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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
How can you tell if you have Obsessive Dog Disorder (ODD)? There are 5 major indicators and they are as follows:
Not mentioned — but vitally important — is one more…
Do you let your dog wear a pillowcase on his/her back because it’s fresh out of the dryer warm and he/she likes it?
You ever have days where everything is a challenge? Of course you do! Yesterday, I had one of those days where everything that SHOULD HAVE been simple simply wasn’t.
For example… I gave Dharma a bath.
I had her out of the tub and dried off and all the water on the floor mopped up. I had just started gathering the wet towels when she raced past me. And then I heard the splash. She was back in the water attacking the TubShroom.
Once the plastic hair catching device was no longer a threat, she was ready to get out… and I started the drying and clean-up process all over again.
If everything went exactly right every single day, life would be boring. Except for Facebook. Facebook is never boring! And today it’s Facebook Friday, you guys!
One of my FB friends got a new tattoo. He was thrilled until the comments started rolling in and then he was offended. Certainly only an idiot would think that cursive “r” is really a cursive “v.” Welp, I’m one of those idiots because my eyes see the word “you’re.”
So if you’re spending a lot of time falling don’t worry — you’re gotta do that before you fly. 😉
Preparing to have a new privacy fence installed takes a little preparation and I was lucky to have helpers. Perry manned the weedeater and Ben showed up to help right AFTER I cut my power cord with the hedge trimmer. Colette and Dharma could care less about fence or yard grooming. I guess it’s true — girls just wanna have fun.
Barkbox day is a HAPPY day around here. Although Gracie doesn’t get nearly as excited as Dharma, she’ll pick a toy from the box after Dharma has chosen her favorite.
This photo may be awful, but the subject is adorable. Don’t you agree?
The bed she’s sleeping on is a Coolaroo — and if you have a dog, you NEED one. Not expensive, is supposed to be easy on joints, is cooler than other pet beds, and Dharma and Gracie approve. So much so that I had to get a second one to accommodate.