Always Gotta Look

Backstory first … we had an order that was supposed to come today. This was part of a decent size purchase arriving in separate packages 📦. We got an email that said “delivered at 1:39 pm, left at front door”. Well the results are in Maury and that was a lie! I’d been in and out the front door 🚪 twice and nothing.

Of course it was 8:30 pm before I read the email. B and I did a sweep in case the package 📦 was dropped at a different door 🚪 . We texted our neighbors. Nothing.

I did an online “call me” to report and faster than a cheetah my phone is ringing. Francisco placed a reorder telling me not to worry about it. Two day FedEx on the house and the goods will be delivered Friday.

All is well. It’s about 9:00 pm. We’re chillin 😎 watching “Guy’s Grocery Games” when I get a notification on my iPad. B Dub, your package 📦 has been delivered … left at mail box. B doesn’t believe it until I show him the email. What a coincidence seeing as I just talked to Francisco.

We get the flashlight 🔦 and make the trek to the mailbox. B telling me to watch for snakes. Now is when they move. They’re hunting.

Uh lovely said no one ever. Also it was loud AF. Grasshoppers or crickets 🦗 B says it’s what the snakes are after. There were lizards 🦎 everywhere too. Quiet 🤫 but on the move. More snake food.

Sure enough two packages 📦📦 were tossed on top of the mailbox. The missing package supposedly delivered at 1:39 pm and the t-shirts which were coming separately.

Whew 😅. I’m tired 😴. Okay the always gotta look 👀 title will be explained. It was chosen for this …

Non poisonous ☠️ garter snake

All B could say was “I thought 💭 I heard a snake when we walked by the first time”. He was right.

As always more to come.

You Be The Judge

Underwear or face mask?

It’s a gator

We suited up and took cupcakes to PoPo. B is also giving his dad the gift of free labor. While Lulu and I were inside with MoMo, the boys were tearing down the pool. She had to have that pool and they used it for only two seasons. Shame too but it’s become more trouble to keep up than it’s worth.

MoMo doesn’t wear masks in HER home. We do for her sake. She’s mainly social distancing and even skipped bunco last week. With our masks on, we still spread out six feet apart.

After a bit she asks: What’s on your face?

Me: A mask.

Her: That looks like your underwear. Do you want one of our masks?

Me: No thanks. I like my gator. B got a six pack and I took this one since it’d get ruined on the job.

Her: She didn’t say anything but gave me a look … the LOOK 👀

I’m laughing now. Kinda looks like underwear. Or maybe a slip or something. And Lulu’s mask is the one with the expletive @#!$& on it. Wonder what MoMo really thinks? Lol 🙂

As always more to come.

Sunday Reflections ~ 6/21/20

This post is my 2nd Sunday reflections.  Look at me, building habits.  Speaking of habits, Lulu and I finished three weeks of walking every morning.  We planned to skip Sundays but have done that only once so far.  Tomorrow she has a tele-med appointment and I asked her if she wanted to skip.  She said, “nope, lets go 30 minutes earlier”.  Well look at that would ya?  Folks you’ve no idea what a huge stride that is … pun intended.

I started taking my hand weights and pretend to get tired so she will take them from me.  Sneaky I know but desperate times call for desperate measures as they say.  This wellness routine of ours is very small but a step in the right direction.  That pun was intended too :).

At her appointment she is going to ask about weaning from her anti-depressant.  Something I have wanted for a while and something she just doesn’t know.  Originally the doctor (who was quite the quack btw) said she would be able to stop after she got settled in college.  And lookie here, she graduates on 8/8/20.  Ultimately if she continues on, we will support her.  My guilt for getting her in the cycle when she was under 18 be damned.  We’d much rather have her obese and alive than thin and dead.  Of course obese could lead to early demise.  Heavy decisions for someone so young.

Alrighty, enough second guessing.  Now is the time to recap.

Last Sunday was all about Jack or John during #SLS.   This challenge hosted by Jim Adams is the best bringing the tunes.  You should play along or at least look here and take a listen.

On Monday I wrote a Haiku and Shared My World.  Work was a gazillion times better because I decided to eff it.  I can only control what I can control.  I laughed much more this week and I let the pressure go.  Up up and away.  Like a beautiful balloon.  Hurling expletives as she rose :).  The she is me.  I am the balloon.  🙂

Tuesday was all about property taxes.  Which reminds me, I need to get my evidence together.  Wednesday was #1linerWeds. while on Thursday and Friday, I looked back …

On Thursday I also learned that a co-worker tested positive for COVID.  He got it from his roommate’s sister who works at a Walmart.  She brought it to church and he picked it up there.  He is what they call a community spread.  After time in the hospital, he is convalescing at home.  Expected to make a full recovery.  Thank goodness.  Still when I see people out and about without masks, I just wanna punch them.  Hard.  In the face.

Saturday was the capstone.  Twofer!!  First, #SoCS  in da house.  Where ya never know what you’re gonna get … until you do.  We had ZZ words this week.  Second, mobile happy hour … like an ice cream truck for adults.  Proof!!!

Peace y’all.   Until next time. Stay safe.

As always, more to come.

On this day ~ From FB 6/19/15 to 6/19/20

I fancy myself the movie critic … I know, I know, don’t quit my day job. Despite me likely being in the minority for my opinion, I’ll still give an assessment of “Jurassic World” … WITHOUT any spoilers

In my opinion, the movie was just very good but not great, certainly not record breaking over $500M in the opening weekend kind of great. The ending obviously left the door open for another sequel for more moola eventually.

My verdict is out on Opie’s daughter as the lead. I’m not sure she was strong enough to carry it. Perfect hair and heels in the jungles of Costa Rica… puhleese. D’Onofrio, BD Wong, and Chris Pratt played their parts well. I guess I’m just spoiled by Michael Crichton’s Jurassic Park and the first big screen adaptation. Laura Dern, Sam Neill, Richard Attenborough, and Jeff Goldblum, I mean come on!! How can you top that talent ?!?!??

I read Mr. Crichton’s book first like I usually do and while the movie deviated a bit from the novel, the 1993 Jurassic Park is classic. I think I’ll dust off my copy and re-read it and after that I’ll re-read the Andromeda Strain. Summer is almost here after all. I’m going to pretend I’m a kid trying to meet my quota for the summer reading program at the McCreless branch library. I want my T-shirt and book bag 

On this day ~ From FB 6/18/14 to 6/18/20

Lulu: “Mom, you have this condition!!”

She shows me her phone and I read …
Tarantism (n.) overcoming melancholy by dancing; the uncontrollable urge to dance

Me: “hells yeah!” As I bust a move in the middle of Tommy’s Mexican restaurant this AM. I was already foot tapping under the table because the tunes were saweeeet!!!!!

It is a real thing
noun
A disorder characterized by an uncontrollable urge to dance, especially prevalent in southern Italy from the 15th to the 17th century and popularly but erroneously attributed to the bite of a tarantula.

Funny I don’t remember being bit . Happy day ya’ll make it a good one!!

Property Tax Protest 2020 ~ The COVID Edition

Hello folks.  The time of year has rolled around again and Bexar country appraisal district otherwise known as BCAD is asking to me the formal.  Ya know the “dance” as a nod to basketball.  Though somehow the appeal seems more wrestling like than dancing.  Of course we all know now how wrestling was choreographed.  Guess this is a toe-MA-toe, ta-mah-toe non-debate.  This IS a racket, that is what this IS!!!!! @&@%^&!*@&@^*

Oh the profanity in those characters.

The following links are from 2017 and 2019 respectively.

Protest Play by Play Part Deuce

Ma’am Are You An Agent?

Not sure why I didn’t write about the fun I had in 2018 but maybe I skipped over that year because protesting the value is mind numbing.  I blocked the festivities from my memory. Yeah, that has to be why.

Due to COVID, two interesting twists have occurred. First, no face to face interviews.  Second, no evidence packets.  Not that I want to suit up and go into their offices but I can be very persuasive having WON three years in a row.  Someone better damn call me!!  Also if they cannot provide me with their evidence, then we have to win right??

Alright, I feel a little better.  Thanks for letting me vent.  Nothing to do but wait.  Good times I tell ya.

As always, more to come.

#SLS for 6/14/20

Today Jim prompts us with Jack or John. From memory, I thought the prompt was Jim or James. I landed on Jim Croce’s “Don’t Mess Around with Jim”. Then I read the host post, preparing to add my own and was all Scooby Doo ruh roh. I did a switch to search for Jack or John songs and landed on this gem, “Hit the Road Jack” written by Percy Mayfield and performed by Ray Charles. Charles made it one of his signature songs spending five weeks at #1 on the R&B sides chart.

Without further ado, lyrics within.

This song reminds me of the movie “Dream Team”. Movie probably couldn’t get made today. Making light of mental illness is no bueno. I’m sharing the clip a way. If I were on that road trip, I’d be the Peter Boyle character. He’s sings without abandon from the very back seat. That’s so Jilly. I had no memory of the World Trade Center reference. That was a bit surreal.

To play along, here are the Rules and Ping Back.

Perks of living in the country are numerable. A draw back though is people who dump their pets. Today this sweetie wandered onto our place. The mister gave it water because who couldn’t in this early heatwave. I’ve posted all the virtual signs. Hoping the owner has a change of hearts and comes back.

via Lost Dog — J-Dubs Grin and Bear It

Added the good news Post Script

This morning Lulu and I took our usually walk. Our new doggie trotted along with us. We were about half way down the street when the brown boxer (a prior dumped stray that our neighbors adopted) spots us. We turned back and Mr. Boxer was in hot pursuit. Sacribleu, I’m too old for this sH!t. I haven’t moved that fast in 35 years. LOL.

He stopped at the mailbox thank you Jesus but you could tell he wanted to cross the property line. All the while our boys are howling. We get inside and the barking continues. Until eventually all is calm and she’s sleeping on the back porch.

Now for the best news ever!!! We will have safe morning walks again because K took the dog. She didn’t want to leave and kept going back to B but once he came inside, she got into the truck with 1/2 a sandwich and off they went. I am so happy that she has a forever home.

All’s well that ends well.

Lost Dog

Perks of living in the country are numerable. A draw back though is people who dump their pets. Today this sweetie wandered onto our place. The mister gave it water because who couldn’t in this early heatwave. I’ve posted all the virtual signs. Hoping the owner has a change of hearts and comes back.