We are having an old fashioned blizzard. Which is ok because we aren't going anywhere.

I went to the doc thinking I had arthritis in my hands, and was told, no you have carpel tunnel. Guess it's better than arthritis by miles, but I have to give up knitting for a few months and write a LOT less. This does not bode well, because I have a concert tour coming up and that's what I do when I am not needed. So now I have to find something non-handkilling to fill my time. Oh, I could take photos, but musicians are fussy critters.

I haven't been here for a long time. My son's been having all sorts of nasty dental work and has been in a lot of pain. Been spending most of my spare time knitting.

Here's a little something I made yesterday.

I have been flat on my back for the last three weeks. Sciatica hit me like a ten ton truck. Let me say it's not fun.

In spite of deleting every one of his messages, the porn spammer is still hitting me. I'd like to wring his neck.

That damned porn spammer is driving me crazy. I want to rip his heart out and make him eat it.

Things are quiet. Still haven't vacuumed under the table so I can put my bare feet on Pep's fur first thing in the morning. She was the one who got me through my day.

No more dogs, even after I recover from losing her. Not that I wouldn't welcome one, but I'm getting too damned old, and that totally pisses me off.

I hate aging. It's not really fair. Just when you get it all down and finally like yourself, you turn around and you're an old fart. Guess I'll just be that bitter old woman, who knits and bitches.

This blog seems to be a target of porn spamming. =/ I'm not at all happy about it.

This is very funny. Clickie!

Chris had pain in facial ligaments that are healing. I performed Reiki on him, and his muscles instantly relaxed. He usually shruggs off Reiki as 'so much woo', but he said thank you and asked for another treatment.

The house is entirely too quiet. Still. Can't get used to no woofs to greet me.

I received the most nasty, snotty reply to a post about Pepper. Sonofabitch. People say Live Journal is a wasteland, but Blogger takes the cake for moron replies. =P

Remembering Pepper

The house is just too quiet without her. While I was making lunch a single dog hair floated by and landed on my sandwich. I know it was her hair because of the color and funny wave. I didn't cry, although I did mist up a little.



如果你沒有同情沒有答复。 That's a reply to the person who left a response in Chinese. It says 'If you don't have sympathy, don't reply.' My dog just died, you asshole.

We lost our Pepper to kidney failure yesterday. She was in misery all Friday night, so we took her to the vet Saturday morning to end her journey. ='(

I haven't posted for a while... uh... LONG while.

Ms Pepper is slowing down. She's basically just eating, and sleeping all day. When she goes outside to potty, it's quick. She no longer wants to snoop around the yard. She does pay attention to what's going on. Instead of jumping around and barking, she'll lift her head and bark. My little old lady. =)

My hubby had his hip replaced six weeks ago and is doing wonderfully. He's back driving, working and looks 15 years younger.

I haven't had much time to keep up with this blog. Son, Chris, is recovering from surgery, and Hubby, Bob, is going in for hip replacement in two weeks.

Miss Pepper is having water works problems. Unfortunately, with all the snow, and the fact that she can't manage the stairs any more, we can't get her to the vet. Poor old girl.

So, right now, it's time to do the laundry to clean up the pee pad off Pep's bed, and finish making her dog food. (We can't afford to buy the low protein stuff from the vet.