November 13, 2014
When I went to bed last night at 2 a.m. I thought, I don't have to get up in the morning. I'm just going to sleep in. Even without the alarm I still woke up at 7:45. I'm sure the Giant garbage truck collecting the trash 50 feet from our bedroom window had nothing to do with it! As I lay there waking up and doing an inventory of my aches and pains. I came to the conclusion that overall, I'm feeling considerably better than I did yesterday. I was able to breathe and my aches and pains have returned to their normal levels. My throat is still a problem. I have had several coughing fits that have left my throat very sore and me sounding like Louis Armstrong. What a wonderful world it would be, if my throat wasn't sore.
Poor Elvis and Nutmeg. They are tiny little flea bags. We have been bathing both the dogs daily with apple cider vinegar and Dawn dish soap and everything else every lunatic on the Internet suggests to get rid of fleas. To no avail. It was time for the Nuclear option.
The plan was to find a groomer who would delouse them. Then shave their little butts naked. The place where we used to get them groomed is no longer there so we needed to find a new place. I found a groomer that opened up on Austin Avenue, ten blocks from home. I gave them a call and they said that they could take them right away. I told them I'd be there in 15 minutes. I got the dogs together and threw all of their bedding and stuffy toys in the laundry for the third time in four days.
The Austin Dog Groomers is run by a nice Korean couple. Elvis and Nutmeg were the only two dogs when I got there. I like the place. They have an open area for the dogs and don't use cages.
They were going to give them both flea baths and a haircut and then an Advantage treatment for the fleas. I left them at the groomers and when I got home, we went into a cleaning frenzy!
We put everything that they had been in contact with into the laundry. The lovely Lisa vacuumed everywhere including the couches, the pillows and even me, if I stopped moving.
At noon I went over to pick up Mama Lee. We have an appointment at The Spa at 12:30.
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| Nails for Mama Lee |
Mama Lee gets her nails done and I get a pedicure. I have had half a dozen of the girls at the spa do my pedicure, the one I had today was the best.
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| Hurt so good! |
Her name is Tina, Tina the Toe. She hurt me bad, but it was worth it! I have always had problems with ingrown toenails and she really got them cleaned up. She was digging out callouses and cleaned my cuticles? down to the bone. I was one more cuticle scrape away from crying like a little girl when she stopped. So did the pain. This is the best my feet have ever felt. I don't think I will ever be able to let another half sized Vietnamese woman play with my toes again! From now on, its Tina the Toe or no go!!
It always takes Mama Lee longer than it takes me. She gets these fancy nails put on that make it nearly impossible for her to use her phone or even pick anything small up.After the nails are glued on she has to sit with her hands in an easybake oven for fifteen minutes. I thought she had said that she was going to have them removed and go back to her natural nails, with a nice manicure. Evidently she changed her mind. She told me later that she didn't want the fancy nails but couldn't explain herself to Ami, the woman who has done her nails for a couple of years. So Ami just gave her the regular.
I went off to do a little shopping for Mama Lee she needed some of those cotton pads for removing makeup and a new compact hairdryer. You can spend quite a bit of money on a hairdryer. I didn't! Maybe if they had one made out of nerf I would.
Between her Parkinsons and the tile floor, her equipment has a life expectancy of a couple of months. I got a text from the lovely Lisa that she had the dogs. $130 later we had two less infested Rat dogs. It can take up to 24 hours for the advantage to kill the fleas
that managed to escape the flea bath and the Clippers.
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| After the Spa. |
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| Princess Fleabag |
On the way home Mama Lee asked me to get her some pizza
from Little Caesars Pizza hot-n-ready. Their slogan should be
Hot-n-Ready keeps you pooping steady. Not only is it bad pizza but it's bad pizza that's been sitting in a warming oven since Christ was a carpenter!
I took Mama Lee back to her place so she could enjoy her pizza and wait for her massage. She has a massage therapist come every six weeks, it really makes a difference in how she feels. He's also six foot three and ripped. Hell, I'd let him rub me down. Like if I was high or something!
I wanted to get home because I haven't seen the dogs new haircuts. I swing by cheap thrills for some salad stuff and some sausage for dinner. I bought hot Italian turkey sausage. I had never tried them before. They looked really good and they were 30% off in the used meat section.
It was after 3 o'clock by the time I got home. The lovely Lisa was flaked out on the couch so I changed into my workout gear and headed to the Green Room. I tried to video one set of my workout but the battery kept dieing.
I do ten Belly Crunches
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| Still sporting my Alien belly hump |
then I do ten Iron Cross lifts in the sitting position
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| Ouch |
Then I do ten Forward Sky Lifts in the prone position
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| From my hips all the way over my head |
and finish with ten No Stair Stretches
Then I repeat it ten times. Off the mat, I climbed aboard the Iron Maiden and pedalled my way through an episode of Fresh Prince of Belair.
After I finished my workout I came upstairs to make dinner for Lisa and I. I made a giant Squatch Salad with eggs and radishes and all kinds of good stuff. Hot Italian turkey sausagee and perogies for the lovely Lisa.
Tonight was TV night. The lovely Lisa and I sat and watched about five episodes of Family Feud. Man are people stupid.
Question; Name something that starts with the word rice.
Answer; Chicken Fried Rice. WTF
Now I'm going to the office and transfer all of this on to my blog. I'll add the pictures and correct the grammar. My speech to text program doesn't do punctuation.
One last thing. After I mentioned I had one reader in the Ukraine, he disappeared!
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| Goodbye Ukraine, I hardly knew ye, |
The Russian is still there...hmmmm, just saying?
That's all I got
Till next time
Peace out Y'all
©2014 Dave Squatch Ward
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