This is a rerun..

i am cheating...  I was sitting waiting for a friend to finish talking to another friend..  when I heard her friend say something that I had heard my grndson say about 5 years ago..   He said.. well, I can't do that.. because it is my day off..  Another one.. who thinks there is a day off from life...   so I thought I would run this one again..  both of these young people are in their low 30's and 25. 

AUGUST 16, 2021

Taking a day off from life…

Taking a day off from life….

Those of us who jumped in to 

the retirement life, know that 

we are busier than we were 

before when we worked.  And 

some of 

us,has wondered,  how 

did we ever get everything 

done that we needed to get 

done, when we were working 

and still doing things at 

home.   The answer is… you 

did a band aid job of the what 

the home stuff was. 

You did the heavy duty jobs on 

weekends and vacation time. 

That is why a lot of people 

didn’t  do much vacationing in 

the older days.. There were 

quick trips to grandparents 

home, if they did not live in 

the same state.  That was a car 

trip, with food and snacks and 

drinks in a cooler.  And when 

you left grandparents house… 

you had your cooler filled by 

grandma… fried chicken, 

maybe some salad.. fried 

potatoes and cookies freshly 

made… for your trip 

home.  These were usually 

once a year or every other 

year. 

Depending on how far away it 

was…  And if they lived close 

by, then there were project 

days on the weekend, to help 

out grandparents at their 

home.

Once you retire, after you 

catch on, that all projects don’t 

have to be done in 2 days or 

6… you break up the different 

parts of 

the project and you can slow it 

down. Even go to lunch with 

friends.. as the project will still 

be there tomorrow 

morning..  That is the good 

part of retirement. The hard 

part is saying NO, no thank 

you, I really don’t have 

time for that.. when some one 

tried to sign you up for 

volunteering for THEIR 

favorite charity or what ever…

But one of the things that 

makes me laugh at the newer 

generation… is they seem to 

think their two days off are 

THEIR DAYS OFF…  my 

guessing is from life as well as 

the job.. Because they will tell 

you, they don’t have time to fix 

this or that.. or get a project 

done on those two day off.. 

BECAUSE IT IS “MY” DAY 

OFF…  And no way, are they 

doing even an hour or two 

after work… just too tired….

So those of you over the age of 

70…. Did you do little to 

nothing on your weekends or 

after work?  What about 

YOUR parents..  I know my 

dad would work on some of

his projects 

for a couple hours .. some 

times after he ate dinner… He 

figured an hour here or there, 

was less to do on the 

weekend.. 

And if we were really lucky, 

and he had a couple hours free 

on Sunday… we got to go to 

the beach in the summer time.

After my dad retired, he still

was working, because they had 

a horse farm.. So the summers 

were full of haying..  Prepping 

for getting the grass tall 

enough to cut… cutting, 

tossing it and if the weather co-

operated, they got it loaded 

and in the barn in those few 

days… There were fences to 

mend… there was the fields to 

plow up…  And there were 

horse shows on the weekend.. 

Some times one day …some 

times the whole weekend.

In the winter it was not as 

busy.  I saw some wood 

carvings down in the 

basement 

in his work shop… when I was 

visiting from the West coast… 

I told him how cool I thought 

they were.. and asked.. how 

come you never did these 

when we were growing up…. 

And he looked at me and 

smiles..  “when did I have 

time?” 

Between work and 

keeping our place together… 

there was never time..

Guess he didn’t believe in Days off from Life…

 

Living with Frosty…

Living with Frosty…

I am late today with my post as I went to the vets with Frosty. She was sooooooooooooo good.  She did not fight the kennel… she just laid down…  so must be use to it..

At the vets..  have you seen that picture of Norman Rockwell, of waiting in the waiting room..  I think it might be a little boy..  Anyway, that is the way I felt today as we waited for the vet. 

 

Sitting in  chair with a round back…with my legs crossed, and Frosty sitting on my lap….

Just waiting.  (found this on line)  yep that was us.

Patiently  waiting..  and she was so good.  Even when other dogs came and went. 

We got to see Misty’s vet.. so that was super great.  Frosty passed with flying colors..  Vet said she is in good shape and doing just wonderful after having her pups.    She got all of her shots that she need.. and made arrangements for the 27^th to get spayed and while she is out, she will get her teeth cleaned.

AND  WE FOUND OUT THAT OCTOBER 12^TH IS HER BIRTHDAY!!!  4 years old…  how cool is that.. 

 

Hey Ava, you have a birthday pal…

 

What food do you eat different than others do?

What food do you eat different than others do?

As a kid, mom made peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches.   (that is marshmallow crème to others) also she made peanut butter and relish sandwiches. Have not come across anyone else who has eaten them, except a guy who was raised in Mass.

Also I was not big on veggies as a kid.  Oh, I ate them.. in our household, you ate what ever is on the plate. Already told you about the days of eating liver and I still don’t to this day.  But sure ate it then.. and if I didn’t finish it for dinner, there it was on the plate for breakfast and lunch and dinner again.. until it was gone.. There is no way to make liver edible   Not ketchup nor mustard helped.

But one of my favorites, thanks to my dad… is BEETS.. with -- hand on to your hats….  With mayonnaise on it. Because that is the way Dad ate it.. and my Dad was my hero.. so what every he did .. was top drawer…   Well, kind of.. because he loved liver…  but I forgave him that transgression.

So even today, I love beets with mayonnaise.  But I also like pickled beets.

Funny how when you are a kid you don’t like certain things and then love them later in life.. like black olives..   loved the green ones, but really didn’t like the black ones. Now I love them.. by themselves, in Mexican food and of course pizza.

 

But still never have changed my mind about LIVER.. UGH!!!

Getting to know you… getting to know all about you…

Getting to know you… getting to know all about you…

Living with Frosty.. and the scary Wed.

We got Frosty on Saturday..  and the potty outside isn’t going well..   We have been walking around and around the yard.. to no avail..   Reminding me of the book called Everynight, Josephine.. about her battle of getting her dog to potty outside.. and how after a half hour to an hour of walking the streets of New York with her poodle.. the dog would pee on the floor 5 minutes later..  That is Frosty.

So I mention to her previous owner about having trouble of getting her to settle down and not potty in the house.  She said the little devil..  just tell her to go potty….  She will do it.. OH, you do use pads inside the house.. RIGHT?   Well, no.. no one said anything about that.. lol  who knew..  With Misty we just took her potty every two hours and after a couple of months we would let us know.. but we did offer anyway, every 2 hours..  She could hold it up to 6 hours..  but we didn’t like to let her go.. so our visiting time with others were kept at 4 hours.   ..  So I get the pads the next day.. Yes she does pee on the pad and poop.. BUT NOT OUTSIDE.. WE ARE STILL WORKING ON THAT..  The neighbors must think we are a nut case, as we trail behind this dog, say a mantra of … go potty… go potty Frosty..   go pee .. go pee..  but if they have potty trained their dog, they will understand..    so if you see a grey hair woman in the dark walking her back yard..  saying over and over.. go poop,   go potty… go potty..  that would be me.

Then on Wed.  she scared the crap out of us..   We had gone all around the fence and gates to look for escape areas.. and thought we had it covered.. NOT..

See the King got tired of walking the yard with a lease in hand…  so he let her loose but stayed with her.. So he informed me when I got up.. she goes in and out of the doggy door really well, so you can just let her go on her own..  SHE WILL BE FINE.. he says..   yea right..  She went in and out of the door 3 times.. so thought well maybe…  I went to get the wash out of the hamper, to put in the washer..  and looked around…         WHERE IS THE DOG!?..  all thru the house.. NO DOG.. all thru the yard.. front and back.. NO DOG… so walked up and down the road.. NO DOG… he drove up and down the roads.. NO DOG..   So how do we tell the previous owner… we lost the DOG!!... look some more before I tell her..    Then gave up and put up a missing note on our local Facebook  forum.. and   BINGO!! There she is.. in all her glory..  she has been photographed and taken to the local animal shelter.. We raced over.   But forgot to bring a picture of her..  Told them I have a photo of her with me. (thank you daughter for taking a picture of us on Monday) …  So back to the house to get the picture.. message the previous owner, that the shelter will probably be calling her..   Go back with picture..  Ok, that proves that I KNEW THE DOG.. but is it MINE DOG?  THE CHIP SAYS NO.  The first owner ,  gives info.. that the dog went to another person and that person’s name.    So while I gave all the info I had.. I did not have the previous owners phone number.  So went back home.. got a message from the previous owner.. and I gave her the phone number to call and the gals name..  Then the call came..  come get YOUR dog. ..  Whew..  so back there..   The gals was really super nice..  when we talked she said she thought the dog was mine. (picture) but legally she couldn’t release her until she got word..   So we went back over and got FROSTY.. who was no worse for the wear…  We found out that she went east, not west of our house..   she was in the flaming HIGHWAY…      and some wonderful women, got out of their cars, and blocked the highway, and rounded her up…  OH THANK GOD!!!...   We got home.. and once again we are  circling the yard..  check and double checked. There were two ify paces.. so the King blocked them..  But I am in no hurry to let her loose again..  it is back to the leash.. and walking the yard.. and her going in circles.. and the cat joining us and trying to trip me, while Frosty tries to trip me with the lease.. and back to …  GO POTTY..  GO POTTY..  bit again.. 

Got to say we are saving on our rug, as she is using the pads really well… 

The gal at the shelter said there is a 3 and 3 rule.. 3 weeks for her to feel like it is her home.. and 3 months to feel we are her family…   Misty was soooooooooooooo much easier.. but Misty was a tiny puppy..  and Frosty is 4.  So we shall make it..  keep telling myself that.. 

OH… ONE MORE THING… 

When we got Frosty… the King said.. we are not going to share our bed with her… like we did with Misty… I agreed.. So what happen on Thursday night?... you got it right.. he bends down and picks her up and puts her under the covers..  I said.. what happen to we were NOT going to have her sleep with us..   He said quietly.. well she was crying.. and she put her paws up on the bed near my head and cried some more..  what could I do?    Oh, boy.. I think I have two to train.. but yep, she is going to be sleeping on our bed.   GEESH!!...  good thing she is so dainty and cute.. 

TO CALL OR NOT TO CALL…

TO CALL OR NOT TO CALL…

That is the question of the day….

When you go to visit a friend… do you call first?

My mother would get upset if someone just drove up the driveway, with out prior notice..  It was the way she was raised as her parents did the same.. It was common courtesy, was her way of thinking.   If Dad talked to a friend and that friend came over.. and she was not told, she was some what upset.. to her it was a matter of manners.   Even if the person never came in the house but went to the barn with my dad..  That buffer it some what..  I look at it this way.. if someone calls ….. I can…

 

1.   say .. Yes, come on in, I will put on the coffee…

2.   say, sorry, but this isn’t a good day for a visit..(which can be, I am arguing with my spouse,  I have company, I have a sales person here… and or even afternoon sex)

3.    say we were just getting ready to leave, how about tomorrow..

4.   Sorry I am not feeling well..

 

All of these embarrassing moments can be avoided if you CALL.. So that is why I feel a cringe if the King just wants to stop by…   You see, he is fine with just dropping by.. and deal with what ever..   Guess his parents were like that…

So I guess it is how were raised.

If someone just drops by here, I am a little edgy.. as maybe my house isn’t as clean as I would have liked.. maybe giving me a chance to pick up a few things. Or maybe I am in the middle of baking.. and have to keep an eye on the oven?  Or maybe I am watching a show that I can’t tape… and it is important to me…  So many reasons.. if I just was given a heads up..  Doesn’t have to be a day before.. just a few minutes is good.. and if there is a reason .. it isn’t a good day for me.. then I can say so.

Only one I let break this rule.. is my kids..

I don’t think men get it..  after all what the heck.. they don’t care if people judge their actions or home.. I guess..  If it is them going to his garage.. that is cool with me. 

How about you?  are you a call ahead… or just drop in.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

ALMOST HAD A FLAMING HEART ATTACK…

ALMOST HAD A FLAMING HEART ATTACK… 

I went down to the post office yesterday and saw the gas was at $4.44 which is 5 cents more than 4 days ago..  that was at 9:30am… 

Then at 10 after 1 pm… I go by the same gas station and it is a FLAMING $4.59!!!!!!   IT JUMPED 14 CENTS IN JUST A MATTER OF HOURS!!   What happen to raising gas a couple of cents at a time…  with a week or so between. 

All I could think was thank goodness we were not on our vacation still..  

My daughter was in Coeur d’ Alene yesterday and gas was $4.04… a gallon..   Now Cda (as we call it) does run about 10 to 20 cents cheaper than us.. BUT 40 CENTS? 

I had not hear of any major thing in the news of gas going up like it does before a holiday..  and there is no holiday in sight.   This usually happens just before Labor Day or Christmas week.  

Hope your gas is stable..   and luckily we filled up a couple of days ago…IN CDA..for $4.04 at Walmart.

 

AND.. wow.. what happen to September? We are just 4 days away from October.. it seem like we just walked into September..   I need a cup of coffee to settle my nerves.  Gas raising..  month just about over..  too much for me today.  Hope your day is going well.

MEET FROSTY….

MEET FROSTY….

We lost our Misty girl in April of 2020…  It about wiped us out emotionally…  Took a long time not to cry when seeing her pictures..

I, for one, had decided not to do that again.. For one thing was the emotional part, but also with our age.. hate to leave behind a dog for the family to deal with.. 

But the King had decided a couple of months ago, that he would like to get another Doxie..   So we notified the breeder that we got Misty from.  Told her we didn’t want to puppy this time..  an older one.. maybe one of her retired show girls..  Well, as it happen she had one.. but she wanted one more litter out of her before they let her go.    In June,  she had her pups and we were on notice that in 8 weeks she would be available. 

We had a wedding to go to..  so asked if we could do it the second week of September… and she said yes.. 

We got home from the wedding and started replacing all the things we got rid of with Misty…   And then … we got the call that it could be this past weekend..

Sure enough, her husband made arrangements to bring her by on Saturday.  

So far she has warmed up to me …. Kind of..  she won’t come to me.. nor the King, so the back yard is out… until she does.. so it is lease time until then..    I stupidity did let her go .. to scout out the yard about 2 hours after the man left..  boy, that was a mistake..  we finally got her corralled so I could get her..  

I put a collar on her..  and take her out with lease.. she does pretty well on it..  already did the circle the human around the legs bit.. 

When I sit on the couch, she will come over and sit with me..  will stay as long as I do.. but if I get up, then she wants to go find a hiding place.   Once in a while she will come to let me to put her on the chair with me.. and lay down as long as I am there.    She came to the King once… he has taken her to the chair to sit with him a couple of times.  

So it will take some time for her to get use to us.. and once she will come to us when we call her, she will get free rein for the back yard that is fenced and gaited. 

So meet FROSTY… a 4 year old ex show girl..  she is long haired and a mini..

update.. found out she wasn't a ex show girl. BUT produced several show pups..  

British for the Day….

British for the Day…. 

I think just about all of the USA viewers felt a little bit of British yesterday…  Watching the process of the country of England give their Queen a farewell.   Over the weekend people stood in line for up to 17 hours..  I truly can’t think of any American, who would stand in line for 17 hours to wait to see the casket  for 3 seconds ..of someone here in this country.  Not a rock star, not congress person.. SURELY not a President..  Although there were thousand who stood by the road side to watch the train carry Lincoln and FDR…   It is one thing to go and wait at a railroad track for maybe 2 hours while you wait for the train go by..  but it another to wait in a town… on the sidewalk moving slowly… very slowly… to see anyone. Not any American..  here…  Some did in England I guess.

I did not get up a 3am. To watch the procession.   As they said it would be 6am EST.. making it 3am here.   I did see some of it at 7am.. which means it was over by the time I got up and being rebroadcasted.   With the thousand that waited in line to go into see the casket.. there were probably just as many along the possessions trip from the palace to the church and beyond.

She was a good queen.. while family members did make the head lines…  Prince Andrew… and even Charles when he was seeing his future wife while still married to his first wife.. who was dearly loved by the public.  But I do not know of anything she did that was out of order.   If you got to see some of the personal pictures and videos of her life as a horse woman… driving cars. hunting.  and her dogs ..  all of which was her passion.   Also saw where she was a mechanic of sorts during WWII.  She was no light weight.   She held her head high.. never bring dishonor to her country. 

So to my British friends.. I send my regards to the lost of your QUEEN… she lead a wonderful proud life.  She served the country well.. and now for her rest, with her husband and parents and sister.   God Bless……   AND GOD SAVE THE KING.. KING CHARLES..   his mother raised the bar high.. and hopefully he does too.

TIPPING..

I HATE TIPPING…   I hated when I use to be a waitress and I really hate it now!!

I hated it when I got my first waitress job as a teen in Florida.

Just give me an hourly wage and let it go.. don’t give me slave wages..  (50 cents an hour) and figure I will make the rest up in tips..  Some people tip really well, some tip lousy and some don’t tip at all..  But at least I didn’t have to pay taxes on it .. like they made it a law when Reagan was in office.. (another reason why I was not fond of that man)

And then came the day of putting your tips in a jar.. and at the end of the shift.. a percentage went to the clean up crew (the ones who clean the tables off and etc) and then the cook…  WHY THE HELL did he get part of my tips? He was already getting 6 times my wages.  And then there was the lazy waitress, who got part of my tips.. because I was putting in good money as I worked my tail off.. and she was getting lousy ones because she was rude and slow and sloppy.  So I hated tipping..  Especially when the owner then took out of it what he thought the tax would be on the tips.. or worse yet.. tally the receipts of what the food was.. and figured we SHOULD have gotten a 15% tip, and that would be taxed at such..  when in fact there were some who left a $10 bill and other who would leave a $1 bill or even two quarters.  Yep.. I HATED TIPPING.. 

Now I am on the other side of the coin so to speak..  I am the tipee..  For several years, what I left for a tip was considered pretty good..  I use to be in their shoes.. I did not discount my waitress when it was the cooks fault the food wasn’t up to par.. or he was super late getting it out..   Don’t beat up the messengers was my thought..   she was trying her best to cover for him..  extra coffee..  message of when it was going to be coming out.. and etc..  She tried.. he did not.

Then came the automatic 20% on your bill tab… before you even got a chance to decide.. at the fancy restaurants.  So I didn’t go there anymore…

I tip $3 for breakfast and $5 for lunch and dinner…  and if I have small children with me.. I tip $10 because I know what a mess they make.

When I mention that is my tipping rate.. I was shamed and thought to be horrible person.   I am sorry.. but that is all I can afford..  and when I mention that….  I was told..

IF YOU CAN AFFORD 20% OR 25%..  THEN STAY HOME..    WHAT?  WHAT?  Who the hell are you to tell me I should stay home.. that I am not rich enough to go out to dinner?  I was pissed and thought the person was rude. 

But found others say the same to other people. 

Going out to dinner anymore is not a pleasure as it use to be.  Use to be, if you timed it right.. you had a nice meal and in fairly quiet room..  Now .. you have children running around..  if you happen to sit in a booth, you get children kicking the back of your booth.. there is noise all over. And not so much the children.. as it is those who have to shout in their cell phones so everyone gets to hear their conversations.   If we happen to go out to dinner anymore.. we go at 3:45 … and get the dinner meal.. before everyone else gets off work.   And we are leaving as they come in.

But we have down graded to lunch and some times breakfast..  lot quieter for one..  the meals are a little cheaper, so the tip isn’t so big.. and my tips are correct for those others.. 

You know there should be some math person who can figure out what the cost of the meal is.. add the 10 to 15% into the price and call it good and outlaw all tipping in that restaurant.    

 One place had kitchen help tax.. what the HELL IS THAT? You are already taking the waitress tips and dividing it with the kitchen help… LIKE I SAID……… I HATE TIPPING..

I am confused… what era am I in?

I am confused…  what era am I in?

I heard on the news that the Governor of Florida put a bunch of people on a plane to land in Mass.   Isn’t that human trafficking?  Isn’t that illegal?

So is this the new … how to get rid of people in your state.. You just put them on a plane and ship them to another state?   Will the state of Mass.. sue the state of Florida for the housing of the people?  The other governors ought to love that..  So is the homeless next?  Spokane has about 500 to 600 in one of the camps that the homeless made…  that ought to be an airliner full..  where do they ship them?  South maybe.. where the weather is warmer in the winter..   Seems to me years ago.. there was talk of Seattle taking some of their homeless and give them a free BUS ride (Seattle has a limited budget than Florida state)  to a southern state.  But still, if a private person did this.. I think it would be called human trafficking.   (update) just heard since I wrote this..  that Texas is busing to other states that have Democrat governors..    and some are thinking the same..  AND these people will remain in office?  Is this the new norm?  State governors shipping out people they don't like in their state??   And if you think, oh well... think again.. because you could be just two pay checks away from being shipped also.   These are politicians FOR the people..  I don't think so...   

And now we have some of the bigger companies building apartment buildings for their workers.  We have at least two of them going up here in Sandpoint.  My question… if you get fired, or quit.. do you lose your apartment?  When they talked about it..  I thought yes, that is a nice thing to do.. building your own apartments for your workers for cheaper than the outrageous rent of $2,000 a month rent, if you can even find a place.   But some where in the back of my mind, was Tennessee Ernie’s song… I owe my soul to the company store…