Sunday, July 31, 2016
Big Daddy is once again back in China, at a new to him hotel and holy shit, there is a bible in the room. Quite unusual, and it is not a Gideon.
I have to call the heating and cooling people tomorrow as I am no longer cooling. Kinda sucks.
The "Wellness" appointments are just strange. The physical therapy seems to be working, I am feeling better. The call from the allergist telling me I am not allergic to fish according to my bloodwork just upsets me. Not that I want to be allergic to anything, but I am not happy about random excessive swelling of my face to the point I cannot breathe through my nose. I think that sucks. And now I have to go into her office and eat the salmon, that I provide, and it is a 2 hour appointment. And I cannot do that until Big Daddy comes home in case I die or whatever.
I am also now in therapy so I can bitch and moan to someone about all this bullshit. I told her about my heart episodes and she gave me some hope that maybe it is panic attacks and not heart attacks.
My mom and I just had a heart to heart about her preference of staying at low budget motels where you enter from the parking lot and pray you do not get shot by the riff raff that seems to prefer these establishments. I really do not like these type of lodgings. She has always had a weakness for the worst in life. I don't know why but I know we cannot travel anymore with this obstacle between us. This is gonna put a kabosh on the Noah's Ark experience.
Zoey cat is happy as I am feeding her. And giving her cookies.
My sweetest angel of the world, Curly, is walking. And I am predicting that she will make her parents more crazy than even I can imagine. And I say, you go girl.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Things my mother taught me: You buy the cheapest, ugliest, and tackiest plastic flowers from K Mart to put on graves so asshats will not steal them. It is the thought that counts. I can attest to the fact the flowers met all the above criteria.
I got a cold sore. I find this disturbing. It hurt like hell, at first I thought it was a paper cut, but why the hell would I have a paper cut in the corner of my mouth? I am wondering if this is all about that Shingles shit. And the expensive stuff, Abreva, works like a charm. Mine was caught early and quit hurting in one day and was gone on the third day.
I took my mom to Podunk and we stayed in a crappy hotel. It is called the Carlton in Adrian and it was not great. The advertised Adrian Bar and Grill was laughable. I could not find the bartender and when I went to the front desk they pointed to the bench out front where the bartender was taking a smoke break. My white wine in the plastic stemmed wine glass did not make me feel better.
Oh, and we went to dinner with relatives. At 4:30 to beat the rush. In a Coney Island attached to the gas station. Yep.
Xfinity is telling me they have a new way to watch , the thing is . . . there is nothing to watch.
Big Daddy finally found a fly swatter. They came in a three pack. So 2 friends are up for dibs on a swatter.
Next week I am finally getting to all my doctor type appointments. My eyes are Monday, I have 3 physical therapy sessions, on allergist appointment and a regular appointment with the Internist where I get to tell him about this new weird heart beat thing. It is a busy week and I did want to go and see the 4 Freshmen at the Dirty Dog Cafe. We will have to see how that works out.
Well Monday we get to start the Republican Convention and I do not care what you all say, this is gonna be fun. And Hillary will be as much fun in Philly. I just hope everyone keeps their sense of humor and fairness and remembers, we are all the same -----so be nice.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
The Chinese have this figured out.
All we did this weekend was eat. Lots and lots of food and drink. Now we are on the bread and water to try to lose some of this flab.
Punkin Head got the house so they are preparing to sign a lot of papers and move into their first home.
Mom and the Lily dog seem happy here, must be all the food.
Tuesday, June 28, 2016
So I get the mail and find I have a post card telling me DTE, the energy folks here in town, are going to shut off my gas because some asshat has not been able to get inside and check out the hardware. Ok, I don't work so I know this dirt bag has not tried real hard but I will call and set this up. Uhuh.
You get a recording and have to leave a message. After numerous calls I did get put on hold but then cut off.
I decided to call DTE as, adding insult to injury. 3 of my fellow Pointers are also ging to get cut off because I got their post cards. Yep, I got 4 because I have to worst Postal employee in town on my route. You can just tell by the way she parks in front of every house instead of walking the route. Our old guy Oscar was fabulous.
So I will be spending the next week on the phone calling these idjits because DTE told me this work is all out sourced to this URG company, both the phone calling and looking at the equipment. So I figure the phone calls are going to India and the looking will be done by some convict picked up at the shelter. All they gotta do is make sure you have a meter and shit to steal while they are in your house.
I did get my hair done yesterday, new color and cut. I hope this works well, the other was not working. It is not shorter just cut to have more movement. Hairdresser just returned from school in Toronto full of new ideas.
Trying to get the house ready for mom and Lily the dog to visit this weekend.
Sunday, June 19, 2016
This is not bad for a photo.
Big Daddy is home and he is so happy. I was not crazy the Internet was fucked up. The cat was happy to see him and all is well. He made cheeseburgers and that is first red meat we have had in a week.
My little sweetie is on the verge of walking and talking but she is still slobbering like a bowery wino. Not a good thing. Punkin Head says this can go on til she is 3. Yucko.
I am not happy about the "not available" options to go see her. There seems to be no hotels with availability in the summer. None. That seems to me to be just a bit silly. Even up north here, which is the cat's ass there are rooms at some point. Hmm.
The kids bought a house so we will see how this all goes.
Thursday, June 16, 2016
Zoey is still jumping up on the cabinets as she figured out how to get down. In a kind of clumsy fashion. This is where I wonder is having no claws my hurt her cat abilities. Not sure although I am sure it does not help with the mousing. But we don't have any more mice at the moment.
Big Daddy still does not have his bag and he only has one more day in China. He got the top dog executive assistant from China to give it a go as he knew she was fluent and owed him. We will see.
Could not take mom out today as the IBS is not giving me a break. I don't know if the expensive probiotics recommended by the doctor don't work or take longer to work. Whatever.
I am rather disturbed by the pictures of the "lagoon" where the little boy was snatched by the gator. I have been to Disney World and the Grand Floridian is the expensive hotel. And those beaches look to me like an attractive nuisance. When I saw the pictures of the area I almost fell off my chair. I mean really they are a lure to spend time in the sand by the water. Not a good thing. I wonder just how Disney is gonna fix this.
My son is all Disney is great but I remember the recent H1B fiasco, the monorails going out of control and killing an employee, and rumblings that things are not perfect in the Magic Kingdom. But this little boy dying, this one is way too ugly to sweep under the Magic Carpet.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Well I am talking on the phone to my mom and I hear all this ruckus. Turning around I find Miss Zoey kitty cat on top of the cabinets over the wet bar and she cannot get down. WTF. My question is how the hell did she get up there. And did she learn her lesson. I was in a panic and thought of calling the fire department to get her down and then I remembered the chair. So I pulled over the chair and climbed up on it Chinese style and managed to nab her. And I do not think she was appropriately grateful.
Big Daddy still does not have his bag but his comrade has his, albeit after a bit of a brouhaha. The front desk brought Mr. T's bag to BD's room and BD told them to take it to room 1234, for Mr. T. So they sent it back to Hong Kong Airport. This was from mainline China, no easy feat. Mr. T's bag was rescued and united with Tom right before they were closed off in the airplane to sit and wait 2 hours for ATC. That means the military has shut down the airspace and shut up. You know this is happening when they shut the aircraft door and bring out the food carts. And everyone gets boxes of rolls and pickle relish. Good to know things are same over there.
Mr. T, being the trainee has offered to share his clothes with BD and has fresh unopened packs of underwear from Costco. BD is in heaven.