It’s been so busy around here that SOME employees are dog tired at the end of the day.
If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch — and out of the workplace.
It’s been so busy around here that SOME employees are dog tired at the end of the day.
If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch — and out of the workplace.
There are not enough hours in the day — especially when life happens on top of work.
My Momma (pesky non-neighbor #1) has had a rough few weeks with back issues. After seeing my favorite OrthoIndy doctor, she’s MUCH better but Carl (pesky non-neighbor #2) is now taking his turn with back issues. Since backs are only bad in Crothersville, I’ve driven there more times in the past two weeks than I had in the 9 months since I sold my house located just down the road from them.
I’d do just about anything for those pesky non-neighbors, as evidenced by the fact that I hit Wal-mart TWICE upon their request. I’d rather take a stick in the eye than walk through those doors, but I took one (no, TWO) for the team.
Dharma’s expression in the following photo is exactly the same as mine when a Wal-mart trip is inevitable.
It’s been so very hot in Indiana the past few days — compounded by the humidity — it’s downright too miserable to do much outside in the afternoons.
Even with a fan in the “three season room” (which is only comfortable for two seasons out of the year), it was still ridiculously warm. Add a dog blanket — as evidenced by the security camera in the photo below — and it’s a miracle I didn’t stroke out.
Back in the olden days (heh), we didn’t resume from summer break until after Labor Day. It’s doubtful that had much to do with no A/C in the building, but even 10-12 years ago I can remember many pukers because of the heat in that yellow tin can that transported them to and from school. I’m assuming some buses have air… but would imagine some still do not.
Many surrounding schools have already started and Colette begins 2nd grade on Thursday. I asked her if she was excited. She said she was, but she was dreading her Dad singing to her to get up every morning. 🙂
For the record, no one ever sang to me on any given school morning.
There are so many house projects going on around here… for example — a new well (that also requires a plumber), painting, new furnace and A/C unit, etc. AND, there are so many work projects going on around here at the same time because the boss/brother leaves tomorrow for a few weeks in Australia only to return to even more confirmed dates. All this leaves little personal time.
It also leaves me going to bed MUCH too late and requires I’m up to start all over again with around 4 hours sleep. Of course, that means I take a nap after I get my belly full after dinner, and then I’m not sleepy at bed time. It’s a cycle that makes me a slacker. I’m guessing you have a similar story and are saying, “Welcome to my world.“
I’ve not been walking every day or doing any exercise other than climbing up and down a ladder holding a paintbrush. I’ve simply GOT to change this.
But not just for me — there’s another slacker around here…
I need to get motivated to move forward to the next big 80’s house project — I have to paint a few more rooms. School starts in about 2 weeks around here and I’ve not plowed half-way through spring cleaning. Still, here I sit drinking a cup of coffee and debating what I want to do today.
Rather than pick up a paint brush, I spent $50 bucks on scent plug refills from Yankee Candle online and pulled out a photo from yesterday’s storms to share here.
There was hail and wicked clouds — but this scared girl’s gorgeous face could be captured without going outside. Again, there’s that motivation issue again.
There are 3 things I’ve done in the past to get motivated:
I saw a quote today that I want to share — not that there’s anyone I want to change at this stage of life, but I’ve sure tried changing others in the past:
Consider how hard it is to change yourself and you’ll understand what little chance you have in trying to change others.”
Too bad I didn’t read this a few decades ago, but knowing me… I wouldn’t have believed it anyway. I’m one of those people that prefer visual, hands on learning — and that includes life lessons too. Obviously.
Dharma doesn’t care about changing anything or anyone. She’s thrilled when it’s Barkbox day and she thinks life is perfect so long as she has a soft place to dream and lots of love. Too bad we can’t all be more like Dharma.
No one told Dharma that the more you lie in the sun the darker you get.
It’s smokin’ hot around here and temps are to creep up to almost 100 by Sunday. I love summer — but I’d love it more if there was a pool in the backyard. Since it’s impossible to put an in-ground pool here, I’m wondering about an above-ground one. Would the neighbors around here picket out front and rally to run me out? Complain to the City Council?
We girls need some summer recreation stuff going on around here!
Gracie (the blonde bombshell rescued about 10 years ago) is terrified of storms — thunder and any loud noise totally freaks her out. You’d never know it’s not even the 4th yet with all the loud noises coming from just down the hall. Today is the final ‘install flooring’ day… the last day a noisy compressor will be kicking on and off… the last day of pounding and nail gun sounds. Gracie seeks comfort and security from one much braver.
I’m ready for this project to be complete although the guys from Coomler’s Floor Coverings have been great. I can’t wait to get everything put back together in the finished rooms so I can tear up another one, but this is the last of the flooring for now. Everything else will be easy peasy and won’t require Dharma to double as an emotional support animal.
Recommendation: The Coolaroo elevated/cooling pet bed is amazing and comes in 3 sizes.
Plato said: “The beginning is the most important part of the work.“
Thing is… I have so many things on my ‘to do’ list that I don’t know where to begin. I should mow because rain is in the forecast for the next several days. I need to trim the hedges in the backyard. I have paint for the living room. Gracie stinks and needs a bath. My list goes on and on and I simply don’t know where to start.
My biggest problem is I’m not great on extended projects and there are things you can’t complete in a day. There’s no way I can trim and paint a ceiling and 4 walls in one day — not to mention the carpet needs to be cleaned, windows washed and new curtains hung.
I figure the most important part of my work is coffee — because that’s how everything starts, Plato!
I’m thinking Dharma has the right idea since it’s my day off. Why not just relax in the sunshine, squint from its brightness, and forget everything else?
PS. Happy heavenly birthday to my Dad. June 9, 1929 — August 1, 2004
Having worked in a bank, I’m extra sensitive about my credit report so I was more than upset when a collection appeared there. For a mere $67 balance — after having been a customer for decades — Charter Communications felt they were left hanging for an unpaid bill. Upon selling the house in the Ville, I cancelled all utilities and paid the final bills with exact shut-off dates so I knew with 100% certainty this blemish on my credit report was in error.
I answered the phone a few days after finding the collection item to the voice of an old friend telling me my name was in the paper. “In the paper?” I asked. She explained there was a listing for Indiana Unclaimed monies and I was on the list. She sent me to the website, gave me the numbers listed in the newspaper and voila! There was indeed a refund for me! You’ve probably already guessed who it was from… Charter Communications.
What you wouldn’t guess is that they owe me $151.31. After having cable service for all those years, they couldn’t just send me a check for what I overpaid — AND they place me for collection of $67 — money they already had?
It gets even worse though… I called them AGAIN and they show the $67 outstanding balance; they show the refund of the equipment fee; but there’s no record of the $151.31. And better yet, they don’t plan to do one thing about removing the collection amount from my credit report, but asked that I simply pay the bill again and go through the process to collect the money from the Indiana Attorney General (meaning it would show as a ‘paid collection’ and remain on my report).
They don’t offer services at my new location… I can’t be a customer anymore. So why make it right?
BECAUSE WHEN YOU MAKE AN ERROR — YOU OWN YOUR MISTAKE AND FIX IT (or make it right). Policy barriers and dealing with employees with poor work ethics and no authority to right wrongs is tiring.
And finally… today I’m remembering those who died in active military service for my freedoms.
There are a ton of people downsizing their lives and tiny houses are popping up everywhere — many measure only 300 square feet or less. I agree that simple isn’t a bad thing… and I’ve even threatened to move in a blue house trailer so far in the wilderness it would take hip waders to get to me — but 300 square feet is about the size of my bed.
I also can’t imagine purchasing a shipping container home on Amazon for $36k (plus $4k shipping) — or an upgraded tiny home that’s about $70k (including shipping) that’s a mere 399 square feet. At $175 bucks a square foot, I don’t get it when the national average is $125, AND you have to climb a ladder to lay your head down at night.
Heck, I’ve often wondered if I could move back to the house I lived in for years just because I now NEED lots of cabinet space.
I’ll admit, I have one room here that is only used when the dogs take a shortcut to beat me to the back door. I could give that up no problem, but all four bedrooms and three baths are used consistently. Sure, I could move to a home with a couple bedrooms and a bath and 1/2 and I’d be just fine — and I may do just that some day — but I’m pretty sure I’m too old to join the tiny house fad.
For example… a motorhome is great; a fifth wheel camper is nice; and a pop-up trailer would do in a pinch. A tiny home to me would be like sleeping in a tent — no, LIVING in a tent with climate control. I simply can’t fathom it.
Besides, I’d have to downsize dogs too — and just the mention of a tiny house and Dharma’s giving me the cold shoulder.
Yesterday, I called a business and was on hold for more than ONE HOUR before hearing the voice of a live human. As I’m listening to the same music loop over and over, I’m thinking that we immediately answer every call we can — and if that isn’t possible, our clients receive a call-back before an hour has expired. I simply can’t imagine treating any customer/client with such disregard when they are basically paying my salary.
Sure, they are a monopoly — but that shouldn’t matter. Duke Energy answers my calls and I can’t tell them I’m going to get my electric somewhere else. Many of our corporate clients have a monopoly in their slice of the world, yet they spend thousands upon thousands of dollars to train their employees on how to better serve.
But this business — the IRS — is about as responsive as a slug. I’m pretty sure they employ 10 people to assist 150 million individual taxpayers and 11 million business entities in complying with their tax obligations. Why? It’s said they don’t have the budget.
In closing my call with the IRS, I was told I could expect the money they owe me (not paid because of their error) in 8-12 weeks. Yes, I must wait up to THREE FULL MONTHS for a refund. If I’m 3 months late in a payment to the IRS, I’m charged the federal short–term interest rate plus 3% with interest is compounded daily (today, that’s 1.75% plus 3%). I wonder if the IRS will include that $350 (or more) they would’ve charged me in the amount they refund.
All is not lost — we made good use of that one-hour and 15 minute call helping the IRS fix their accounting issue.
Weekend plans thwarted a trip to Vegas and then… those plans dissolved. Guess I should’ve just gotten on that plane on Friday. I decided not to go to Vegas primarily because I have puppies that I didn’t want to board for a week in a strange place. Gracie is too old and would no doubt have a nervous breakdown — and Dharma’s never been in a kennel, much less spent a week in one. Two walks a day are promised, but that simply isn’t enough to make it a viable option in my book.
That’s my life ON the leash — my flip flops are liars. Both of them.
Bigger cities have puppy spas but there’s nothing like that around here that I know of. You know… where animals are not simply kenneled but have play time with puppy cams where you can check in on your pet at any time. While I have the entrepreneurial spirit, that’s not a business I could open. I am too soft and love animals too deeply. (Yes, I sob over every clip of dogs welcoming home their soldiers, and can not stand to watch one single ESPCA commercial.) Still, I wonder if that would go over in my small city. On the other hand, when kenneling is $23 a night per dog, I have to wonder what it would cost to send Gracie and Dharma to “camp” so I might have more of a LIFE OFF THE LEASH.
And that’s why I’m considering a backyard improvement… one that would provide hours of entertainment to my granddaughter, and extra work for everyone else. 🙂
I’ve moaned and complained about the delay of spring and couldn’t wait for it to warm up. Now that it has — over 80 degrees F — my A/C unit waited till it’s smokin’ hot outside to let me know it prefers winter.
The furnace and A/C units were installed when this house was built. I knew it was only a matter of time before I had to replace the whole shebang, but I had high hopes it would be in another year or 10. While it might be possible to limp through a little longer, that isn’t likely. I can almost see dollar bills flying out the open window.
Even though the sun is so bright it hurts Dharma’s eyes, she’ll take it because the temp is about the same outside as it is inside, and at least there’s a breeze out there.
I have just one memory of pre-A/C days… sleeping on the floor at Nanny and Pap-pa’s on a pallet in front of the door (opened) with an attic fan pulling a breeze across my brother and me. No attic fan here but it’s not a mid-summer kind of hot and I’ll survive.
So will Dharma and Gracie — although they are both panting like crazy.
And now that my school mate and Heating & Air dude extraordinaire has let me know he’ll be here shortly, all is right in the world. Yay!
I do not like the Apple Watch. Thanks so much to my favorite brother for recommending it. 🙂
I understand that the Apple Watch is more about “overall health and well-being,” while the Fitbit is more for exercise. But here’s my primary issue:
“To determine exercise, your Apple Watch looks at your heart rate and movement data. That means that things you do on a regular basis probably won’t raise your heart rate enough for the Apple Watch to deem it as exercise.”
So if I want the Apple Watch to record my 30 minutes on the treadmill, I have to manually start an activity. I’m doing 3.3 mph going nowhere for 30 minutes twice per day — with an overall total of about 5 miles per day — and that is exercise in my book. If I kick up the speed to up my heart rate, I’ll be jogging and that is not happening. Period. If I don’t start my walk as an “exercise,” I get alerts that my resting heart rate (close to 100 while walking) is too high — when it’s not my flipping resting heart rate. ARG!
I want a new Fitbit but now I’ve invested in this Apple Watch.
While my Apple Watch is scoffing at my exercise, my Fitbit tells me my cardio fitness is excellent for women my age. The readings I’m getting from the Apple Watch makes me wonder if I’m gonna die. For example, Apple Watch notified me via an alert that I had a heart rate spike of 135 bpm while resting. Fitbit recorded my heart rate at that time at 70 bpm. Which one is accurate? I have no clue.
What this means is I’ll keep wearing both watches looking like a goof of some sort until I either get better used to the Apple Watch or break down and buy a new Fitbit.
In the meantime, this 101 pound diva lost 5 pounds in 2 weeks as per the doctor’s orders and her summer body will be ready by the time it warms up here.
No McDonalds cheeseburgers or KFC popcorn chicken until 5 more pounds disappear from this voluptuous canine.
According to recent surveys, 1 of every 3 people of all ages across the globe track their wellness with wearables. (China pads this number and is by far in the lead for monitoring.) Accenture’s data that shows 20% of all Americans under the age of 65 track their health and fitness with some type of monitoring wearable, and a whopping 17% of Americans over the age of 65 do the same.
Only guessing, but I figure those over 65 were provided a fitness tracker by a loving child. (Hello? Pesky non-neighbors? How many steps today?)
I started with a series of UP bands (hard to sync and easy to break), progressed to the Fitbit HR2 (hijacked by my son), and then upgraded to the Blaze (Fitbit’s most advanced option when I purchased it), and recently added the Apple Watch 3 to my collection upon my favorite brother’s recommendation.
Trying to decide between Fitbit’s newest creation, Ionic, and Apple’s Series 3, he suggested that the Apple Watch offered better heart health options. I took his advice… but right now I look like some crazy person because I’m wearing my slowly dying Fitbit Blaze on one arm and an Apple Watch on the other. That’s in addition to talking into my arm like a Dick Tracy wanna-be… playing with the ability to make/accept calls from my wrist.
If you’re thinking about buying a fitness tracker, hold off for a week or so until my next review. By then, I’ll have more experience with the Apple Watch and its health app options. Dharma will keep an eye on your fitness progress until then…
I rarely answer calls from local numbers anymore. Business calls for me are not coming from Seymour. The only calls that come from local numbers not in my contact list are either from Rebecca who wants to give me a free trip, or Michelle who is with the IRS giving me one last chance to pay what I owe with Applebees gift cards.
Perry called and said he would call right back… and Katie had just sent me a text message. Directly afterward, my mobile rang and I answered thinking it might be Perry using his work line or Katie using someone else’s phone. It wasn’t either of them.
Me: Hello, this is Shelley.
Me: Who is this?
Her: mumble mumble
Me: I’m sorry?
Her: You called me, BITCH!
There was no reason whatsoever for her to be rude. I couldn’t leave it alone so I sent a text that said, “It’s called spoofing. I didn’t call you. Google it.” Five minutes or so later (I assume she was Googling), she replied with, “oh i’m sorry.“
Was she sorry for being rude and calling me a bitch — or was she sorry she isn’t up-to-date with the world enough to know what call spoofing is? Either way, it’s sad because she had ZERO reason to be mean.
I figure if Dharma and Gracie can be nice to one another even on Barkbox day, everyone can roll down the hate a notch and be just a little kinder.
Dogs + Coffee = Joy
Few things bring as much happiness to our life, right? (With the exception of beautiful and smart granddaughters, of course. 😉) So raise a cup of coffee to your tail-wagging, love-you-no-matter-what, four-legged family members!
She’s just a labrador labradoing what a labradog labradoes — but she thinks she’s a princess, and I believe it too!
Yesterday was National Sibling Day. Today is National Pet Day. What does it say about me that I post a puppy photo today, and posted nothing about my favorite brother yesterday? Ooops!
Happy National Pet Day to Dharma and Gracie! But only Dharma got to celebrate… with a trip to the vet. This girl weighed in today at 101 pounds!
5 to 20 percent of all spayed dogs have estrogen related issues, and good ole’ Dharma the Diva is in that percentile. Not so bad — other than the additional expense — as she’s really easy to take to the vet and is pretty good once inside. (Back in the day, taking Libby was horrific — she wanted to eat everyone and everything. They always had a room ready for her, and quickly shuffled her behind closed doors because she ‘scared the other patients.’)
Having pets may not be for you, but mine add so much value to my life. Sure it’s work, but the rewards are worth every second.
My tulips are in full bloom this morning and it’s 35 degrees F. Those lil’ fellers are tough. And brave.
I know the upcoming photo is awful, but it still makes me smile…
I walked outside to take a photo of the sky (it was about to rain) — but Dharma, with her head resting on the window seat looking at me through the glass, was too cute to resist. Miss Personality, with those dreamy eyes, thought she could con me into taking her for a walk.
Yes. It worked.
It’s a lazy Sunday… barely 32 degrees F outside. While sunny, it’s simply too cold to go for a walk or do anything other than stay inside. We’re all resting up and preparing for the upcoming week… planning to apply (personally and professionally) the Ralph Waldo Emerson quote:
The sower may mistake and sow his peas crookedly; the peas make no mistake, but come up and show his line.
Every choice made (or not made) — every action taken (or not taken) — results in a consequence. There are times we all trudge forward without thinking… really thinking… about consequences. Pay attention when you plant those peas, you guys. Unless you’re a dog. The whole “what if” thing doesn’t apply to dogs because they don’t have the mental bandwidth to understand the process. Sadly, neither do some people.
The difference; however, is that dogs don’t have a ton of important choices confronting them as humans do — not many peas to sow.
Dogs care nothing about money — if they did, Dharma still wouldn’t care about pennies. Heck, she probably knows her dog food alone hits her Mom for a couple hundred bucks a month. So the chance of me ever figuring out what she thinks about is slim.
But look at that face! As she lazily lies next to a desk in my office, she’s no doubt thinking about something…
If I could do the same — just have as much free time as my heart desires to daydream the day away — I’d think about a spot that includes this brown hound.
Almost March and although I LOVE snow, spring can’t come soon enough for me. I’ll admit I’m sort of disappointed in how much actual “winter” we had this year, but now it’s time to move right along to the next season.
65 sunny degrees today and this happened…
I’ve been way too lazy of late! Although my fitbit stays on my arm, I haven’t even bothered to check steps. It’s time to get the routine going again and warmer weather does inspire exercise.
Walking this brown hound is more like a combination of an aerobic workout and some kind of strength training. I’ve tried everything short of obedience school for her and she STILL drags me behind her like I’m a kite on a string.
Canvases and Floetrol delivered… Dharma is still pouting because she was 110% sure at least one of the packages were for her. She loves Barkbox more than just about anything. Except dinner. And breakfast.
Sadly, because my professional paint shop is in the garage, creating legendary masterful pieces of art will not commence until it warms up. Paint pouring is messy business!
This is what it looks like at my house when trying to eat a piece of toast…
No begging allowed around here, so these 2 girls have perfected the “please feed me, I’m starving” look. As long as I have food at my desk, they will stay right there by that iHeater until they are panting, just waiting to be noticed.
I know they do it because I’m a bad doggie parent. Could you ignore those 4 sad eyes? How important is that last couple bites of peanut butter toast anyway?
I’m enjoying my first cup of coffee in 2 days. That, my friends, is likely the longest I’ve been without caffeine in a very long time. The flu going around is dangerous… but the stomach bug is no joke either. I can’t remember the last time I was so sick.
Funny how dogs sense something is wrong. Although Dharma NEVER lays on the couch with me, yesterday she rarely left my side…
When she did, it was only to bring items she though might make me feel better. Like a ham hock.
Happy to be almost fully recovered today — and thrilled that it was only the stomach bug that caught up to me. Dharma is thrilled that she’s been relieved of her nursing responsibilities, but knows her services were appreciated.
Based upon the number of emails I receive on a daily basis you might think I’m someone REALLY important. But even more likely, your inbox is filled with stuff too and you know it’s just direct digital marketing — the same old sales crap with a similar subject lines from a whole bunch of different companies.
But not BarkBox! (The monthly subscription for a box of doggie goodies.)
There’s no generic “Sign Up NOW” button on their website. Instead, they make it personal:
Dharma likes the more targeted marketing approach. That’s why her toy basket overflows with BarkBox fun.
Snowing now and not expected to stop for awhile — still not much accumulation predicted — but I sure love me some snow.
Because today is Martin Luther King Jr. day, my phone’s not ringing off the hook as many have the day off. Me? I’m trying to digitally organize my stuff… and I have a LOT of stuff.
Organizing takes time, but saves so much MORE time later on. (I know this because I looked on 3 different hard drives to find one file when it should’ve been a simple click.)
Dharma and I hope you have the day off and you use the time to organize.
First comes thought; then organization of that thought, into ideas and plans; then transformation of those plans into reality. The beginning, as you will observe, is in your imagination.”
This is Bob…
Bob is constantly bumping into stuff, getting caught in cords and stuck under furniture. Allowing him to do his job at night around here isn’t an option. I can take a dust mop down my hallway twice per day and have enough dog hair to cover a bald poodle each time. Bob has been active for a week and his light’s never blinked indicating he needs to be dumped.
By the time I pick up the strips that block him from getting stuck, I could’ve hauled out my trusty Dyson vacuum and had the task over and done with. Dharma thinks my Christmas bonus would’ve been better spent at BarkBox.