No matter if you like him or hate him, Donald Trump is powerful. I agree with a whole lot of what he’s done and is doing, but certainly not everything. Today at 10:00 AM ET, there’s a press conference scheduled to address the crime, homelessness, etc. of D.C. I wonder how far he’s going to step across lines this time. Not gonna’ lie, he worries me sometimes. 🙂
I never had a desire for power… and I still don’t.
I’ve always preferred to be ‘behind the scenes’ — no power or limelight for this girl. Trump said he was going to move the homeless away from the capital, but he didn’t say where he planned to put them. Cleaning up his backyard only to move the problem elsewhere isn’t going to make everyone happy. I take comfort knowing he’s likely not going to be moving them to Crothersville.
I wouldn’t want to be the top person on decisions or actions that involve others. I could vote… I just wouldn’t want to be the one taking responsibility alone. It’s hard enough making decisions that impact me.
Powerful or powerless?
Just like about every single thing that has a left and right answer, I’m in the middle. Not powerful… but not powerless either.
What about you?
Now you know: Unit 731 did human drying experiments to find that our body is 78% water.
Perry worked on the yard outside yesterday while I worked on the inside. He mowed and weed whacked while I swept, mopped, and washed every Ruggable rug in the barndo. We finished up about the same time.
I wonder if we’re both working too hard because…
Me: Have you ever had a really crazy-stupid song pop into your head — one you haven’t heard for YEARS — and it’s on repeat in your brain? Him: Yes, I have. Me: Out of the blue, I noticed that I’m singing the Beverly Hillbillies theme song over and over. I haven’t even heard that for 40 years. Him:**Starts singing offkey** Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale. A tale of a fateful trip.
And then, HIS song was stuck in my head. 🙁
Sitting on the deck waiting on the dogs to be ready to go back inside — in the 90° heat — this beautiful butterfly came to visit.
I know we don’t have a whole lot of summer days left. School starting is a big reminder of that.
Colette is a Freshman this year and that just doesn’t seem possible. Of course, it also makes me feel older than dirt. I hope she has a fabulous year at her new school, and still takes time to enjoy the afternoons and weekends before summertime is gone until next year.
Now you know: English speakers will feel uncomfortable if a pause in conversation lasts for more than 4 seconds. Japanese speakers are comfortable with a pause of up to 8 seconds.
Chatting with the other 2 fat chicks in this crazy diet contest, they both mentioned they wanted a new hairstyle. Katie’s been talking about bangs for a couple months and Jerilyn decided that would be a good change for her too. Before I went to bed around 2:00 AM, I thought it would be a good idea to beat them to the punch.
I was the first to whack in some bangs — and I even cut a couple more inches off the length.
And now I wait.
Now I’ll wait to see if the other two follow through or if they decide bangs aren’t the best idea after all. I’m pretty sure if they follow suit, they’ll let a professional handle the task instead of simply using the same scissors they use to open Amazon boxes.
I’m currently in last place. 😒
Today is week #2 weigh in for our dieting group of three. I’m staying within my Weight Watchers points allowance and eating lots of zero point foods — like eggs and beans.
So far, I’ve lost… ::drum roll please:: …ZERO. I did lose the .8 pounds I gained last week, but my total loss for two weeks of not eating anything good is a big fat nothing. The other two fatties have yet to share a photo of their feet on scales today, but I’m 98% sure both of them will still be ahead of me.
I either need to wave the white flag or get serious.
Now you know: In 1910, Vienna was the third largest city in Europe after London and Paris. By 2025 it still hasn’t reached the same population it had in 1910.
What’s insanely overpriced but you keep paying for it anyway? First thoughts might include electricity and property taxes… but I’m talking about something you want or enjoy, and not something you need or are required to pay.
Around here, we go through coffee like we’re millionaires.
Coffee is expensive, no doubt about it. But around here, it’s pretty darned important. Ben and I like the darkest brew we can get — and even supplement that with shots of espresso or an additional spoon of intense instant — and Perry is a medium roast kind of guy.
Coffee is one of our biggest monthly expenses for an item we choose to buy. We don’t buy Folger’s or Maxwell House, and we don’t brew… we use k-cups. Yes, it’s overpriced. I don’t have any plans to stop paying for it anyway.
What’s your one item that’s overpriced but you keep buying it anyway?
A small surgical complication…
All the places removed by my cosmetic surgeon healed up nicely. Again, the pathology report came back just fine. Here we are, 3 weeks down the road and my shoulder gets sore all over again. It felt like I had a splinter right in the middle of the scar! I got my trusty tweezers and got the end of what was poking out. I pulled… and pulled hard… and it hurt. 🙁
What I got was a piece of wire about 1/2″ long! What the heck was that doing in there??
I’ve called the surgeon’s office and sent the photo above along with a photo of my shoulder that looks gnarly once again. The nurse said (before seeing the photo), that it was likely an internal stitch that would’ve dissolved. I let her know I could put this sucker in lye for 6 years and it would still be intact. I’m waiting for the surgeon to view the photos and give me a call back.
And then we found that the ole’ CRV is considered totaled.
Perry’s run-in with a deer took out the reliable but older SUV. We can now add that problem to the other life complications we have going on right now. Oh well… at least we have coffee. 🙂
Now you know: It wasn’t until July 30, 1956, that “In God We Trust” became the official U.S. motto. President Dwight Eisenhower signed a law passed by the 84th Congress, replacing “E Pluribus Unum” (Latin: “Out of many, one”), which has appeared on the Great Seal of the United States since 1782.
Mr. Pesky’s back is jacked up. I would say he’s on the struggle bus but he was kicked off of it on Wednesday. Did you know that in our area, if you take a ride in the ambulance the fire department comes too when they pick you up? Welp, now you know. Poor guy was in so much pain I didn’t figure I could even get him to the ER, so he took a ride in the ambulance.
After listening to Mr. Pesky’s complaints, the ER doc ordered a pain shot. Next, the machine he was hooked up to started flipping out because his heart rate dropped to between 36 and 38 bpm. (!!!) They evidently weren’t too worried about that because they unplugged him, prescribed pain pills, and sent him home. Of course, when I went to the hospital I didn’t think about the fact that I’d have to bring him home… in my Mini Cooper. Weeee! It was a fun day.
Insurance rules the world!
Here he is at the hospital in incredible pain — he has an MRI scheduled for tomorrow at OrthoIndy. Why not get an MRI at Seymour hospital while he’s there to save a painful trip 2 days later? Because MRIs must be pre-approved unless it’s an emergency… like a stroke. To move the MRI from one hospital to another takes a ton of paperwork and time.
Insurance also determines the treatment you’ll receive. For example, before my back surgery, I had to first exhaust all alternatives — chiropractic care, physical therapy, and lumbar injections — before surgery could be approved. None of the alternatives worked, and my life was total misery for about 3 months. It’s a racket and patients are made to suffer over money. I hate it!
There’s no Starbucks machine at the Seymour Hospital.
Today, I had my appointment at the Columbus Specialty Surgery Center. Although the waiting room is small — they have a big ole’ Starbucks machine for their patients.
I can shower tomorrow and swim by Saturday — once the numbing shots are finished, the rest is a piece of cake. Mr. Pesky gets an MRI tomorrow and that will determine what happens next. My use of baby oil and Iodine as a young adult ensures I’ll have more procedures in my future, and his current back issue ensures he will have more appointments incoming (I’m guessing another surgery) in his immediate future.
But don’t feel sorry for us — my poor Momma is taking the brunt of everything. Mr. Pesky isn’t an ideal patient. She looks worse for wear right now more so than he does. 😉
Now you know: Sergeant Gander, a Newfoundland dog that fought alongside Canadian troops in the Battle of Hong Kong, saved several wounded soldiers when he grabbed grenade thrown into their midst and ran towards the enemy with it. He was awarded the doggy equivalent of the Victoria Cross.
