When they’re all asnooze on the floor beside me, I tend to ‘pick on them’ sometimes. [insert evil grin here] But only when I’m in the mood! Afterall, they jump up on the bed at 3 a.m. —this sounds like Hillary I know, but it’s true!—while I’m in deep slumber and one of them, either Winston or Tahoe, kneads my stomach while purring and, seeming like hours, making a circular nest, and then plop themselves down atop me…making me hot and unable to roll over. Why? I ask. See, I’m not a jerk like I stated above. I will lay there and suffer and not try to get them off. I Let them sleep. They know me all too well. I’m a pushover.
BUT, hold your horses, folks!! Let me tell you, revenge is sweet. After dinner, and the TV is on, they’re near me…I’ll start by petting them to where they’re purring and very contented. THEN —the massage gets rougher and rougher to the point where they’re P O’d! *If you enlarge the photo of Tahoe, look at her golden eye…she’s ticked off and readying for attack!* Oh oh…my furry companion begins to run away, but then…guess what? No matter which one it is, they both’ll make a big turn-around and come back, in attack mode. Yep, I’ve been bitten and scratched with their hind legs. But this is more fun for all involved – besides, it makes me feel superior – or visa versa, I don’t know what kitty is thinking. Finally, finally –they will either submit, or leave entirely, and all I see is a furry butt with their tail twitchin’. But, honestly, they don’t learn. They come back the very next day while I’m watching my movie or sports and the social behavior begins anew.
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Oh wait. Maybe I AM a JERK come to think of it! You see, Bud is a definite case for a psychiatrist! He ‘suffers’ from OCD. You know – OCD is marked by an insurmountable preoccupation with fixed ideas and gestures. His is carried to the extreme of having things in order. All day –and into the night. He can’t go to sleep if something of his is in a state of disarray. Trust me.
Even down to the point where his socks, once taken off, [the dirty ones are FOLDED together] and put in the laundry shoot as ONE. It has to be that way for him; his way or no way! Seriously. He can’t NOT just toss them in as he takes them off his stinkin’ feet. [He actually does this with all his soiled clothes...FOLDS them neatly before putting them into the laundry] And then the nightly ritual begins. He chooses his clean socks from the drawer, and puts heel to heel…straightens them, as if ironing the wrinkles, neatly folds them, then lays them in perfect 90 degree angle from his shoes. ON TOP of his shoes.
Okay, I’m always laughing at him because of his compulsive disorder. Always. Sometimes aloud, other times laughing to myself. I know from working with psychiatrists that this is curable and it is a ‘sickness’….but to me, why bother? It isn’t life threatening, and I look at it as something that SOCIETY has put a label on just to medicate the one who is afflicted. Honestly, I think in terms of having a chance to pick on him! So, this is what I’ve done in the past to throw him for a loop.
You see, I wait ’til he falls asleep; then the fun begins. I actually move his shoes…why not? He’ll find ‘em no matter. And then….once he’s snoring breathing evenly, I get up, Yes, I not only move his shoes where they’re strewn and in a disorderly state, I then take the neatly folded, laying just right, socks and…….
TIE them in knots! Okay, so, ya, I guess I am a jerk. At least I’m sure that that is what Bud is thinking. To put it in a kinder, gentler term.
Next week our hostess will be Mariposa.
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I wanted to send along some sincere words of thanks here for everyone that stopped by over the weekend with their wishes sent to Bud and me for our special anniversary! It meant a great deal to me, truly! Your thoughtfulness and friendship made our day so much brighter!
It happened that it was also mother’s day. I told Bud, no flowers. And of course both our kids have heard me say over and over, “don’t waste hard earned money on bouquets for me”, so no, no flowers for me. I’d much rather see them spend their money for themselves. I don’t need anything but a simple “Hi Mom” over the phone.
Which I received. Both kids remembered. My sister also called to wish us a super 40th anniversary. So, not ignoring dear man of mine, but I spent a few hours on the phone.
It rained early in the morning. We went out for our usual Sunday Brunch. Came home and read the newspaper. Bud put our bottle of champagne in the ‘fridge to chill for evening, after going out for dinner. We didn’t do much of anything special during the day. Most of the morning was dark and gloomy. But the sun came out by mid afternoon and the temps stayed half way comfortable. Later we showered and dressed for our dinner. We decided to throw all our eating habits of health foods out the window yesterday —So we ended up and Montana Mike’s. And as much as we’ve been doing to stay away from red meats these days, we both decided a thick juicy steak was just what we deserved! Bud ordered the T-bone and Baby Back Ribs combination….colossal servings! *gulp* And I ordered The Surf and Turf -rib eye steak and butterflied FRIED shrimp! Both of us had the baked sweet potato with cinnamon and butter topping. Of course along with the house salad.
The sweet waitress overheard us ‘toasting’ each other after our glasses of wine were served as she walked by us serving others in the table behind us. At the end of the meal, she surprised us with their dessert specialties of the house. Which we could not even begin to think of consuming….we were stuffed to the gills!!
She had them box it up for us to take home.
By the time we arrived home, the two of us were quite uncomfortable. Yes, we ate that much. And consumed a bit too much alcohol. After we both changed clothes to our lounging around the house stuff….ELASTIC waist bands and such. LOL —we stretched out together and watched a little TV and let our bodies digest the rich foods. Did I say we were over-stuffed and miserable.
Anyway, a few hours later, we dimmed the lights, lit some candles, put on our favorite music and opened our champagne. Bud surprised me with this—-
A Ruby & Diamond heart!!!
What a guy. Incredible…or incredibly stupid for still lovin’ this jerk!
I’m so lucky!!!
He’s my man….
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Now today, it’s our grandson’s 19th Birthday!
Are we ancient ones or what?
19….wow.
…and it’s back to ‘healthy foods’ for us…we’re too old for that rich food.
Photo courtesy of NYTimes & Obama Family
Also, I found this compelling story of the USA’s Democratic Presidential Campaigner…Barack Obama’s Mother’s Story that was on his blog for Mother’s Day.
First, the British Royal family. Prince Harry. Prince Harry is third in line to the British Throne and the younger son of The Prince of Wales and Diana, Princess of Wales.
Tom. The comedy team of the Smother’s Brothers!! Oh how I loved to watch these guys! Tom [aka Tommy] was a hoot! Best known for his plaintive, “Mom always liked you best!” and as the slightly slow-witted (on-stage that is), comical half of the Smothers Brothers, Tom Smothers also has had a sporadic solo career as an actor and performer of children’s music. He made his feature film debut sans brother 
