Yesterday I finally got my El Cruncho at the new taco place I've been waiting eagerly 2 weeks for and it was good except someone screwed up, either my hubby ordering it or the person who made it as it ended up being chicken even though I wanted beef and that was what was in the photo I even sent with my hubby so that he wouldn't get the wrong thing. Yesterday my hubby also took the car in to the mechanic to get the snow tires taken off as being almost May it's hopefully safe now we won't get any more snow and March normally gets 34 mm of rain but we got over 100mm and April usually gets around 70mm and we got 115mm. The leaves are also finally open on the trees now.

I also saw this "10 years ago today" on my Facebook and it was Buddy shortly after we got him and I just miss him so much. This photo of when he was young also made me remember how young he once was,too. When he died last YR at age 19 he hardly had much fur left and what he did have was all grey and he was blind and skinny and had a big hernia and arthritis and could barely walk and only had a couple of teeth left and looked like the well-loved well-used Velveteen Rabbit.
We also got the Smile cookies from Tim Hortons for charity and I had raspberry filled powdered donuts on the list and my hubby got yucky strawberry which he knows I hate so he either was just being stupid and didn't read the label again or he did it on purpose to piss me off, and he said the 31 YR old is still with his accountant GF and he even saw her as well and said she's short like his ex-GF was and I hope she's a better influence on him than his last one was who encouraged him to get drunk; hopefully this one doesn't even drink at all, and it always feels like my family is on one "side" too and I'm on the other, and I'm mad: I miss the news on Saturday as well as it's pre-empted for some stupid horse race and that's one of my pet-peeves; when the regular stuff is pre-empted for crap. For one thing, the news is more important than a stupid horse race and besides, why can't they just put that crap on the specialty channel where it belongs? I also heard it costs something outrageous like 50$ a month for the redneck sports channels and they couldn't even pay me that much to watch it!!

I also got these daffodils from our front garden and picked them and brought them inside( our first flowers in the house in months and I've really missed it) before someone else walking by does and my hubby said the second-oldest's cat ate a wool hat and must have an obstruction or something as it needs stomach surgery and those stupid things cost more $$$ than they're worth and the BC Girls have 3 of them too so I can just imagine the pissy smell in their apt. with the litterboxes.,too,...just ewwwwww.... and my abdomenal pain's still sooooo baaad and yesterday I was groaning and bellowing so loudly in pain it sounded like a moose mating call and Beja was worried and kept coming over to check on me to see I was ok and giving me kisses. Isn't he just so sweet?

I also saw this photo and it reminded me of the 80s and a happy time in my life I miss and a time I still had hope and a future in my life, and I don't think there should be any age limit to girls & women to be able to wear tutus and feel like princesses, and yesterday Beja threw his bone at my hubby a couple of times telling him to play and he snapped, "You're not MY dog!" which made me sad as he likes playing with him and it makes him happy and I don't mind, just as long as he loves me the most because he is mine and wanting my dog to love me more than anyone else isn't too much to ask. I also saw a photo of the toy below and it brought back happy memories both because I had it as a baby
and so did my kids but now all the good things/times are just distant memories in the past.

“What's wrong with you lately? You seem to be checked out and not yourself.”
Me: I'm grieving a life I thought I would have, battling stuff that no one knows about, and craving a future that I don't think exists for me, so yeah I'm pretty checked out. I'm fine though.-

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