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This morning I woke up to pounding on the roof. The rain was coming down hard. Lucy ran into the bedroom and woke me up. She hates the rain. She believes every time it rains there is thunder. She hates thunderstorms. 

Anywho, she jumped up onto the bed and huddled down close to my lower back and proceeded to shake. I was lying on my side and the vibration against my lower back pain felt so good that I didn't want it to stop. But being a doggy mom compelled me to grab her and comfort her. She finally stopped vibrating and fell asleep. It's now 11:30 in the morning and it's still overcast and dark. The rain stopped I'm sitting on the sofa with the lumbar heating pad and a mug of warm tea. Such a splendid day. September is now the wettest month this year for us. It's usually the dryest. I wonder what October will bring us. 

Thursday

Yesterday a cool front came through and the temperature fell last night into the 60's. It's turned out to be a beautiful morning with overcast skies and a bit of a cool breeze. I couldn't help myself but stayed outside this morning playing with the puppies. They enjoyed the cool weather too. I reluctantly came inside when I realized I had to do laundry and clean house. It just seems like a true cool autumn day in a dream but this won't last forever. The coolness will change back to hot and humid very soon. It never lasts. We will have to wait until the middle of November for the cool days to stay for a while until late spring. 

I really wanted to watch the Dr. Ford/Kavanaugh hearing today but I missed most of it this morning. I'm waiting for them to continue after the lunch break. Sen. Grassley is bent on getting Kavanaugh through this and that is a shame. Even if this happened during the time Kavanaugh was in high school it matters because this is his character that is being questioned. The FBI should have investigated this and the other two female victims.  

Yesterday, David did spoil me on my birthday as he does most days. He set up a $50 Amazon gift card because he knows I like to buy books and art supplies. That was unexpected because he usually sends me plants from a florist. I was very surprised by the gift card. I bought some new watercolor paper and paints because mine are almost all gone. I also bought a cookbook that I wanted for a long time. I still have about $22 left on the card so I'll leave it and wait for a price drop on something else I want. Also, we went out for dinner to Saltgrass. That place is my favorite steak place even though I don't eat steak that much. It was a wonderful day all in all.

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It's Tuesday

I'm depressed and dreading my impending birthday in about 25 hours. I'll be 64 fucking years old. I'm OLD! I feel like I'm 16 inside, kid at heart and all. I dread getting old with all the wrinkles, aches, pains, forgetfulness, and whatever else comes with it. Sometimes I wish we could pick an age and stay that age inside and out for the rest of our lives but then, if you think about it, we would miss out on important lifes lessons. *Sigh*

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Lucy

Lucy wrapped in my blanket this morning.
Snug as a bug.

Last night we had a vibrating bed. There was a thunderstorm somewhere west of us but Lucy was having nothing to do with it. She came crashing into the bedroom sometime around 10:30. Yes, she popped the door open somehow and came running up into bed with us crying that there was a dragon trying to get her. Poor little thing was shaking so bad. I put her under my top blanket, yes I sleep with a blanket, and then I went to investigate the house to see if Spunky was okay. Since he can't hear or see, he was sleeping just fine. I went back to the bedroom, closed the door and got back into bed. Lucy, in the meantime, had woken up David. Just lovely. He finally got back to sleep as I was trying to comfort a shaking little dog. I decided to get up and spend the rest of the storm in the living room, Lucy in tow. Sometime around midnight, the storm moved on and it was time to get her back into the TV room where she belonged. Lucy went but not for long. She popped the bedroom door and came barging into the bedroom again. I got up, closed the door and threw her my blanket and got my other one from the closet. She snuggled next to me and we fell asleep. 

Thursday

As my bother would say, "it be dark outside and shit." Yeah, we have rain again. A 60% chance as it slides up from the coast. It's raining right now. We already set a record for the most rain for September. We usually don't get rain until November Or December. It will be raining every day until either next Wednesday or Thursday say the weather people. I don't care if I'm hurting it's great to have this rain any day in the fall. 

Speaking of fall. The first day of fall is this Saturday. I'll be decorating the house that day, Goddess willing and my back don't kill me. David is going to haul the decorations out for me on Friday. I'll have to revamp the front door wreath. It's pretty tired looking, I'm sure. I found a small place here in town that sells year-round decorations for all the different seasons. It's a bit pricey but it's worth it because the quality is really above par.

Lucy is still sleeping on my bed. As you can see from the picture above that I took a few minutes ago, she likes to sleep on her back. Yes, she sleeps with her eyes half open sometimes. It's freaking weird but hey, she's my kid in a furry onesie. Anywho, she barged into the bedroom bright and early around 4a.m., banging the door open and jumping on my sleeping ass. David came into the room laughing. She fell asleep and didn't want to wake up when I finally wanted to get up. She is happily dreaming of chasing squirrels and cats right now. She will bound out of bed when lunchtime comes around or David will go in there and roust her out. Yeah, I know. She has such a hard life.

Wet Cat Wednesday

Tacky Tuesday

Last night I actually slept for the first time in three nights being up. I found something that killed my cough for eight hours and I fell asleep and didn't cough except when I got up. David was happy I was getting some sleep and he made sure not to make any noise this morning. I think I finally woke up around 10:45 this morning. It's now almost 11:20 and I haven't a thing to do this morning except blog and read. But I think I'll take the puppies for a walk around the block. We haven't had that luxury for a week because of the rain.

There was one thing I noticed about being up all night with my cold. I had more fucking energy than I knew what to do with. I remember the last time I was like this was when I was working at the lab during night shift. I always had a lot of energy at night. More than on the weekends during the day. So it was refreshing to be able to get so much shit done instead of sleeping. I conquered so many things I wanted to get done while I was hurt that I now have nothing except normal housework to do for the rest of the year. That really sucks.

Seagate 2 terabyte Backup / Amazon.com

David is getting me a 2 terabyte backup for my laptop for my birthday next week. I told him I wanted that because I had just too many things on my computer that I didn't want to lose. So yeah, I chose that. What can a girl do? I hate flower bouquets because I don't think flowers should be used for such things. They are much too pretty to kill and I'm no longer eating sugar so chocolate is out of the question. I didn't want to go out for dinner so I chose something small and actually, the thing looks almost like an iPhone cut in half. So, David ordered me one from my Amazon wishlists. He also got a good gander at the lists before he left my account. So I changed my account password because the man is crazy and will buy shit I don't want him to buy. I don't know how to explain it better except that he loves to buy me shit when I don't want him too. He loves lavishing me with stuff he thinks I will love and I end up taking the things back and putting the money back into our joint account. I know he loves me and I love him too but DAYUM!! Stop spending money dude.

I'm Half Dead . . .

Or is that half alive? I think it's pretty much death warmed over. This past week on into the weekend has been a rubber bitch. Yeah, it keeps coming back and hitting me in the ass. The cold David gave to me has my bronchial tubes rattling like a diamondbacks ass end. I sware I'm going to kill him. He did this to me! I'll give it 2 more days and then I'm going to have to see my doctor about this and I know he's gonna put me on a steroid pac or antibiotics. I would rather have the first.

Anywho, I've been staying up late at night trying to fight this shit with anything I have in my arsenal for battling the common cold with a cough. I have DayQuil, NightQuil, you-name-it-Quil and cough drops all it does is make me sleep but it doesn't help my cough. I sleep during the day while David at work or whatever. Because I'm awake all night, I have a shit load of stuff to do. I quietly clean house, do laundry and then there is the internet.

I don't want to wake David up at night because he has to work and I don't? So, I search around the internet for fun and fascinating shit to do. Saturday night I planned my spring and summer gardens for next year. The night before last I binge watched three movies on my Amazon Prime account. I watched The Phantom Thread which was very good. The Shape of Water which was even better and an old movie I dearly love called Second Hand Lions. All three were excellent choices to keep me up and I highly recommend you see them if you can.

Last night I was sitting with my earphones on so I don't wake David up with the music and I was watching a Youtube video concert of Dua Lipa. Let me tell you, if you want the full effect of a concert you have to transfer the video from Youtube to your flat screen TV via Bluetooth and turn off the lights and don't forget the headphones. 

         

Now, some of y'all are probably wondering what the fuck is a Dua Lipa (Doo-ah Lee-pah). She's been around for years on the European scene singing and modeling. Her music style is Techno-pop which is a little bit of everything. She was born in England and she has one awesome voice. This is the full song Blow Your Mind (Mwah) song from the Revlon commercial featuring her modeling friends and of course Dua Lipa. 

Enjoy!

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BOOYAH !!

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It's - I feel Like Shit Thursday

Hey Y'all, a post-op notice. I went to see my orthopedic surgeon on Tuesday morning. Dr. D checked my knee by trying to manipulate to bend wrong. My knee was perfect. It refused to move any way he tried to move it to the sides or hyperextend it, my knee wouldn't bend. He said it looks good on the x-rays and it feels perfectly stable. He also said I don't have to wear the brace anymore. I did tell him that after the 5 weeks since my surgery I'm still having pain. He said it should hurt for a few more weeks. I will go back in 5 more weeks and then 1-year post-op and then no more unless my klutzy ass slips and falls again. I also went to see my family physician in the afternoon that same day and found out my blood work was perfect and I lost 26 lbs. It's actually 25 lbs because I was wearing my heavy-as-fuck running shoes which I can't run in anymore because of my knees. Anywho, my doctor was so happy that cutting out sugar is working for me. My A1c is down to 5.6 and hasn't moved up even though I eat out once in a while with David. Also, my lipid panel was perfect. I'm so happy. But one thing I have to keep working on this to keep it perfect and normal. So no overindulging. Once in a while eating out is fine.

If I were to go by my real name then my stripper name is Bunny Jugs.
Yeah. That's about right.

Since this past Monday when I said David got sick with a cold, you guessed it, I caught his fucking cold. Now he's upset with himself for not being more careful and covering up with his coughing or sneezing. So, yeah, it's a full-blown mother of a cold for me. I'm fighting it the best way I know how and that's with vitamin C, echinacea tea, and Jewish penicillin - otherwise known as homemade chicken soup. I made a huge batch of chicken soup when David got sick and I still have containers in serving sizes of it in the freezer. It seems to be working because my cold is moving faster than it usually takes. What I mean is, my cold usually takes three to four days as opposed to one day to move from a head cold to a chest cold. When to finally moves to my chest I have to worry that it doesn't turn into bronchitis. So right now it's been a chest cold for me now for 2 days and it's not as bad. I guess it's because of all the stuff I'm taking and doing in order to fight this cold. 

Anywho, I'm trying to think of a way to kill David and hide the body efficiently with a limited number of supplies on hand. 

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Tacky Tuesday

If all y'all saw my post yesterday on farts then you will understand when I say this is David and me in bed at night. I'm the cat still awake. Just to give y'all a heads up yes I would love to smack him upside the head a few time but I don't. I don't know why.

Monday

I had to go get the x-ray of my right knee this morning. Of all days for it to rain it has to do it today when I have to walk almost a quarter mile from my car to get into the hospital. First world problems, right? I shouldn't complain but now I'm hurting and I just want to go curl up with the puppies in bed and read. I might just do that later.

David is sick. The poor man has a bad cold and I have to stay away from him so I'm sleeping in the living room with Lucy. I have a problem with colds turning into bronchitis. So I have to avoid him and I feel bad. The thing is that when he gets sick he never lets it get him down. He fights it. He's at work infecting other office workers around him. It should be fun watching how many co-workers fall prey to this. I made him chicken soup to help him fight it. As with all colds, three is the rule. Three days coming, three days with it, and three days going. It started on Sunday morning so it should be gone so his cold should be gone by next Monday. I hope.

Friday was our sixteenth wedding anniversary.  I really didn't feel like going out so we didn't celebrate. I found a funny video to make him laugh. I'm posting it tomorrow. I told him it was us at night where I'm not sleeping and he's farting in his sleep. The cat hitting the dog that farted is what I would love to do to him sometimes because his farts are rather ripe. We sometimes have heated discussions about my farts as opposed to his and I just say I shoot out tiny puffs of glitter that sounds like unicorn laughter and smells like rainbows. He just walks away shaking his head because he can't fight like I do.