I’ve been using this calorie counting app on my phone for almost a year now and I don’t understand what a calorie is. I thought it was like a fuel unit, like a gallon of gas for your car or or a standard sized log on a fire. When your body needs fuel, it lets you know, right? You get hungry

But apparently not, according to my observations. I have these little protein bars, I love ’em. No sugar, 220 calories. Eat one and you;re not hungry for a long time. They’re great!

Yesterday, after work, the wife had her exercise class, so I had to fend for myself for dinner. I made this frozen eggplant parmesan. A meal for a whole family, (6 servings) I ate half, I figured it was a lot, but oh well. I was still hungry, so I ate the othe half. Still hungry. 1500 calories! I loaded up on junk food after that.

I’d rather have food where you eat a little and feel full, than have food where you eat a lot and still feel hungry. What’s the point of eating? To not be hungry. I don’t care what any science book says, every caveman knows that that’s a fact.

Last night, I never felt like I ate too much. I, according to the labels, ate enough for at least 7 people.

The system is flawed. There needs to be a fullness rating on the label. Food that doesn’t fill you up is worthless. I guess it’s like throwing a pound of paper in the fire instead a pound of wood.

This morning I put a big roast beef in the slow cooker for dinner tonight.

Yesterday, contrary to what the weatherman said, I got rained on while riding my scooter. I didn’t really get too wet though. This morning looks all clear again, but there’s a strong north wind, and I’m taking the van.

The alarm doesn’t seem to be working too well this week, it has been sooo hard to wake up!

Have a good day!

Green iguanas are getting pretty rare around here. THe government is offering five dollars a head for this invasive species. I saw this one the other day, first one in a long time.

On the other side of that coin, the Cayman Blue Iguana is (was?) the most endangered reptile on the planet (I think that’s what I was told.) They can breed with the greenies and they aren’t blue iguanas anymore.

Read a 2012 article HERE.

AAaaaand it’s supposed to be nice weather today, scooter day. Have a pleasant day.

It was an Ok weekend. Friday and Saturday I recorded a conference at the National Drug Council. I edited and distrubited the recordings. Like a part time job that I don’t get paid for. I love editing audio though, so I don’t mind.

Above is Lenny, Sheba and I. In this picture, Lenny is tense as a board. He’s scared to death of me. He’s definitely a mommas boy.

Saturday, the vet came over to check Lenny. Lenny was trembling like a sissy when the vet was checking him. He is having a porblem with a rear ankle, and is on “light duty” for two weeks. That means I left both dogs home for my run this morning. It also means that for two weeks, I can actually run instead of walk. (one dog can’t go means that both stay home)

I gave both dogs a bath Sunday. Sheba liked it. Lenny didn’t. Not at all. But he smells better.

He’s not as afraid of the cats as he seems to be of everything else, but he’s wary. Goldie is the least aftaid of him.

Saturday morning, it rained. Here’s my “rainfort” where I sit outside anyway. The umbrella is very low.

Here’s me, posting a rare weekend post in my rainfort. Saturday, it rained in the morning. I don’t really call it a rainfort. I just made it up for this post. It’s just a beach umbrella with a shorter than normal bottom pole.

It’s Monday and I’m neutral feeling about it.

Have a good day, have a good week, I hope on your head, the roof don’t leak.

That’s a poem I just made up.

Ciao!

This morning I dreamed I was editing audio on my tablet in the woods, leaning on a tree. I looked behind me and thought I saw rain, coming toward me. I got up and headed for the house, and saw that it wasn’t rain, but fog. When I reached the fog, I couldn’t inhale, and I woke up, hoping everyone in the house was OK.

Once, in the Navy, when the ship was in drydock, a welder started a fire. The fire watch put it out with his CO2 extinguisher. (Happens all the time, no big deal.) I had heard that you can’t breath CO2 and wondered what it was like. I got down near the floor (CO2 is heavier than air) and tried to breathe it. It was weird. I physically couldn’t inhale it.

That’s what it was like in my dream when I hit that wall of fog.

It’s a Saturday morning here, mostly cloudy, cool and breezy. I’m all coffeed up and now I’m gonna go some breakfast.

Have a great day!

I’m tired of scardey cat dog. He’s training us, not vice versa.. He thinks everything is going to be on his terms. I open his kennel in the morning, and he won’t come out unless I move away, ’cause he’s scared to walk past. This morning, I opened his kennel, said “come” and he just sat there, not moving. I said “OK, Stay” and closed the kennel door. You shoulda seen the surprised look on his face! So I left him there, took Sheba outside, came back up, opened the door and said “COME!” He still didn’t but pulled him out by the collar and said “good come”.

Sooo we went outside and I called Sheba and told her to sit. She came and sat and I put the leash on her. I called Lenny several times, he wouldn’t come. So Sheba and I went for our walk and Lenny stayed in the yard.

Wife didn’t like it, she said Lenny cried the whole time we were gone. I raised my hands palm up, “What could I do? He wouldn’t come, I couldn’t put the leash on him.”

Lenny’s way, you hold up the leash and he comes running up and sticks his head through. Lenny’s way, you open the kennel and walk away, leaving him a clear, (safe?) path to follow you downstairs to the yard.

Lenny and I are not doing things Lenny’s way anymore. The wife might do things Lenny’s way, but I’m not. She says, “He’s only been here a week!” I say, “This is what a dog should be able to do right off the street.”

The dogs problem is that he won’t come near anyone. He’ll come close enough that you can barely pet the tip of his nose or his head. But he’s too scaredy cat for no reason. Seriously defective.

I wanted another dog, I don’t feel like I have another dog.

Have a great weekend!

I’m crabby, I got no motivation. I’m not even looking forward to the weekend. Let’s just move on, shall we?

Last week I bought a giant double pack of turkey for my lunches. I put one in the fridge, and one in the freezer (upstairs). This morning, I couldn’t find the frozen one. Should I look in the dowstairs freezer? Did the wife move it? Or is it insanity to look downstairs for something I put upstairs? The wife teases me whenever I can’t find something. Usually it’s sitting in plain view.

These are the problems in my life.

May all your problems all be less than mine.

Have a great day!

Went to the dentist yesterday, I’m in really bad shape. Need an implant, a root canal (or two), and a crown and probably half a dozen fillings.

I also got the best cleaning I’ve ever had.

As I was leaving the dental office, the dentist nudged me, and asked “How long’s it been?” I said “excuse me?” “How long’s it been since you’ve seen a dentist?” When I told him last October, he seemed surprised.

But I got a very good vibe. Their checkup was very very thorough. For years, I’ve had “reactive” dentistry. The dentist never finds a problem until I go in and tell them there’s a problem. I told my new dentist precisely that, and told him I wanted “Proactive Dentistry”

When I was a wee schoolboy, one of my best friends dad was my dentist for years and years and years. At checkups, he’d find and fix problems before I knew they were there. He’s a very good dentist. I haven’t seen him since probably 1977. According to the internet, from what I can understand, (and I DON’T claim to understand) he developed a procedure that can practically replace a persons whole lower jaw, when dental problems create a catastophy that requires this. But like I said, it’s over my head. The point is, he has always been a frikkin awesome dentist. No dentist I’ve ever had has measured up to him, and for some inexplicable reason, I consider myself a pretty good judge of dentist quality.

The dentists today are getting younger and younger. (EVERYONE is getting younger and younger) My new dentist looks like a teenager or early twenties, I got the impression he is a very good dentist though. He reminded of one of those intense videogame players who takes his gaming very seriously.

Like I said, good vibe.

He also let me try on his glasses

They are cool, and now I want a pair, nay, I NEED a pair!

AND! (Wait for it….)

They have a television mounted on the ceiling, so that when you’re laying in the chair, you can watch TV!!! I swear, I have told each and every dentist my whole life that they should do that! Finally! Someone listened!

So, finally, I’m going to get the lower half of my head whipped back in shape.

Hava Happy Humpday!

When I got home from work yesterday, Lenny was like a different dog. He wanted to be petted, and he wanted to play, and he didn’t seem too shy in the yard. When we got back inside, he was more like his scardey-cat self, but not as bad.

Running super late this morning, I was on Facebook when I should have been posting. I saw this:

Got a dentist appointment this morning. A new dentist. I was never too happy with my last dentist.

Scooter day today. Hope it doesn’t rain!

Have a great day!

Lenny’s been here the whole weekend now. By last night, I was getting pretty annoyed, overall. I feel a refreshed attittude this morning.

The dog is afraid of everything, the cats. The wife and I. everything except Sheba.We call him, treat in hand, and he stands there, looking at us, tail wagging. Then he runs away. Call Sheba, treat in hand, they both come. (Only Sheba gets the treat when that happens.)

You can sometimes pet his head, but he keeps his body away, and he runs if you try to scratch his back. He won’t go through a door, untill finally, he goes screetching past, can’t stop, and crashes into the wall. And you can’t wipe his muddy feet before he goes upstairs. If we’re all sitting in the living room, and you get up, he gets up too and runs to the far side of the room.

I rekkon he was abused somewhere along the line, and he’s gonna be a tough nut to crack.

One thing he does love, is walks. Hold open the leash, and he puts his head right through.

He crapped on the porch once over the weekend, and I saw that he’s full of worms. And he has a problem with his right rar leg, which we haven’t been able to check out.

It rained all weekend, cold rain. Should be clearing up for the work week, of course!

Have a wonderful first full week of the year!

Lenny got here yesterday, he’s a very nice dawgie. very very timid and shy. I’m thinking he must be the runt of the litter. I bought him a collar and tag yesterday morning, and picked him up yesterday afternoon.

He hasn’t had a problem with the cats, but they’re still wary of him. Hasn’t had a problem with Sheba. Caught him getting ready to pee on the back porch, a stern “NO!” and an immediate take-outside hopefuly is all it takes to get him house trained. He’s sleeping in his kennel the first few nights so he gets used to it as his home, but he’ll spend the days while we’re working in there for quite a while.

He did fine on a long walk this morning, less pulling on the leash than Sheba!

So far, so good. Everybody seems happy.

Have a great weekend!