We think Fritz has been bitten by a snake. He is lethargic, mouth too sore to eat hard things, etc. Gave him a benedryl.
Went in the back yard and moved the storm drain outlet - there was a little cottonmouth snake - big enough apparently. It got the shovel treatment and no longer glares at us.
Fritz vs Snake, Fritz lost.
Snake vs Shovel, Snake lost.
Poor Fritz. He is resting now. Of course it is the weekend and Vets are hard to find around here. Benedryl it is.
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Saturday, August 27, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Quickie "TAT"
Ate at a Golden Corral today in Burleson, TX. Got my 1st food plate (the salad came first, but there is some discussion on whether salad is food).
Walking back to the table, I passed a 20 something yr old girl with a low cut blouse - 2 tiny straps. Alongside her was her big, burly tattoooooood boyfriend. They had plates piled high and deep.
Across her chest - in bold script - was the word O S C A R --- Yes, acros her chest, written in a "TAT" script, the word Oscar. I quickly looked the other direction (did I mention her boyfriend was big?)
The question: Was this big guy named Oscar? Remember that one of my weinee dogs is named Oscar. Does this girl have a thing for my boy Oscar? I think she is too old for him I didn't ask her.
There is no explaining some people and their brains. I have made stupid decisions in the past. But, this one I have never made.
Walking back to the table, I passed a 20 something yr old girl with a low cut blouse - 2 tiny straps. Alongside her was her big, burly tattoooooood boyfriend. They had plates piled high and deep.
Across her chest - in bold script - was the word O S C A R --- Yes, acros her chest, written in a "TAT" script, the word Oscar. I quickly looked the other direction (did I mention her boyfriend was big?)
The question: Was this big guy named Oscar? Remember that one of my weinee dogs is named Oscar. Does this girl have a thing for my boy Oscar? I think she is too old for him I didn't ask her.
There is no explaining some people and their brains. I have made stupid decisions in the past. But, this one I have never made.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Quickie - 8/21/11
I was sitting and thinking...(you can make more of that later, if you wish)
Remembering my mother, she had several things she said which were colorful...Raised in the back country of Oklahoma, she was never from a rich family...or the Emily Post main groupies. Someday, I'll write more on the family.
One of her sayings was Shizzlin Grits.
...someone has the Shizzlin Grits
(think diarhea and then, this makes more sense)
I heard it more when there was a baby in tow - babies fill diapers often
and with that I close my quickie
Remembering my mother, she had several things she said which were colorful...Raised in the back country of Oklahoma, she was never from a rich family...or the Emily Post main groupies. Someday, I'll write more on the family.
One of her sayings was Shizzlin Grits.
...someone has the Shizzlin Grits
(think diarhea and then, this makes more sense)
I heard it more when there was a baby in tow - babies fill diapers often
and with that I close my quickie
Friday, August 19, 2011
Abby, the dog
We bought our lake lot back in 2006 or 2007, I forget which. It was nothing but trees and grass. The previous owner had built a sea wall and a boat slip. The sea wall has proved to be fine, but the boat slip is a snake pit...somethings look good on paper.
There is a nice house on the westerly side of our house. There was a family in there with a teenage daughter and a couple of young kids. These kids wanted to talk and bother all the time. Who knows about the teenage daughter; she was never home.
Our lot was covered with bermuda. The rules of the home owners asso. said all lots had to be mowed, so within a few months we got a John Deere riding mower which we used on the lot as often as necessary. In the meantime, we cleaned up the lot and started putting new boards back on the walkway of the boat slip.
These neighbors had a fairly new puppy - named Abby - a beagle. She was sweet. The water level was down and I stood on the dry lake bottom to work on the boat slip. Abby would come see me. She would stand on the top level and put her front paws on my shoulders - looking me square in the eye. She was a fun puppy and enjoyed playing with our 3 dogs. The were all buds.
We left the area for half a year - I had the mistaken idea that I wanted to go back into teaching - boy did I pick the wrong school for a return. We came back in February, winter season. The neighbors had moved out - who knows where they went.
Here is the catch - when they moved, they left Abby behind. That sweet little dog had no home. Some people down the hill, around the corner, and up the the way, took Abby in. I just cannot understand how ANYONE could move and leave a little dog behind. When we discovered Abby in her new home, she was SO VERY excited to see us. That dog had grown up and remembered us like we were her parents.
To this day, 3 years later, she still recognizes us and runs to greet us when we walk by her new home. Everyone loves Abby. Now, these new folks over-feed her. She is a plump butterball.
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Today's Abby Stone: This morning at 7:30, I was asleep. Outside my window, my little Oscar starts barking - he won't stop. Bark Bark Bark. My wife, who has been up for 2 or 3 hours - who knows - looked out the front. Sitting about 20 feet from our front door - sitting, and facing our door, looking straight at the door -- Abby. She had walked to visit and was waiting for our door to open.
By this time, I was awake. I opened the front door and she trotted (waddled is a better word) straight at me and climbed into my lap. When chubby Abby sits on you lap, you have been sat upon. The wife and I loved on her. Sue, the next door lab, dropped by wanting to share the love.
As Abby aged, she has become fussy. My two girls wanted to touch noses, Abby growled. I popped her on the head and the growl stopped. To end our session, my wife brought a cookie for all dogs. Sue snapped it up. My girls grabbed theirs. Abby smelled and leaned harder into my side. Finally, she slowly took the cookie, turned, and walked up the hill, never looking back.
We like Abby. Abby likes us. This 7:30 a.m. stuff has to stop though.
There is a nice house on the westerly side of our house. There was a family in there with a teenage daughter and a couple of young kids. These kids wanted to talk and bother all the time. Who knows about the teenage daughter; she was never home.
Our lot was covered with bermuda. The rules of the home owners asso. said all lots had to be mowed, so within a few months we got a John Deere riding mower which we used on the lot as often as necessary. In the meantime, we cleaned up the lot and started putting new boards back on the walkway of the boat slip.
These neighbors had a fairly new puppy - named Abby - a beagle. She was sweet. The water level was down and I stood on the dry lake bottom to work on the boat slip. Abby would come see me. She would stand on the top level and put her front paws on my shoulders - looking me square in the eye. She was a fun puppy and enjoyed playing with our 3 dogs. The were all buds.
We left the area for half a year - I had the mistaken idea that I wanted to go back into teaching - boy did I pick the wrong school for a return. We came back in February, winter season. The neighbors had moved out - who knows where they went.
Here is the catch - when they moved, they left Abby behind. That sweet little dog had no home. Some people down the hill, around the corner, and up the the way, took Abby in. I just cannot understand how ANYONE could move and leave a little dog behind. When we discovered Abby in her new home, she was SO VERY excited to see us. That dog had grown up and remembered us like we were her parents.
To this day, 3 years later, she still recognizes us and runs to greet us when we walk by her new home. Everyone loves Abby. Now, these new folks over-feed her. She is a plump butterball.
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Today's Abby Stone: This morning at 7:30, I was asleep. Outside my window, my little Oscar starts barking - he won't stop. Bark Bark Bark. My wife, who has been up for 2 or 3 hours - who knows - looked out the front. Sitting about 20 feet from our front door - sitting, and facing our door, looking straight at the door -- Abby. She had walked to visit and was waiting for our door to open.
By this time, I was awake. I opened the front door and she trotted (waddled is a better word) straight at me and climbed into my lap. When chubby Abby sits on you lap, you have been sat upon. The wife and I loved on her. Sue, the next door lab, dropped by wanting to share the love.
As Abby aged, she has become fussy. My two girls wanted to touch noses, Abby growled. I popped her on the head and the growl stopped. To end our session, my wife brought a cookie for all dogs. Sue snapped it up. My girls grabbed theirs. Abby smelled and leaned harder into my side. Finally, she slowly took the cookie, turned, and walked up the hill, never looking back.
We like Abby. Abby likes us. This 7:30 a.m. stuff has to stop though.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Quickie - 8/16/11
This is the start of a new blugging concept - the QUICKIE !! .... something that just dawned on me, but no sense saving it for the future.
Example - and I may have already talked about this - can't remember obviously.
Moving stuff around in my classy office I re-found a package of plastic Easter eggs waiting to be filled with candy and hidden. I find these to be funny because they are camo green colored. There is something wrong with camo Easter eggs to fool little kids. They may never find these eggs when hidden.
Side thought - if it doesn't rain soon, the yard will be just a brown mess - the green camo eggs will stand out like PINK. I love pink.
2nd bit - I have a motorhome; it is almost 8 years old. I am afraid of it as it grows older and older. Thought I might trade it in. Talked to one guy - he offered me $6000 less than I owe, I owe, I owe.
There is no justice.
Quickie Over
Example - and I may have already talked about this - can't remember obviously.
Moving stuff around in my classy office I re-found a package of plastic Easter eggs waiting to be filled with candy and hidden. I find these to be funny because they are camo green colored. There is something wrong with camo Easter eggs to fool little kids. They may never find these eggs when hidden.
Side thought - if it doesn't rain soon, the yard will be just a brown mess - the green camo eggs will stand out like PINK. I love pink.
2nd bit - I have a motorhome; it is almost 8 years old. I am afraid of it as it grows older and older. Thought I might trade it in. Talked to one guy - he offered me $6000 less than I owe, I owe, I owe.
There is no justice.
Quickie Over
Friday, August 12, 2011
Cammy Gramps 2011, the last day
Here is the question. Does Grammy Camp end when the parents of the grandchildren walk through the front door? Or, when they walk through the front door, does that just add two more children to the mix?
They have arrived and are headed back in the morning. We opened no envelope this morning. Instead, we dressed and headed for the Outlet Mall in Hillsboro. It was lunchtime when we arrived but nobody, MAKE THAT NOBODY, wanted to eat at the Chinese Buffet....except me. We finally ended up at the Lone Star Cafe, apparently a new adventure for my wife and the rest of the crew. I really must take her out more often - at least to somewhere other than Panchos and Subway.
Speaking of Panchos - totally unrelated to anything else - coming back from Lubbock a couple weeks back, we pulled off at Granbury Road to eat at that Panchos - I20 ? and Granbury. They had moved; the store was empty; no tortillas in the Inn. They had instructions for finding the new location. We followed same - about a mile further into town it was.
This Panchos was a smaller place - less people working - food was not hot - service was poor - the condiment bar was poorly staffed - I don't think I have been in a Panchos as bad as this one. Bro Jim was with me and equally made unkind comments. Many of my "snooty" relatives find Panchos to be one level above traveling 3rd Class in Bulgaria. I have not agreed until we found this particular store front. Let me tell you now. Don't get off the highway at Granbury Road. Nothing awaits you of pleasure - other than a JoAnn Fabric Store that my wife dearly loves.
Back to today. Made the rounds of clothing stores for the grandkids to become well-attired for the start of school. I have yet to understand buying faded Jeans, but it is not my opinion in these matters that counts. One place sold jeans full of holes and another splattered with paint. C'mon folks, go through my closet - I am so in style.
Last stop was Love's - BIG GULP (Love's style).
As we left Hillsboro, the sign said: "Corsicana 37 miles." Penney commented on the fact that the Corsicana sign going the other way had a different # of miles. At that moment we passed another sign: "Corsicana 27 miles" It had been less than a minute. Me thinks this is Government at its best.
Got home - fed Fritz - threw ball for Oscar - loved on Bruno, Greta, and Liesl - started watering the yard - had Mexican Food, which I over-ate the Guacamole. I should know better; don't.
The family is now gathered around the dining room table working a 1000 piece puzzle manufactured by Coca Cola.
The end of Cammy Gramp has been nice.
see ya,
mtz 3
They have arrived and are headed back in the morning. We opened no envelope this morning. Instead, we dressed and headed for the Outlet Mall in Hillsboro. It was lunchtime when we arrived but nobody, MAKE THAT NOBODY, wanted to eat at the Chinese Buffet....except me. We finally ended up at the Lone Star Cafe, apparently a new adventure for my wife and the rest of the crew. I really must take her out more often - at least to somewhere other than Panchos and Subway.
Speaking of Panchos - totally unrelated to anything else - coming back from Lubbock a couple weeks back, we pulled off at Granbury Road to eat at that Panchos - I20 ? and Granbury. They had moved; the store was empty; no tortillas in the Inn. They had instructions for finding the new location. We followed same - about a mile further into town it was.
This Panchos was a smaller place - less people working - food was not hot - service was poor - the condiment bar was poorly staffed - I don't think I have been in a Panchos as bad as this one. Bro Jim was with me and equally made unkind comments. Many of my "snooty" relatives find Panchos to be one level above traveling 3rd Class in Bulgaria. I have not agreed until we found this particular store front. Let me tell you now. Don't get off the highway at Granbury Road. Nothing awaits you of pleasure - other than a JoAnn Fabric Store that my wife dearly loves.
Back to today. Made the rounds of clothing stores for the grandkids to become well-attired for the start of school. I have yet to understand buying faded Jeans, but it is not my opinion in these matters that counts. One place sold jeans full of holes and another splattered with paint. C'mon folks, go through my closet - I am so in style.
Last stop was Love's - BIG GULP (Love's style).
As we left Hillsboro, the sign said: "Corsicana 37 miles." Penney commented on the fact that the Corsicana sign going the other way had a different # of miles. At that moment we passed another sign: "Corsicana 27 miles" It had been less than a minute. Me thinks this is Government at its best.
Got home - fed Fritz - threw ball for Oscar - loved on Bruno, Greta, and Liesl - started watering the yard - had Mexican Food, which I over-ate the Guacamole. I should know better; don't.
The family is now gathered around the dining room table working a 1000 piece puzzle manufactured by Coca Cola.
The end of Cammy Gramp has been nice.
see ya,
mtz 3
Family Quickie
I have 3 brothers: Marshall (the oldest), Jim (the 2nd oldest), and Pat (the youngest). I was #3 of 4.
We lost Marshall a very few years back; it seems like yesterday. He had been sick off and on for quite a while. Diabetes, I think, was the biggest varmit in his arsenal. He spent =say= the last 3 years living in apartment type places designed for elderly folks and in nursing homes. I can tell you that he was pretty much an intellectual with a PhD in Psychology - and a gift of gab which he could use to confuse the truth if he so chose.
We moved him to a nursing home in Corsicana eventually where I got to see him daily. Oft times, we would make a side trip out to a local eating joint.
I take the Dallas paper - always have when I could. Marshall did too until he moved here. I would read my paper and take him the copy which he would read through failing eyes.
What brought this whole conversation up today is - it is Friday. In Friday's paper is ALWAYS an advertising section for Fry's Electronics. I can tell you that Marshall lived for this insert. He poured over each detail. When he was younger and could drive his own car, he would make a Friday ( or weekend ) excursion to Fry's - Computer City - Best Buy - Costco - and that other one compu-something. Can't remember.
So, long story short - EVERY FRIDAY when I open my paper, I remove Fry's advertisement and Marshall is once again sitting there beside me pouring over the details. That is it. I miss my brother.
M3 (#3 child)
We lost Marshall a very few years back; it seems like yesterday. He had been sick off and on for quite a while. Diabetes, I think, was the biggest varmit in his arsenal. He spent =say= the last 3 years living in apartment type places designed for elderly folks and in nursing homes. I can tell you that he was pretty much an intellectual with a PhD in Psychology - and a gift of gab which he could use to confuse the truth if he so chose.
We moved him to a nursing home in Corsicana eventually where I got to see him daily. Oft times, we would make a side trip out to a local eating joint.
I take the Dallas paper - always have when I could. Marshall did too until he moved here. I would read my paper and take him the copy which he would read through failing eyes.
What brought this whole conversation up today is - it is Friday. In Friday's paper is ALWAYS an advertising section for Fry's Electronics. I can tell you that Marshall lived for this insert. He poured over each detail. When he was younger and could drive his own car, he would make a Friday ( or weekend ) excursion to Fry's - Computer City - Best Buy - Costco - and that other one compu-something. Can't remember.
So, long story short - EVERY FRIDAY when I open my paper, I remove Fry's advertisement and Marshall is once again sitting there beside me pouring over the details. That is it. I miss my brother.
M3 (#3 child)
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