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.
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Wednesday, May 27, 2020
Tuesday, May 26, 2020
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.
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Sunday, May 3, 2020
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.
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Monday, March 23, 2020
Michigan on Lockdown
Ah yes, the making of the horseradish.
Well good ole Gretch, the gov, shut the state down today. Because people are not taking this seriously. She knows this because she saw pics of kids on beaches in Florida. No wait, it gets better. And these kids that don't take this seriously are getting sick more here--maybe Michigan maybe not she wasn't clear--because of the vaping. Yep, vaping and beaches is why Michigan needs to go on lockdown. I think it really may be because she really wants to be Joe's running mate.
We are gonna try a Walgreens order for mom but I have little hope there. I tried yesterday for a few things and they are just not available. No such stuff in the stores. Does not matter what Gretch, Trump and everybody says it is just not available.
Mom says to tell Gretch they did shut the beaches and the kids won't go home. That is a tough one. Have the National Guard haul them out, not a good look on the TV.
It snowed today, just enough to call it snow. Then back up to 57 on Wednesday.
At 5:30 Trump will be on TV with his report and everyone will be watching Dr. Fauci for his reactions. He is the big news, him and his reactions. Great TV.
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Tuesday, March 17, 2020
It is all about Big Daddy's knee
One thing Curly and I agree on is sparkly shoes, she loves them and I buy them.
The end of February Big Daddy got his right knee replaced.
A couple years ago he had the left one replaced and that was the worst one. It was terrible, the recovery was long and painful and nothing about it was pleasant. It was a real horror story. He was back to work in about 2 weeks and he should have stayed home longer.
He had the last surgery on a Thursday and was home Friday late afternoon. Not by choice but it worked out okay. He was planning to spend an extra day and his doctor wanted him gone. BD thinks it is his reputation, I burn em and turn em in 24 hours. I think it is because the hospital has gone downhill with the new owners and it is a cost save. The doctor and I almost had words and I think everyone in the joint knew we were not happy so they got us out of there fast. Which is what I wanted and my major complaint. When they were good the discharge was a hot mess. This one was unbelievable.
This hospital used to be the best and the downhill slide is hard to see. The volunteer in the surgery waiting room is having some sort of flirty relationship with a doctor, in the hall, away from her station and just waves people in--Go on in I will catch you later. Yea right. When they brought BD back to his room I was reading and he wanted his glasses and the TV. No TV thing. So about 20 minutes or so later a nurse comes in and starts loudly demanding to know how long BD had been there. She was furious, she is supposed to be contacted to sign off on the transfer. She was writing everyone up and one hot badass woman. Problem was I was her whipping boy and I don't work there. Then things went downhill.
So God was with us and I got him in the house without his falling on his ass. Our house is not user friendly for people with a walker and it was the coldest day of the year after a snow storm. This was Friday night. He cooked dinner. Monday he went to the eye doctor and picked up his glasses and went to the market. Friday he went to the doctor, took me to lunch and was back to work on Monday. This was a piece of cake.
Then Gov Gretchen Whitmer, not my favorite person, closed his Psychical Therapy Place Which is at his Doctors Office and ONLY used by his doctor's patients. This place is not Planet Fitness or Gold's Gym, (which she also closed) it is a damn place for surgery patients to rehab so the damn surgery does not fail. What is wrong with this asshat.
This is also the woman that wanted to add a 45 cent a gallon gas task to fix the damn roads. We already have the highest gas in the nation and she wants more and trust me the money for the roads never goes to the roads. Been there done that.
Oh and everyone in town is talking shit about the hospital.
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