Friday, December 28, 2007

Rant Warning

Beeep Beeeeep, Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.

The Early Rant Warning System is in effect for the following blog: "Nancy's Garden Spot". There is a major depression, associated with a line of temper and grumbles. Tear-showers have been reported. All sensitive souls should take cover and not come out for a couple of days.

Beeeeep Beeeeeeeeeeep

This has been a warning from the Early Rant Warning System.

I do not have a lot of money to spend on Christmas gifts. To make up for that, I put an extra effort into making what I give appropriate, useful, whimsical or I try to give gifts that will make the recipient happy to have gotten the gift, either because it's unusual, and useful, unusual and whimsical or just....right...for the person.

I get major enjoyment in watching these gifts being opened.

My mom insisted that 'Pup and I had to be in BC for Christmas Eve so that we could be at her house early Christmas morning to see the little kids open their presents. Okay. Why we (childless) had to be there was a little obscure, but we came down and checked into the hotel after delivering 4 fully loaded laundry baskets full of presents to be put under the tree.

The next morning, we were up early and waiting for the call from HSN to come to my mom's house for the opening of the presents. We finally got the call and scurried down.

They'd already started opening presents, and were, in fact, almost finished.

They "just couldn't wait".

Didn't take 'Pup and I long to open our presents. There were only 8 between the two of us, 3 of which we'd brought from our house as they'd been presents we'd bought with HSN for us to open (we'd thought she'd be waking up at our house Christmas morning).

My other sister was due to come later that day to my mom's house to open presents. "Oh well", thought I, "at least I'll get to see them open our presents."

So, we had brunch. Unfortunately, I'd been in a considerable amount of pain earlier, and the pain pill didn't sit well with brunch. So, brunch didn't stay long with me. I didn't feel well.

'Pup and I went back to the hotel room to lay down. Again, we were told that we'd be called in plenty of time to come back when my sis and her family came.

Again, they "just couldn't wait".

We got there as they were finishing up. There were 2 more (coffee cups) presents for us.

I expressed my displeasure at the fact that I'd not been able to watch my gifts being opened. I wanted to know if the gifts were liked. They were. I'd gotten each of my older nieces a set of three nesting metal boxes, decorated with bead work. In the smallest box, I'd tucked in a pair of gold earrings. The box and a matching pen were in a sheer fabric bag decorated with more bead work. The girls were already wearing the earrings and had evidently ooo'd and awww'd over the little boxes.

Wish I'd been there.

I also gave a set of the boxes and a pair of earrings to my oldest great-niece. At seven, I thought she was just old enough to appreciate it. She did. I actually got to see her open them. She was delighted and had the good manners to come over and tell me how much she liked it. She said she was glad she'd gotten some earrings from me, 'cause she'd seen all the other girls had boxes with jewelry but her, and she'd been feeling sad, but now she was glad, because now everyone had gotten some jewelry.

Guess who didn't.

Dinner didn't stay with me long either. All in all, not a good day.

Next year, 'Pup and I might visit at our own leisure, to bring gifts when we feel like it. We'll not expect any in return. It is obvious that the consideration flows one way. Whatever.

Oh, and I just got a call. One of the gifts I was given to open wasn't mine. Seems there was a mix up due to the fact that I share a name with my mother and my sister shares a name with my mother's friend.

I guess I'll be making a trip to the post office.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

The Christmas Spirit

I've been fighting for the Christmas Spirit this year. I've been fighting the blues all summer and fall, and into the winter.

Wrapping presents tonight has helped a little. I got to watch some Christmas movies...they helped too. The trouble with working the hours I do is that I had to miss some of my favorite shows this year. No Grinch, no Christmas Story, no Charley Brown's Christmas for me. I missed them.

It's been a little harder this past week too, because HSN went back to stay with my mom. The good news is that my mom is doing much better. She's stronger and has moved back home to BC. I'm not sure she was really well enough to do that, but she wanted to go home, and my mom has a very strong will.

So, we've been missing her, 'Pup and I and the dogs and the cat. She's going to have to come back soon to get the rest of her things, as we didn't know she'd be staying down in BC. We'll be bringing her some of the things she left behind that she misses most, like her CD player and CD's......if we can find them.

The family member that's got my teeth on edge is my brother T. He and another of my sister's, HSN's mom have had a long term feud and his response is to treat the kids as if they were dirt. He is not only rude to them, he goes out of his WAY to be rude to them. My mom wanted us to bring HSN to his house to meet her and go home with her. My brother managed to NOT say hello or good-bye to her, or me, or 'Pup, for that matter. We were pretty much....inconsequential. However, we WERE supposed to ooooo and AAAHHHH over his new condo, and the Christmas gifts he was having my mom wrap for him that were to go to the children of my OTHER sister. The one he likes. The one he thinks is worthy of his esteem.

I used to be worthy of his esteem, but I finally reached my snapping point with him a year back and I guess I hurt his feelings by telling him that I was tired of him acting like a rude idiot. My other sister doesn't have all that high a regard for him, and my bro-in-law REALLY does not think very well of him, but they've been able to stay polite so far.

And tonight, I'm kinda PO'd at my mom too. See, today she went back to visit T. Now, mind you, he lives about 15 minutes farther from her than I do, but somehow....I live too far away to visit. But that's not what I'm angry about. Today, he had my other sister and her children to his condo to give then their gifts. (See, he told my mom last week that he was sorry he couldn't go to her house on Christmas, but he just COULDN'T be around THOSE people---and I was sitting just across the table from him...and HSN was sitting next to him).

MY MOM SEEMED TO FIND IT NECESSARY TO TAKE HSN WITH HER TO VISIT MY BROTHER. Knowing that there would be presents for everyone BUT her from her uncle. KNOWING that my brother would not acknowledge her existence, she TOOK. HER. WITH. HER. TO. HIS. HOUSE.

Oh, she DID have the foresight to bring a present from HER house for HSN to unwrap while everyone else unwrapped a present from T. And yes, HSN did notice and knew what was going on. She said she didn't care, it didn't matter. She just ignored him.

When I spoke to my mom tonight I told her that I thought that she should not have ever done that and that she should NEVER do it again. It's just not right.

Ho, Ho, frickin' HO.

Jingle Bombs

Again, a warning, this contains language not normally seen on this blog, and it is funny.

It is also what I wish for all terrorists for the coming year. Jingle bombs y'all...courtesy of the U.S. Army.

I've not mentioned it often, but I've a nephew in Iraq. He's 'Pup's sister's son, and is due to come home for some leave after the holidays, so we'll be celebrating Christmas on that side of the family a little later. (good thing too, 'cause pa-in-law's afghan ain't quiiiite dun yet) Oh, and 'Pup's nephew moved up from Private Nephew to Corporal Nephew a few weeks back.

Peace be upon you all.

(btw...y'all would not beLIEVE the number of google hits Achmed the Dead Terrorist seems to generate!)

Time Passing

I've seen several of the more popular of the bloggers have been selling calendars made with their own photographs. I think I'd like to do that next year. I think I have enough good flower pictures to choose at least 12 to 14 good ones for a calendar, I'm thinking I could go through Cafe or go looking for some other site that handles custom printed calendars. I'd want one that would use MY photos though.

Call me vain. Sometimes, I want it to be about me.

My pardon, the last sentence is a veiled reference to the fact that one of my siblings has gotten WAY under my skin, and put my teeth on edge. As in...I'd like to have put my teeth on the edge of that sibling's knee and chomped hard. Very hard. Chomp, Chomp, CHOMP.

Thank you, I feel MUCH better now.................

Wednesday, December 19, 2007


Your Score: Fennel

You scored 25% intoxication, 25% hotness, 100% complexity, and 50% craziness!

You are Fennel! You're a cool cat. Crisp, clean, fresh, and extremely complicated. You're like quantum physics or modern jazz. Think Niels Bohr meets Ornette Coleman. You may look normal now, but once you sprout, you look kind of, uh, funny.

Link: The Which Spice Are You Test written by jodiesattva on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

A Double Honor

Two Ladies I think very highly of, Erica and Becky have given me the honor of tagging me with the Colors of Friendship Award.

After Erica pointed me to Mrs Who from House of Zathras, I found the explanation of the colors. (in other words, Ah dun lifted dem frum her blog en-tire):

The Colors of Friendship

Once upon a time the colors of the world started to quarrel. All claimed that they were the best. The most important. The most useful. The most beautiful. The favorite.

Green said: “Clearly I am the most important. I am the sign of life and of hope. I was chosen for grass, trees and leaves. Without me, all animals would die. Look over the countryside and you will see that I am in the majority.”

Blue interrupted: “You only think about the earth, but consider the sky and the sea. It is the water that is the basis of life and drawn up by the clouds from the deep sea. The sky gives space and peace and serenity. Without my peace, you would all be nothing.”

Yellow chuckled: “You are all so serious. I bring laughter, gaiety, and warmth into the world. The sun is yellow, the moon is yellow, and the stars are yellow. Every time you look at a sunflower, the whole world starts to smile. Without me there would be no fun.”

Orange started next to blow her trumpet: “I am the color of health and strength. I may be scarce, but I am precious for I serve the needs of human life. I carry the most important vitamins. Think of carrots, pumpkins, oranges, mangoes, and papayas. I don’t hang around all the time, but when I fill the sky at sunrise or sunset, my beauty is so striking that no one gives another thought to any of you.”

Red could stand it no longer he shouted out: “I am the ruler of all of you. I am blood - life’s blood! I am the color of danger and of bravery. I am willing to fight for a cause. I bring fire into the blood. Without me, the earth would be as empty as the moon. I am the color of passion and of love, the red rose, the poinsettia and the poppy.”

Purple rose up to his full height: He was very tall and spoke with great pomp: “I am the color of royalty and power. Kings, chiefs, and bishops have always chosen me for I am the sign of authority and wisdom. People do not question me! They listen and obey.”

Finally Indigo spoke, much more quietly than all the others, but with just as much determination: “Think of me. I am the color of silence. You hardly notice me, but without me you all become superficial. I represent thought and reflection, twilight and deep water. You need me for balance and contrast, for prayer and inner peace.”

And so the colors went on boasting, each convinced of his or her own superiority. Their quarreling became louder and louder. Suddenly there was a startling flash of bright lightening, thunder rolled and boomed. Rain started to pour down relentlessly. The colors crouched down in fear, drawing close to one another for comfort.

In the midst of the clamor, rain began to speak: “You foolish colors, fighting amongst yourselves, each trying to dominate the rest. Don’t you know that you were each made for a special purpose, unique and different? Join hands with one another and come to me.”

Doing as they were told, the colors united and joined hands.

The rain continued: “From now on, when it rains, each of you will stretch across the sky in a great bow of color as a reminder that you can all live in peace. The Rainbow is a sign of hope for tomorrow.” And so, whenever a good rain washes the world and a Rainbow appears in the sky, to let us remember to appreciate one another.

Now, I get to pass along the honor to those I feel brighten the world by working with others and doing their best to leave things better.

Luna's most blessed human friend from Soul Knitting
Marilyn from The Land of Moo
Knitter Painting Woman from A Journal to A Muse, who has recently lost a dear friend...she needs a hug, y'all.
Lori from Home Burrough: Residence of the Unknowable Shrone who has recently achieved her MA! Congratulations are in order!
Herself from Herself's Houston Garden She teaches me something every time I go to her site!
Cheryl from What's Up, Down or Done

I could name a lot more, but a lot of those I could name have been tagged!

Tuesday, December 18, 2007


Exercise is a very good thing. Really, it is. It's good for the heart and the soul and the body.

The only problem is that most exercises require that you use your legs. Yes, I can walk. I can stand. I just can't do either for very long. And I miss being able to do a lot of things.

At Christmas, I miss being able to walk all over the mall and look at every single thing I don't plan on buying. I miss going DOWN stairs quickly. Oh, I could do that so quickly...I'd skim each step so lightly it would feel as if I were sliding down the stairs. I miss being able to push a kid on a swing. I miss swinging.

I need to find some upper body exercises I can do that will help tone some muscle and get me to lose some weight. I tire so easily. I don't like getting tired. It scares me that when I'm on my feet too long, I'm in too much pain to stand up long before I get out of breath.

'Pup's been having some problems too. He's been having trouble absorbing some of the vitamins and calcium he needs. That's a side effect of the weight loss gastric bypass surgery. The doctor thinks he may have an early case of osteoporosis. He needs a low impact exercise routine, like an elliptical machine, perhaps.

Hopefully the extra calcium and sunlight and exercise will help 'Pup decrease the need for pain meds, 'cause I worry about that too.

Saturday, December 15, 2007


No, it's not going to snow here. Perish the thought!

But you might like going to make a snowflake
  • or three....
  • Bright, Shiny Things...

    I don't have much good jewelry. I have a few pairs of gold earings, a couple of necklaces and a bracelet, and of course, my wedding rings. I also have a couple of rings of small value.

    I'd like more. I never wanted bracelets when I was a little girl or young lady. I didn't like the way they moved up and down on my arm. I don't know why or what has changed, but I don't mind it anymore. I guess I'm finally ready for a gold bangle or three. 'Course, now's the time I'll never get

    My gifts this year will probably be more along the line of clothing, practical items, gift cards, ect. If I'm lucky, maybe someone will get me some yarn. That would be nice. And some new/more new knitting needles and crochet hooks, or even better, perhaps some short handled full sized garden tools like a shovel and a hoe?

    Ya never know.

    New TV Stuff

    I want my cable back. I know we're trying to be good about our money and save and not spend, and pay off... but I want cable back. No, don't EVEN talk to me about DISH network. They tried to cheat us and then it took me speaking very loudly and very firmly for them to understand that no, we weren't idiots and we weren't going to PAY for frickin' channels that did nothing but try to sell us stuff. And no, we weren't interested in sports at ALL.

    Though, come to think of it, the new cable company in town hasn't been making a good name for itself recently. Sigh.

    I dream of the time when 'Pup and I can go shopping for a new entertainment center, complete with TV, tv stands, audio center and speakers, a new DVD recorder, TIVO... Heck. We'd have no excuse to leave the house at all.

    Humm.... maybe I oughta rethink that idea.

    Thursday, December 13, 2007

    15 minues

    Ah 15 minutes.........or rather 24 hours of fame as the featured blogger for is over....

    but you can still find my blog there.

    It's called "Adaptive Gardening". It's a fairly new blog, so visitors there would be appreciated.

    Wednesday, December 12, 2007

    Roses, Blooms and 'Maters

    This is a bloom...purple heart or Tradescantia pallida. I put this picture first only because it is my favorite of the day.

    However.....this one comes a VERY close second.

    I mean...what's not to love about this?

    I love taking pictures the morning after a rainy night. The light is muted and the plants dewy fresh.

    This is a climbing yellow rose in the backyard. It was blooming the other day when I posted the other roses, I just didn't make it into the back yard with the camera that day. Most of the blooms show in the neighbors yard, it's so shady in my yard. Good thing I like those neighbors!

    The Pinata climbing roses have also been blooming. They show more in my yard, thankfully!

    The variations of color on this bush is an amazing thing.

    The Cherry Parfait buds open into the pretty blooms.

    I had thought for a couple of weeks that I'd lost my Peace Rose to the black spot, but it is slowly recovering and actually budded!
    And the yellow rose in front is coming on strong.

    The only bushes not blooming right now are the fushia pink Fragranza bush, the JFKennedy (white) rose bush (just planted this summer) and the lavender/lilac rose (also just planted this summer). Eight different rose bushes, not bad for a neophyte rose grower. Next spring, I'd like to add a deep red rose, and at least one or two more bicolor roses.
    The raindrops clinging to the white Mandevilla seem so clean and pure.

    This has hung on from the summer, through periods of too much rain and not enough. I'm hoping it will turn out to be as perennial as the angelonica.

    I still have some geraniums blooming as well.

    I've cut the coleus back and it's filling out a little. It had gotten way too leggy and had bolted. I'm hoping the pinch (well....whack) back will rejuvenate the plant.
    The variagated bougainvillea is still blooming, though it hasn't done a full bloom out even this year. Maybe next year.

    I cleaned out my herb bed and put a nice thick layer of mulch down. I've some oregano, marjoram, fennel, chives, thyme (two of them), sage and rosemary. Yes, my bed is two thyming me. (that's for Dana.)
    Now comes the sad news...
    We may be getting two nights of below freezing weather this weekend. Why is this bad news? Why???

    No, these are not pictures from earlier this summer. These were taken on December 12, 2007. If I can protect these plants from the frost coming, I might be able to pick some ripe tomatoes on Christmas morning. That's my challenge for the winter.
    I'm planning on making some temporary green house structures over and around the plants. I'll aso be covering the two fountains and moving the potted plants under cover there. The fountains should keep things warm enough for the potted plants (trapped heat in the water), and I am going to try some chemical hand warmers in the tomato enclosures. I'll post some pictures of what I end up making and if it works or not.
    Keep your fingers crossed.


    I've got a very special Christmas gift for Hot Stuff Niece.

    They're dog tags. The pink is because, well...she likes pink. I mean she really, really, really likes pink. The "Our Hero" is because she IS our hero. She's mentally challenged, and yet, has been able to get her CPR certification (with an oral test) and has learned to test my mom's blood glucose levels and knows what numbers are good numbers and what numbers are bad numbers. She has also learned to get what my mom needs when her blood glucose is so low that she becomes almost unresponsive. She has been able to get my mom to drink the orange juice (with sugar added, yuck!) and to monitor her. She has called 911 four times when she felt that she couldn't handle the emergency. She has very good judgement.

    The last time she called 911 was when my mom had such a high temperature that she was incoherent. From the hospital in BC, she was transferred to Methodist hospital. She stayed in Houston for 27 days.

    HSN has been instrumental in allowing my mom to live independently the last year. Mom hasn't wanted to take care of herself, suffering from an understandable depression after the death of my dad. HSN gave her a reason to get out of bed in the morning and HSN made sure, or tried to make sure that my mom ate something.

    HSN was the one to find my dad after his death. My dad died at home. My mom had been sleeping in another room because any movement of the bed caused him pain. HSN woke her grandmother, called her mother, and then went to the neighbors to tell them. The neighbors know HSN, and she's popular there. They protected her from the sight of my father being taken out of the house.

    HSN has done a lot and has achieved a lot more than many would have expected her to achieve. She was a champion bowler in Special Olympics and did well in track and field events too. She preferred bowling, as sweating is not her thing, but she did like winning. She was willing to sweat for a trophy.

    So, for Our Hero (the line blanked out is her real name) Hot Stuff Niece, I have a pink dog tag with an Olympic torch. It just seems...right...somehow.

    Tuesday, December 11, 2007

    All Charged Up

    I've created a monster.

    'Pup has discovered Starbucks.

    No, he's not fallen under the spell of their magical espresso machines. Instead, he is a Chai Tea lovin' addict. He even orders it...just so. "I'll have a Venti, Chai Tea Latte, with no foam and with Cinnamon sprinkled on top".

    Venti's start getting expensive y'all. I have taught him how to make them himself now, and he's stocked up at work. While all his co-workers are drinking coffee...he drinks tea.

    I married a man who walks to the beat of a different drummer. So different, in fact, that he's not actually a drummer, he's a trombone.

    But, I like trombones.

    This is NICE!

    I've another blog, the Adaptive Gardener on the local newspaper's 'net forum I was invited to be one of their bloggers (for free..sigh) but it was nice to be asked and I said yes, of course.

    The other day, I was reminded I might want to put in some content...oh. yah. Well...I'd been a little under the weather.

    So, I posted.

    I decided to repost the disappearing fountain how to that gets me so many many Google hits.

    They LIKED it!

    I'm going to be featured there tomorrow! Come check me out!

    Well. Humm.

    Remember the Pain post? Turns out my analogy of the pain in my legs as a kind of "leg migraine" wasn't too far off the truth. The Doc's put me on a new medicine, to treat the nerve pain by calming the irritated nerves. It's primary use? To treat migraines!


    Saturday, December 08, 2007


    Hells bells and Damnation. Looks like the critters that robbed me have a relative who had no compunction about stealing from anyone too. Does it run in the family? I thought we'd blocked the numbers of the checks I had, but I must have miscalculated.


    This is the critter in question. She wrote the check to herself and signed my name and then DEPOSITED it into her account at a Wacovia bank. Anyone who thinks they can do something with this info... consider yourself asked and given permission by me. Click it to get a better look.

    How much did they get? Take a look.

    Yeah, it says exactly what it looks like: Nine Hundred Seventy-Five Dollars.

    Okay, now. Those of you still conscious, don't worry, we've reported this to the bank and they're going to refund the money to us and they'll be going after the critter too. Fortunately, 'Pup's paycheck had hit before this check had, or it might have bounced and caused more trouble. As it is, we'll have to be careful-ish for a few weeks till we get the money back.

    And you know one of the most insulting things about this?

    On the memo line she wrote:

    Let me make this perfectly clear. I don't know a Dorothy M. Davis, and if I did, I wouldn't have $975.00 to lend her.


    Well. That Answers a Question.

    It's never been a big question in my head, but every once in a while I did wonder: "How do the big companies get all those computers, and update them so often, and how do they afford it?" This question mostly entered and passed through my mind when the computers at work in the Learning Center had hiccups.

    They're not very old...but they are beginning to show their ages. They're okay for the fairly limited uses we have for them, but when I visited 'Pup's new workplace one evening their bright, shiny and fairly brawny computers made me wonder again.

    I keep wondering what the Learning center will do when we have to replace the computers. The ones there now were put into place by the first owner, who, I believe may have been able to get them from another business who'd upgraded. The owner's husband was able to configure and set up the system and it's worked pretty well. The biggest problem was after the original owner's husband passed away, taking the administrator's password with him.

    So, what does a not so big business do to keep up to date with computer systems. Most smaller companies can't afford to buy outright. Most of them even rent the furnishings. I had wondered if they used a computer rental service. I wondered and I looked and.........they can.

    Wish I could rent a lap top.

    And I MISSED It!

    I've been an on and off member of an online community for about 7 years now. It started as a Yahoo message board thread and has morphed into a somewhat more permanent forum on another site.

    In 2005, a conversation started about possibly meeting each other in person. I started saving my pennies to go, but after 'Pup was laid off....there weren't as many pennies. And, it seemed as if I weren't the only one with penny The meet didn't happen.

    Well, I got busy this last summer and didn't look into the board as often as I should have. Sigh. They'd gone and arranged a meet. They met each other and had a grand time at one of the Vegas hotels.

    I'm going to have to keep up better!

    Thursday, December 06, 2007


    We had a light freeze Monday morning. It doesn't look as if anything were damaged much in the yard. I guess there are some good things about having a lot of well established plants.

    The only plants that look worse for wear are the ones for whom the growing year has come to a natural close. I've been able to save some seeds and they'll grace the yard again next year.

    Monday, we had some gents come by and rake some leaves and cut back some of the morning glories. 'Pup's been in some bad pain lately and I've not been at the top of my game either. Then on Sunday I woke up coughing and sounding like a frog. My speaking voice is normally fairly light and in the soprano range. With this cold, I sound like a baritone. I swear, my voice is actually buzzing, it's so low.

    The sun was out in full force today and I got a couple of pictures of the roses in the front yard. I'll take more backyard pictures tomorrow. Not all the pictures I took came out well as the sun was just too bright.
    The big pink rose bush is full of blooms.
    The yellow is making a comeback. We've been fighting black spot on it.
    Nothing seems to faze the Cherry Parfait. It was a Wal-Mart rose, by the way. Sometimes, you just get lucky.
    More tomorrow.

    Sunday, December 02, 2007

    10 year old girl, handcuffed and arrested

    I get the feeling this little girl will figure heavily in the memories of her teacher, but I'd be willing to bet money that she won't be missed all that much. And I bet her next teacher will cringe to see her name on the roster.

    Momma's gonna take her OUT of that nasty old school and school district and inflict...errr I mean TRANSFER her to a NEW district.

    I feel sorry for the new teacher.

    To Sleep

    Recently, sleeping has been a problem for me. Well, not sleeping so much, as...NOT sleeping. Somewhere I got my schedule off whack and I'm not sleeping at night. Not that I seem to have a problem during the morning hours, but not at night.

    I used to love the early morning in my garden. It's always so quiet that time of day. Just me and the birds and the breeze enjoying the new day.

    'Pup gets up so early in the morning to go to work. I hate to go into bed after he's asleep, because I wake him up and he doesn't get back to sleep easily. I'd sleep on the day bed in the office, but the mattress is just too hard. Things get very painful on a hard mattress. We got the daybeds firm mattresses because 'Pup likes them. But he's been sleeping on the nice soft king sized bed. Of course, he's sharing that bed with two largish dogs...

    Which brings up another difficulty with Butch. He just LOVES the bed, and the pillows and and the blankets, and most especially, he likes sleeping with and ON people. He's not a good bed mate. Chuckie is much less obtrusive. He just curls up in a tight ball at the foot of the bed and growls as he goes to sleep.

    Sometimes, he growls just loudly enough to wake himself up. He then looks around and wonders who the heck was in his house and growling. Charles is not the smartest of dogs... but he's sweet.

    Anyway. I think we need a new mattress for the daybed. I'd love to get one of the memory foam mattresses. I'd love to see if they live up to their promise of pure comfort. There are nights that I think 'Pup would like to use a really comfortable and comforting mattress too. His arthritis is just unrelenting just now. And the doc hasn't been on top of trying things to relieve it. I want to go to a Pain Doc, or Pain Clinic. Some thing's got to be done.

    Okay, let's see if I can sneak into bed and not wake anyone up. Shhhhhh....


    Life can be hard enough when you do it without a curtain pulled over your senses. I don't like taking my pain pills. First of all, they don't really relieve my pain. They just make the world a grayer place. I get tired and sleepy, and I'm still in pain. Not so bad when I don't have anywhere to be, but work gets kinda hard.

    I wonder, sometimes, at the people who say things like "Wow! This vicodin is GREAT!"

    They seem to be feeling something I don't get to feel. I don't fly. I just kinda...fall over.

    I suppose I'm glad really. My family history puts me at risk for addictive behavior (which, so far, I express as an addiction to food), and I'm just not a trendy enough person to carry off addiction treatment as a spa event.

    I have a feeling that those who go into a treatment plan to really get help, don't find it all that much fun.