Time Flies

Hello most humans and many others,

Well, it is true. Time flies when Missy Linda is driving everyone crazy. No, nothing new around here- - -just the usual.

We were expecting Missy Elise and her family to come from Fayetteville, AR, to finally celebrate Christmas. We also have had three birthdays in the family since the Christmas that was on the calendar (you know, on December 25).

It sounds as if we will be experiencing the same type of weather this weekend that we had on "real Christmas," and they will not be able to come here. This time, they will be getting the bad weather where they live, too. Previously, the storm turned north and mostly missed Fayetteville. This time it appears that it will hit us all fairly equally.

Missy Linda bought batteries yesterday in case the power goes out. Tio Kane had turned the gas off from the stove in the utility room this summer so they are going to get it ready to go. The people have groceries, and Mr. Nelson and Mr. Mushu are stocked up on food.

The only thing Missy Linda dreads is driving home from work on Thursday at 5:00 p.m. She is not too afraid of driving herself, but she hates to drive in the ice when other people are driving, too. She does have four wheel drive which helped a lot in the last storm. She doesn't mind driving ten miles an hour if that is what it takes. But, other drivers don't seem to share her ice and snow philosophy of "slow and steady wins the race."

She is not Happy

Hi there most humans and many others,

Well, I expected that Missy Linda would be cranky a couple of days after another store inventory, but she was angry. Tio Kane was not home when she got back from Norman yesterday so Mr. Nelson and I had to listen to her ranting about her day. It was excruciating hearing her go on and on!- - - Don't get me wrong, I don't mean I felt sorry for her; I felt sorry for Mr. Nelson and me!

It seems that when other people came to work in the Edmond store's inventory, they were provided a free lunch of submarine sandwiches, chips, drinks, candy and nuts plus donuts and coffee before that. Missy Linda and the people working in Norman got zilch, nada, nothing! They had to buy their own lunches! I say, "So?"

I'm glad that she rode with someone to go down there. Can you imagine if she had used her own gasoline?

Oh, No! Not Again!

Hi there most humans and many others,

Well, I am going to have to endure another weekend with Missy Linda all groggy and cranky after she goes to the Norman branch of the fabric store to help with inventory there. The only plus is that she will be gone from home long enough for me to shop online, and presumably, she will be earning extra money that I can spend.

Sadly, she will be very cranky, though, because she has to be at the store in Norman at 6:00 am tomorrow. Since she isn't the only person going, they will also ride together. That means that she won't get to drop by Missy Barb's house or visit with anyone that she knows in Norman, like Missy Carol or Pseudo Uncle either. It has been a long time since she has visited with any of them in person. I can tell that she is wound up as tight as a (fill in amusing metaphor). She is easier to deal with when she gets to let down her hair with her friends. There hasn't been a slumber party in months because she hasn't been able to get down there. She is becoming a sad, old, bitter woman (as if she weren't, anyway).

Well, wish me luck dealing with her. I will need it.

The Usual

Hello most humans and many others,

Well, Missy Linda's inventory duty is over, and she has survived and is recovered. She says that the actual inventory wasn't so bad- - -it was Mr. Nelson barking at something in the yard for a long time in the wee hours of the morning that caused the most problems. Mr. Nelson tries to be quiet when he is told to do that, but if some critter is in his yard, he can control himself for only short periods of time. Later, Missy Linda remembered that she should have pulled down the blinds in the family room so that he couldn't see outside. It didn't occur to her until days later, though. Duh!

Missy Linda's friend at work, Missy Hope, had the same problem with her doggy, Missy Penny Ann on the night before the inventory. That pair was probably as efficient as (fill in entertaining metaphor).

Well, I have to run because Missy Linda needs the computer before she heads off to work. I'll talk to you all tomorrow.

I Just Want Her to Keep it to Herself

Hello there most humans and many others,

All right! I have had enough of Missy Linda! I do not want to be her confidante any longer. I thought it was supposed to be that I told her about MY life and problems, not the other way around. I am sick to death of hearing her drone on all the time about tiny little things that don't matter to me at all.

Today she is all up in my grill (pretty hip talk, huh?) about whether or not she is going to be able to take hard classes and work. So there are graduate students in her classes who get graduate credit. That is clearly noted in the information about the class. The time to worry about that is when she is signing up for classes! Am I right?

Also, it seems that there is inventory at the store on Friday. So? Big deal! She has to go to work at 6:00 am, and there is just a question mark for when she is finished. She doesn't have to be at work until 10:00 the next morning! That is thirty minutes later than she usually has to work on Saturday. See what I mean? Complain, complain, complain. That's all I hear from her.

What do I want? I want her to say things like, "Juana, how was your day?" "Juana, would you like for me to take you on a vacation?" "Juana, are you warm enough?" "Juana, are you cool enough?" "Juana, you look beautiful." "Juana, what can I do for you?"

Is that too much to ask?

Better

Hello most humans and many others,

Well, the good news is that Mr. Nelson is feeling better. Missy Linda says that dogs are smarter than people about things like sickness. Mr. Nelson was smart enough to refrain from eating while he was sick, but now he is eating some, and he is on patrol in the back yard again. Missy Linda and Tio Kane are very relieved because Mr. Puck had gastro-intestinal problems right before he died. Missy Linda said she read that those kinds of things are very serious for dogs.

Missy Linda also made a discovery about fitness in humans. She said she had heard that people start to lose their level of fitness if they don't exercise for three days. She believes that is absolutely true for sure now. She was off work for three days while she was sick, and after working yesterday, her legs ache like they did when she first started working at the fabric store. She thinks that is a depressing situation for people who have to force themselves to exercise in the first place because three days is not much wiggle room. If people can go downhill so fast, it makes it seem too tenuous to work on fitness. Of course, you can guess that Missy Linda is not an enthusiastic exerciser, right?

TW3

Hello most humans and many others,

Well, here we go again. In case you all don't understand the title of my blog today, Missy Linda told me about a show that was on TV many years ago called "That Was The Week That Was." They called it "TW3" to shorten it. It was a comedic look at the events in the news the past week. Anyway, it's not comedic to me, but I guess this is a look at the last several days around here.

As I mentioned, we were preparing to head over to Fayetteville, AR, to visit Missy Elise and her family and have Christmas. Well, Missy Linda and Missy Elise talked incessantly about the weather as there was a sort of small stormy incident on Wednesday night here and Thursday morning there. It was deemed by Missy Linda that the storm was not a travel problem.

However, Missy Linda got up sick on Thursday morning. She had a fever, sort throat and the usual wintry mix of symptoms. She is all right now, but she even stayed home from work yesterday. She will be there at the crack of noon today, though. She was super disappointed to miss the trip and moped around with exceeding annoyance the last few days- - -that would be annoyance to me!

As the topper to my glamorous non-vacation view of tissues, Mucinex, ibuprofen, coughing, sneezing and general malaise, yesterday, Mr. Nelson experienced (and is still experiencing) some gastro-intestinal upset. Have you ever smelled dog gas? Let me tell you! It nearly knocks me off my perch! Missy Linda says he is better this morning, but I will have to not smell it to believe it!

Hibernate?

Hello most humans and many others,

As you all know, I am still learning about you humans. Are you all supposed to hibernate? I keep thinking that Missy Linda feels a need to do that because she can hardly stay awake until 9:00 pm. I think that if she could, she would just sleep her life away. Do you think she has what you all call "sleeping sickness?"

She does get up and go to work, but when she doesn't have to be at work, she sleeps until 8:00 am sometimes, and I know she would sleep longer if it weren't for the pets who want breakfast. I have seen her do it. She has been known to sleep until 10:00 am at times!

It is good that she has to take care of Mr. Nelson and Mr. Mushu or no telling what she would be doing! Tio Kane says that Mr. Nelson is a therapy dog because he makes them get up off of their behinds to play and walk and things --- and makes Missy Linda get up in the morning.

COLD!

Brrrrrrr most humans and many others,

Wow! Even I can tell how cold it is, and I haven't even been outside! This morning when Missy Linda took out the recycling and filled the bird feeder, she actually wore shoes and a coat. Now, I'm not saying that she stays outside barefoot and coatless when it is cold, but she will certainly run out for a couple of minutes in that state. When she wears socks in the house, I know that something is amiss.

She has even been wearing socks at work, and that is a big change for her. Although she has not started wearing a long sleeved shirt under her short sleeved work shirt like most of the other people do. She says that it has not been that cold inside the store, and if she had to wear two shirts, everyone else would probably have to wear her coat.

If I go to Fayetteville with Missy Linda, Tio Kane and Mr. Nelson on Thursday and Friday, I hope and pray that I do not get left in the car alone and freezing head down in a shopping bag!

Mirror, Mirror

Hello there most humans and many others,

Well, how were your New Year Celebrations? Mine was nonexistent - - - big surprise!

Now, I have had to listen to Missy Linda going around saying, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall. I am my mother, after all." Needless to say, she is driving me crazy with her mantra!

It seems that when she neglects to put on her make-up and get decent for the public - - -put on clothes instead of jammies - - - she realizes that she is looking like her mother. Oh, my goodness! Does this ever send her into a tizzy!

Now, I am not even talking about her mother in the very last part of her life, like when she lived in the nursing home, and they had lost her teeth, and her hair was pure white and straight as a string. I am referring to when she was about Missy Linda's age.

It seems that Missy Linda believes her face is getting rather saggy around the jowls, and she is getting turkey neck. Now, while this is true, she probably just looks fairly normal for her age. It must be taken into account that she does not have the funds to get any botox or lifts or any of those other things that affluent women have done. (She says she wouldn't do that anyway!)

Anyway, if you see her running around with a bag over her head, I have just done to her what she does to me sometimes- - - stuck her head first into a shopping bag!