It's cool, it's rainy but it's all good. We are not flooding, we have power and we are thankful for all of it.
I hope all of you, your pets and your loved ones are high and dry.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
On The Road Again.
We are heading out of dodge in a few days. Until then busy as all get out.
I am dreading the drive up north with a dog in the back seat but other than that I am looking forward to not being at this damn desk.
The drive is 6 hours without a dog. But having to stop for her will add on time.
She is okay until the 4 hr mark. When we used to drive our lake house every weekend she began to get restless just as we were arriving. (just under 4 hrs) Because of this, we know what this trip is going to be like. I suggested we give her one of those pain medication pills that she took right after her surgery the first 2 weeks because they knocked her out and she would snore for hours.
Rick poo-pooed that idea of drugging our dog for my convenience.
Bad Margaret.
The vet suggested Benadryl which we gave her once when she was younger for the 1st drive to the lake. It made her hyper and bouncing all over the back seat so we won't do that again. I imagine all of this adding an hour to our journey at the least. If only we could entertain her like a kid in the back with a video.
My Izzy girl had her 8-week vet visit (at 7 weeks) yesterday to take new Xrays to see how she is doing with her repaired ACL. We arrived yesterday afternoon at the hospital and Izzy began to have a full body shaking episode and refused to get out of the car. It makes me feel so bad that I am putting her through this.
A car pulled in as I was trying to coax and pull her out of the back seat. This big German Shepherd got out and came to the opened door and stuck her snout in at Izzy. That made Izzy get up and wag her tail and go to the open door to see this friendly dog. I thanked the owner and explained what was going. The dogs were all friendly and sniffing and Izzy forgot where she was going. It worked perfectly. I asked the dog owner if she could come to all our visits. She laughed.
Once inside they did the same thing in the waiting room so she was unaware of where she was for the most part.
The good news - she is 3 lbs from her fighting weight.
Miss Izzy is ready for that bikini at a whopping 78lbs. 75 has always been the goal from all of her vets. Almost there. Her highest was 89.8, so really 90. We had her at 85 before the surgery. Her diet is as hard on me as my own diet.
This dog will awake from a coma if she hears the rustling of any type of bag, baggie, deli bag or just plain smells food. It's crazy. Crazier still is my husband who gives this stuff to her. I have to monitor him as well.
The doctor/surgeon who operated on Izzy comes in with her Xrays to show us some things. It was so impressive to see them side by side.
The Xray that was done right after the surgery, then the one done when we arrived yesterday. Everything is healing perfectly. All inflammation was gone, bone healing well as is the muscle around the new rod in her leg. Dr. Morris wanted her to walk so he could watch her. But Izzy is in the corner against the wall shaking and does not want to come out.
Dr Morris opens the cupboard and pulls out a treat. I say, "Hey you told us no more treats and you are giving her a treat?" He laughs and says, "Oh they're small" Of course being the typical Labrador she gets right up for food and walks over to him. He gave her a couple of little pieces of something and then she had a new friend. She laid down next to his chair. It was funny to see.
If a burglar broke into our home she would bark and he'd give her food and she would have a new friend. She is not a watch dog. Most times she wouldn't even bark.
We went over the fact that she still has a bit of a hitch in her giddy-up at times or when walking fast. Dr. Blue Eyes, I mean Morris, said that was normal. He believes in 3 more weeks she should be fine. We also expressed concern for her issue with steps. Apparently, that too is normal at this stage. She can do steps but not as before and she doesn't enjoy them.
So everything is normal and she is released for vacation and fun in the water. He praised us for getting her swimming every day for PT. We explained we don't have a choice. She lives for Rick coming home and taking her swimming.
As soon as he walks in the house from the back door, she grabs her bumper and runs to the front door waiting for Rick to take her. If he isn't quick, she will make noise as if to say, "c'mon old man, move it we have a pond to get to"
After all of that we are now officially ready to head north soon.
I can't wait.
Next post from the great white north....the weather folks are saying rain and clouds most of the time I'm there. Yipee. I hope "they" are wrong. I know it will be cool so I don't imagine swimming will happen for me. I need a lake like bath water and the air temp above 80. I doubt it's in the 80's up there.
See ya'll soon.
I am dreading the drive up north with a dog in the back seat but other than that I am looking forward to not being at this damn desk.
The drive is 6 hours without a dog. But having to stop for her will add on time.
She is okay until the 4 hr mark. When we used to drive our lake house every weekend she began to get restless just as we were arriving. (just under 4 hrs) Because of this, we know what this trip is going to be like. I suggested we give her one of those pain medication pills that she took right after her surgery the first 2 weeks because they knocked her out and she would snore for hours.
Rick poo-pooed that idea of drugging our dog for my convenience.
Bad Margaret.
The vet suggested Benadryl which we gave her once when she was younger for the 1st drive to the lake. It made her hyper and bouncing all over the back seat so we won't do that again. I imagine all of this adding an hour to our journey at the least. If only we could entertain her like a kid in the back with a video.
My Izzy girl had her 8-week vet visit (at 7 weeks) yesterday to take new Xrays to see how she is doing with her repaired ACL. We arrived yesterday afternoon at the hospital and Izzy began to have a full body shaking episode and refused to get out of the car. It makes me feel so bad that I am putting her through this.
A car pulled in as I was trying to coax and pull her out of the back seat. This big German Shepherd got out and came to the opened door and stuck her snout in at Izzy. That made Izzy get up and wag her tail and go to the open door to see this friendly dog. I thanked the owner and explained what was going. The dogs were all friendly and sniffing and Izzy forgot where she was going. It worked perfectly. I asked the dog owner if she could come to all our visits. She laughed.
Once inside they did the same thing in the waiting room so she was unaware of where she was for the most part.
The good news - she is 3 lbs from her fighting weight.
Miss Izzy is ready for that bikini at a whopping 78lbs. 75 has always been the goal from all of her vets. Almost there. Her highest was 89.8, so really 90. We had her at 85 before the surgery. Her diet is as hard on me as my own diet.
This dog will awake from a coma if she hears the rustling of any type of bag, baggie, deli bag or just plain smells food. It's crazy. Crazier still is my husband who gives this stuff to her. I have to monitor him as well.
The doctor/surgeon who operated on Izzy comes in with her Xrays to show us some things. It was so impressive to see them side by side.
The Xray that was done right after the surgery, then the one done when we arrived yesterday. Everything is healing perfectly. All inflammation was gone, bone healing well as is the muscle around the new rod in her leg. Dr. Morris wanted her to walk so he could watch her. But Izzy is in the corner against the wall shaking and does not want to come out.
Dr Morris opens the cupboard and pulls out a treat. I say, "Hey you told us no more treats and you are giving her a treat?" He laughs and says, "Oh they're small" Of course being the typical Labrador she gets right up for food and walks over to him. He gave her a couple of little pieces of something and then she had a new friend. She laid down next to his chair. It was funny to see.
If a burglar broke into our home she would bark and he'd give her food and she would have a new friend. She is not a watch dog. Most times she wouldn't even bark.
We went over the fact that she still has a bit of a hitch in her giddy-up at times or when walking fast. Dr. Blue Eyes, I mean Morris, said that was normal. He believes in 3 more weeks she should be fine. We also expressed concern for her issue with steps. Apparently, that too is normal at this stage. She can do steps but not as before and she doesn't enjoy them.
So everything is normal and she is released for vacation and fun in the water. He praised us for getting her swimming every day for PT. We explained we don't have a choice. She lives for Rick coming home and taking her swimming.
As soon as he walks in the house from the back door, she grabs her bumper and runs to the front door waiting for Rick to take her. If he isn't quick, she will make noise as if to say, "c'mon old man, move it we have a pond to get to"
After all of that we are now officially ready to head north soon.
I can't wait.
Next post from the great white north....the weather folks are saying rain and clouds most of the time I'm there. Yipee. I hope "they" are wrong. I know it will be cool so I don't imagine swimming will happen for me. I need a lake like bath water and the air temp above 80. I doubt it's in the 80's up there.
See ya'll soon.
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