I Feel Dirty

And not a good kind of dirty(take that as you will). More like dirty, I need to burn my clothes and be taken away by people in hazmat suits

Grendal and I house/dog sat for some old friends of ours. This family has three dogs. Little weiner dogs. One is a mix, but weiner dogs no less. I can deal with small dogs. My mother has this little mix breed that can be cute. And I don’t mind them. I want a smaller type dog, but not chihuahua size. Big dogs are more my speed.

Have you ever stepped into a place and just felt the ick in the air? Or that you would need to decontaminate if you touched something? Thats how we felt. There was the smell of urine in the air and no matter the amount or type of incense we burned, nor how much we mopped would get rid of it. Shoes or slippers remained on our feet at all times, and we didn’t sit on the couch without a blanket beneatg us.

Now, the humans of the household are clean themselves. They bathe and what not. Some of their house cleaning skills, though, are somewhat lacking(don’t get me started on what they did to their cast iron pans). And it’s all in reference to their dogs.

Don’t be surprised if you find messes in the house. That, my friend, was an understatement. Every morning we found messes. And if we didn’t figure out a schedule they would mess in the house during the day. The dogs had no tell when it came to them needing to dash to the backyard and answer nature’s call. No, it was up to us to figure out how long ago it was when we took them out last.

And don’t say it’s a small dog thing. My mother’s itty bitty mix dog? Smaller than these guys. She has a tell, can ask to be outted, and can hold it through a seven hour period at night. Yes she is desperate, but she learned that bathroom business happens outside.

So, thanks to the lack of proper training the pooches would do their business inside without remorse. The clothes we wore are being washed before getting further into the house and touching any of our other clothes.

Then there was the constant barking and begging for food.

Makes me happy that our Yuko was easily trained and that she retained it.

Time Warp

I seriously wanted to add a video of the Time Warp here but I decided against it. Plus I am more of a Sweet Transvestite fan. Woo!

So, in about three weeks Grendal, myself, my two nieces, and some old friends of ours will be making our way out to the Renaissance Faire! Fun stuff. There are a few pictures of our trip last year above. It was the first time for my nieces and they loved it. So many neat things to see, people to watch, and stuff like that. Both were really interested in dressing up the next time they went. Luckily we are able to get them out there again and they both have costumes!

So now we have to snag a proper camera and make sure our outfits still fit. Plus the inevitable upset with Grendal’s sister. The big reason why we take my nieces is because their mother can pay for tickets and such, not to mention the oldest is 13 and the youngest is 7, meaning we only have one little one to keep an eye on. Grendal’s nieces are 7 and 5. A little hard to have fun with two kiddos that tucker out quick.

Grendal’s sister won’t see it that way.

I always enjoy myself there. I rarely buy anything other than munchables and sweet drinks, and take a crap load of pictures. We eye booths and shops, watch the knights battle, and even watch falcons! I highly doubt it will ever get old.

Grumpy Troll

Trolls. I like trolls(not the internet variety, mind you). I vaguely remember having a troll doll or two when I was little. They weren’t the kind with clothes but they had a jewel on their tummy because you were supposed to be able to make wishes via tummy rubs(note: it didn’t work).

So Grendal and I had our one year mark of being officially married.  To celebrate we ventured into Wisconsin to a place not too far from Mt. Horeb.  A place I never knew about.  Honestly, a place I’m glad we found.

Mt. Horeb’s big thing is trolls.  It boasts being the troll capital of the world and even their main street is refereed to as The Trollway.  There are large and small statues of trolls along that street and it’s almost a game to try and spot them.  Shops even have trolls in their names!  Hell, a place we ate twice at is called The Grumpy Troll. Great food and beer that was brewed on location.  We left with shirts and a growler for Grendal.

The area has a rather large Scandinavian heritage, which was obvious with Mt. Horeb and even an attraction called Little Norway.  Sadly it seems that Little Norway is no longer there, having been closed for the past two seasons.  Which is sad.  Grendal and I wanted to check them out.  They boasted shops and food, even a large bonfire on Midsummar which is when we got married.  I literally just checked their website to link and was greeted by a letter from the owners of the area.  Little Norway is closed until further notice.  Makes me sad.

We did end up hiking one day, for five miles.  We wound up with soaked feet and pants but it was good.  I do have pictures but hooking up the camera to the computer seems impossible since I don’t have the cables and the micro card doesn’t fit into the tower.  I’ll find another way.

We also went through a cave!  My family did this a bit when I was growing up and we went on vacation.  I loved it, even though at a point I acted like I didn’t(oh teenagers).  So when Grendal and I went to Cave of the Mounds I was super excited.  Sadly I didn’t know I could have brought the camera but I did have my phone, so I managed a few shots.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So all in all the four days away was nice and much needed.

The other awesome thing, there were properties GALORE in Mt. Horeb.

In the future, maybe.

Like a Poison

There are days when I think about turning off Facebook. Stepping away and ignoring it for an unknown amount of time. I don’t need the stress that comes with perusing the endless stream of updates.

“My kids are awesome.”

“My life is horrible.”

“No-one understands me.”

“Why can’t I get a loyal guy?”

You get the picture. Hell, you have probably seen these, things like it, and what not. Kicking a dead horse, I am.

I get to see the other side of people. Sister-in-law is one of those people. They are tight on money but her dipshit husband has (another) online store selling random crap. Anything for a quick buck. None of that money, or any money, has gone towards their rent.

The bad thing about leaving behind Facebook is the connection to the good news. Friends I miss and their family, my family in Hawai’i, the joys of life.

Then again some of the things I don’t want to see could be considered the joys of life.

You see the problem.

It’s a poison of the mind. I mostly get grumpy and annoyed when checking on people.

GAH.