I am a confirmed night owl, have been since I can remember, although my mother would often tell me that when I was a wee thing, I would insist my father get me up when he got up at the crack o’dawn to go to work. I think it had nothing to do with the hour, I just wanted one on one time with my Poppa – as the youngest of five, that wasn’t always easy to get.
Mornings make me grumpy. People who like mornings make me annoyed. If it weren’t for coffee, and that most people can read my “get the hell away from me before I bite you” expression, I would probably be locked up by now.
So a couple years ago, the Bear retired from Harley Davidson, after being screwed over mightily and well, that’s another long story. Best thing he ever did was getting away from there, and here’s a hint – if you want a Harley, get one made before the last few years because quality is no longer important at that company. After two years of “enjoying” retirement, which was actually a year of recovery from major surgery and then another year of sitting on his butt watching endless episodes of MASH to the point where I was ready to hunt down Hawkeye and throat punch the self righteous bastard (can you tell I was pretty over it?), he took a part time job.
Thank you, Sweet Baby Jesus.
He works part time. But for the month of June, he works from 6 am till 2:30 pm. Last year, this was not a problem until the last week, Maverick came home on the 22nd so for that week, I got up at 6, took puppy out to potty, played a bit, then we both napped awhile, repeat through the day till Daddy got home and then I got a nap. This is not going to work with a year old puppy.
In the interest of my sanity, I’ve been getting up at 8. Asking for more than that would be impossible for me, it just won’t happen and if it did, I’d be meaner than cat shit, as my sainted mother would say.
So we’ve made it through almost the first week. Of course, it’s a week where I have something going on every single day.
If anyone has a spare nap they aren’t using, could I please have it?
Suziecreamcheese Sings the Blues 
Ha! We’d hate each other. I’m a morning person but have to go to sleep by 11PM. I know what happens when you try and put together someone who is chipper and cheery at 5AM with someone who is thinking about going to bed by that time. It’s ugly. Oh, and you are the only other person I can recall who has used “meaner than cat shit” in their blog – that has always been a favorite expression of my Dad’s and now me.
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My mother had a lot of sayings and as I get older I find myself using a lot of them! What’s truly funny is that some of them are apparently native to Upstate NY so when I say things, people here look at me like I have 3 heads
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My Dad was from Philadelphia and when I use his expressions I get the same reaction but it was worse when we lived in Hawaii.
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