J. Palmer

As usual, not a whole lot of time available to write something this morning; just decided to take the few minutes I have to try and jot something down. Now, the question is, what?

I did buy a bark collar last week; it worked after one use! Well, mostly. Sophie has been a hell of a lot quieter, but she’s now starting to regain confidence in being able to bark long and loud again, so I guess I need to have the collar make a return visit.

Dean and Rhiannon kicked their strep; unfortunately, it appears that they’re allergic to amoxicillin.

Christmas is invading Walmart, if you haven’t been in a store, recently.

Speaking of Walmarts, there’s been a nice shake up in what team lead is over what area, in my store. At first glance one could look at the change in the roster/duty assignments and ask if Josh has lost his mind and wants the store to fail; but when you think for a second and reflect on the changes, you can see what qualities the choices can bring to their respective areas. It’s also character building for a few–one in particular, in my opinion. So, I guess I can respect the decisions that have been made.

I need to try and figure out how and when I am mowing the yard and doing brake work on Ashlee’s Durango before the weekend.

I bought and gave an early birthday gift to Ashlee the other day; she’s now the proud owner of a pocket-sized shortwave radio. I think she likes it, though she hasn’t had much time to play with it.

I guess that’s about all the time I have for this morning.

Dean is out sick, again, and this time Rhiannon joins him. Yesterday afternoon Ashlee got called to pick both the kids up, as Dean had a rash appear and Rhiannon complained of a headache, stomach ache, and had a rather nice fever. Both kids will be visiting the doc this morning, after Ashlee gets home from work; we held off from going to the doc yesterday as Ashlee was absolutely exhausted from work and couldn’t afford the sleep deprivation of taking them to the doctor, and I am teetering too close to getting in trouble at work for absences. Rhiannon’s symptoms have improved slightly, while Dean’s rash has worsened.

Dean is still out sick; he spiked a temp during the middle of the day, yesterday.

I’m kind of at a loss as to what to say about anything right now.

I am going in at 10a today, due to Dean’s illness; Joel moved my times back an hour to allow for Ashlee to get her work done and come home. It just kind of sucks, because I’m working until 7, instead of having my day shortened by an hour. But, meh, I get it, and I would probably do the same. Similarly, my schedule got changed for next week, as Joel really wants Ashlee to help cover Saturday; so, now I’m off Sunday, but I have to work Friday. Again, that sucks, because I’m not losing a work-day or gaining a day off. But, again, I understand it, and would likely do the same.

The dog is so annoying. Most dogs are annoying. The dog that is wandering about outside, letting it’s scent waft through the air of Sophie’s territory, thus threaten her property and causing her to bark her blasted head off is most definitely annoying.

I’m going to get a damned bark collar.

Dean is home, sick; caught a case of strep.

A stupid little argument or whatever you want to call it happened yesterday between Violet and Ashlee. I’m still trying to process parts of it and trying to figure out how to be an in-between, mediator-sort-of-party in it. I really don’t think I can.

Not a whole bunch of time left for me to write anything this morning, as per usual. I’ve spent my “free” time adding my quick Diarium blurbs into the blog; there really weren’t that many–it’s just kind of time consuming. At least, it’s time consuming the way I do it, which is probably stupid and backwards.

I dunno. I guess I really don’t have much else to say, given the time. Sucks. I feel like there’s more that I want to say.

Oh, well.