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all women hate scales.
May. 12th, 2012 06:15 pmtoday I
Worked on my parade float with my dad - yesterday and today - I probably could have done it myself (or with J's help) - but I do like to find little jobs that make him feel useful. Unfortunately because he is doing it - it is costing me more money. Which is okay. and it will be very durable - able to withstand 18 wheelers driving past on the highway and suspend small children ready to view it as a jungle gym. - really the main purpose of the current project is just to provide a little shade for the participants. Why did we do it this weekend? - because my mom is out of town of course. Without my mom around to keep him in check I should have known he would get into the box the minute my SIL dropped it and the trailer off at his house.
J - went to the walk in clinic AND did the groceries while I was at my dad's
Came home, picked up poops in the yard and then cut the grass
Cuddled with Daisy Mae - who is presently a little piddle of Daisy out in the lawn. She's finally waking up to the fact that all this space in the lawn - yeah - you can go there. It's allowed. Which would be nice because she's used to a much smaller space. This is evidenced by the fact that although she has an acre of lawn to do her business in? - she does all her poops and pees within about 20 feet of the deck.
Had a nap. - which I needed.
Now I should be working on my bookkeeping and am instead writing this journal entry.
Daisy Mae is settling in. She's got 'issues' her joints & her teeth. but she is really the sweetest thing. even if she can't manage to walk very far or climb any stairs. She's undemanding and makes the saddest eyes at you - all in effort to get you to just sit down on the floor and pet, please pet me, just there, rub my head & my neck - and my belly too if you could and right behind my ears and... oh just anywhere.
She is on a diet. I'm hoping it lessons the strain on her joints to take off a few pounds. Plus with no hair you can SEE the pudge. Even her tail is fat. I'm sure she'd feel better when her hair grows back. When we got to the vet's office on Monday she was happy to go anywhere - but did NOT want to stand on the scale. Poor girl. It was one of the more wobbly ones I've seen but still scales = diets and I'm sure it isn't the first time.
She's not Pandora but she does make me feel better. She gives me someone to care for, who needs me, who holds me when I cry, who I'm not making feel worse when I do. It's not hard to love her.
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Well - that's it for My Washing Machine - it was a front load Kenmore and has been never been very good at washing the clothes. It's 3- maybe 4 years old. and it's crapped out. So - we've decided to replace it. Piece of junk. But it leaves me trying to fit a trip to the laundry mat into my day tomorrow.
Worked on my parade float with my dad - yesterday and today - I probably could have done it myself (or with J's help) - but I do like to find little jobs that make him feel useful. Unfortunately because he is doing it - it is costing me more money. Which is okay. and it will be very durable - able to withstand 18 wheelers driving past on the highway and suspend small children ready to view it as a jungle gym. - really the main purpose of the current project is just to provide a little shade for the participants. Why did we do it this weekend? - because my mom is out of town of course. Without my mom around to keep him in check I should have known he would get into the box the minute my SIL dropped it and the trailer off at his house.
J - went to the walk in clinic AND did the groceries while I was at my dad's
Came home, picked up poops in the yard and then cut the grass
Cuddled with Daisy Mae - who is presently a little piddle of Daisy out in the lawn. She's finally waking up to the fact that all this space in the lawn - yeah - you can go there. It's allowed. Which would be nice because she's used to a much smaller space. This is evidenced by the fact that although she has an acre of lawn to do her business in? - she does all her poops and pees within about 20 feet of the deck.
Had a nap. - which I needed.
Now I should be working on my bookkeeping and am instead writing this journal entry.
Daisy Mae is settling in. She's got 'issues' her joints & her teeth. but she is really the sweetest thing. even if she can't manage to walk very far or climb any stairs. She's undemanding and makes the saddest eyes at you - all in effort to get you to just sit down on the floor and pet, please pet me, just there, rub my head & my neck - and my belly too if you could and right behind my ears and... oh just anywhere.
She is on a diet. I'm hoping it lessons the strain on her joints to take off a few pounds. Plus with no hair you can SEE the pudge. Even her tail is fat. I'm sure she'd feel better when her hair grows back. When we got to the vet's office on Monday she was happy to go anywhere - but did NOT want to stand on the scale. Poor girl. It was one of the more wobbly ones I've seen but still scales = diets and I'm sure it isn't the first time.
She's not Pandora but she does make me feel better. She gives me someone to care for, who needs me, who holds me when I cry, who I'm not making feel worse when I do. It's not hard to love her.
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Well - that's it for My Washing Machine - it was a front load Kenmore and has been never been very good at washing the clothes. It's 3- maybe 4 years old. and it's crapped out. So - we've decided to replace it. Piece of junk. But it leaves me trying to fit a trip to the laundry mat into my day tomorrow.
