Teeth cleaning during the Covid 19

Just a little Sancerre

So in 2012 I had a new furnace put in thinking that would be the end of my heating and cooling problems. Hah. The fan seems to be broken. And right now it won't cool and in a couple days I am gonna be bitching because it will be too cold. Oh fiddlesticks.

I am going to get my teeth cleaned on Monday. I think it is odd I have been told not to leave my house for quite some time and now I am getting my teeth cleaned. Hmmm. I have only made the one trip out since March 2 and I am not sure about all this. I am also getting a laser treatment for TMJ, we will see but I guarantee I have been grinding my ass off. I meant teeth. Grinding my teeth off.

My mom announced she is not coming back north. And she is getting new doctors. I wonder how long this will last and how fucked up this will get. Not gonna worry about it now. It is going into the rainy season down there.

Big Daddy is getting his teeth cleaned the following week and we know he needs some extra work due to the chemo, it was not kind to his teeth. Then he is supposed to go back to work but Gretchen keeps putting that off.

Oh, just in case you were wondering the last thing she said, on television, was that when her husband asked if being married to the Governor would get his boat on the water faster---he was joking.

An Immodium Story or diarrhea is no fun

Our Dinner At Antoines

There are lots of people with diarrhea. All of those people are pissed off at the makers of Imodium and the secondary sellers of said product. Why do you ask, well let me tell you. Those asshats packaged their tiny little ass pills in a sorry blister pack that no one can open. Don't believe me, google it. The stories will make you sob. People with shit running all over themselves and they cannot open the blister packs to save their ass. IF you get my drift.

OK, just back had to take a break. Yep, in the bathroom.

Big Daddy and I both live on Imodium. I have IBS and BD has a sliced and diced anus from cancer. I go between serious and not and BD is a regular user, at least every day. We know our Imodium. The first time BD brought home the blister pack I told him, dude that will never work in your lifetime. You cannot get that damn thing open ever, and especially in the stall at the Sky Club when you really need it. So when life proved me right we sat down and cut all those damn blisters open with scissors and BD swore to never buy them again.

And then this happened. There are only blister packs available in the stores. And on line. The only thing the clerk could figure is that the manufacturers figured out no one would buy that shit and now with all of us cut off at our knees and Gretchen keeping us locked up at home they are gonna get rid of those fucking blister packs. Yep, that is all that is available.

Those bastards.

So we got the scissors back out and cut up the blisters. Fie on you bastards.

And Gretchen said her husband was only joking when he asked if he got special privileges cos he was married to the jailer. Yea, right.

People need to lose weight and celebs could help dammit

Gross picture of freezing warts. I had these tiny warts, I did not know what they were, and they irritated me. I was always playing and scratching and just could not leave them alone. Finally I went to the dermatologist and she froze them. It hurt like the dickens for a long time. A long time. 

Well yesterday I went out for the first time since March 2. I drove Big Daddy to the eye surgeon to have his cataracts looked at. This was about a 30 minute drive with no traffic and we had the first appointment of the day. It was a beautiful day, 55 degrees and bright sunshine. Parking lot was wide open with only a few cars for staff here and there. I parked kinda back and in the middle so I could see the entry day but away from the few cars. No need to get too close to anyone. 

Now one of the things they are telling us is that we could use some sunshine. And some exercise. And stay the hell away from each other. 

So with my wide open view I watched everyone who came after me vie and struggle to get in the front row closest to the door. Parking was tight, so tight many had to try a few times to get into their tiny slot. As they shuffled in, and I am not kidding no one walked with purpose or ease-actually some of them seemed to be stiff and not used to walking-I noticed every one of them was overweight. The very thing that is the worst for Covid 19 survival. None of these people were obese, just too much fat.

I think the needed change is going to take more that just lip service. Everyone had on masks and gloves. But parking close is ingrained. Walking is not. Getting in quick, not enjoying the sunshine and pretty weather. Cramming into the first row instead of spreading out. Maybe the celebs should do some PSAs on this stuff. 

Although I must say as you had to go in, check in and go back out to your car to wait at least they had to walk the little short distance twice. And bang each others car doors twice. And we will talk about those nasty gloves next time. 

Cat Harnesses

New Orleans pics before Katrina. The last one is at Antoine's Restaurant.

Big Daddy is set to go back to work on June 1. We will see. 

We are having steak on the grill for dinner, I am hopeful I can eat. My reflux is getting really out of hand.

I need to get back to reading the highly sensitive books. I am no longer in contact with my mom, she really wants my brother and his family to be ---damn I don't know what she wants but she wants it to be them. We are only supposed to take care of her and keep our thoughts to ourselves. We voted out for now.

I have found a cat harness that I think may work. BD is in charge of checking this out and purchasing this. I will get back to you on this.

The Navajos versus the homeless during Covid-19

Still alive.

So I saw an article in the Washington Post about how horrible it is the way the Navajo tribe lives without proper water or sewage in this time of Covid-19.

The tribes of many nations have lived this way since the Trail of Tears. No one has really rallied to help people on the reservations. No one has helped when the Native American Tribes were pillaged by the gambling creepos and signed them into contract that gained no monies for the people who did not have a clue they were being screwed. And no one stepped up to help with any of the problems in the past.

So it seems we are still gonna let the homeless lay in the streets during Covid-19 but we are now gonna feel bad that the reservations still don't have decent places to wash their hands since 1832.

As if feeling bad is really going to help with either one of these problems. Seems that is all most Norte Americanos are good at, feeling bad about shit.

Where did we go so wrong?

Missing Sam Walton or his kids suck

My Granddaughter the artist

I remember when I discovered Walmart. It was down south, Mississippi I think and it had the most interesting stuff. And it was all made in the USA. It was the best store ever. And then his kids took over and it was worse than KMart, dirtier than KMart and the people were all nasty and filthy and scary.

WTF. It seemed to happen overnight. That is why KMart closed, all the people went to Walmart so they did not have to dress up. It is just nasty.

And Sam's Club, don't get me started, who the hell goes there? No, no, no. It makes me itchy just to think about that store. My sister-in-law the queen went there and I was just appalled that she brought that nasty shit in her house, you knew people were peeing on that stuff out back. And don't tell me that does not happen because I used to have to go review auto parts that people peed on and those fuckers actually kept the containers of pee for me to review. And you people wonder why I drink.

Anyhoo, the moral of this story is do all the people who buy from Walmart and Amazon, who get their shit from China, realize that they are the ones causing extreme climate change because China does not worry about that EPA garbage. People, all you did was transfer your responsibilities to people who do not have toilets and running water.

Yep in a bad mood today. 

Bless her heart

I make menus so we shop within reason. Big Daddy is known to go overboard so I try and help him, plus he gets tired of thinking up stuff to cook. So my new thing is to cook from a different cookbook each week. This is French week. Two different cookbooks but all Francais.

Last night was roast chicken. It was delish. You roast it with a piece or so of bread on the bottom of the pan and set the chicken on the bread. The bread itself comes out crispy and chicken flavored, just perfect. The cook gets this special tidbit.

Also lots of lentils, soups and salads. With slivered red onions. Delish.

I am also taking care of the old folks in Florida, my mom and her cohorts. Mostly I am trying to keep my mom away from them. She is in quarantine caused she did not follow the rules. One of her buds thought her air conditioner was making a strange noise at 2 AM and she could not get it to shut off. So she called 911. Bless her heart, they told her to pull the breakers.

Jolene, please come get this asshat

Lily dog is crying for her cookies.

Fed ex destroyed the box and sent it back to me. It was not that bad, they should have called and I would have sent it on. Now it is repacked and on its second journey to Florida. This is not the way it was shipped and I now have spent a fortune to send some dog cookies BFE, Florida.

Well the garbage people are not wearing masks, not staying 6 feet apart and are high-fiving each other. WTF is there to high five about garbage.

Big Daddy finally got some dirt. He is happy. He washed my front window, I am happy.

So Gretchen, the GOV has shut us down to the end of May and the legislature is gonna sue her. And all the farmer's markets are opening this month but I think it is illegal to shop at them. Gretch keeps saying she is saving lives but that was never the point, the point was not to overwhelm the hospitals. If I have to stay in the house until the virus is gone or there is a vaccine I could be here a damn long time.

And Dolly Parton is wrong, if BD doesn't quit trying to piss me off I am gonna pay Jolene to come get his ass.