Stupid things that happen…to some people.

For a couple years I have had this bean bag that you microwave to heat up and put on your sore parts, neck, back, knee or head for example and it helps to relieve the pain.

Every time it gets microwaved for the same amount of time, put it in, do your stuff, come back and your all set, right?

This morning I put it in, made a tea, returned to the microwave and took it out, noting the harsh burning smell.

First clue there is an issue.

Then I see the charred circle in the bag.


And the smoke.

So I take it to the sink, run cold water over that end and discover that the other end has a hole burned through.

So I thanked it for it’s lengthy service and put it out in the yard on the concrete wall, so it can be trashed later.

Now I have to put up with the chorus of, so you burned the beanie, how did you manage that?

Spontaneous combustion due to idiot questions, work for you?


Some people say that they meditate and get nothing out of it, well today I struggled through meditating and at the end of the 15 minutes, out of the blue, I remembered where I had put my favorite brush.

I have waist length hair so I have issues with brushes tangling in my hair and causing more problems than resolving.

So for those who say meditation does nothing for them, hey I found my brush.

Silver lining to everything, somewhere.

Now to find the feeling in my tush sooner, that would be a bonus.


At some point today, something will happen that is not unusual.

A dog walker’s version of Road rage? Dunno his excuse.

I am sure all tall big men are not rudely aggressive while walking little west highland white terriers – so this goes into the “unusual encounters” of the day file.

Things come in threes right? So this should be it. We hope.




It has been a rough week…moving never is easy is it?

Okay for someone it has to be just never around me.

Yesterday I asked someone to take some rather heavy boxes downstairs for me, my arm still hurts from the incident with the dog…ya I know not blogged about that but anyway (later in a humorous way I will)…they did not so I carried them down on my left shoulder.

Ya, I forgot.

So right now my left shoulder/triceps/biceps/et all hurt like a not very happy over worked group of muscles.

Popeye where are you when I need you?
No…pass on the spinach.

Dog says, she has had enough of all this…it SUCKS.

She is right…genius dog I have here…okay gone for 5 days (no internet so this should be a rocking bad time as 3 room mates are addicts of the internet)…cold turkey…this should be interesting.

Have a good week folks…am sure I will have a lot to blog about if I survive it (1 has a boyfriend in Canada and this is going to kill them both…well that is what they say).

Dog and I will be back.

She ain’t so sure right now but hey someone has to be an optimist.


Now if only I could close my left hand or lift something…great start to moving day.

Bionic man handy?

Thought not

Oh hey great weather for moving
Let it snow let it snow let it snow

To my friend…Advice that falls on deaf ears…

…we all give advice at some point to someone who might be listening, but inside their head there is another thought process going on.

They see the wisdom in what you’re saying, but whatever they are thinking either makes your advice redundant, problematic or impossible to follow.

Hey sometimes they are just stubborn.

Okay, I get it, been there done that.

I had people giving me advice and that voice in my head kept saying why that advice was impossible.

I get it.

As you say to me, “He pushed me into the wall so hard, I had to be taken to the E.R.”

I get why my saying call the Police is not getting through.

As you say, “I don’t want to blow it out of proportion.”

Stunned I stop, because I actually said those very words to a female Police officer, while hiding the majority of the bruises under my house coat.

I went further than you did Cath, I actually said to them, it must be my fault, first serious relationship, he got violent and I over reacted.  I am too sensitive. I blew it all out of proportion…my reaction to being hit repeatedly…and called the Police. Somehow calling the Police after being beaten up, seemed wrong, my fault, so much trouble for just me.

I remember their expressions, as they looked at my bruised face.

Ya, like it’s normal to be beaten up.

I get it.

I remember all of it.

You need to call the Police now.

Pointing out why I am right, meets silence.

It isn’t easy, I know it.  I did it. The very first time he grabbed me and shoved me into a wall, I remember the stunned feeling of disbelief that, that just happened.

I went quiet, my mind working out how this could be happening in this situation, with this person…I imagine the look on my face was somewhat a cross between stunned, shocked, scared and appalled.

Of course that was just the opening volley, your new here girl, that’s not all that is on the itinerary.

You can play back every second and think, “I should have”…but it’s hindsight…20/20 and rosy to boot.

Now I know snagglepuss was a far more brilliant critter than I initially gave him credit for, “Exit stage left” not too shabby advice in some circumstances.

I should have left the apartment, gone to work, called the Police.

See…should have…hindsight…all the stuff that followed that could have been avoided. IF he had let me out of the apartment but…I do not know that for sure do I?

However, when I did get out of being trapped in the bedroom with him, and he left, I did call the Police.

Oh yes, he was so innocent that his friends got him out of the city.

Safely away from the Police.

While his friends, some of which were my bosses, decided to stop by and prevail upon me the view of their community and how they are sure it won’t happen again.

So as my friend says, “I knew he had a temper, and I don’t want him to end up in jail.”

I wince because everyone BUT the Police emphasized how important HE was, what this would do to HIM…

…not on the fact that I was pregnant, alone, hurt and scared.

If not the Police seek help and support for YOU.

You my friend are going through chemo for cancer.

Your not listening to me because that other voice, those other thoughts are busy telling you why I am wrong, what this will do, how he will react, what…

…but as I tell you it’s escalating in a negative way, you stop hearing me.

Even as you agree with everything I say.

Well…I get it…even as I will keep telling you to get help and put yourself first, like I failed to do for too long.


For those who are critical of the Police handling of Domestic Abuse, the Officers that handled the above mentioned incident, and others, were looking for him within an hour of their attending the call.

How do I know?

Because people they spoke to while looking for him, called me, as the Police did not tell them why they were seeking him.

I only found out why he was not located after…apparently they had a wonderful camping trip.

Those involved have to be ready to actually DO something before they can really make changes, get help or just get safe.

Stupidity of now

I ask for my socks that I bundled into a ball and forgot to bring up with me, to be tossed up.

So she throws them up.

They fly straight up,  do a perfect horseshoe arc and land right in my hot cup of tea.

She asks if I caught them.

If only you knew. how I wanted.

Being sick I did not move quickly and in fact it was kinda unbelievable, whose socks get thrown up and land in their hot cup of tea????

I mean, people wonder when I say I have the best bad luck.

A Professional basketball player would dream of a throw like that.

The socks did fit kinda perfect right there in the cup.

Alas, I had to go down and make myself another hot tea and recruit a new pair of socks, those ones just made the big league, called: The washing machine.


Unbelievable things that happen…strikes again when there is no one there to actually see it, but myself and…

…the dog.

Though she did believe me as I dropped the tea soaked socks down to her, she is still giggling about it.

Sighs…that had been a good tea too.