I was watching some of the Republican debate on CNN and in response to a woman's question about unsafe, imported toys, one senator, whose name I didn't catch, (I think it was Senator Hunter) said that we should buy American toys and American products this year. Rah, rah. What a patriotic idea. Now tell me, where the hell do you even FIND American made toys and American made clothing?! The fact that we don't even have many manufacturing jobs in the U.S. anymore is a huge part of the problem. And after listening to him for an hour, I HOPE to God someone buys Senator Giuliani false teeth that actually FIT for Christmas. Senator Ron Paul said it the best, "It's time to take care of America FIRST."
If I never hear the song "The Christmas Shoes" again as long as I live, I'll die a happy woman.
A big round of applause to those Indiana tree farmers who are sending twenty thousand Christmas trees to the troops overseas and in the U.S. What a great idea. I commend them for thinking of it.
Mr. G and I had a nice day off together yesterday. We spent most of it running errands, piddling around at the library, and I had to go to the chiropractor, but it was fun being off together.
We visited his mother and she's doing really well at the personal care home.
She always SAID she didn't want to be around people, but at the same time she was incredibly lonely. But she's thriving there and it's obvious she was in need of companionship, despite what she said.
After we visited her, we stopped up at her house to check on things and discovered Mr. G's sister had taken everything that wasn't nailed down,
despite the fact that they agreed certain things would remain in the house. He called her up and wanted to know what happened to the kitchen table and chairs, and she gave her usual, "I needed that." We know she's selling everything and keeping the money. It's her m.o.
As if he wasn't angry enough about that, we came home and her husband called and told Mr. G he wanted to borrow the lawn mower and weed eater we'd gotten from his mother. This is the same brother in law who phoned my husband and called him every name in the book during the whole coin collection fiasco.
THEN he said, "And I don't have any gas, so how about bringing some of that?"
My husband said, "Surely you have your own lawn mower and weed eater?"
And he said, "Ours doesn't work and I want to cut down some weeds." It's almost December. What weeds are growing now?
My husband said, "I have the mowers winterized," and he hung up. And indeed, he'd just put that stabilizer stuff in them the day before.
Then my husband said, "I know damn well he'll take the mower and the weed eater and I'll never see them again. They took everything out of that house they could and now they're trying to take the few things we got."
I've noticed that people who are greedy and money hungry never seem to be satisfied with what they have. They're constantly scheming to get more. Must be part of their hell on earth. And the sad thing is my husband said, "I'm so sick of my sister's greedy ways that I can't wait until I don't have to deal with her anymore."
While we were grocery shopping the other day, I bought some new teas. I love a good cup of herbal tea on a cold winter's night. We bought "Honey Vanilla Chamomile" and "Blueberry". I was rather skeptical of the blueberry, but it is delicious, as is the honey vanilla chamomile. My co-worker was telling me about a tea she purchased that was chocolate, caramel and cloves. An odd combination, but she said it was really good. I also bought eggnog tea, but I couldn't get into it. Totally smelled like eggnog, but it seemed strange to me to drink eggnog as a tea when I was used to the thick milky version.
We took Holly for her check up Monday night. The last time we took her, she weighed 98#'s. The vet told us he wanted us to get her down to 90#'s. So we switched to Nutro Weight Management dog food, cut out all the crappy Dollar General treats and only gave her 2 Weight Management bisquits. Last night she weighed 112#'s! Immediately the vet started talking to us about some freaking diet pill for dogs that only works while they're on it. I said, "How about checking her thyriod because I KNOW we are NOT overfeeding that dog. I have been very careful to only give her the three cups like it says on the label and she walks 3/4 - 1 mile EVERY DAY, seven days a week." The vet came back and said the normal range of thyroid hormone was something like 0.25 and the machine registers as low as 0.05. Holly's was so low that it didn't even register. On one hand, I'm glad we know what's wrong with her, on the other she has to take these pills the rest of her life, with blood work every three months. Oy.
My husband said, "When we were kids, we never took our dogs or cats to the vets and they lived a long life."
Yeah, but they weren't eating all this garbage processed dog food, getting vaccinations or drinking fluoridated water.
In other words, our attempts to make them "healthier" is probably what's killing them. Much like it's killing us.