I want a Pony


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Nice, more tomatoes.  And this isn’t even all of them.  this is just a small portion of what I pulled out and washed.

The picture below is batch 3 of the salsa.  Maybe about a med-hot.

 

 

 

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The pic below was of the beautiful sunset last night at the game.

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now that we are done with that.  I am flippin hot!  Hottest day of the year and I am canning.  Not a good combo when dizzy.  But, 1 batch of pickles and peppers and then my experiment with pickled cauliflower and green beans.

Yes, I know that sounds strange, but I had a bunch of the pickling mix made up and didn’t want to waste it  and the resulted in me just pickling whatever was handy.

We will see how it turns out.

Meanwhile, I have a new porch- almost.  Mr. B has been outside all day, ripping up boards and putting in new ones.   So, that is almost done- I really can’t wait!

He also informed me that everything is flowering- Everything.  I guess I will need more jars- among other things.  I used almost 3 gallons of vinegar today.

Last nights’ little trip to the game taught me a few things.

A-Excited children make terrible balance aids

B- I need to either get a balance, train one of mine or use the damn cane consistently.

C- I am much better without shoes on.

I chose not to take the cane yesterday, because I was feeling pretty good yesterday, not so wobbly and instead of full on vertigo it is just more of everything seems to be moving just a bit faster than I am- a lag time sort of deal.

That is until I went to physical therapy, where I am learning to fake having my shit together ( which I do rather well any).  So we did our little balance training exercises until I felt like complete crap- good times, we are going to go for two days next week!

Going up and down the normal size bleachers (which seemed like Everest to me) was not fun.  Next week I believe that the boys can go enjoy the game and I will stay home and do something less challenging (like watch the game on the computer)

The doctors ( we have added a few new ones to my otherwise obnoxious number of medical advisors)  all again with me having Menier’s and along with my other issues may result in my being at least somewhat dizzy all the time- outside of a Menier’s episodic attack.

If I bleach my hair I can be a dizzy blond- har har

Aside from the dizzy, which can be amusing.  The hearing in my right ear just goes on and off- like someone is flipping a switch.  That could also be convenient occasionally.  But it does mean that if I were to go the service dog route I would need a hearing/balance dog.  When I mentioned that Great Danes are the most recommended for balance dogs, he said- why not just get a pony.

Which is a very good point.  Why can’t I get a pony?  They can be trained.  They do have very good hearing and my floors are already messed up because of the dogs, I don’t see hooves doing any more damage.  Plus, think of the fertilizer people!!!! FREE  and organic.

Just think of the possibilities!

 

 

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2 Boys and 2 Dogs Walk Into a Bathroom


As much as I would like to say that is the beginning of a funny joke, it isn’t.

Although you may laugh, I did, eventually.

I somehow got new followers yesterday and the day before- Odd. My own family won’t follow this publicly – lol. So, if you made a wrong click thanks for stopping by, the Top Ten of Everything blog is a few pages over- good stuff!

If you did actually me to follow me, then um, thanks. Back to the story.

At 7:30, I told E that he needed to go up and get ready for bed, brush teeth, wash face. A was told he should go up and go to the bathroom, while E used the sink.

A few minutes later, I hear them switching posts, which is fine- the routine is being followed. Then I start hearing giggling, what sounds to be someone jumping off the step stool, and the distinct sound of a toilet tank lid being moved. I yelled, loud enough they should have heard me, 3 times, to cut out the goofing off and do what they are supposed to.

A few minutes later a loud crash, the sound of breaking glass, and a bang loud enough to shake the ceiling fan lights.

I am not all that fast right now, but I tried to be. It was one of those moments that later, you really wish, someone had installed hidden cameras in your house, because this stuff would be worth $10,000 at least.

I made it all the way to the living room door when A-man starts screaming that he has an issue.

He said issue.

I finally make it up the stairs- all while A-man is yelling he has an issue. Picture a drunk trying to jump onto a moving merry-go-round, that is probably what I looked like trying to get upstairs.

Eventually, I get up there and it looks like, I don’t know what that looked like.

Aden was attempting to hold up the shelving unit thing that we had over the back of the toilet. Everything that used to be on it was on the floor. A lovely mix of Shattered cologne and perfume bottles, lotion, makeup, plants, you name it on the floor.

The story goes that E was sitting on the pot and leaning back and rocking above mentioned shelving unit. Then A-man decided to give it a try.

That would about the time disaster struck.

Now, by the time I actually made up the stairs, I was pretty – let’s go with upset.

(mad-pissed off- ticked – livid). But, the look on their faces was priceless!

One of those parenting moments, when it takes everything you have not to bust out laughing- because this is serious, funny, but you can’t laugh.

So, while I try and contain myself, I right the shelving unit and pick A-man up off the floor.

They didn’t get into trouble for this incident, simply because, E had to stand on that step stool in the corner, with A-man perched on the edge of it, while I cleared a path through the glass. By the time I was done, and it did take a while, the damn floor would not hold still. Both boys and dogs were upset enough.

After a little session of removing glass slivers from feet and legs, I got them in bed and proceeded to clean the rest up.

They did learn a lesson. The whole house reeks of Cool Water, which hopefully will go away soon- I used to like it. Now- not so much.

A-man did offer to use his own money to replace everything that was broken and he was truly sorry and said he would ground himself. He was quite floored when I told him he was not in trouble at all..

Moving on, I am hoping that my post about pole dancing as exercise will pay off for the other blog. Today, I am off for more physical therapy, but to be honest I don’t think it is going to work. I do believe that the symptoms are fading on their own and hopefully they will stay that way.

The hearing is a little better in the right ear and the pressure is gone but it has moved to the left ear.

Whatever, in the immortal words of Sweet Brown “Ain’t nobody got time for that!”

So, with that note I will leave you with her great words of wisdom, and a sincere wish that you always can get a cold pop when you want one.

 

Sweet Brown Remix