Trying the Verdana font today. Looks bold enough to these weary eyes.
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The wife and I are moving up in society. The Corsicana Educational Foundation has sent us an official invitation to attend the (get this) C & B Seen Gala. Say it out loud. Nevermind. I'll help. See and Be Seen. Now isn't that cute? Wish I had thought of it when I was fund raising.
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For those who don't know, an Educational Foundation is an organization established to get extra local money to school districts. I could have this wrong ( I don't ). When the great State of Texas began the Robin Hood financial mess to equalize funding from rich schools to poor schools, Foundations were born. Certain businesses were able to donate funds to Foundations and their tax liabilities went down - there were probably other formulas mixed into the scheme too.
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So Company A owes $1 million in taxes. The rich district will have to give away $500,000 to poorer school districts. Company A gives a $400,000 donation to the local Foundation. The school district revises Company A's tax obligation to $500,000 cause they gave that $400,000 to the foundation. The $400K is funneled back to the local school through grants, and the schools don't have to give as much to poorer schools. A win- win as some might say.
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O H S U R E, I may have the formulas all wrong and some other basic details, but, still, Foundations were created to manage local wealth and keep it at home. That's immaterial right now. More importantly, we have been invited to the C&B Seen - Royal Blue and Black & White Gala. For this honor we get to buy tickets for only $75 a person to attend. A fund raiser. Yes, it is.
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We're not going. 1st of all, we don't even live in the Corsicana school district. We live in the Mildred ISD. Mildred is a nice little school set out here in the country. Maybe they will have a Gala too (that we won't attend either). 2nd-ly. We don't know these people. They don't know us. I can tell you: the official invitation was really a nice piece of art. Probably should frame it, and put it up in the hallway. Maybe if we went, we might get to know the folks. Yep, will think on it.
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Money Money Money Money Money Money Makes the World Go Round The World Go Round The World Go Round Money Money Money Money
Etc. with apologies to the musical Cabaret.
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TITLE THIS NEXT PART: FACEBOOK
Our phones are set to ring 3 times and go to recording. We don't know how it was set up, but it is. If we two are out-of-pocket when the phone goes off, we might not pick up in 3 rings - thus, the premise, leave a message. There are so many bad calls coming in here; we don't answer unless we know the folks.
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So, Saturday night I was indisposed, and my wife was sitting in her luxury chair knitting. The phone is across the room; and, it rang. There was no way for her to throw down the knitting and make the phone. Let us review: I was indisposed. Upon my arrival in the L.R., I checked the phone to see who called. I won't give his name here, but it was another retired band man who I admire a great deal. He and his wife were excellent directors and had fine programs. No, I don't think he reads this bluggy.
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I called him back. He asked me if I had just been I M -ing him on facebook. I M = Instant Messaging I have my IM turned off so I don't have to answer questions like, "Hi, how RU doing?" If they want to know they can call me. Anyways, I explained that I rarely go to facebook etc. He starts explaining that he has been talking to me for quite a while on his IM. I rolled my eyes. Sounds like a problem to me.
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I asked him how much money I had asked him for. He explained it was the other way - me wanting to get him money. Right away that should have been a warning sign. Not wanting to be rude to me, he had a short conversation in which an email address was given to him .... i paraphrase here .... it seems that a govt. program had given me $150,000 and, while I was signing for the money, I saw his name on the government list.
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I do want the $150,000 from the government. Honestly, I don't think the Nigerian govt. is really going to fulfill this dream. . . maybe it was Ghana, who knows?
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I started the process of changing my facebook password - it was "Chowderhead" - now I changed it to "Turkeyface." Then, I wrote maybe 4 different messages on Facebook giving details. Different people wrote back immediately telling me their story of me contacting them. Same ole story. I got my money. Have you gotten yours? What I found interesting is that none of my family, close friends, or ex-students bought into the IM. It seems they could recognize immediately that I was not the writer.
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They seemed to play along and lead the person on wild journeys. One talked to the guy about the good times we use to have in Altus, Okla. I have never been in Altus longer than an hour or so. Others did other things asking questions. I am proud of these folks.
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Long Story Short ( too late ). It seems to have ended. Several friends have unfriended me - with my blessing, and I have de-friended several of them - with their blessing. What a drag. The only good that has come out of this is that many of my "friends" know that I am still alive and well. I had well over 50 messages directly to me and personal emails to me. I have reconnected with some folks that I thought had died.
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Yes this clown impersonating me is a Moron. He cannot write a clear thought and his spelling lacks Americanization. He is a moron. Surely nobody in the entire World buys into this type of thing. Surely. I mean, c'mon, would you - with my prodding - go to a website and give them your bank information? If you are that gullible, would you mind just sending me some cash right now - wrap it up - parcel it out - cause you ain't gonna have it much longer any hooooo.
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enough of that. I could go on for some time. I saved many of the comments from friends. Perhaps I should publish a few in the future.
Y'all take care now. Go to Facebook and up your security settings. And remember, get yourself a good password. Apparently "Chowderhead" is just too common.
m3
p.s. throughout this writing, the word "facebook" was written in lower case. This is to show lack of respect.
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Monday, August 19, 2013
Sunday, August 18, 2013
overeater's paradise
aol news again. This is a slide show with their top 20 picks for
biggest food challenges. Y'know, like an 87 ounce hamburger plus sides - and so
forth.
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BUCKET LIST: I want to go to each of these sites (plus see Amarillo below). Pay for the food up front and then start eating their special challenge. There is not one simple prayer that I can finish even one of them - thus, pay up front. I eat for about 5 minutes, then invite anyone with me to help finish it off. Don't you think that would be a great Bucket List item? And, hey, you get to travel and see the good ole USA.
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I know that if my wife is with me, she will eat maybe 6 ounces of food
total -maybe. So I would need other help. With this diabetes thing, I am allowed about "x" amount of carbs per meal. Each one of these, if finished, would probably put me into a hospital - maybe
not the bacon wrapped one....
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I had to copy/paste the address to make it work.
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They left off my favorite overeating paradise....that steak house east of
Amarillo where you eat a 64 oz steak plus the fixins. It is 64 oz isn't it? I
cannot remember the name of that steak house. If you know, put it in the
comment section at the bottom of my blug page.
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nuff,
later,
m
p.s. as soon as I get my attitude back, I have a stone about someone stealing my facebook identity. It drove me crazy last night. Thanks to all of those who were patient with my problem.
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
today and a chicken stone
Grammy Camp is over. I have sent an invitation out to the granddaughters to write an entry in this blug. If they do, they do. If they don't, they don't. I hope they do.
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So what has been happening since they left for home? You asked?
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little.
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Yesterday I went to town and got a haircut...It was about a month overdue.
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Next, I went by an insurance office to get prices on my stuff. I have been mad at State Farm since May. I wrote a blog about how they lied to me. I have till next May to find a new insurance company - so I went by my next door neighbor's agency. She greeted me with open arms (as all good salespeople should). Sometime today I will get insurance prices on my stuff and make the decisions. Meanwhile I am negotiating with her to take over brother Jim's insurance needs too. If he can save a buck, why not? Hey, guys, I can give her your name too if you'd like. Just let me know.
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It hasn't rained in a few weeks so we are starting to sprinkle the yard. Surely this effort is appreciated by the grass and trees. Oscar doesn't like it because I am moving hoses instead of throwing his ball. I hope our water bill doesn't go sky high.
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Part I -- Chicken Story: Related to Fritz Stones. If you have been reading at all, you know my boy Fritz got sick - really sick. He stayed in the doggy hospital for about 5 days. When he came out, he was as spry as ever and on a roll to get outta dat place. The Vet gave us 12 cans of I/D food to help bring him back to normal. Gave is the wrong word - we paid $$$$ for those cans.
Dry food was to be reintroduced at the end of a couple of weeks. We did that. We did. The cans were a chicken and rice mixture ... a doggy delight I understand. We had heard that Fritz might end up on a 100% chicken and rice diet - so we had a cooked chicken we used as doggy treats for him. This was greatly appreciated by the starving boy. Fritz is always starving. Just ask him.
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Part II -- A few months back we bought an oven bowl for cooking chicken with beer. You have surely all seen the beer can stuffed up a chicken as it is grilled. Well, we never use beer, but that's their sell. In this cooking bowl, you set the chicken up on a protrusion filled with your most flavorable liquid and pop the chick into the oven to cook. The chicken comes out tasty and tender. My wife bought a chicken to be cooked for today's lunch at HEB - whole chicken from the farm of Pilgrim's Pride.
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Part II -- I went out front to change the water. When I re-entered our kitchen, I was hit with a smell that was - no way to say it differently - rotten meat. My spouse had the whole chicken in the sink washing it for the baking. The smell almost gagged me. We had a long talk about that chicken - actually, if the talk lasted 15 seconds, I'd be surprised. Pilgrim's Pride has not upped their reputation in my house today.
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Part III -- No way we were going to eat that bird. Fritz on the other hand has much lower standards. We decided to throw the critter in a large pot, cover with water, and boil it till cooked... it was already ripe. Then Fritz and the others would have a chicken feast over several days. The process began. It was bad, really bad. The boiling water - the fumes - the steam - the aroma. That rotten meat smell permeated not only the kitchen but every nook and cranny of this lovely establishment. I hurried through the house turning on exhaust fans and opening windows - a feat which is unwelcomed in most 90+ weather.
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Part IV -- Fritz or no. Other dogs or no. This chicken has to go. Hey, that was a rhyme.
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The word "other" hampers the quality of that rhyme. Needs work.
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The uncooked chicken was dumped unceremoniously into the sink and covered with cold water. Back into the pan. I carried all to the garage and placed it carefully on a trailer attached to the back of the John Deere. I didn't want to drop any of that animal anywhar. Roar. Start that Tractor. Down the hill I flew, chicken bringing up the rear- so to speak - "rear" is a good word for that chicken.
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Part V -- Wind blowing through my newly cut mane, I made it to the edge of our drying, waterless lake bed. The chicken was thrown out into a small clearing along with the remaining cooking water. Our carrion-loving birds will have a wonderful time if their noses lead them properly. In the words of my wife Brenda:
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So what has been happening since they left for home? You asked?
.
little.
.
Yesterday I went to town and got a haircut...It was about a month overdue.
.
Next, I went by an insurance office to get prices on my stuff. I have been mad at State Farm since May. I wrote a blog about how they lied to me. I have till next May to find a new insurance company - so I went by my next door neighbor's agency. She greeted me with open arms (as all good salespeople should). Sometime today I will get insurance prices on my stuff and make the decisions. Meanwhile I am negotiating with her to take over brother Jim's insurance needs too. If he can save a buck, why not? Hey, guys, I can give her your name too if you'd like. Just let me know.
.
It hasn't rained in a few weeks so we are starting to sprinkle the yard. Surely this effort is appreciated by the grass and trees. Oscar doesn't like it because I am moving hoses instead of throwing his ball. I hope our water bill doesn't go sky high.
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Part I -- Chicken Story: Related to Fritz Stones. If you have been reading at all, you know my boy Fritz got sick - really sick. He stayed in the doggy hospital for about 5 days. When he came out, he was as spry as ever and on a roll to get outta dat place. The Vet gave us 12 cans of I/D food to help bring him back to normal. Gave is the wrong word - we paid $$$$ for those cans.
Dry food was to be reintroduced at the end of a couple of weeks. We did that. We did. The cans were a chicken and rice mixture ... a doggy delight I understand. We had heard that Fritz might end up on a 100% chicken and rice diet - so we had a cooked chicken we used as doggy treats for him. This was greatly appreciated by the starving boy. Fritz is always starving. Just ask him.
.
Part II -- A few months back we bought an oven bowl for cooking chicken with beer. You have surely all seen the beer can stuffed up a chicken as it is grilled. Well, we never use beer, but that's their sell. In this cooking bowl, you set the chicken up on a protrusion filled with your most flavorable liquid and pop the chick into the oven to cook. The chicken comes out tasty and tender. My wife bought a chicken to be cooked for today's lunch at HEB - whole chicken from the farm of Pilgrim's Pride.
.
Part II -- I went out front to change the water. When I re-entered our kitchen, I was hit with a smell that was - no way to say it differently - rotten meat. My spouse had the whole chicken in the sink washing it for the baking. The smell almost gagged me. We had a long talk about that chicken - actually, if the talk lasted 15 seconds, I'd be surprised. Pilgrim's Pride has not upped their reputation in my house today.
.
Part III -- No way we were going to eat that bird. Fritz on the other hand has much lower standards. We decided to throw the critter in a large pot, cover with water, and boil it till cooked... it was already ripe. Then Fritz and the others would have a chicken feast over several days. The process began. It was bad, really bad. The boiling water - the fumes - the steam - the aroma. That rotten meat smell permeated not only the kitchen but every nook and cranny of this lovely establishment. I hurried through the house turning on exhaust fans and opening windows - a feat which is unwelcomed in most 90+ weather.
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Part IV -- Fritz or no. Other dogs or no. This chicken has to go. Hey, that was a rhyme.
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Fritz or No
Other Dogs or No
This Chicken
Has to Go
.The word "other" hampers the quality of that rhyme. Needs work.
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The uncooked chicken was dumped unceremoniously into the sink and covered with cold water. Back into the pan. I carried all to the garage and placed it carefully on a trailer attached to the back of the John Deere. I didn't want to drop any of that animal anywhar. Roar. Start that Tractor. Down the hill I flew, chicken bringing up the rear- so to speak - "rear" is a good word for that chicken.
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Part V -- Wind blowing through my newly cut mane, I made it to the edge of our drying, waterless lake bed. The chicken was thrown out into a small clearing along with the remaining cooking water. Our carrion-loving birds will have a wonderful time if their noses lead them properly. In the words of my wife Brenda:
"Buzzards have to eat too."
y'all take care now
keep those exhaust fans blowing
and your windows wide open
y'never know when you will meet a spoiled chicken.
Mtz
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Grammy Camp is over
Grammy Camp is over.
The g-girls have returned to Lubbock.
This morning I was able to move around the house without bumping into sleepy children.
My dogs (mainly Bruno) were able to sleep through the night without barking at bumps in the
night.
I slept semi-late this morning.
I took a nap in the afternoon.
The wife picked up the house, washed sheets, put the trundle bed away, took the dining room table
leaf out, and general fixed the house for 2 old people to live.
The dogs were able to eat without worrying about their cousin dogs "looking at me!"
I watched no children's / middle school humor / teenage shows on TV.
We had a good week.
They say Smurf 2
They went swimming twice.
We drove to Athens (TX) to the Tx parks & wildlife fish hatchery. A great place to take kids.
For the low entry fee, there are great displays, and you can actually fish for sun fish or catfish
- poles provided - bait provided...nice fishing pond. It is a catch and and release place. You
can pay $10 extra, you can keep 5 catfish. Photos on the wall indicate that some big fish live
in that pond.
We ate pizza twice - hot dogs once - burgers - and more.
I could go on and on - but won't. Grammy Camp is fun. (today I heard of someone else who is having kids over - they call it Camp Grammy. cute.)
Final: I was going to have each kid write a blog about camp - somehow, we never got to it. So I am writing their father and telling him to let this write something here if they would like. If they do, it will show up as my next blog entries. We will all be surprised.
later,
m
The g-girls have returned to Lubbock.
This morning I was able to move around the house without bumping into sleepy children.
My dogs (mainly Bruno) were able to sleep through the night without barking at bumps in the
night.
I slept semi-late this morning.
I took a nap in the afternoon.
The wife picked up the house, washed sheets, put the trundle bed away, took the dining room table
leaf out, and general fixed the house for 2 old people to live.
The dogs were able to eat without worrying about their cousin dogs "looking at me!"
I watched no children's / middle school humor / teenage shows on TV.
We had a good week.
They say Smurf 2
They went swimming twice.
We drove to Athens (TX) to the Tx parks & wildlife fish hatchery. A great place to take kids.
For the low entry fee, there are great displays, and you can actually fish for sun fish or catfish
- poles provided - bait provided...nice fishing pond. It is a catch and and release place. You
can pay $10 extra, you can keep 5 catfish. Photos on the wall indicate that some big fish live
in that pond.
We ate pizza twice - hot dogs once - burgers - and more.
I could go on and on - but won't. Grammy Camp is fun. (today I heard of someone else who is having kids over - they call it Camp Grammy. cute.)
Final: I was going to have each kid write a blog about camp - somehow, we never got to it. So I am writing their father and telling him to let this write something here if they would like. If they do, it will show up as my next blog entries. We will all be surprised.
later,
m
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Grammy Camp 2013 and .....
Grammy Camp started yesterday afternoon when the grd-girls were left behind as their parents leaped out the door and headed home. We did very little of note yesterday - didn't plan far enough ahead to have an exciting afternoon/evening planned. The girls found some stupid show on TV staring make believe teenagers in make believe life - with a sound track. I'd guess they watched three hours of that show and NOT ONCE went screaming out of the room in disgust. At least the show was not full of junking things .. y'know, the bad language and other events found in PG13 and R movies.
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Today was a bit better. We moved them outta da house in time to make it to CiCi's Pizza by 11:30. It was a bit eventful since one of their air conditioners was broken. They had fans everywhere and were moving air out of the back of the building towards the front. I found this next bit funny. They had a swamp cooler by the front door blowing inwardly. A swamp cooler - for those of you who have never lived in the dessert - is a machine that blows air and has water sprinkled on the pads surrounding the fan. It cools the house with this moisture - when you live in a non-humidity area.
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Our area is not dry. Instead of using water, they had an enormous pan of ice behind the fan so it would be sending cooler air inside. That pan of ice was doing a lot of good.
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Benevolent - I am. Each girl was given $2 in quarters to play the video games. Can you believe I was that benevolent? --------------- NEXT...
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WALLYWORLD: We found a delightful parking space and began our visit. Our aim was to find a craft project to entertain - one little project to use this week. So we ended up owning a face painting kit, 2 different velvet painting kits, acrylic paints and a plaque which they plan to decorate and give us, a ring making kit and some type of a bead kit- - - there seems to be something else, but I forget - oh, wait, a kit which will make 4 stepping stones decorated by each girl. Walmart was not expensive at all.
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Next a short drive through a car wash with the appropriate yelling and screaming. By this time my wife had moved to the back seat between the 2 youngest and the oldest had moved to the front seat. That seemed to stop all the hitting and yelling and "she's touching me" episodes. I was so pleased when she elected to change seats. I am getting too old to handle yelling girls.
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A short 3 minute drive put us in the parking lot of Braums Ice Cream. Of course someone gave permission for all to have a double dip ice cream. The oldest finished hers. The other two maybe made it through the top dip. Blue ice cream = birthday cake ice cream. Lips turn blue with blue ice cream. It did take a while to finish off the ice cream. My wife had a single dip in a cup and I had the diabetic's dram - nothing - just the visual of watching ice cream melt.
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HEB grocery store came next. Once again, I am getting too old to go to the grocery store with three grandgirls. We survived though.
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HOME. Laura showed up this afternoon. That was good. As the day died down, Laura took the two youngest riding in the wagon behind the John Deere Mower. That was fun. As she drove she described what they were seeing - much like a tour guide might. here is the flag, here is a tree, over there - a blade of grass. I'm sure it was an exciting tour. At the end, she put g-girl #2 behind the wheel and let her drive the tractor. I betcha that was fun.
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A little side note as I quit. there is a hole on the side of the house in the dirt by the foundation. Extending out of the hole was a snake skin - molting. That is the 2nd snake skin found this week coming out of a hole around my house. Snakes are still here and the skins are big. Stay tuned as we tried to rid the world of critters.
more tomorrow.
m
.w
Today was a bit better. We moved them outta da house in time to make it to CiCi's Pizza by 11:30. It was a bit eventful since one of their air conditioners was broken. They had fans everywhere and were moving air out of the back of the building towards the front. I found this next bit funny. They had a swamp cooler by the front door blowing inwardly. A swamp cooler - for those of you who have never lived in the dessert - is a machine that blows air and has water sprinkled on the pads surrounding the fan. It cools the house with this moisture - when you live in a non-humidity area.
.
Our area is not dry. Instead of using water, they had an enormous pan of ice behind the fan so it would be sending cooler air inside. That pan of ice was doing a lot of good.
.
Benevolent - I am. Each girl was given $2 in quarters to play the video games. Can you believe I was that benevolent? --------------- NEXT...
.
WALLYWORLD: We found a delightful parking space and began our visit. Our aim was to find a craft project to entertain - one little project to use this week. So we ended up owning a face painting kit, 2 different velvet painting kits, acrylic paints and a plaque which they plan to decorate and give us, a ring making kit and some type of a bead kit- - - there seems to be something else, but I forget - oh, wait, a kit which will make 4 stepping stones decorated by each girl. Walmart was not expensive at all.
.
Next a short drive through a car wash with the appropriate yelling and screaming. By this time my wife had moved to the back seat between the 2 youngest and the oldest had moved to the front seat. That seemed to stop all the hitting and yelling and "she's touching me" episodes. I was so pleased when she elected to change seats. I am getting too old to handle yelling girls.
.
A short 3 minute drive put us in the parking lot of Braums Ice Cream. Of course someone gave permission for all to have a double dip ice cream. The oldest finished hers. The other two maybe made it through the top dip. Blue ice cream = birthday cake ice cream. Lips turn blue with blue ice cream. It did take a while to finish off the ice cream. My wife had a single dip in a cup and I had the diabetic's dram - nothing - just the visual of watching ice cream melt.
.
HEB grocery store came next. Once again, I am getting too old to go to the grocery store with three grandgirls. We survived though.
,
HOME. Laura showed up this afternoon. That was good. As the day died down, Laura took the two youngest riding in the wagon behind the John Deere Mower. That was fun. As she drove she described what they were seeing - much like a tour guide might. here is the flag, here is a tree, over there - a blade of grass. I'm sure it was an exciting tour. At the end, she put g-girl #2 behind the wheel and let her drive the tractor. I betcha that was fun.
.
A little side note as I quit. there is a hole on the side of the house in the dirt by the foundation. Extending out of the hole was a snake skin - molting. That is the 2nd snake skin found this week coming out of a hole around my house. Snakes are still here and the skins are big. Stay tuned as we tried to rid the world of critters.
more tomorrow.
m
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Frtiz and chairs
Fritz came home yesterday. He is a new animal. When he went to the vet, lethargic - wouldn't eat - throwing up - one sick puppy. The vets at Animal Care Clinic here in Corsicana turned him around over the weekend. We thought it was the end for Fritz. What a rebound. The appetite has returned - he tours the backyard in search of whatever dogs search - he barks - he complains - he is Fritz again. We are so pleased.
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I asked him if he were worth the $311 we spent. A wag of the tail - an attempt to lick my nose - all says: it was worth it.
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The doc said it is pancreaitis (sp) - not good. He sent me home with 12 cans of i/d dog food @ $1 per. We are feed this wet food to Fritz for the next week slowly moving him back to his dry food. We do not want him to flair back up.
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When they brought Fritz to me in the waiting room to leave - the room was full of people including dogs which stood higher than my belt line. I could hear him coming down the hall - jingle jingle. He was on a leash but was leading the Vet down the hall. He rounded the corner of the room - strutting as best his 4 inch legs can do. Cocky. The room went into a titter - giggles - some laughter - I projected they were admiring the boy as he took over the room.
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I went to him and stuck my finger down by his nose. He sniffed and the tail just started fanning the room and the tongue came out. I took the leash and he pulled me to the door. Once outside he dove straight for our car and its door. How did he know what car it was? That boy was ready to get home.
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The other dogs were outside when he arrived. My wife pulled up and opened the door. Short legs make leaping out of the car a minor problem. My wife put him on the ground and he flew down the sidewalk to the front door - no looking back. Once he was outside with the other four, the smelling began. He went about his business and they all took turns smelling him out - so to speak. Fritz was home and That was That.
Now, where's the food dish!!!
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it is good to have the boy home
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Our anniversary is coming up next week. This will be #51. With my wife's help we selected a nice necklace for her that is engraved "Grammy" and sports the birthstones of all 3 g-girls. it is a pretty necklace for sure.
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For my anniversary present - I have been needing a new office chair. The old one was bought back in the 90s or earlier. The padding has become equivalent to a piece of cloth. And you can see through that cloth. I love that old chair; but, it had started making my legs fall asleep as they pressed against the wooden bar across the front. I now have a new chair....leather - brown leather - nice.
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Office Depot got our business. I spent more than a couple of hours sitting in chairs and looking under them. I don't know if all companies do this but O.D. rates the chairs based upon how long you plan to sit on it. A letter M means Moderate, 3 to 6 hours sitting per day. I had decided on a M chair when in a moment of something I sat in one with an I rating, 6 to 8 hours of sitting. The padding is so much more than the others - and it was on special -- i.e., cheaper than most of the M rated. It is mine.
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One problem: It is called a Big & Tall chair. I looked; they did not have any short and squatty chairs. So my logic....Big means squatty. This gives me half correct. The kid that carried it out to my car on his shoulders - he was tall. I had to scoot it into the house - no picking up on my shoulders.
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So that's it. My behind is pressed deeply into the leather comfort of my groovy chair - brown leather - no, that's wrong - the color is Expresso - and you know how I love coffee. My feet touch the floor and the seat is wide enough to accommodate both of my legs folded under me on the chair.
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I am going to build a box out of 2 x 6 (s) for my wife to use as a foot stool as she enjoys her trips to Facebook. Everyone should have the privilege of being able to reach the floor. Enough for now - time to give Fritz a big hug again.
m
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I asked him if he were worth the $311 we spent. A wag of the tail - an attempt to lick my nose - all says: it was worth it.
.
The doc said it is pancreaitis (sp) - not good. He sent me home with 12 cans of i/d dog food @ $1 per. We are feed this wet food to Fritz for the next week slowly moving him back to his dry food. We do not want him to flair back up.
.
When they brought Fritz to me in the waiting room to leave - the room was full of people including dogs which stood higher than my belt line. I could hear him coming down the hall - jingle jingle. He was on a leash but was leading the Vet down the hall. He rounded the corner of the room - strutting as best his 4 inch legs can do. Cocky. The room went into a titter - giggles - some laughter - I projected they were admiring the boy as he took over the room.
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I went to him and stuck my finger down by his nose. He sniffed and the tail just started fanning the room and the tongue came out. I took the leash and he pulled me to the door. Once outside he dove straight for our car and its door. How did he know what car it was? That boy was ready to get home.
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The other dogs were outside when he arrived. My wife pulled up and opened the door. Short legs make leaping out of the car a minor problem. My wife put him on the ground and he flew down the sidewalk to the front door - no looking back. Once he was outside with the other four, the smelling began. He went about his business and they all took turns smelling him out - so to speak. Fritz was home and That was That.
Now, where's the food dish!!!
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it is good to have the boy home
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Our anniversary is coming up next week. This will be #51. With my wife's help we selected a nice necklace for her that is engraved "Grammy" and sports the birthstones of all 3 g-girls. it is a pretty necklace for sure.
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For my anniversary present - I have been needing a new office chair. The old one was bought back in the 90s or earlier. The padding has become equivalent to a piece of cloth. And you can see through that cloth. I love that old chair; but, it had started making my legs fall asleep as they pressed against the wooden bar across the front. I now have a new chair....leather - brown leather - nice.
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Office Depot got our business. I spent more than a couple of hours sitting in chairs and looking under them. I don't know if all companies do this but O.D. rates the chairs based upon how long you plan to sit on it. A letter M means Moderate, 3 to 6 hours sitting per day. I had decided on a M chair when in a moment of something I sat in one with an I rating, 6 to 8 hours of sitting. The padding is so much more than the others - and it was on special -- i.e., cheaper than most of the M rated. It is mine.
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One problem: It is called a Big & Tall chair. I looked; they did not have any short and squatty chairs. So my logic....Big means squatty. This gives me half correct. The kid that carried it out to my car on his shoulders - he was tall. I had to scoot it into the house - no picking up on my shoulders.
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So that's it. My behind is pressed deeply into the leather comfort of my groovy chair - brown leather - no, that's wrong - the color is Expresso - and you know how I love coffee. My feet touch the floor and the seat is wide enough to accommodate both of my legs folded under me on the chair.
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I am going to build a box out of 2 x 6 (s) for my wife to use as a foot stool as she enjoys her trips to Facebook. Everyone should have the privilege of being able to reach the floor. Enough for now - time to give Fritz a big hug again.
m
Thursday, July 25, 2013
Fritz update and Marauder update
Update on our boy Fritz. (see previous post in yellow) He had been throwing up for over 24 hours. Listless. Showed absolutely no desire to look at food. This is our boy who eats dog poop as a special treat if he can find it in the yard before I do. ( WAIT!!! I just reread this part. He finds the scat to snack - I look for it with my little shovel and pail to throw away before he gets it or the flies plant their little eggs in it - yes, more poop = more flies. We have been fortunate around here to have minimal flies - I think it is because of my efforts with my deluxe model pooper scooper. So is that clear now? I don't eat poop. I think I had to a few times while I was teaching - when I had the typical poor administrator.) He does not just eat eat poop, he has certain types that are favored - I'd guess flavored - but that is neither here nor there in the update discussion. I put one of those bacon treats under his nose and nothing. Think Shultz and say "NOTHING"
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Called our vet and got a machine telling us to call their nighttime emergency line. I did this same thing over 3 hours, never getting through. Went to the emergency number and learned our Vet was gone till next week. This was on Monday, all day Monday.
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On Tuesday morning my wife called again and got an actual person - his 12 yr old phone answering person who said all were gone till next week. Didja ever notice these people who answer phones sound like they are 12, maybe 13 - nothing against 12 and 13 year olds. Without them, where would we get 14 yr olds? And that is a debate left for another time.
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My wife asked the young lady if they rreeccommeennddeedd another Vet while ours was gone. Well, yes they did - the 24 hour emergency pet clinic in Arlington off I - 20. Look on your map. That would be a drive well over an hour plus the pain of finding their store. The suggestion was not met with glee.
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The wife called another local vetty with whom we have had a minor dealing -- they were the vet for the dog next door who swallowed one of our fish hooks out on the dock and for when their dog was dying of heart worms. Both of those stones can wait. Spouse called and got another 12 year old who stated their vet was gone till next week. They had no suggestions for us. You'd think the local vets would get off their snooty high horses (so to speak) and help each other out when they go out of town - a servie, you might say, that would benefit their own clients. I'd think that. Maybe you would too. But keep in mind - most of these Vets came out of A&M.
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Called a 3rd vet - this one has inexpensive boarding fees. We have been there before. A father and his daughter and son - all 3 are vets - walk in care, no appointments. We went as fast as our Marauder tires would allow. The young man (vet) gave Fritz the once over - quite professional I'd say - and decided that Fritz needed to stay for tests. Talk about service, about 2 hours later, he personally called us back and gave a decision. I like that.
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His preliminary test indicated that Fritz might have pancreatitis. can't spell that one. Pancreatic with the i-tis attached to the end. pancreitis. nope that looks wrong too. Who cares; I don't need to know how to spell the word. I am retired. They are keeping Fritz in their hospital over the weekend. They hope to re-introduce him to food on Friday, tomorrow. If he is still as sick as he was, tomorrow will be fine.
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Daughter Christine thinks we will have to start feeding him boiled chicken and rice when he gets home. If that is the case, we will have to ween him off of dog cookies and chew sticks. That concept is a difficult one for me to fathom. Poor Fritz. Y'all think about my boy for me. Hopefully Monday will bring a revised and fixed boy for us. I am too young to lose another dog right now.
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Marauder stone:
Took the car into get a window fixed that wouldn't move up and down.
When I pulled up to his shop, I noticed wire sticking out of the front left tire.
Rusty suggested alignment.
I said sure.
In process he pointed out back shocks (with 152,000 miles on them) were very weak.
He pointed out that in the alignment process he had reached his limits with the front tires because of the condition of the front struts (with 152,000 miles on them)
I thanked him and went home.
The following Sunday (this past one to be exact) the left rear window fell down and wouldn't move.
-------some of this is explained in detail below -------
I bit the bullet - had him fix window plus the back shocks and front struts.
Meanwhile left tire still had wire sticking out.
I put spare on the ground and wire tire in trunk.
Spare and right front not in good shape.
Called Discount Tire in Waxahachie; they had our tire.
Drove to Wax-A-Hachet and had tire fixed; ate lunch; got a big gulp and came home.
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If you don't think I had an expensive last couple of weeks, you are way wrong. Thanks to our close friend Master Card - all is well and we are driving once again.
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This is an experiment to see how the light blue background looks on the bluggy.
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and now we are looking at what color? This is a test. Green. Good boy.
I'll see ya guys soon - must change the water - it is Thursday, our marathon watering day.
me
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Called our vet and got a machine telling us to call their nighttime emergency line. I did this same thing over 3 hours, never getting through. Went to the emergency number and learned our Vet was gone till next week. This was on Monday, all day Monday.
.
On Tuesday morning my wife called again and got an actual person - his 12 yr old phone answering person who said all were gone till next week. Didja ever notice these people who answer phones sound like they are 12, maybe 13 - nothing against 12 and 13 year olds. Without them, where would we get 14 yr olds? And that is a debate left for another time.
.
My wife asked the young lady if they rreeccommeennddeedd another Vet while ours was gone. Well, yes they did - the 24 hour emergency pet clinic in Arlington off I - 20. Look on your map. That would be a drive well over an hour plus the pain of finding their store. The suggestion was not met with glee.
.
The wife called another local vetty with whom we have had a minor dealing -- they were the vet for the dog next door who swallowed one of our fish hooks out on the dock and for when their dog was dying of heart worms. Both of those stones can wait. Spouse called and got another 12 year old who stated their vet was gone till next week. They had no suggestions for us. You'd think the local vets would get off their snooty high horses (so to speak) and help each other out when they go out of town - a servie, you might say, that would benefit their own clients. I'd think that. Maybe you would too. But keep in mind - most of these Vets came out of A&M.
.
Called a 3rd vet - this one has inexpensive boarding fees. We have been there before. A father and his daughter and son - all 3 are vets - walk in care, no appointments. We went as fast as our Marauder tires would allow. The young man (vet) gave Fritz the once over - quite professional I'd say - and decided that Fritz needed to stay for tests. Talk about service, about 2 hours later, he personally called us back and gave a decision. I like that.
.
His preliminary test indicated that Fritz might have pancreatitis. can't spell that one. Pancreatic with the i-tis attached to the end. pancreitis. nope that looks wrong too. Who cares; I don't need to know how to spell the word. I am retired. They are keeping Fritz in their hospital over the weekend. They hope to re-introduce him to food on Friday, tomorrow. If he is still as sick as he was, tomorrow will be fine.
.
Daughter Christine thinks we will have to start feeding him boiled chicken and rice when he gets home. If that is the case, we will have to ween him off of dog cookies and chew sticks. That concept is a difficult one for me to fathom. Poor Fritz. Y'all think about my boy for me. Hopefully Monday will bring a revised and fixed boy for us. I am too young to lose another dog right now.
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.
Marauder stone:
Took the car into get a window fixed that wouldn't move up and down.
When I pulled up to his shop, I noticed wire sticking out of the front left tire.
Rusty suggested alignment.
I said sure.
In process he pointed out back shocks (with 152,000 miles on them) were very weak.
He pointed out that in the alignment process he had reached his limits with the front tires because of the condition of the front struts (with 152,000 miles on them)
I thanked him and went home.
The following Sunday (this past one to be exact) the left rear window fell down and wouldn't move.
-------some of this is explained in detail below -------
I bit the bullet - had him fix window plus the back shocks and front struts.
Meanwhile left tire still had wire sticking out.
I put spare on the ground and wire tire in trunk.
Spare and right front not in good shape.
Called Discount Tire in Waxahachie; they had our tire.
Drove to Wax-A-Hachet and had tire fixed; ate lunch; got a big gulp and came home.
.
If you don't think I had an expensive last couple of weeks, you are way wrong. Thanks to our close friend Master Card - all is well and we are driving once again.
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This is an experiment to see how the light blue background looks on the bluggy.
==============================================================
and now we are looking at what color? This is a test. Green. Good boy.
I'll see ya guys soon - must change the water - it is Thursday, our marathon watering day.
me
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