Happy St. Patricks Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day all!

Just a couple shots from God’s Country taken last year (also known as County Kerry).  I promise to be feeling better and not so green (haha) soon and be back to my old humorous self.  Until then – enjoy the scenery and this celebrated day – Erin go Bragh!!

 Picture 1) Banna Beach Dunes  2) Red Tail Deer in Killarney  3) Muckross Gardens

#StPatricksDay  #StPaddysDay  #CountyKerry

New Appendage

I haven’t had Bronchitis in a few years, so I was unaware of the changes that had occurred since Obama Care went into action.  Apparently now one of the added coverage’s is a new appendage? 

I’ve pretty much been house bound for, oh a week, and haven’t left the door other than to let the girls out.  There hasn’t been a lot of action – just me sleeping, me sitting and me sleeping again.  Oh and I can’t seem to drink enough water, gallons and gallons of throat soothing water – so there have been a few bathroom breaks too.  

But that’s pretty much it.  Nothing exciting, well - other than my new 17lb Rosie Appendage.

She is very concerned – so much so that there has not been a millimeter of space between us for the last six days.  

I lay down, she lays on my chest.  I roll on my side, she balances herself on my hip.  I go to the bathroom, she sits on my feet.  I sit on the couch, she sits in my lap.  I try and walk down the hall, she is right up against my ankle.  If I shift and she slips off me in any way, she is immediately right there again. 

She doesn’t want to go outside and bounce through the snow piles; she just wants to physically be attached to me – permanently.   

I’m not sure how this is going to work when I have to venture out into the world again.  

Therefore, don’t be alarmed if you see me at the doctor’s office later this afternoon, with what looks to be a live dachshund wrapped around my neck as a scarf, it’s just my new Rosie Appendage – I can’t seem to shake it.

#ObamaCare  #Dachshund

Dryer Falls (re-post)

Hi all, sorry - I've come down with a lovely case of bronchitis and as soon as the evil imaginary horse stops kicking me in the forehead and the chest - I'll be back to my happy go lucky self.  Until then - how about a re-post from right about this time last year?  Seems appropriate, as I could use a little triage myself....
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Ha,ha – aren’t falls supposed to be wet?   

Bad joke – for bad dryers.

This is our new dryer.  On its side.  On the floor.  At the foot of the stairs.  With its lid off.

What is it doing down there you ask?  Well, nothing really – I think it might be resting from the fall it just took – I can’t be sure.

Plus the top has popped off – it’s not really supposed to look like that.  It’s a dryer – it’s the front bit that’s on hinges and opens up – not the top.  So I’m guessing there is going to be some triage.

The wall isn’t very happy either, it’s going to need some stitches to close up the gashes – pretty sure I can glue the carpet back to the stairs – so no medical expertise will be needed for that tear. 

Yeah – over the last 14 months our appliances have been giving out – one by one.  First it was the fridge – so we bought  a stove to go with it, then the dishwasher stopped and two months later the microwave became possessed – thought maybe we were done with replacing expensive mechanicals since the kitchen was now fully new again.  

But nope – three weeks ago my dryer started to make really odd noises – mostly screeching – then it sounded like a train roaring down the tracks.  Hubby crawled around fixed my vent that was blowing fuzz all over the world and we determined it was all still working – so despite the new percussion band that had taken up residence inside – I kept using it.  

Then it stopped heating.  So that was that – need a new dryer – wasn’t planning on getting one – but here we are without one – so off to the store.

Has anyone priced gas dryers lately? The cheapest piece o’crap I could find was $500, $390 if it were electric, but we use gas.  Heart failure – cheap one setting dryer - $500??? Good dryer $1200+??? Average stuff in the middle $799??  

What happened in the last eight years since I bought the one that just died – do they have gold parts inside now? 

Feeling depressed and beaten down I went to the used store.  Since we border the hood, there are quite a few in the area – and really, the only new dryer I ever bought was the last one and it only lasted for eight years.  So here I am, back to buying someone else’s old repaired machine, because as much as I liked the $1200 dryer – I could fly to Jamaica, stay two nights, eat, drink and return home on that amount – and really – that sounds like a better deal to me.

So what you see unconscious on its side with a major head injury is a used dryer – it still wasn’t cheap.  It’s not a basic machine or a super deluxe one with golden parts on the inside, just a normal dryer with multiple setting choices.  And it’s big – would dry a quilt pretty easily – that is, if we can find a heartbeat.

Husband is doing his best right now to attend to the injuries.  I hope she’s a trouper – this whole affair has been a bit of a drag.  It’s not every day your dryer falls down and goes boom.

Oh, is that a timpani playing in my mind?  Yeah, that would make everything better.  Pina Colada?  Well thank you - yes, I think I will.  Make it two, I know someone else that could use one…

(Post Update - this is THE BEST dryer we have ever owned.  Now, it's not quite - because it's little mishap shook a few things up inside, but our stuff is dry in no time flat.  Love it!!  Thanks used dryer place - you rock!) 

#Dryer  #UsedDryer  #TwoWheeledCart

No Post 3/5/14

Will be back Friday

You Talkin' to Me?

I was lying in my bed the other morning when our little dog jumped up, landed on my bladder and thus produced a loud GUH -UGHH noise out of me.  When I pushed her off me and explained she was on my bladder and she needed to move - now, Trouble, I mean Rosie, clearly and promptly snorgled at me “Oh, get over it”.

What?  

Then I laughed.  This dog has a very distinctive voice – I call it a snorgle – it’s a somewhat throaty snort made while gurgling and breathing inward – I think.

When hubby comes home from work at night, she jumps up on his lap, sits upright on her hind legs and has a whole host of things to say to him each evening – we have no idea what they are, but I’m quite sure she is starting to mimic us and I did hear her snorgle she loves him the other day.  Of course, what's not to love about him?   

My first doggie used to yawn that to me all the time – at least that’s what I heard every time I opened the door and came into the house.  He also used to yawn “go for a ride”?  I was a sucker for both comments.

And Gunnie, well she is a pretty quite girl, except between 7:00 and 7:15pm.  Now, she doesn’t have anything specific to say – she just sidles up to your seat and starts being a sassy chatty thing.  It’s a full out bark, with a bit of a howl interspersed for variety.  I just figure she is telling me about her day – you know – that the mailman came to visit, the neighbor kids played hockey on the icy street, if her back legs hurt today and most important, she would like to know what time I’ll be serving her wet food late night snack.  

Of course, I ask her questions back, I mean she is visiting me and having a conversation – it’s a very loud 15 minutes – but after that, she goes back to her peaceful quite beautiful self. What a face!!