I think it’s Monday

Posted on February 18, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

Today has been one of those *CFSS days. Maverick does not do weekends well. Therefore, I do not do weekends well. I’m sure it’s my fault, basically everything to do with Maverick is my fault. He goes to daycare 5 days a week and doesn’t understand why he has to be home 2 days. His routine is get up in the morning and get in the car, play all day, come home and snuggle a bit, play some games with Mommah and then repeat the same thing the next day. Saturdays and Sundays, Mommah wants to sleep past 8 am, and drink her coffee in peace.

What is this peace of which you speak? Maverick hasn’t a clue and doesn’t wish to catch one.

I was told that by the age of 2, dogs became more aware of their people and less focuses on themselves. 5 1/2 years later, I’m still waiting for that to happen. I was also told that he would calm down when he hit 2. Still waiting on that one, too.

So today was Sunday, aka “drag Mommah around the park’ day. Our walk wasn’t as bad as yesterday but it wasn’t good. My body hurts, from the cold, partly, and partly from 5 years of being beaten up by Maverick. When we got home, I had lunch, and watered my plants – and if you want plant advice, go visit my friend Kristi’s new blog Plants and Projects and she’ll tell you how to fix any problem you have, although “put it out of its misery” is probably not the best advice I’ve ever gotten. (Okay, I did tell her I hate the poinsettia and it hates me back) Anyway, she made me laugh today.

And i think I managed to figure out, after multiple attempts to fix the bloody thing, how to get my printer to print normally from my laptop. What a CFSS that’s been!

*cluster fuckin shit show

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Oh yippee, it snowed

Posted on February 14, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

Yesterday was a cluster effin shit show. The storm apparently got drunk and couldn’t figure out where to land, so we were supposed to get nothing, then an inch, then 4 – 6. I think we ended up at 5. I got up at 4:30 to use the bathroom and it was pouring snow. Lovely. By 8, everything was covered.  I wasn’t about to attempt the driveway, so Maverick and I had breakfast together – I had coffee and Prelief, he cleaned up his snuffle mat. 

By 9:30 or so it had stopped and commenced melting. Seriously? Not that I mind, but geesh, why even bother coming down if you’re leaving so soon. I think the storm woke up, was hungover, and slunk away in shame.  Bear plowed the driveway and I loaded Maverick into the car and took him to daycare. Only one other dog showed up but it happened to be his best friend, so they got to romp in the snow a bit and blow off some steam. 

I had to teach at 2, Bear left for work early because that’s what happens when school is closed – and he made it quite clear he was NOT shoveling snow. (He works at the school, after two years of retirement it was find a job before your wife shoots the TV.) (And I wasn’t kidding) 

Getting a late start threw everything off kilter. I picked Maverick up at 6, we came straight home and managed to do some training – I decided to work on tricks for the next level title because we need a goal and most of the tricks look like things we can master.  Bear got home early because he went in early, again throwing the normal routine off kilter. 

I’m pretty sure today is wednesday.  At least I think so.  Class is done, office hour is done, I’m going to sew!

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It’s most definitely Monday

Posted on February 13, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

Well, it’s better than last Monday, at any rate. LAST Monday night I ended up in the ER, so pretty much anything is better than that.

I got up at my normal time, took Maverick to daycare, did my morning journaling and then went to tell the Bear I was heading up to get a shower and get ready for class at 12:30, but first, what would he like for lunch?  He rejected tuna salad as “too squishy” so off I went to the little grocery store for cold cuts. Also known as “lunch meat” or “cold meat” depending on where you’re from. (The first time I said “cold cuts,” the Bear looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language) (That happened a lot) (Which leads me to the next thing)

(I may digress but there’s usually a reason)

Tormorrow is Fasnacht day.  And what, you may ask, is that? The first year I was here for Lent, Bear asked if I was going for Fasnachts and I asked if I needed a vaccination and if there was a cure. Yes, I’m a smartass. 

Fasnachts are amazing https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fasnacht_(doughnut)

While I was at the little grocery store getting cold cuts, I noticed the pile of freshly baked fasnachts and yep, 6 of those little cuties came home with me. I should not be trusted around things like that. 

I also got a carob, peanut butter bone for Maverick. Don’t tell him, he’s being a shit and not getting it till later. (Not eating real food, as usual0

And then the fun began. I had class, then the chiropractor, then a meeting. Faculty meetings are always fun but this one actually ended on time. Off to the vet to pick up a scrip for Maverick, then to Walmart to fill it, Petco for a meat roll so I can hide his meds inside the chunks, Hobby Lobby for fabric – caved and bought yarn for a sweater for the soon to arrive newest great grandson. Stopped at CVS, the library, and the beer store. (Snow is predicted, beer is necessary)

And then I went to get Maverick.

I think I’ve done enough for today but nope, I will be working on a training plan after supper and trying to practice “back up” and “circle left and right” with him if he ever manages to eat his darned supper. 

Someday maybe I’ll slow down. It won’t be today. Also, pray for the nasty shit to go North, I’m not really interested in snow tomorrow!

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Interstitial Cystitis Syndrome

Posted on February 9, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

Oh lucky me, I get the condition that has no cure and a really weird name. 

https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/interstitial-cystitis/symptoms-causes/syc-20354357https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/interstitial-cystitis/symptoms-causes/syc-20354357

Five years ago, I ended up in the ER in intense pain.  The diagnosis was ICS, which I was actually grateful for, one of my cousins died of bladder cancer that was diagnosed too late, so I was relieved it wasn’t that. Mostly I need to avoid acidic foods or drinks and all is well.  Till coffee

I love coffee. I drink a pot of coffee every day. I get cranky without my coffee, and then I get downright mean

Coffee is high in acid content.  NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

It’s been quite awhile since I had a flare, and this weekend made up for lost time. Monday night I eneded up in the Emergency Room because a kid can only take just so much pain before the tears get to the Bear and he hauls your ass to the car and drives to the hospital. At 1 am. We got home at 10;30 Tuesday morning. 

I’m still sore, and tired, and I still want my damned coffee. I’m taking something called Prelief, and it’s sort of working but seriously, I need my coffee.  A CT scan revealed nothing major wrong, but I’m seeing a urologist anyway and taking massive doses of antibiotics, and Azo for pain (which makes you pee bright orange – it’s one of the only amusing parts of this nonsense)

I DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS NONSENSE!

I am a terrible patient, I do not do well on the disabled list.  Pray for Bear. 

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Food

Posted on February 1, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

I love to cook. I’m pretty good at it, although there a few things I can be guaranteed to mess up. Want a tough piece of chicken? Come see me, I got that covered.  But mostly, I’m pretty darned good. 

My mom taught me, without ever saying it out loud, that if you love someone, you feed them. Food is love, no one leaves my house hungry unless they choose to, and they probably won’t be invited back because, sorry, that’s just rude. 

If you won’t eat what I cook (other than chicken, I won’t subject anyone to that) then you’re saying you don’t love me.  I know, that isn’t the truth.  You could just be saying you’re not hungry, or that you just don’t like broccoli, or you’re just not feeling well.

My brain knows this.  My gut does not.  Reject food and you’re rejecting me. 

I live with a dog who doesn’t eat.  Okay, he does, but only when he has absolutely nothing better to do and suddenly realizes that oh, yeah, that weird feeling in my belly? Maybe I really AM hungry. It’s been a battle since he was a puppy. Most of the time I’m able to ignore it, I just put his food down and walk away.  (I was told to pick it up after 15 minutes, wait, try again. Maverick found that incredibly amusing) (I was also told there must be something wrong with him, all Golden Retrievers love food! Maverick laughed at that one too)

There are times, however, when frustration gets the best of me. Last night, he decided that the actual kibble in his Kong Wobbler was far more interesting than the same kibble that was in his bowl.  Apparently dry is better than mixed with tasty canned food and a few chopped up carrots.  (Broccoli was a big hit for a few months until he decided it was poison)  Okay, seriously? You prefer having to beat a toy around the house to get a couple bits of dry kibble to just walking to your bowl and chowing down? 

I can’t splain it, Lucy. 

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I hate Winter

Posted on January 21, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

I know, you already knew that.  It’s currently cold, stupid cold.  Like 4 degrees this morning cold.  Like, any uncovered body part will fall off in 15 minutes cold. Stupid cold

It snowed. Maybe 4 inches. Enough to keep Maverick home from daycare because the driveway from Hell was snowed in and as Bear was plowing it clear, it started snowing again. What the heck, Mother Nature!  So Maverick spent the day wanting to go outside and I spent the day making him come back in because, read above, stupid cold. Bear spent the day plowing and shoveling and using the snow blower. 

It’s meant to snow again – maybe – on Friday.  Another 1-3 inches.  Is it Spring yet? 

People get all kinds of weird about snow. When I was a kid, there was a lady weather forecaster on the local TV station – WNYT, channel 13, Albany, NY – named Betty. The weather report was about 5 minutes long, if that. She had a little white dog named Moo. It seems to me that Betty was always correct because she would simply walk to the window, Moo in her arms, and look outside. (I’ve searched for any existing video but it was before all that jazz) (I was a wee child) 

I miss the days of “it’s gonna rain, take an umbrella” and “it’s gonna snow, probably a few inches, drive carefully” and we’re done. I do not care about the temperature in Texas (I live in PA).  I was watching the “news” the other day and I think the weather segment was 15 minutes long. 

All of this seems to make people get weird. I went for gas today – because the car is on 1/4 tank and my Poppa taught me to never get it below that.  The gas station was already busy. I can understand if you have a truck and you want to fill up to be able to plow, but if it snows that much, where the heck are you going in your little Cavalier that doesn’t have snow tires? 

The people on the weather pages are especially weird. The call of the snow lovers appears to be “BRING IT!” And then the battles erupt! ”If you don’t like it, move! No, YOU move! NO, YOU MOVE!”  Meanwhile one page on Facebook, who happened to hit it right a few years ago when all the others predicted a few inches and we got 3 feet, is highly amusing to read because that went straight to their heads and they’ve become masters of hype ever since.  WE’RE GETTING A BLIZZARD! Ooops, delete that, where did we ever say we were getting a blizzard? The comments are hilarious. 

Tomorrow is my normal grocery day (Friday). If it’s snowing, I won’t go out. People here don’t know how to drive in snow and my driveway – well, I’ve already mentioned that it was designed by a drunken Irishman on a three week binge. (I’m Irish, I can say that kind of thing)  So I will probably get groceries today since we need very little but I don’t want to wait till the weekend.  The gas station is across the parking lot from the grocery store, so I checked out the parking lot. Yup, already nuts. 

So I will get my bread, milk and eggs and make French Toast tomorrow. :)  Maverick will be home from daycare and probably the Bear will also be home, or at least taking the good car to work so he can navigate the driveway when he comes home.  (I would prefer he stay home. Even though he’ll watch MASH all day, he’ll be safe) I’m planning my sewing projects, because Maverick will hang out in the craft room with me and not drive me nuts wanting to go for a walk. 

And it’s only 62 days till Spring. 

And after I wrote this, we got another four inches of snow, Bear went to work on Friday afternoon, didn’t like the look of the roads so came home and slid off the driveway.  He spent yesterday plowing again, and we called a friend to help pull the car up to the garage. No damage done to Bear or car, just a whole lot of stress and annoyance.  (He didn’t realize there was ice under the coating of snow we got AFTER he plowed three times) 

It’s still january and I’m ready for this crap to be over. One person tells me February is meant to be worse and I may just curl up in a ball and come out in April.

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Is it Spring yet?

Posted on January 11, 2024 by suziecreamcheese

If you’ve followed along on my journey through the years, you know I hate snow. I don’t just hate snow. I despise snow with every fiber of my being.  I see no valid reason for it and no one will convince me that we “need” snow. 

So for a few months every year, I bitch and complain and piss and moan and am generally a pain in the ass.  Yeah, I am, I admit it. (More so than my usual bitchy self, if you can imagine that) (or maybe you’d rather not, could give nightmares) (I’m really very nice if you don’t piss me off)

And here we are in January. I hate January almost as much as I hate February, and March just needs to go away, it’s the month that promises Spring and then says “HA! Have a snowstorm!” 

All kidding aside (I was kidding? Who knew?) I have what’s known as “snow anxiety.” In other words, the mere mention of a snowstorm within the next week or so sends me frantically scouring weather sites for any information in the hopes that I’ll find one that says, “nope, all rain, fooled you weenies!”  (It happens)  Last weekend it snowed all day Saturday. I was surprisingly calm, perhaps due to my talking back to myself and reminding myself of how many snowstorms I’ve survived. (That’s not entirely due to age, I grew up in Upstate NY – the big part that’s attached to the The CIty – and went to college in Oswego, NY, where Spring is that one day between snowstorms and Summer is a fantasy. I’ve lived through blizzards both there and here in PA, an epic two in a row about 10 years ago. I know snow) It may sound silly but it worked to calm my nerves.

So here’s the thing. Maverick is a Golden Retriever. He freakin loves snow.  See the dilemma? I don’t drive in snow, not so much from fear of the snow as from fear of other drivers. People in PA do NOT know how to drive in snow. Basic rules – slow down, get off my ass, get your foot off the brake – are apparently never taught.  Yes, I’m that little old lady who is going 10 (or more) miles BELOW the speed limit when the roads are covered with snow, and is barely moving when there’s ice.  Sue me. 

Maverick does not like to poop at home. (TMI? Sorry, not sorry) This is a problem when Mommah is not going to take his little butt to the park on a Saturday. (Normally he goes at daycare, for which I apologize frequently but the owner knows I seriously don’t mean it.) He spent Saturday trying to convince me that I needed to take him to the park and I spent Saturday sewing, because he doesn’t enjoy the craft room – it puts him to sleep – and I dont enjoy the “Let me out so I can come back in every fifteen minutes” game.  (Eventually he gave in and managed to go in the yard)

I would dearly love to let him off leash and let him run in the snow, which disappeared the next day (thank you Sweet Baby Jesus). However, I’m not nearly as interesting as a deer and should one appear in his field of vision, that high prey drive would kick in and Lord only knows where we’d find him. While I sincerely believe that God is looking out for both of us, I try not to test His patience too much. 

We are now learning to work with a clicker. I have purchased a Clik StiK and we’re working on disappearing treats because someone is very much focused on my hand and not on what he should be doing.  https://a.co/d/dHj8LW9 (link to above mentioned Clik Stik) 

He seems to be catching on pretty quickly, although he thinks I spend too much time reading about clicker training and not enough time practicing. He’s very opinionated. I would like to try Rally classes in the Spring and we have a lot of work to do to be prepared for that.  Wish us luck! 

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We need a what?

Posted on December 28, 2023 by suziecreamcheese

A couple of weeks ago, I was merrily doing laundry – yes, laundry makes me happy – till I have to drag it upstairs to put it away, that is. There’s something very satisfying about taking a pile of dirty clothes and turning it into a neat stack of fresh and clean clothing. (Turning chaos into order is one of my super powers, by the way. ) (Creating chaos in the first place is also one of my super powers.) (I’m multi-talented) 

I digress.

While doing the above mentioned laundry, I noticed that the twahlette was gurgling. (We’re uppity round here, we called it the “twahlette” or sometimes just the “toidy.”) I thought it rather rude that it should gurgle at me and went merrily along with my day. 

Bear was home, with his seasonal bronchitis. He did not find said gurgle to be amusing. I looked out the craft room window, where I had gone to do some sewing while the clothes happily lost their patina of yuckiness, and saw him heading for the field. Concerned that the bronchitis had affected his brain, I watched from the safety of the jeep.* He stopped at the septic tank cover and then I stopped watching because, seriously, who wants to see that mess?

He came inside and informed me that said tank needed to be pumped out. Don’t look at me, Dear, I don’t do septic tanks. 

 

Paperwork was found (by me, that man never knows where things are filed), a phone call was made and the septic guys (oh, that sounds awful, they were very nice, not at all septic) came the next day. Apparently things like septic tanks need to be pumped out every so often – who knew? (Bear knew. I don’t keep him around just cuz he’s cute, you know, he’s very smart about stuff like this!) 

However. There’s apparently a pump thingie that makes this whole “flush the toidy and the stuff goes to the tank” or “do the laundry and the soapy water goes away” thing.  Who knew? (Again, Bear knew) Well. Our pump was 17 years old and had died a slow and lingering death. (Momentary pause to send thoughts and prayers, please)  The septic guys broke the news gently. They also broke the news that said pump was not something they carry in stock – leave it to us to have a “special” pump.  A new one was ordered and would be installed as soon as it came in. 

Meanwhile, don’t use any more water than necessary. Well, the laundry was done, so that was all good! A few days passed and the new pump arrived and was installed, and the cost of this little adventure? Well, we’re saying “Merry Christmas!” every time we flush and being grateful that while presents weren’t purchased (except for a few little things) we can pay for that sort of repair without flinching and also, we can flush! 

And somehow Christmas managed to be peaceful, and joyful, and filled with love – for each other and for our differences that make us crazy at times and yet able to work together and make a great team. 

On to next year. May it be better in every way than the one we’re about to call done. 

*”from the safety of the jeep” is a reference to an old TV show in which one man would go into the wild to film animals in their natural habitat while his partner would wait “from the safety of the jeep.” It’s been a running joke with my friends and family for years. 

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It’s Christmas, dammit!

Posted on December 5, 2023 by suziecreamcheese

I admit it. I love Christmas. My mom loved decorating the tree and the house – it was never fancy but there were things that came out every year – like the elf that hung from the door between the dining room and the living room and now appears in my house each year, and the ornaments that had a special place on the tree. She was allergic to the pine and it didn’t stop her for a second, she would just scratch her arms and keep going. Yes, she loved it that much. From a very early age, we were taught the old maxim that t’is better to give than receive. My parents both spent hours making gifts, because home made are the best. My father worked with wood – I still have little cars and trucks he made, and one beautiful rocking chair for a child that I claimed when we cleaned out my parents’ house – mostly to keep the other sisters from fighting over it.

We did gifts on Christmas – we did gifts like a boss. We started in the summer, and actually didn’t buy that much, most of the gifts were handmade. I was the queen of mittens and scarves, placemats, napkins, doll clothes and stuffed toys. My mom made cowboy shirts – the kind with a different color yoke and snaps instead of buttons, because my nephew requested one just like “Uncle M’s” who wasn’t his uncle but old enough for that designation. (He drove the fire truck, which put him on the right hand of God in A’s mind)

Oh, we shopped too We bought fun things and we created fun things. One year my father made a wooden box with a hinged top that we covered with fabric and stuffing, and then we filled the box with craft supplies. My niece was 8, she loved it. I made a lot of plastic canvas things for the kids – a wickedly painful pink castle jewelry box for one kid that took so many hours – and which my brother in law threw away after my sister died.

My oldest sister was a joyless woman. She hated Christmas. I have no idea why except that she was pretty much a miserable person on a good day and she hated spending money. One year she put their Christmas tree in the spare bedroom so when there were no guests,she could close the door and forget it was there. Every year she would manage to do something to suck the joy out of Christmas for everyone else. Every year I would pray it would be different, and every year she would strike.

I am currently surrounded by joy suckers. At first I decided that i was totally skipping Christmas this year. My friends didn’t wan to exchange gifts, my “family” likes the receiving part but screw the giving, and my Bear has never had a lot of interest in decorating and all that jazz. After a week of feeling awful whenever I saw a Christmas commercial, I decided – and excuse my language, my mother would slap me, but it’s how I feel – Fuck them all.

People keep saying “I’m doing what makes ME happy this year, ” as if not doing a damned thing to spread joy deserves a medal or at least a “way to go! You do you!” Well, screw them. I’m also doing what makes ME happy. I’m putting up the tree, and decorating like Christmas threw up in this house, and baking cookies and making candy and if no one wants to do gifts, fine, I’m going to buy lottery tickets and give them to random strangers. Maybe someone will get lucky and win a bunch of money, or at least I’ll get to spread smiles.

I do, however, draw the line at Hallmark movies. 🙂

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It’s Thanksgiving

Posted on November 23, 2023 by suziecreamcheese

I have a huge family. When I was growing up, dinner was at my parents’ house, multiple aunts and uncles, sisters and their families, grandchildren and kids. As I got older, the aunts and uncles fell away and the nieces and nephews (grandchildren to my parents) multiplied. Everyone brought food but my mother did most of the cooking. We put the leaves in the dining room table and everyone sat close together, which was not a problem, made it easier to sample from each others’ plates that way.

As time went on, the nieces and nephews married and had their own families, and we started going to different homes for the big meal, but most of the time, everyone managed to show up at my parents’ house at some point for leftovers. There were always a couple of people at the dining room table, picking at the turkey carcass, eating cookies, having one more slice of pumpkin pie – the best excuse for whipped cream ever!

When my father died, my mom and I went to my sister’s house, the one who lived closest. Still, we had a small turkey the night before and there were drop-ins for leftovers later on Thanksgiving night.

Then my mom died in October. That was the first year I had Thanksgiving in PA with Bear. His son and daughter in law, and two small children came for dinner. We had a huge turkey and ran out of gas for the oven, so we ended up cooking it on the grill. No one cared, it was a fun meal and we still laugh about that turkey on the grill.

Each year, the family grew and each year, they came to us for dinner. This year, there have been changes, the kids are with partners and have other places to go, and the grandparents are very low on the list of priorities. So it’s just me and the Bear. We decided not to have a big dinner just for us. We pulled a turkey out of the freezer and it’s in the oven, we’ll have a vegetable and maybe smashed potatoes and eat at our normal time. That’s 8 pm for me, and around 11 for him, since he works second shift he isn’t used to eating at “normal” times.

It’s a very different day than the ones I remember. I’m sad – for the memories his family won’t have. But times change, life goes on. I’m grateful for the family I still have. I’m grateful for friends who laugh with me when we get lost and call it an adventure (midnight in Baltimore is something I never thought I’d experience.) I’m grateful for the parts of my body that don’t hurt, although there aren’t many of those today. I’m grateful for the soaking tub that made those parts that hurt a little less painful. I’m grateful for Maverick, as much as he challenges me. (But if he wakes me up by jumping on me one more time……………………..) I’m grateful for my life, with all the ups and downs. And I’m extremely grateful that I live in the best country in the world, no matter what anyone says.

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