Music on Friday

Here’s a little something by a new artist, Elle King, that I’m liking a lot:

I really like this new crop of sassy young women!

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Posted by on May 20, 2016 in Music, Uncategorized



No Juan Home

Juan has gone to Grandma’s to be worked like a rented mule help with yard work for the week, and I feel like I’m on vacation. What a terrible thing to say. Here, take my Mom Card, ‘k?

This song perfectly sums up how I feel about his generation:

I mean, really! Get a fucking job already!

Okay, sorry. I shouldn’t be yelling at my offspring. He’s a Grown Man and can make his own decisions and right now (obviously) he’s still searching for his Dream Job and he won’t take it until he’s absolutely sure it will fulfill his soul.


Wait. He’s a good kid. I should be happy that he’s not dead or in jail or on drugs or eating kittens for breakfast, right?

Sigh. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, really I don’t. I’m not wishing any of those things on him.

Mom picked him up yesterday at noon. For the first time in 18 months I went home to an empty house. Er…trailer. The cat greeted me with a chirp and the three of us had a delightful evening alone. I forgot how peaceful my life can be. I forgot how oppressive it can be living in such a tiny space with a person who is not a lover – I mean, I don’t even take my bra off until bedtime because it creeps me out, and that, my friends, is a crime!

No idea where this post was going, so I’ll sign off and get back to work.


Posted by on May 17, 2016 in Uncategorized


Closed for business

No, not this here blog, but my uterus. Pass this one by if you don’t want TMI today…

You might recall I wrote about my uterus a few months ago. At the time I wasn’t too concerned, just fed up with all the bother and wondering when it would all be over.

And then, nothing. Months and months of nothing. I was happy, but wondering if it wasn’t some cruel joke being played on me by the Universe and so I went through my days prepared for the flood to begin again at any moment. There was no way I could be pregnant, so I wasn’t worried about getting a “surprise,” which was small comfort, let me tell you.

I finally scheduled an appointment for a physical and blood work. I was very clear with the woman on the phone what I was going in for and she miraculously (considering the state of health care in this tiny town) ordered the correct tests, which were beamed auto-magically to my online chart thingy and I knew before I went in for the exam that I was post-menopausal at last.

For the curious, the test is called FSH and measures your Follicle Stimulating Hormone levels. Evidently, they are in very clear ranges depending on your life stage and mine are pegged almost at the end of the post-menopausal range of the spectrum, so there is no doubt.

What a relief! No hot flashes, no night sweats and my body seems to be functioning as it always has, albeit with 13 extra pounds since my last physical 18 months ago. Sigh. I was also instructed to get as much high-impact exercise as possible and take a calcium supplement to keep my bones healthy. Not swimming, not bike riding, but walking or jogging. I don’t mind walking but only a Zombie Apocalypse could ever make me jog. I shudder just thinking about it.

In the meantime, I haven’t been around here much. I have the same lame excuse as last time, and I’m back on the Vitamin D supplements for three months.

The Kid is still living with me, but he’s getting work here and there under the table. No prospects for Real Work as far as I can tell. He’s come out of his shell a bit, which is good, but I am damned good and tired of living in my tiny space with him. Don’t get me wrong, I love my son, but I am tying a knot in the end of my rope and hoping I have the strength to hold on a little longer.

Revy the RV kitty disappeared a couple of months ago. I figured he’d hopped into an open car door and gone for a ride, being dropped at the end when the driver discovered him, but a resident of the park recently made a comment about “shooting any cats” that dared invade his space, and now I wonder just what happened. “Management” has been informed and I’ve been promised resolution, but as always I’m doubtful anything productive will happen and I’ll likely never know Revy’s fate.

In other cat news, I’ve adopted another, Mr. Big. His story will be posted soon, along with some pictures. Sabu is not quite thrilled with him yet, but they were almost playing last night. Picture a very large cat and my crazy dog racing up and down a 30 foot travel trailer. Yeah. No idea what the neighbors might have thought of the trailer rocking like that, but you know I always like to keep them guessing…


Posted by on May 4, 2016 in Uncategorized


So we’re doing this now…

After Juan’s bike seat was stolen, we had to make a trip to Bike & Hike in Corvallis to replace the seat post. While there, I fell in love with a snazzy red bike like this one –

Red MomentumI resisted the urge to buy it right then and there because it would never fit into my car and do I really need a bike? It’s been years since I rode to work and even more years since I’d bought a brand new bike. I couldn’t justify the expense and besides, it was pouring down rain.

Of course we bought the wrong size seat post and had to go back again the next day. The bike was even more snazzy on second look but again I talked myself out of taking her home.

Saturday dawned clear and sunny and I found Awana at the Studio with no plans for the day. I showed her a phone pic of the bike (already named Scarlet in my head) and described what I would do with her. Being a Prime Enabler (and a former cyclist,) she offered to take her van over and pick up the bike with me. I was powerless to resist:-)

She rides like a dream. I’d forgotten how much I love to ride (Captain Bligh ruined commuting for me) and since I live so close to the office, there’s really no need for me to drive at all in this flat town.

But. Sabu would have to learn to run beside the bike to make commuting pay off – she pines and pouts when left home with Juan as she takes her job as Office Dog very seriously. After some internet research, I decided to give the Walky Dog a try –

Seems simple enough, right? Sabu really wants to run beside a bike, but she’s an unpredictable bitch and I knew if I tried to take her with a regular leash we’d be in a world of trouble at first site of a cat, dog, squirrel, diesel truck or another bike.

The website promises your dog will willingly adapt to the Walky Dog in about five minutes and you’ll be off and running, wearing out the dog (a tired dog is a good dog!) and having a grand time. I bought the EzyDog harness so if she wanted to pull she wouldn’t rub all her fur off.

Sabu is a bit hard headed, so I prepared myself for a series of long training sessions and hoped we’d be able to ride to work in a couple of weeks.

Once again that damned dog surprised me, but in a good way this time! I walked her beside the bike for a minute or two and she was soon lunging forward, making her little “I’m so excited, let’s just GO for fuck’s sake” howling noise so I hopped on the bike and off we went.

All doubts were soon left behind as she ran beside the bike, pulling for all she was worth, trying to go faster, faster, faster! I rode the brakes to keep us from ending up in the next county and had a grand time steering against her until she stopped trying to get up on the sidewalk.

What a blast! We rode into work on Monday, Sabu running all out towing the whole way. Got a few strange looks, but both our smiles were well worth it! She towed me home, too, her enthusiasm still at a high. She seemed ready to go forever, but she’s an Old Lady Dog and I didn’t push her limits. Top speed (you know I had to get a computer to keep track of such things, right? A Good Life is all about the accessories:-) ) on Monday was 11.7 mph.

Tuesday she was slower but still very keen to get going. Top speed was just under 10 mph towing all the way. The ride home was slower and I could tell she was working harder. Ah ha! This really does work to wear out a dog!

Today she was clearly feeling the burn, not towing much at all, very willing to slow down to a trot. Top speed about 7 mph.

A wonderful side effect to this little exercise is that she’s paying closer attention to me and pretending to be a Good Dog most of the time. She’s napping at the office, too, not jumping up at every sound that doesn’t belong.

Found a used car bike rack on Craigslist, so I guess we’ll be taking this act on the road, too. Have I lost my mind?


Posted by on March 30, 2016 in Uncategorized


Not music

Awana and I have discussed the Man Bun phenom, so this video is for her:-)

This guy is hysterical!

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Posted by on March 18, 2016 in Uncategorized


More Thievery

I have had it with this crappy tweaker town! Came home from work Monday, knackered after the stupid time change, and noticed that Juan’s* bicycle had no seat.

“Huh,” I thought, “that’s pretty clever, him taking the seat inside so it doesn’t get wet…”

The awning has been in these last few months and his bike has been getting soaked but he refused to bring it inside, saying that it would take up too much room. It was chained (with a bright orange logging chain, so the tweakers wouldn’t come right up to the trailer to check) and locked, so the bike itself was pretty safe, just exposed to the weather. I’m a fan of Taking Care of My Shit, so I didn’t like it, but whatever – I didn’t buy it, I don’t own it, therefore it’s not something I need to worry about.

I asked him if he’d taken the seat inside. Nope. He had no idea what I was talking about. A quick trip outside (it was pouring down rain) and he confirmed that the seat had, indeed, been stolen, post and all. The handlebar grips, too.

What the Fuck are people thinking? Where the fuck was the dog that she didn’t bark her head off at the approach of a stranger? Did they kidnap the cat, too – he’s gone AWOL.

So, fine. Last night after work we went in search of a new seat, post and grips. Turns out no place in this hell hole of a town sells bicycle seat posts. Oh, sure, we could have gone to the “used market” with all the bikes parked out front, where we probably would have found his actual seat, but if we had, well, I’d be writing this from jail, and y’all know how terrible I’d look dressed in wide black stripes.

The theft was bad enough, but now I have to make a special trip into Albany (or Corvallis if the Albany bike shop is closed after work today) to get a new seat post so Juan can ride his bike to an interview if he ever gets one oh, my god! I am so done with this Mom Gig I could just scream but I won’t because I’ve been beating (metaphorically) on New Guy all day and I think he might wet himself if I screamed and where was I going with this?

I really don’t need another thing to piss me off right now, but there ya go – the Universe teaching me that People Suck. As if I hadn’t already had my quota of Life Lessons.

*Juan is not his actual name, but I’ve taken to calling him Juan the Houseboy to try to shame him into getting his ass moving towards the door. Sadly, it doesn’t seem to be having the intended effect but I’m stubborn and will continue until I get bored or he gets out or I think up something more humiliating. Suggestions welcome:-)

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Posted by on March 16, 2016 in Uncategorized


Music on Friday

Happy Friday! This week has been about twelve days too long. Time to explore the idea of tunes on Friday again.

When I worked in Portland, this song would play on the radio every Friday morning just before 0800 on my drive in to the office and became a Friday Anthem of sorts –

It still makes me smile and remember those days…

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Posted by on March 11, 2016 in Music, Uncategorized


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