Half Empty
"I would not say that the future is necessarily less predictable than the past. I think the past was not predictable when it started." - Donald Rumsfeld
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Disney World and Cats and Dogs
Einstein is ecstatic. Shiloh is his first true love. For the first time since Daisy died we are dealing with tangled chains, separate food, etc. And of course Einstein is always trying to "date" Shiloh. (I thought we got him fixed???)
Lisa's cats are sorting through several issues: diabetes, bladder infection, etc. They both got sick at once and Lisa is busy sorting through every cat issue known to man on Google. Turns out no food is safe and plants are an issue too. My Easter Lily is out on the deck all lonely. The one like I get every year, for 20 years. But Lisa was sure they were both in renal failure so the stuff they do have is sort of good. Maybe? As compared.
I don't know. Cats and dogs get old, the same as us and things wear out. If they would just die in their sleep! The only considerate thing Daisy ever did... yes, really, the only thing.
Because taking them to Do The Thing is just too hard. I've done it three times myself and every time I said I'm never getting another animal! Never! Well, I'm assertive, huh? Good thing I stuck to my guns or who knows. Heh. Well, it may be harder not to have animals. And I know I'm not done with The Trip To The Vet To Do The Thing. No, not at all.
But you gotta have a dog.
Cats just come.
People Are Nitwits
And I will always sign out the same way:
Dammit.
Sermon
I'm not buying it. Guess I'll go out fighting against it.
Not that there's anything wrong with me, beyond the usual nuttiness. Just saying. People that accept things all the time make me nervous.
I just hope I die in my sleep. This is what keeps me awake at night.
I have to clean my room.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Monday, April 23, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Stay Away!
Save yourselves.
Right now Lisa is the sickest, but Bob is still having side effects from 10 days ago in conjunction with side effects from medication, heart condition, etc. May have to take him to the hospital before this weekend is over. Of course, that's a fight.
I had it Wednesday night and Thursday; back to work Friday - the only way I could do it was knowing it was Friday.
Bob just saw the doctor yesterday (all day!) - doctors, grrrr. Ooops, sorry if you are one. But! It may be time to put on helmets, wade in, and clean house. He did pretty well the 3 months we didn't have insurance, when he saw NO doctors. As soon as he goes back - bam. Over medicated and over doctored, if you're asking me.
I just noticed that if you type the word "doctor" enough times it no longer makes any sense. Doctor, doctor, doctor. See? Maybe I'm still feverish.
In other news - I went outside today and fed the fish; and there they were - yup, all of them or as far as I could tell, since I don't know actually how many there are. But no floaters. I saw some I remembered. And the big monster orange fish is so big now he's a little scary. Several big green frogs - yay- perfect frogs, they look fake. I like frogs. But not in my house. (Little boys - hmmm). And speaking of that, there's a chance we will have even more little boys! Unless Julie has a girl. It doesn't matter, I'm just going to frog-proof the house, somehow. Kyle seemed to be ok with my anti-earthworm fetish but! Have to be careful and not let your guard down. Helmets. That's the ticket.
Speaking of Kyle - we were over there last week. He plays online games at noggin.com. He can manipulate a mouse better than Bob can, he opens the program himself, uses the scroll wheel - clicks on underlined links.... and does it for hours. Another year or two and he will be my new tech support, I think. (I guess it's in the genes?)
Tech support: I resolved my Adobe problems by restoring the puter to March 1. It worked. Now I can read irs.gov which I no longer need. I'm thinking about restoring to Jan. 1 and seeing if it resolves the usb ports issue, which I found a work around for, but still. But that may be a hardware issue.
This was the perfect weekend to have the First Cookout Of The Year. and we can't do it. Bah.
Oh, and all of our cars are breaking at once. But that's not news.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sorrow
Maybe it's time to take advantage of our constitutional right: to keep and bear arms. I am tired of shooters mowing down innocent civilians.
We have to stop relying on the police, etc. to take care of us, and start taking care of ourselves:
Call a cop, a fireman, and Domino's pizza and see who shows up first.
The List
One fairly new sponge mop: in the garbage you go. Along with your convoluted chart for replacing the sponge; thought up by your crafty inventors. Grrrrr.
One fairly new broom with plastic handle: you're outta here. Both pieces of you.
We will either have to live with dirty floors or find something that works. To that end, we went shopping yesterday and bought a new one of each. I haven't done anything with either of them yet, except eye them suspiciously. So there they are in my kitchen, still plastic wrapped and leaning nonchalantly together in a corner. I really should separate them before they start conspiring against me.
The good news is that I have the can opener-toaster situation under control; but it took me YEARS and 6 or 7 of each tossed out. Bob would usually go salvage them after I threw them in the dumpster and so we had toasters-can openers EVERYWHERE for awhile. I'm glad that's over. Whew.
I hope he doesn't rescue that mop today while my back is turned....
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Friday, April 13, 2007
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Pond Fish
Life's a bitch.
Oh, No!
My brother is moving to Florida; he's had enough. Well.
What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.
But I fear it may yet kill me.
Monday, April 09, 2007
A DAY IN THE LIFE
We were housebound this weekend; literally. The snow was too high to open the door, until we shoveled. Saturday, and again Sunday.
Meanwhile, the Shredder got a few new tricks up his paws: he actually opened the cupboard door in the bathroom, got out the spare wrapped roll of tp that was in there, unwrapped it and shredded it. He didn’t touch the one on the roller this time, guess he just likes new rolls. Bob wonders why he hasn’t touched the Kleenex boxes yet; he does all the other kinds of paper available.
And, now, instead of leaping into the glass of the aquarium, he jumps on TOP of the tank, and walks around, eyeing the fish. There are actually a few holes up there where he can go fishing. Or he’ll maybe just open the lid and use a rod and reel – I expect anything from him at this point.
And I woke up Sunday morning with a big scratch right down the middle of my nose, after falling asleep with the bedroom door open. Hmmmm.
This morning For The Very First Time – a box of Kleenex had been knocked off the table and some tissues pulled out, and shredded. I could swear he heard what Bob was saying, and thought he’d go for it.
In other news:
On Sunday, I thought I would do our income taxes, online, with turbo tax.
1. Heh.
2. Automic updates from two separate programs were installing themselves and slowing down everything, when I went to the upstairs computer. So I waited until they were done, and restarted the whole computer (30 minutes). In the meantime, I read over the tax information that I had in hand – and suddenly went into a panic, thinking that Bob’s Social Security benefits were taxable, after all. As soon as I could, I got on the IRS.gov site to read about it.
3. Irs.gov forms can only be read with Adobe Reader. Which my computer thought it no longer had. So I downloaded Adobe Reader 8 from the link at the IRS site.
4. It won’t install, because it has to remove the previous program first, which it cannot find. Ok, now I am totally off track from what I started out trying to do. (Taxes). Now I am in the Adobe support forums, etc. Two hours have gone by.
5. So I run downstairs and use the laptop. It can read pdf files very nicely, after waiting 10 mins for the load, but it has no printer connection. I read the IRS site, and am sure that we are in the soup.
6. I finally decided to run turbo tax from the laptop, even though it was slower. We came out ok, as far as taxes go; seems we have no income.
Well, that’s a comfort. But now I cannot print our tax form – so I saved it to the
laptop and then emailed it to myself – printed it at work today – and I had an
epiphany! of doing a whole system restore on the up computer for the Adobe
problem. From a month ago. Or a format even!
7. There is no seven.
8. Why is everything so hard?????
P.S. You cannot imagine how much trouble I had with the numbering in here. Or maybe you can.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Breathe
Thank you in advance.
Sunday, April 01, 2007
April Fool! April Fool!
We had Kyle & Ryan yesterday; it was a hoot. Kyle helped Poppa out in the yard most of the afternoon; Bob was cutting dead grasses down and Kyle would put them in the wheelbarrow (this word is too long; he just calls it a 'wheel'). But then Bob wheeled the pile over to the weeds and dumped it! Kyle says, "Oh, no!" and goes running, thinking this was an accident. Because he spent so much time loading the 'wheel' doncha know. And now Poppa has spilled it. We need to explain what we're doing in more detail.
He picked some of our flowers that he later used in some kind of scientific experiment involving water.
Then he discovered earthworms and brought one in the house to show Grandma,
Who.Freaked.Out. The next fifteen minutes he kept shaking his head, saying, "Grandma not like worms. No." Later he came and told me, "Kyle not like worms either" or something similar to that. This is a good thing. But he still had to go check them out every 15 minutes or so.
Well, he's a BOY! Snakes and snails and puppydog tails (let's hope not, on the tails.). I'm going to end up with all these small boys bringing me frogs and whatnots, thinking they're doing me something nice. I will have to get my act together. Oh, God, snakes....
I'm pushing the flowers.