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 😉

 

 

 

 

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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