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When Will it End?
Nothing in particular mind you-but I'm getting a bit sick of hearing the stupidity of people in general.
My top pet peeves?
1-People who abuse and neglect their children. I'm imagining most people hate these poor excuses for human beings.
2-I'm sure you can guess-those awful people who abandon and abuse animals.
Both children and pets are not necessities-they're joys and privileges. If you don't want or can't go through with the care and feeding of them-just admit it and be a person who has neither.
3-People who have nothing to say about others beliefs except negative remarks.
Excuse me, our country was built on being a melting pot of diversity. Rather than denigrate others-learn what they're about! I'm not saying that you have to agree-but all of us have something to learn from those who believe and think differently than us. It's not a crime to have an opposite viewpoint.
4-I'm not going to eat bugs and things, but being a foodie-I think we should all be open to trying new cultural dishes. Whether it's a new herb or spice, cooking method, protein or switching up to trying a savory soup for breakfast rather than a bowl of cereal!
5-Neighbors who refuse to even say hello. I don't know about your block but we've been here for almost a year and do you know we haven't even seen the face of anyone who lives next door? Not one person came over and introduced themselves. Our son said we had it easy!
Last year Sam's mom sent her birthday flowers that were delivered next door since they weren't home. When they went to retrieve the gift-the neighbor rudely gave them the bouquet and said, "this isn't a good time to introduce ourselves." And with that he shut the door. So far, it has never been a good time.
I thought that once I started walking Lucky I'd finally get acquainted with some of the other pet parents. One lady with an older Goldie mix that looked slightly like Sunshine was quite nice-but I only saw her the one time. A man was at the mailbox with his pooch a few weeks ago and when I said "hi", he nodded and turned away.
Really? Is it that hard for people to say hello? I was told by another woman (she talked to us because it turned out she was a teacher's aide in Dylan's class last year) that we should be receiving an invite to a block party by mid-month. "They do it every year so we can meet all the newbies and form a better neighborhood watch." When I mentioned that we closed escrow October 4th of last year and my husband never saw any such invitation-she looked puzzled.
That's my rant for the week. I'm sure if I wanted to sit here and think harder I'd come up with more.
Oh wait-number 6 pet peeve. People who have pet peeves.
Things are Falling into Place
This past week we all saw Summer leave us (pun intended) and Autumn arrive. I am loving it.
It was with great pleasure that at 10 p.m. on Thursday the 19th I took Lucky out for her last "potty" of the day and was thrilled to realize that it was NOT 100 degrees! In fact it felt wonderfully warm-about 85.
The next morning Steve and I got up and realized that it was only 80 at 7 a.m.! The strong breeze we felt was not blistering-just warm enough to remind us we had only a couple of more days until the season officially changed over. We decided that it was time to get the leash out and start taking Lucky (and us) for a walk.
I had attempted this feat with Adam and Sam a week or so before and Lucky wasn't sure what is was we were all doing-but she wasn't happy about being put down on the ground. She was fearing the burning sensation of the pavers in the yard I'm sure. By the end of the walk though Lily, Billy and Lucky were all happy to have gotten out of their homes for a bit to stretch their legs.
With the sun and lower temperatures giving us a great opportunity, Steve and I drove up to the outlet mall and enjoyed the misters and the other local pet parents as we window shopped while getting some much needed outdoor activity. At the 30 minute mark, Lucky sat down and begged to be carried the rest of the walk! Seems as if her parents aren't the only ones who need to get back into shape!
I've been using the treadmill almost daily, but Steve has come up with more excuses than I thought possible to get out of doing some real exercise. Even spending the better part of his remaining 4-day work week to install a faucet (totally un-needed and former plumbing salesperson unapproved), then take it out and put the original back in. He sweated, he was scraped up and bruised, but he did NOT get on the treadmill and exercise.
Besides being able to get out and enjoy the cooler temps-we're also feeling slightly down about this being the last week for our waterpark to be open. The pool will still be ready for some swimming for a couple of more months though.
This entire new season has been a new way for me to look at fall. Last year at this time I was "home alone" and just about to have some pretty serious hand surgery. Pepper and I were making sure we had our "provisions", since I would not be allowed to drive for a couple of weeks. My sister and brother-in-law were helping out, but I wanted to be sure I kept the added "burden" down to a minimum. Fall in the great and wonder OC is different that here in the desert.
In OC the weather had already begun to drop into the mid-70's during the day and dipping into the 60's at night. Here we're still either breaking 100 or just dipping into the upper 90's at 5 p.m.. It feels good. I'm getting used to my surroundings, we've made some friends, my kids are close and I've found a couple of new publications that I'm enjoying being a part of their writing team.
My routine is getting set-things really are "Falling into Place".
What Was That Noise?
Last week's blog brought the knowledge from a reader that being alone in her home made her "hear" noises that scared the bejibbies out of her. I had to agree-those 2+ months I spent alone in our home in Orange County made me rather nervous too.
After all-it was just Pepper and I. We didn't have any rain, wind or oddities going on, but then I'd never been alone without Steve or a dog before either. So every little house "sound" had me wondering things such as: Is someone trying to break in? Was that water gushing I heard? Do I hear the gas hissing?
Plus-I think that since I was recovering from major hand surgery during most of those moments I was having major doubts about my being able to do anything at all about any of the above mentioned catastrophes.
Now that we've almost been residents of Arizona for a year (the time does go quickly, no?) and we have a fearless Chihuahua named Lucky-I no longer have any worries about those unexplained noises.
I know you're all thinking, "A Chihuahua that's 5-1/2 pounds gives her piece of mind?" I'd have to respond with a resounding YES!
Sure she's tiny, sweet as they come and cute as a button (please don't say that part's easy since she's almost the size of one) but I don't think any of you would want to come in between our Lucky and any of her perceived dangers when protecting us!
She's quite protective of not just me either-if a clap of thunder happens; she's herding up Pepper and trying to get him to hide in his post too. And Lord only knows what she'd do if something odd happened while we're sleeping! Even when she's buried herself under the linens at the bottom of the bed, if she hears Pepper padding around-she starts barking!
We had a very nice morning last week, so the two of us joined Sam, Adam, Jackson and their shelties for a walk in their neighborhood. It was touch and go for the first third of our excursion-the dogs had forgotten what a walk was since it's been too hot to go on one since the beginning of May-yet there was Lucky, protecting us all from passing leaves (it was just a tad of a breeze in the air), the sound of the trash trucks and other cars.
One passerby said, "That's what those small breeds are all about-they think they're all German Shepherds".
Now, he said that as if it's a bad thing. Our first Lucky was a Shepherd mix-we loved her dearly and she protected us from everything and everyone. She was especially protective of the kids.
Somehow it's rather comforting to know that no matter where we live, what our cultural background is, how old/young we are or what we do to make ends meet we all have the same worries.
Right after personal safety, the next major ideas that everyone seemed to be concerned about was our health and what the future held for our children.
Amazing. I'm willing to bet that if my questions had been written at the beginning of the 20th century the answers would have been the same.
It's Been a While-Let's Get Re-acquainted
While on FaceBook I found this query from one of my "friends". I realized that it had been quite a while since one of my blogs had some fun, so here are the questions and my answers, would love to see yours!
1-What is one of your favorite foods to eat? Let's face it, if you've read this blog a while-you know it's anything veggie.
2-Where is one of your all-time favorite travel destinations? Love the Caribbean! We've had 6 trips there and would love to go again for our 35th anniversary in 2016
3-Who is one of your favorite actors? Honestly, I don't have one. I go film by film.
4-What is one of your favorite movies? I'm very old school-I like to be entertained. Not grossed out or disgusted. I want to feel joy or deep thoughts when I sit for 2 hours. Since I'm an old dancer-"Singin' in the Rain".
5-Tell something that you've never shared about you before? I haven't shared this, but again, if you've read my work at all, you know that family is the driving force in my world. I'd do almost anything for my kids. I'm an avid believer in rescuing fur babies and if I could-I'd have a pet rescue. Any cruelty to innocents such as children and animals truly riles me up. Shame on those who do it. They deserve life without parole. Period.
6-My biggest concerns? Same as most of you-the state of our world, what will happen to my kids and grandkids. Will we ever retire and feel comfortable doing so? Will my health issues improve? Will my medical team ever actually be able to help me live a less painful life?
Where Does the Pet Fur Go?
When our kids were little we had a white cat, Snowy and a German shepherd mix, Lucky. They both were "shedders". It never bothered me. But Steve would "lose it" at almost every meal because he would find a piece of fur or two in his plate.
Maybe it's because I truly love the fur kids, but my stock answer was, "You know, you should be happy! They only share with those they love."
The kids would snicker and Steve would grimace. Our home had lots of wood and during many of those years I either worked part-time out of the home or was a full time stay-at-home-mom. Part of my daytime routine was to get out the floor vacuum and go over all the floors. This was followed by getting out the carpet vacuum and going over them.
Snowy shed white, Lucky shed black-our floors were a lovely shade of gray.
When our beloved first round of fur kids went to heaven we rescued Sunshine. Does anyone realize how much fur one lab/golden retriever mix can shed and still have a full coat? There wasn't a day that I didn't sweep, vacuum and do little hand "pick-ups" during all our wonderful 14 years with her. And when Pepper came into the mix-well, it's just too bad that I didn't have the presence of mind and the ability to do something with all that fur!
(As a sad note, Sunshine left us almost 2 years ago. We still miss her even with "new" Lucky to love)
Now we have Pepper and Lucky. Pepper has never actually shed all that much, but even with her very sleek coat Lucky does. However, outside of my clothes-I don't actually know where it all goes.
Part of it is definitely on the area rug in the family room-I know this because Steve seems proud to show me the canister every time he vacuums. But the bedroom rug? No. The bed? Strangely enough-no! The little dear sleeps under the sheets right next to me every night and yet-when I clean out the dryer filter-no fur! Pepper sleeps with us too-so between them why is there not a single gray or brown piece of fur?
Can it all be going onto one area rug and my clothes?
I'm starting to make the analogy to "where do all the missing socks go?" We know they go someplace, but do we ever really know where? My impression is that someday will I find all our missing footwear covered in tabby and Chihuahua fur bursting out of some unknown hole in the house.
Until then, I haven't heard Steve mention that he misses the "extra" loving on his dinner plates.
I was just thinking this morning at how I've personally changed since starting this blog. I started my musings on Independence Day, 2006. My reasoning was simple-I wanted a place where I could dust off my rusty writing techniques, give myself personal deadlines and get back to earning some money with those skills. And the reasoning behind Independence Day? That I was starting my own Independence and getting back to my roots.
My life is full-daughter, sister, wife, mother, aunt, in-law and grandparent, but I wanted to be Carine the writer as well. I had truly missed that part, deeply-just didn't have the time to realize it until our son, Adam graduated high school and we shut down our day care business.
There were no ideas of grandeur-just wanted to write. And so it began. Quickly realizing that while I could still write pretty darn well, I needed to do something about my technical abilities.
It took the help of a "kindly" stranger to get my list of favorites to be listed-if you try some of those links that are there-you'll find that some of them no longer exist-but my skills to take them off have not improved.
But-I have found a way to post some pictures. That's only been in the last couple of months-but I can do it! Plus, I've learned how to navigate several social media sites and even post from my smart phone!
All of these new talents were not easy for me-you'll remember way back at the beginning, I did write a post apologizing for not being able to acknowledge my favorite blogs or doing a whole lot more than just writing. I called myself a "technodweeb".
It's not that I'm much better at my technical abilities, but I'm very proud of those I've honed.
I wish I'd been able to have some of these skills when Dylan and Aidan were born-they were just as cute as Jackson-but I just wasn't able to add their baby photos-not even to "save my life". And then I would have loved to have shared a photo of Sunshine. Our dear and beloved (and despite our new adorable rescue, we still cry at missing her for almost 2 years now) Sunshine.
Besides being 7 years older, I've written about job loss, aches and pains, graduations, marriages, births, remodeling successes (and annoyances) and our very long moving experiences-some of my posts have been put on other peoples blogs, a couple I re-wrote and had published in Chicken Soup books and others have been my sounding boards-this has been a good place for me.
I'm not informing you (by any means) that I'm shutting down-this is still "my" place, but I'm hoping that you all still come here to share my life, my loves and hopefully still finding a bit of amusement in the process of visiting.