More dog stuff.

This is also part of the dog set up.

The Westin is wonderful. The staff who brought the bed not so much. Upside down is sloppy.

And the bed, it was wonderful but too big for little Lily. She liked sleeping next to mom better.

I just cannot get back into the swing of things. Don't know what is the problem except the rain and gloom and since my return.

Dog Poop containers.

This is a little plastic dog bone full of dog poop baggies. It can be attached to your belt or whatever.

I kept it as I walk the dogs and my mother does not.

The Westin, Cleveland Ohio, downtown.

Ok, I found the pics I think. This is the view out of the hotel room in Cleveland. This is lake Erie from the Westin. This is just down the corner from where the Republican National Convention will be. I am thinking Trump will prolly have a better room, but surely some famous news person will have my room.

Just to give you an idea of the size, the big white thing on the floor is the Westin Heavenly Bed for dogs. And there was no pet fee. There will be more pics of this luscious bed.

Most of the hotels charged a pet fee, one charged 45 dollars a day, every day. What a rip off. Wish I had a picture of the dog, she was not worth the fee. But she is cute. Nine pounds of fun.

Yes, that is a wine chiller with a bottle of white wine in the cooler.

Home again, home again jiggety jig

I have no clue what this is a picture of, when it was taken, and why I thought it was a good idea.

I downloaded my pitiful photos from the trip to bring mom home, and they are not to be found. Big Daddy had my worked on while I was gone and now the pics are in hiding. Oh well, I will eventually find them.

I left to get my mom on Monday and I believe on Wednesday I told her we had to start taking photos. She wanted to take a selfie of us when we were sitting on opposite sides of a table at Cracker Barrel. Cracker Barrel became our go to eating spot.

Highlights of our journey:

I took a favorite handbag that I had not used in 10 years. Large and with a matte metallic finish, pewter, I thought it would be perfect. It started molting on the plane and by the end of the trip was a horrid mess.

I took my favorite brown leather loafers for driving. The first day I put them on the insides came apart and I could hardly get my foot out to peel this lining type shit off my feet. They went into the trash.

Day one I needed a cuticle trimmer, Salonpas pain patches and a new handbag. I never managed to get any of these items. Oh, and a pair of shoes since all the other footwear was sandals. My feet were cold in the tops of the Adirondacks.

A Lincoln MKC is not a vehicle with room for toting my mother's items and it needed to be filled up constantly as the range was only 350 miles per fill-up. Also bad road noise.

I do have to say I almost peed my pants laughing every day. We did have some fun. I will post the few and crappy photos soon. And yes there is one of Curly, if I can find it.

I did not see the Internet or read a paper and I barely heard the news. Heard the Prince died news and that was about it, too tired and too hard to figure out all the hotel TV and remotes.

Colder here today, more to follow as I vow to keep writing this time.

Thank God for Big Daddy

You will all be glad to know I will be taking new pics tomorrow. That is because I asked Big Daddy to confirm my seats on the flight to Florida. I thought I was boarding around ten in the morning, I am really boarding around 7 in the morning and not all that happy right now.

I am almost packed, still need to do shoes, the handbag and personal stuff. If I had known I would have done my hair before church, no I am doing it at 3 am. Tomorrow.

Some guy named Dave is picking me up tomorrow from Orlando airport and when I arrive at mom's we are going to lunch and the Walgreens. Whoa.

Saw Curly today on Skype, she takes after her Grandmama, determined and not happy when she does not get her way. Punkin Head says she learned the "trantrum". Should be fun.

IBS Gobsmacked and other crap

Crocus before the rabbits got dinner.

I had plans today and then IBS Billy Goats came and changed my day.

Zoey cat has been stalking the kitchen. We thought it was a game because she hunts all the time and we tore the kitchen apart looking for evidence of "rodents". No evidence and she was starting to slack. Then yesterday I heard the tinkle of flatware and dishes. I thought to myself, nah. Then I looked and the critters were with me. What to my wondering eye should "disappear" but a grey mouse and tail across my kitchen counter.

Well, we all know there is not enough Clorox Clean Up for that little snafu. And it seems there is a run on rodent trapping paraphernalia as Big Daddy had to fight for a spot at the Ace Hardware display. A huge bag of stuff and overnight we have captured one little mouse.

I gotta give Zoey her due, with no front claws it is prolly not easy to snag those little suckers.

I finished the OJ show on FX and must say it was great. I remember so much of it from the real time watching and this show just nailed it. And I really hope at some moment OJ did feel bad, or as bad as that asshole could feel,  and I feel bad for Bob Kardashian having to live with the truth.

I have the trip planned for mom and that was a pain in the ass. More on that later. Right now I am dreaming of vanilla muffins with Cacao nibs from Trader Joe's.

Pewabic Pottery and etc.

I spent Saturday standing in line in high winds and 30 degrees with snow on my person so I could get Christmas presents for my brood and support the Gleaners Food Bank. When I got into the car I could barely get my seat belt latched my fingers were so cold. This year they had the bowls outside, I am sure they were baking on better weather.

This bowl was supposed to go to my mother-in-law but Big Daddy wants to keep it. So okey dokey. You get your mom a gift.

I am starting to get a little PO'd about the election. I am left with a guy who is so oily he is sliding off edge, a guy who is all over the place, a guy who loves the thought of being back in the USSR and a woman who in 50 years has not been able to find a hairdo or a hairdresser. And don't give me any flak on the hairdresser, if you can't look presentable then you can't do shit. Angela Merkel, Margaret Thatcher and The Queen as seem to be able to look put together. I would not vote for a guy with a bad haircut in a shitty outfit either.

I need to get my act together on the mom trip, I leave in 2 weeks. Yikes.