Barking Like a Seal


So, last night I got a wonderful call and my most little brother, who is actually much bigger than me but considerably younger, is coming up to visit. No special reason that I know of, but it is nice. I will get to see all the girls too! So, of course everyone wakes up this morning coughing and sounding like barking seals.

Ain’t nobody got time for that! Insert Sweet Brown remix here.

Anyway, if nothing else the house will get a good dusting & vacuum, Even though I am allergic to cats, Pixie is really, really allergic so I need to try and de-Mama the house lol

She has been spending her days lounging on either the couches or the princess chairs and while I know the rule was supposed to be ‘no animals’ on the furniture, it had to be modified to ‘No Dogs’. Otherwise, the boys wouldn’t be allowed to sit on the couches either, and to be honest, everyone is too afraid of Mama to make her move.

This spring will make her about 24 giver or take a few- years old, I think- if the vets were correct when we first got her. Or she got us. But they said she was between 8 and 10 years old then and that was 2001, when she wandered up and dumped kittens on us. I wouldn’t trade her for anything though and I am glad she is as remarkably healthy as she is.

Boy, I really got off track there! So, with visitors coming, I am fairly certain they don’t know about the Menier’s yet, so I suppose we need to have a little talk. Joy, I am just so much better on paper, talking- not so much.

Which makes me come off as rude. Which I am not trying to be, but with my hearing working like an on/off switch, phone conversations are interesting and pretty annoying on my end.

Yes, I am well aware of the relay service I could get. But, I don’t want to do that. Just like I have a really handy, dandy walking stick that is customized for me and how I walk and while it makes a world a difference in making me more confident that I won’t simply fall over, I have yet to take it outside the house.

Since, when did I become so prideful that I care, what people think? I think I have always had issues with not wanting people to think I am weak or incapable of something and while I can’t exactly point to the reason why I am like that, I probably don’t want to know anyway.

So, any and all apparent walking /hearing aids will be avoided at all costs .

Unless it is a pony, or donkey. Do they have service ponies for hearing?

But, I am not in the middle of an ‘attack’ right now, just the normal BPPV- slightly off-kilter balance, so all in all pretty good. I will stop complaining and be happy for what I do have. Besides, today, I am going to make sun dried tomatoes ūüėČ

 

 

 

 

Allergies Suck


Call me Capt’ Obvious but allergies do really suck. ¬†And sadly, I believe we have pretty much done this crap to ourselves. ¬†Chemical this and chemical that in everything.

If you read much that was written (non-fiction) way back before or even during the beginning of the industrial revolution, people just didn’t talk about allergies much.

Why? they probably didn’t have them.

Why? They ate local food and used natural sweeteners, like, oh- local honey.

And studies show that local honey, if you actually eat the honey that is from your local area- over time you will see a decrease in seasonal allergies.

We over clean. No comments here from my clean freak brother with a touch of OCD, who can’t get things clean enough – ever. (I sometimes deliberately don’t clean stuff so he will get all freaked out when he comes over!)

Not, really true, I just don’t have the time and there are too many dogs, cats and boys running amok to really keep this place spotless. If I do clean the place, in 10 minutes you can’t tell anyway.

By the way, I am allergic to anything with fur or feathers, probably scales, most likely rocks as well, but you don’t see me kicking them outside. ¬†And even though I did grow up on a small farm, critters were not allowed in the house. My house if a freaky zoo.

But, with our food and the stuff I clean with I do try to avoid chemicals, especially with what we eat. Which explains all the gardening and canning going on here.

Chemical Shit storms are just not my idea of fun. Saying chemical shit storm is.

I have wanted to use that phrase for a while now but I am fairly certainly none of my clients would go for that.

Speaking of which, I have a slight conflict of interest thingy going on.

One of my clients- who to be really honest is not worth me working for, but I continue to out of misplaces sense of loyalty since he was one of my very first clients back when I started the whole freelance thing, asked me to do a post for a blog- and said it would mean so much if they got the client, please, please.

So, I did. But, the site to me looks like a direct competitor of the other health & wellness site that I write/work for, which I do enjoy. If client A does get the job, then he will expect me to do the posts.

Money is nice, since I am quickly racking up the bills with this menier’s thing and I am fairly certain that I am getting very close to needing some adhesions cleaned out.

Things that make you go hmmm.

More than likely I will tell client A ‚Äď NO unless I get to keep the byline. In that case it may be worth it, then I might be able to leverage traffic from client A to client B, if that makes any sense at all.,

Probably not.

I do tend to rattle on, when I am avoiding the bigger issue. Had the talk about the Meneir’s disease with Mr. B yesterday morning and he took it surprisingly well. So, he is either being super supportive or he didn’t hear a word I said ūüėČ

But he did say I could get a cane with a gun, I want one with a sword- because they way cooler, and when my littlest brother becomes a ninja I want to be ready~

I should be fairly caught up with work so I can go play guinea pig this morning.

But, will still need to work through the weekend to stay that way. Dr. says the TMJ is from clenching my jaw & to wear a mouthpiece when I sleep. I clench my jaw when I am awake a lot so maybe that is when I should wear it, I hope they have hot pink or neon orange.

That being said, my computer just informed me that I have a few articles to submit before, we head out.

You people have fun.

Pleasant Surprises


Yesterday was full of pleasant surprises. ¬†We had our first meeting with Sam’s new dog trainer. ¬†When I initially spoke to her, I was a little put off because she sounded so young! ¬†Not to be an age snob, but I was wondering how much experience could she have? ¬†Will she even know how to deal with Sam’s more delicate issues? ¬†Well, when she showed up, she was indeed pretty young, but then I am starting to get to an age where I think everyone under 37 is young:) This is where the first surprise of the day happened. ¬†

When she came in the house, Sam actually growled. ¬†Not her normal, I don’t like this person growl. But more of an, oh no, I think this person means business, sort of growl. ¬†lol perfect! ¬†This is a reaction I can live with. ¬†Sam eventually settled down and we started talking. ¬†The first thing that impressed me was how calm she was. ¬†Not a shy quiet sort of calm, but a confident, poised, all¬†together calm. ¬†It was very reassuring, because to be quite honest, I was feeling pretty much like an idiot because I can’t figure out how to make Sam do what I want her to do. ¬†She was full of suggestions on how I can start to deal with Sam’s separation anxiety now. ¬†

But, I think the thing that I was most impressed with, was she said that the behaviors can be changed, but it will take time, consistency and it won’t be easy. ¬†Good, at least now I am more than convinced she isn’t just someone looking to take advantage. ¬†Next, we went out to take Sam for a little walk. ¬†She showed me how to teach her not to pull when we walk. ¬†One little step at a time. ¬†But what she showed me really works. ¬†It will take a while, but hey I have time. ¬†I did feel like an idiot though, because it was really simple and I probably should have figured it out on my own. ¬†But, I didn’t so I get the stupid people award for the day:) So, she is hired and we will probably start Tuesday. So that is that on Ms. Sam. ¬†

Moving Right along.  Bill comes home for good (hopefully) Friday!  Yay!  The weather looks like it will cooperate, so maybe we can have a productive weekend and the outside of house will be finished before winter sets in.  

No, that wasn’t one of the surprises ūüôā The next surprise I discovered in my inbox. ¬†It seems that an article I submitted a few weeks ago, then promptly forgot about, was accepted. ¬†Yeah Money! ¬†There was also an offer to submit another. ¬†I also had another email inquiring about a teaching gig online. ¬†Hmmmm, I’ll have to check that one out. ¬†I have quite a lot on my plate as it is, but if I could find something that pays as well as me actually leaving the house to work, I think that is what I would rather do. ¬†It would be tons more simple to be here, than to have to juggle schedules and transportation. ¬†So, I will see where that goes. ¬† ¬†

I still have not scheduled the X-ray. ¬† I know very bad, but I must have another adult with me to watch the boys. ¬†And I still don’t know for sure what time Bill will be home Friday. ¬†So that still sits on my To Do list.

 It is Rosh Hashanah!  So Happy Jewish New Year!  But, technically not till sundown.

¬†L’shana Tova / Ketivah vi-chatima Tova.”¬†This means: “For a good year / You should be written and sealed in the good (Book of Life).” ¬†

That’s all for now Folks:)