Thursday, June 25, 2015

Why Not?

Cat begging for belly rub.

Have any of you watched Hard Core Pawn, which is shot in Detroit? They have a billboard at their location that you can see from 8 Mile. It is a picture of the sister and a claim that if you can make her quit you get a discount.

Someone painted a mustache on her. Way up in the air. Hilarious. Will let you know how long that stays up. One day, and it was fixed.

Sammy Dog is trying to take over Zoey's stool at the window overlooking the front porch. Yesterday somehow they both were up there at the same time. This lasted a few minutes and they turned and looked at each other and, I swear, they said WTF. Hissing and barking and they both jumped down and ran away.

Found this recipe on the Internet for dessert. If you have a food processor. 2 ripe bananas sliced and frozen. Put them in the machine and process until they are smooth and creamy. Takes a minute or so and constant scraping down the sides. Then add 1 tablespoon peanut butter and nuts, chocolate chips, chocolate powder or whatever strikes your fancy. Might have to try this one.

10 days to Curly.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Oh My God

This years photo of the European tri-color beech tree. I need a guy to come and assess the limbs for trimming.

Well, my dermatologist changed professions and I was forced back to the crazy guy. He came in with his arm all wrapped up and a semi cast thing and I asked, "what happened". Bad move. His response started with a chain saw and when I waved him off ended with a 30 foot ladder. I knew this appointment would be bad.

He said:

There was nothing really wrong with my nose and gave me 3 shots into the red areas of the right nostril. I cannot describe the pain of the last shot. Prescription for 2 items and enough samples until next year on the topical.

He does not think I had shingles, just some weird Herpes thing on my arm and shingles vaccines are a luxury and I am not old enough. And there is a better one coming out in the next 5 years.

You need to assess your life after mistakes and get rid of the risks. He is selling his 30 foot ladder. And his motorcycle.

Then I found these great clothes in the New York Times, went to their web site and got really excited until I found out they only make small sizes. Really? Only small people need nice, washable, reasonable prices on clothes? WTF.

Then Sammy Dog went off the charts and peed, yes peed on Zoey Cat's paper bag. What an asshat. When the cat gets that much joy from a paper bag, she slept in it for gosh sakes, you pee on it. Sammy Dog is in the literal dog house and Zoey has a new paper bag which we now put up during the day.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Sometimes I am amazed the vehicle is driven off the line

This is all new plants, I pulled up the "penis plants" as they were no longer amusing.

This is how the assembly line works. We ship in parts, they are put on the line, operators put them on the vehicle and when everyone is done---they start up the vehicle and drive it to the test area. Every vehicle is tested and checked and then there is a special audit to make sure everything is fine.

If there is a problem with the special audit vehicle that is a horrible thing and special measures are taken because all this is done with percentages. This is the meeting that people are know to vomit before they go in.

So today my highly paid customer engineer in charge of special shit sent out an email to everyone asking what part numbers are right hand and what part numbers are left hand. This is written in stone and never changes, odds are one side and evens the other side. Boom, you are done. How sad is this?

Then my own company that is shipping more shit than is possible told me they cannot change the cert mark to a new mark because it would confuse their operators? How am I supposed to tell the customer we can't certify good parts because our people are too confused?

Best of all, there was an accident at a plant and people were badly hurt. This happens at least once a year and it is horrible. When this happens there is a big push on safety and everyone gets re-trained and it is pounded in how important safety is. The union has resumed their daily walk to make sure safety is a priority. So I am standing in the safe area and waiting for my parts. I was there 45 minutes and 6 union reps asked if I was the supervisor. Don't look like one, act like one, resemble one, don't have a radio, so nope not me. I guess the union people don't get out much.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Old Glory

Flag day,it has been insane ever since.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Just Stuff

We had a house full of Peonies for awhile.

I had the week from hell. I don't mean to speak ill of the Mexicans but they can be the stupidest asshats of all time. What part of if you piss off the customer bad enough they will bury ass is hard to understand. When the say put jets in the air, they are pissed.

Then they pretty much told me they were going to shut down 2 assembly plants and when I asked them if they told corporate, they dissed me. I am sorry shutting down a couple of assembly plants usually involves some really ugly meetings. Veins pop out and eyeballs bulge and voices get hoarse from the screaming. I really hate those meetings. Not the Mexicans, because they never have to come. They are too far away for the initial nuclear responses.

Big Daddy has been a good boy so I have been trying to make him happy. I got my ass out of bed on a Saturday to go to Eastern Market at the crack of dawn. I went to breakfast on a Saturday at the crack of dawn. Today I took him to brunch at a newish spot in downtown Detroit, Seldon Standard. I had decaf coffee and biscuits and gravy. It was great. Big Daddy had a cappacino, some green tomato and tomatillo juice and a pork hash. He was in heaven. It was all good.

Punkin Head is in Vermont for his interview tomorrow. He sounds really tired, took the red eye last night.

I am grinding my teeth horribly and need to finally get a Water Pik, just trying to avoid admitting I am falling apart.

Favorite new show Frankie and Grace or Grace and Frankie, with Lily Tomlin and Jane Fonda. Hilarious.

22 days to Curly.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Phony surveillance

The skies are watching.

Over the weekend we had these planes buzzing our house. Big Daddy told me they are doing surveillance practices for ISIS.


These same damn planes practiced all last night. I woke up all night from the noise and then I had Sci-Fy dreams all night.

This shit has got to stop.

Tuesday, June 9, 2015

I just can't bear it, the idiots have arrived.

See it and weep.

The house across on the corner had the 3 most magnificent birch trees I have ever seen. And one was a paper white. Well, the new people who bought the fabulous birch trees hated them and thought they had a better idea for landscaping. A phony water pump. No it does not work. It just is.


It is a travesty.

Saturday, June 6, 2015

I should have taken pictures

Don't know what it is but Big Daddy loves it.

For some reason I have decided to change things up a bit. Last Saturday, which is also known as no makeup weekend, I went to breakfast with BD at 7:30 in the morning. It was a struggle as my IBS was threatening but we made it okay.

This morning I had a pedicure scheduled and then at a different salon a manicure, so we left the house at the crack of dawn to get to Eastern Market to shop for plants. We did save a bundle, I bought perennials of a decent size for 6 bucks each. We got a limelight hydrangea, Russian sage, foxglove, white daisies, dahlias and columbine. Oh yes, and fairy flowers. And a flat of Caladium for 25 dollars and 2 clematis and something called a bird of paradise. We could barely fit the radio flyer and the roller cart back in the car.

It was crowded by 8  that we had to leave. I also got Mt. Rainier cherries for 7 bucks for 2 pounds and blackberries for 1 buck a box.

Now we have to plant and mulch.

Oh and Punkin Head is wanted for an all expense paid interview for this new job. All is well.

Friday, June 5, 2015

A dog with a log and severe exhaustion

Sammy Dog the terror of the neighborhood.

I believe the exhaustion is from the Shingles. And the meds. It is all I can do to just get to work and back. Still need to call on getting the vaccine but the blisters are not all gone. Will call on Monday.

So back to Sammy, we took him for a walk last week and all was going well. There was another dog approaching us so we stepped off to let them by. Sammy Dog, out of the blue attacked this little poodle like he had real teeth and held the poodle-weight belt for the World Wide Dog Wrestling Association. We could barely pull them apart. This was ridiculous. When we broke up the sparring match Sammy Dog was actually smiling. Little shit. Then on the last leg toward home this big dog goes past carrying an actual tree limb in his mouth and Sammy Dog goes into the attack mode like he is ready to take on another round. I am so embarrassed.

We have been getting Sammy Dog these special cookies from the City Bark made of whitefish and sweet potato and he loves them. And they are quite expensive. But we only have one Sammy Dog, and as my dad used to say, Little dog only gets what you give him. Like that made sense. Anyway this City Bark is constantly out of these cookies and are not going to order for 2 weeks. So I got on the Internet and D.O.G., Daisy and Oscar's Gourmet Dog Bakery from Traverse City makes these cookies and without the markup and plus shipping we will be paying about the same over the top price to get these cookies next week on our porch. WTF. If you can't keep it in stock and you can't afford to order now, maybe you are in the wrong business.

And not to leave out Zoey cat. She is now quite comfortable as if she lived here forever. When I come home she is waiting at the door and rolls on her back for a belly rub. My routine is take off shoes, let Sammy Dog out, get the mail, bring in the boxes, let Sammy Dog in, put on mask and clean up the litter box (in the basement) and when I come up Zoey is laying at the top of the stairs on her back waiting for another belly rub. Then they all get water and cookies. I want that job.

This weekend Zoey needs her back nails trimmed. That should be fun.