Monday, February 15, 2016

We are about to find ourselves homeless. The house we have been renting for three years is going up for sale and we have been told we have to move. Housing in the Portland, OR and surrounding areas has gotten so expensive that a person on a fixed income cannot find a place to live. That's where we are now. At nearly 70 years old, this is not where I expected to be. For the past three weeks we have been moving our belongings and furniture into storage units. That's not cheap either. We have to be out of this house by March 13th. With no where to go in sight it looks like we might be sleeping in the back seat of my car and my son's vanagon. Oh my, what to do.

Saturday, August 9, 2014

Change of Direction

It's time for me to change the direction of this blog.  When I first started blogging I got so many warnings.  I was warned not to give too much personal information.  I was warned not to talk about anything political or religious.  I was warned that some not very nice people might comment on my blog posts.  It kind of intimidated me and my posts became fewer and fewer. 

I've decided to talk just about what is important to me and what my days and life consist of.  My blog is just something that I really want to enjoy.  I hope you enjoy it too or, at the very least, it makes you think.  Even if you think, "Boy, I'm glad I'm not her".  :-)

I won't have a bunch of glossy, beautiful pictures, because I don't know how to do that and I just have the standard old digital camera and cell phone.  There won't be any fantastic decorating ideas or mouth watering recipes or linky parties (whatever that is).  Just you and me, but mostly me, unless you leave a comment. 

 Phoebe

My blog says, Pug's Mom Says and that little pug, Phoebe, is very important to me.  She is suffering from some sort of condition that is slowly paralyzing her.  Her back legs don't work like they are supposed to.  She falls a lot and bumps into things and poop just falls out of her.  She can't control it anymore.  I have to manually express her pee.  She can't sleep with me anymore, as she has accidents during the night.  She doesn't seem to be in any pain and she acts like she wants to play.  Her appetite is good and she still loves to snuggle and cuddle.  I have three other pugs and she is still as competitive as she ever was.  My late husband used to say that Phoebe was the best gift I ever gave myself.  I think he was right.

Until next time,
Sandy

Thursday, January 26, 2012

Baby Update!!

I've been falling behind on this blog project.

Before I go any further I want to explain something.  I adopted three of my grandchildren many years ago, so my grandchildren became my legal children.  When my "daughter" gave birth to her son we puzzled about whether he was my grandson or my great grandson.  I find myself using the terms interchangeably now.  If I confuse you I'm really sorry.  I tend to call my adopted grandchildren my children and I call their children my great grandchildren.

Today I'm doing a baby update.  My first great grandson will be 2 years old in March.  You've met him on my blog.  His name is Chance.  My second great grandson turned 1 year old last November.  I got busy and forgot to introduce you.  This is Damion.
Damion and Chance are becoming best friends.
By the end of next month Damion will have a new baby sister.
Here she is, but you'll have to use your imagination, because she's still inside her mom.  LOL

I just attended a beautiful baby shower for Baby Amerie.  The invitation said it was for Amy and Steven (mom and dad), but we all know it's really for babies.  Everyone had lots of fun and even Damion got a present. 

Next Baby Update should have a new baby in it. :-)

It's a happy day!!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Today I'm grateful for the friends I've had in my life.

I just finished cleaning all the crystals on my chandelier that hangs in the dining room. Does it sound like I'm putting on airs? Well, good; just for a few minutes anyway. I took all the crystals off and then I got an old typewriter brush (remember typewriters? Those things with a carriage and ribbon and a return key or lever?) and brushed the whole fixture. I have to tell you the dust flew.  Then I put all the crystals in a bowl of ammonia to soak while I vacuumed up the dust, then laid all the bright crystals out to dry on a clean towel.




I've lived in this house for nine and a half years and this is only the second time I have taken all the crystals off the chandelier and cleaned them. This time I even discovered there were two replacement crystals hidden on the top in case one was broken. I vacuumed the whole fixture including the chain and cord that attaches to the ceiling. I then rehung the crystals.  Sounds like a major job, but this is the sweetest and smallest crystal chandelier I've ever seen. It only took me about half an hour to clean it and part of the time I was taking pictures of it.

So many people have gone "contemporary" these days. Most people would have traded this light fixture out for something in brushed silver and white globes or Frank Lloyd Wright style. The other fixtures in this house were so "Brady Bunch" that I've replaced most of them, but I tenaciously hang on to this one. This one reminds me of my good friend Carolyn who has graduated to glory and sings with the angels now. She had a chandelier a bit like this one and she used to clean it and make the crystals sparkle on a regular basis. Every little glittering crystal reminds me of her. If I ever move from here I think I'll take this chandelier with me.





Today I am grateful for all the friends I have had in my life and the ones I have now.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

This is so humiliating.

Of all the pictures of me in my humom's vast library of pictures, she chooses this picture to be the wallpaper on her computer.  Every time someone walks into the room and sees that picture they laugh.  Now, if they laughed and gave me a cookie, that wouldn't be too bad, but they just laugh.  They do say I'm "so cute".  That helps a little, but cookies would be better.  
If I really wanted to get picky I could point out her messy desk, but she calls it "organized chaos", whatever that means.  I think that just means it's OK to keep it messy.
I did talk her into adding one more picture of me when I was a puppy.  See how cute I was/am.
I was just a baby here and used to go to the doctor with my dad and all the nurses would ooooh and aaawww over me and tell me how cute I was.  Now people say I'm fat.  What happened to cute.  Humom still says I'm cute though.  She sure got stingy with the treats when people started saying I'm fat.  Grrrrr.
That's all I have to say about that.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Boogyman in the chair!

Last night I couldn't sleep.  My human was snoring and not troubled at all, but there was something in the room that wasn't right.  I kept barking at it and my humom kept telling me to "shush".  Finally, I got her attention.  She turned on the light and got out of bed and looked in all the rooms in the house.  She opened the front door and the garage door from downstairs and then came back and told me I was silly.  Me...... silly.  Hmph.  I kept barking, but softer this time, because I could see someone in the chair that scared me.  I am the one who usually gets in that chair and someone had my spot.  Frustrated, humom got up again and looked where I was looking and spotted the intruder.  She laughed right out loud.  Can you believe it?  I was humiliated.  She said it was a lamp shade.  She picked it up and turned it over and set it on the floor.  Then she picked ME up and set me down right beside it.  I sniffed and sure enough it didn't smell very menacing.  I felt so foolish, but humom said I was a good girl for protecting her.  That made me feel better and then she gave me a bite of Pirate's Booty and I really felt better.  I'm looking around now to see what else I can protect her from.





Monday, August 16, 2010

This is baby Chance.  Remember when he was born?  Well he just had his 5 month birthday and boy is he happy.  He is such a happy, healthy baby.  He rolls over both ways now and his mama swears he says, "Mama".  LOL  He laughs outloud and his eyes twinkle.  Pugsmom is very thrilled with her great grandson.
All that smiling wore him out.  Chance and his favorite monkey decided to take a snooze. 

Did you all do anything special for National Night Out?  I took a couple of my grandkids to the neighborhood park and all the neighbors were there we had a pot luck dinner and the kids played games and firemen from the Gladstone Fire Department and police officers from the Gladstone Police Department came with their sirens on and talked to the kids and gave them hats and sticker badges.  It was fun.  Here's my grandson John and grand daughter, Nicki and their friend Nikk.
They were into dessert by the time I took these pictures.
We all had a good time.