I thought it was cute that Colette wanted me to be scared as she played a piano solo. But what I liked most of all was how she was holding hands with her Dad. Sure do love these two.
I’m sure I heard these two talking about which cables are electric and which ones are Internet cables. They don’t want to make the same mistake of a predecessor — their buddy that was found crispy on this same pole earlier in the year.
Insofar as Internet service providers, I have Xfinity (Comcast) and I have Metronet. About 2 months ago, I picked up Metronet in hopes that the service would be comparable to Comcast so I could dump them. Metronet’s customer service is fabulous! Every single time I’ve contacted them, they’ve listened to me and responded candidly, apologized, and seemed to genuinely care. But… my Metronet service (high speed fiber) is down AGAIN.
My Comcast service is working just fine, but every single time I’ve contacted them, their representatives have been rude and disrespectful. They read the same bunch of horse sh*t in a monotone voice about how much they value me. I would be ok with that if not for the fact that it’s the ONLY time they aren’t being ugly.
Yesterday, I was trying to eliminate my Comcast cable TV (I LOVE Directvnow and it’s $35/m!) and upgrade my Internet speed. The woman I spoke with was so awful I finally asked that she simply forget I called (thinking I’d roll the dice later in hopes I’d get someone not so hateful). At that, she GROWLED at me, you guys! Sort of like a pirate’s “ARGGGG” with grizzly bear sounds included.
So I can choose a company with great customer service and a crappy product — or a company with a decent product that treats customers like crap. ARGGG!
Not going to lie, I was afraid when I walked outside this morning — after painting the garage door right before yesterday’s storms — I might find a puddle of paint in the driveway. But it’s all good! Thankfully, the windy day dried the paint just about as fast as I applied it. Yay!
My intention of painting the shutters today; however, has been delayed. It’s 50 degrees today after 75 degrees yesterday. While the 20+ degree drop was expected, I didn’t factor in how my body would adapt to the change. No way am I getting on a ladder today! Maybe tomorrow.
In the meantime, I’m working from my laptop in front of cozy fire while homemade chicken noodles simmer on the stove (one of my Granddaughter’s favorites).
Big difference in this space now compared to the pre-renovation era — don’t you think?
I am about 99.9% certain the house in Crothersville is sold. The buyer provided a firm offer that I have accepted; the inspection went well; the appraisal came back higher than I expected; (wish I could change the sale amount) and the buyer’s loan has been approved.
As a first-time homeowner, this buyer is soooo very excited and I’m… ummm… happy/sad/upset all at the same time. I wonder if that’s normal.
Oh well… what’s important is there’s someone else that’s more than thrilled with HER new house — and that makes everything a-ok with me.
Tonight is trick-or-treat night. I’ve purchased a ton of candy — so much that if every single kid under 12 in Seymour knocks on the door tonight there’s no danger of running out. While Halloween is my least favorite holiday, I’m happy to get it out of the way. The only reason I like Thanksgiving is because after turkey I can decorate for Christmas!
I still walk on the treadmill every single day. I don’t like it one bit better than I did when I started a few years ago, but still, I do it. The only difference is… now… I have to wait my turn.
Not sure if it’s because it’s hot outside or if the treadmill is “fun” for those MUCH younger than me — but Coco thinks it’s awesome to walk while not moving forward. 🙂
Grandparents will do things for their grandchildren they would never do for their kids. That’s a fact!
I can remember my Mom putting me to bed early so she and my brother could watch Sammy Terry on TV (I was a chicken) — but I can’t remember a time she sat with me at bedtime to watch a whole Disney movie.
With work and laundry and yard work… sometimes, I struggle to keep up. After spending the majority of my day on Sunday mowing and weed-eating, I finished up feeling like I accomplished something good. The blooming flowers in the backyard was the icing on the yard-work cake.
April showers bring May flowers. Right?
Coco got new bedding too. Unlike mine, hers is dog puke free.
Yesterday, UPS arrived with the new bedding I ordered from Macys. Excited to have a new look, I pulled off all the old bedding to wash and replaced it with all the new stuff. I took a photo…
This morning, I awoke to the sound of a dog throwing up. Anyone want to guess what Dharma hit with vomit?
PS. At the foot of my bed are 2 of the most amazing dog beds ever (Coolaroo). Dharma still prefers the human bed at night.
Life has a habit of moving way too fast — the older we get, the faster it seems to go. My birthday is in the near future, you guys. While I’m glad I keep having them, I sure wish the time between them was longer.
For the record, the only time looking in the mirror is fun is when the reflection is something other than me. 🙂
I can’t believe my weekend is over. While I try to make those 2 non-workdays relaxing and uneventful, things don’t always work out as planned. I started out at the grocery store and progressed to being a tutor — helping write a college essay. Because it was to be autobiographical and wasn’t about me, that task wasn’t nearly as easy (or quick) as I’d hoped.
As the primary weekend cook (I managed quite well, thank you very much), I spent quite a bit of time in the kitchen as opposed to the couch with my laptop and TV remote. Someone else got that job…
I’ve been watching the clock most of the week — it’s been a rather difficult one. Nothing horrible, just not as smooth as usual. It makes me extraordinarily happy to know that tomorrow I sleep in… my phone will only ring when family or friends are on the other end (with an occasional telemarketer whose number I’ve not yet blocked)… and I’ll be facing not one single deadline. Happy weekend, y’all!
Katie’s first trip to a casino upon turning 21 and the Horseshoe in New Albany was the destination. There was only one winner…
When I looked at this iPhone photo from our weekend night of fun, I could barely believe my eyes. Did both these women shrink? The 3 of us have been about the same height ever since Katie was in high school, but I’ve had a recent growth spurt as evidenced in the picture below:
I sure am grateful to have these 2 awesome (albeit short) women in my life.
I was feeling appreciated, but it’s Monday again and those warm, fuzzy feelings are nothing more than a memory. It was an amazing Mother’s Day weekend around here… Perry and Ben treated me to Thai Spice on Saturday. On Sunday, we celebrated with Mom.
And while I really, REALLY hate this photo of me — I think my son sure is handsome in it. And, this is just more proof that we never stop sacrificing for our kids… no matter how old they are.
My uncle Max (my Dad’s youngest brother) woke on his birthday and baked himself a birthday cake and a cherry pie. He didn’t know his two daughters had a surprise party planned for him that afternoon at his granddaughter’s house. I’m pretty happy he didn’t know anything about the gathering because that cherry pie was amazing!
I was late (typical Shelley) and had to park 100 miles from the house. So many family and friends took time from their busy Sunday to celebrate Max’s life, it was more like a football game at Seymour High School than the 82nd birthday of some old dude.
My Dad was from a large family and I was reminded of that fact as I looked around at all my cousins and their kids. Our get-togethers were a LOT more frequent when my parent’s generation was in charge — but when we DO gather, it’s always a treat.
Here’s hoping my Uncle Max has many more birthdays — he is the last of the McKain 13.
The past couple weeks have been difficult — certainly more so for my favorite cousin and friend than for me — but still an extraordinarily sad time. My Aunt Shirley suffered a stroke that created a large brain bleed. She’s been in ICU since Thanksgiving Day and is to be transferred to a rehab facility today. Sadly, Shirley isn’t aware of her move. She hasn’t recognized anyone since the stroke.
I remember my Aunt Shirley picking me up to go swimming and sledding when I was a kid. When I got older, I remember her forcing Jerilyn and I to work as ‘meat wrappers’ at the locker she owned. I attribute my skill of wrapping liver to her (yes, it’s a skill to wrap liver with freezing cold hands into packages where the paper remains white and not covered with blood) and I don’t even like liver. Although we complained, she never did — and her job was on the kill floor. This little woman could skin better than any man.
Getting old(er) is horribly difficult. As Jerilyn had to make a decision to have a feeding tube placed or ‘let nature take its course,’ my heart broke for her. Getting old isn’t just difficult for the person with health issues, sometimes it’s even more difficult for the loved ones who must make incredibly impossible decisions… because they are getting old(er) too.
Once again, thanks to Veterans and their families for their service. I want to share a comment made on Facebook by friend, Dan Leclerc, in 2009 — it touched me then so I kept it… and it still does today:
This morning, I saw the old man who has served as the crossing guard down the street for years in a new light. Usually he’s wearing overalls and beat-up ball-cap. This morning he was in his old dress uniform, the chest covered with medals and ribbons. I guess his job has always been to protect us.
This Puppy Mommy Gig
I have learned 10 very valuable lessons that I want to pass to you:
- NEVER feed your dog(s) breakfast at 6:00 AM unless you want to get up at 6:00 AM for the rest of your life
- Replacement charging cords are expensive
- If you have more than one pet — they always want what the other one has
- If you already own a dog and get a puppy, the existing pet will live a tortured life
- Puppies are cute when they sleep but otherwise are tiny sharks that are 90% evil
- You may be thankful when your puppy falls asleep at 8:00 PM but that is an illusion — they will be up 1/2 the night
- Puppies will eat ANYTHING… and then, they will poop it out later on white carpet if you have it in your house
- Dogs learn quickly that ‘going outside’ means a treat upon return — you will let them out even if it’s a cruel trick… just in case
- Don’t cuddle a puppy close to your face if you want to keep your nose, eyes, lips and cheeks
If my list consisted of 11 lessons instead of 10, I would’ve added that dogs in general are expensive and you shouldn’t get or have one if you don’t intend to take care of it properly. Between vet visits, shots, heart worm pills and dog food ($22 for a 4.5 pound bag, you guys — about the same as the going price per pound for ground round), it is an expensive, long-term commitment. But in my opinion… it’s sure worth it!
This guy (still not a fabulous photo but a little better than the one I share earlier) is supposed to be my friend, but I’m not feeling it. Spiders are good, right? They are wonderful combatants to your home’s insect population and all that. They even inspire thoughts of “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try again,” as they are quick to rebuild when their home is destroyed. That’s pretty admirable, I guess. If this dude would’ve built in the backyard near the fence — where there’s a light pole and PLENTY of bugs to eat — I would’ve been ok with that. Instead, he decided to make his residence near the front door, scurrying into the gutter when humans pass by.
Mr. Spider… your days are numbered. Build back in that same spot one more time and something very bad will surely happen.
PS. If you happen to know what kind of spider this is (please tell me harmless!!), I would love to know. Any garden spiders I’ve had in the past were black with yellow and this fat dude doesn’t resemble anything I’ve been able to find online while attempting to identify his origin.
This guy is a squatter — but at least he stays outside. Yes, I REALLY hate the fact he’s built his residence right next to my sidewalk. No, I don’t have the heart to squish him. If you feel the urge to take care of the fat feller, feel free. Just don’t tell me about it before or after. What I don’t know won’t hurt me.
It’s a fact that I don’t share my thoughts here nearly as often anymore. It’s because what I enjoy sharing along with my thoughts are images that most often times inspire those thoughts. But you see… there’s nothing here to photograph except for the backs or fronts of other houses. Instead, I end up with plenty of iPhone photos similar to this one:
This is a FABULOUS house. Truly. If I could put it near the water… or in the mountains… or in the country somewhere without close neighbors I would be happy as a clam. It’s true, you guys. You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.
Just when I thought I was getting to the point I like where I’m living now, this morning happened. No big deal really — just a foggy fall morning, but still, it sure made me miss “home.”
Typically, I get up, take my laptop and first cup of coffee to the patio room, and start my work day checking email to get things rolling before hitting the treadmill. This morning was no different — except it’s foggy. And it’s fall. My first thought was of the view I had from my house in the Ville on mornings exactly like this — a field of corn or beans with a tree-line in the distance covered in a blanket of early morning fog — a huge difference from what I see from here.
Not so long ago, my son’s ex and her friend had a conversation on Twitter poking fun at people who choose to live in the country (primarily directed at me — mentioning the “country folk,” only not in terms that kind) and insinuating that living in the city somehow makes one superior to those who live in small towns. I thought about that this morning too.
News Flash — it’s geography. I’m the same person no matter if I live in one of the best neighborhoods in a city or on a rural, dead-end road in the surrounding area of a small town. But I sure do prefer one view to the other… and I sure do miss “home.”