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RV LIFE:
Crisis! I have no more peanut butter!!!! Horrors!!!! 99.9% of the time, my breakfast consists of coffee, whole grain toast with natural peanut butter and some kind of jam.
1: an emotionally significant event or radical change of status in a person's life.
Breakfast is the stabilizer of my day. I so look forward to coffee and my toast with PB. This could cause me to lose sleep with nothing to look forward to in the morning!
2: an unstable or crucial time or state of affairs in which a decisive change is impending; especially : one with the distinct possibility of a highly undesirable outcome.
Highly undesirable outcome? You betcha! This could cause my day to start off bad and I may not recover. Then I'll take it out on Scott, and yell at the dogs, and so on.
3 : a situation that has reached a critical phase
I'm definitely at the critical stage. No PB and no way of getting any!
Oh, woe is me!
If only I hadn't made a second piece of toast and PB&J those times I pigged out at breakfast.
If only I hadn't made an extra piece of toast & PB for the dogs to enjoy.
If only I hadn't made that PB&J sandwich for lunch the other day.
If only I hadn't mixed my precious PB with water and warmed the mixture to make a gravy to pour over the dog's dry kibble dinner because we are also out of canned dog food and canned tuna.
Ohhhhhhh, what a miserable life I have. How can I survive a week without my dear friend Mr. Peanut Butter!
Wait! Is there hope? I have an idea! I can take our Swayze's (our African Grey Parrot) peanuts and process them in the Vitamix, I've never used! Hmmmm. Or maybe I could ask for a tablespoon of PB, like you'd ask for a cup of sugar from one of our neighbors? Nope. I'll just suffer and work through my emotions and cravings. I will survive!
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| I don't need no stinking phone! I need a grocery store!!!! |
See? It's happening already!!!
What a crappy morning! Through my eyes anyway.
No PB. No whole grain bread. Just potato bread and jam. Did not satisfy.
Devin is usually good tied outside in the morning. This morning he started to bark. Ugh.
Had to take dogs for a walk before I finished my first cup of coffee.
Devin is STILL PULLING! I don't have the patience this morning. We've tried a prong collar, which sort of works, but sometimes when you do the quick tug, it comes undone and we have a loose Devin. We've tried two different no pull harnesses. One is too difficult to put on, the other loosens and doesn't work & besides Devin is strong and just pulls anyway, just not as severe. We've tried the gentle leader and he still pulls! How can that be? I am so frustrated. Do I resort to the e-collar? Devin shuts down with that. I'm now wrapping his leash around my waist, so there is not so much strain on me when he pulls. I'm making him heal the whole walk. How much fun is that for him or me?
Lyla pooped 3 times. At least I had enough bags. But the damned dumpster has metal lids and they are soooo heavy to lift, especially while holding two active large dogs. Why don't they have the plastic lids like most campground dumpsters, or the side sliding door? Grrrrrr!
Lyla is frisky this morning and she suddenly pulls me in the opposite direction to smell something (she usually doesn't pull). Ow! That can't be good for my shoulder.
The 5500' altitude isn't helping. I'm having a difficult time breathing. This sucks! I'm ready for a small dog.
This is all through my unappreciative, mad mood eyes. Get a grip Deb!
How can any morning be crappy when I'm retired, living free, healthy, happily married and have two healthy sweet dogs who occasionally act up? How can I be so miserable when I have a great life. I think I'm calming. Still tense, but on my way to a better mood. Damn that PB!
As I was cruising the net yesterday, I stumbled upon Face Transplants. I've only been hospitalized twice. One was voluntary in my earlier twenties. I had a breast reduction. Yep, I had a size 6 body with a large size chest. I did not like the unwanted attention I got. I did not like trying to find a one piece bathing suit, I did not like that my tata's came down almost to my waist (I am short waisted). For 30 years those reformed breast were good to me. Now that I've gained 50#'s, my breasts are that of my 20 year old self. Normally, that would sound good, but in my case...not!
My second hospitalization was only the ER overnight. I had anaphylactic shock from shrimp. Just after I told Scott I didn't want to go to the hospital, I fainted.
Back on topic. The physical and mental suffering these people with facial trauma have gone through. First the horrible pain of the incident, then the operations, their previous normal life taken away, their multiple operations and then to deal with having a new face. To have the mental strength to keep going is impressive. Thankful for the gift, for the talent of the Dr.'s, but still struggling to accept your old face is never to return and be thankful for the new face. I'm in a much better mood. Thank you all for "listening". Sorry.
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AUDIO BOOK REVIEW:
Solomon Vs. Lord by Paul LevineMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
Probably more like a 3.5 rating.
Narrator did an adequate job.
Murder mystery. Started out kind of slow and I almost gave up. But once I got into the characters and becoming really interested in who murdered the victim, then I really enjoyed the book. Quite a round about way of finding the "killer".
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WHERE WE'RE GOING:
June 14 -24, 2013 Armitage County Park, Eugene, OR
June 25- July 8, 2013 River's End RV Park, Chinook,WA
July 9-17, 2013 Port. Hudson RV Park, Port Townsend, WA
Tentative:
Neah Bay, WA
La Push, WA
Coeur d'Alene, ID
Lordy....you think I could overnight you a case of it, handed over by a good looking man in brown suit! Might ask a neighbor...kind of like a cup of sugar! :O)
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