I am having a bad day.

 

We all have them.

Useless.

Anguish.

Just plain miserable.

Emotionally unheard.

It's good to come here and just vent.

Physically exhausted.

Although, I did tackle one of my many last frontiers... under the kitchen sink organizing.

It still looks cluttered, even with its new pullouts, slider shelves, frustrating.

I did get rid of products that were hazardous to us and the environment.

I have my closet, the linen closet, and the guestroom closet to tackle in the coming weeks. Not necessarily in that order.

Weird, but relevant at any age and the times we live in... with those messes what will relatives, any people think of me by all my messes that I left behind if I were to die.

Gosh, I wouldn't be here to hear their comments,... or would I?

And then there is always wanting to be a NEAT FREAK!

Ha, I feel a little better now! 

Moving on...

Having plans are good.

The new drain for the sink will be here today. My kind of excitement.

The plastic of the flange cracked and it has become a bacteria nightmare, no, but that sounds dramatic, huh? It is unsightly though.

Any-who, Hubby told me how to replace it, and so I will try to do it.

You just unscrew it from the bottom in two locations, and then you put in the new one after removing the old one and done! 

Lastly, in local Florida news...due to a Gubernator who does not believe in masking up!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/scores-florida-doctors-stage-walkout-010715552.html

No words.

And so we must go, for now ...

Please be smart, as well as safe.

Have a very pleasant day.

Count those blessings, and we will too!

Next time, please be here or be square, ya hear!

Aussie, say good day!

I am Aussie, not being from Australia, but American-made, I will comply anyway, for the fun of it,... so I will say good day!

I am called Aussie because my Mom asked a sixteen-year-old girl, who had been looking at me in the crate at the adoption site that day she was asked what she thought I should be named, and without hesitation, the teenager had said Aussie! She was just looking, by the way,... so Mom did not steal me from her.
We never did find out the girl's name, and Mom liked the name Aussie too. We have since found out that it is a very common name, but it is still just right for me! My parents think that I am uncommon though,... some might say even unique! I do like that.
I am an Australian Shepherd. Here is an interesting factoid about me, I was supposed to be a miniature Australian Shepherd, but... as you might know, I AM NOT! Although I am now three years old, so I am the baby, though I tip the scales at around seventy pounds, HA! I must admit, a very big one!
I was three months old when Mommy and Daddy adopted me. I had been taken out of a hoarder's home in the Carolinas with my litter. Below is my new PIC that had been taken on the birthday that I share with my Dad, but Dad is much, much older than me!!! I was the first to be adopted, February 16, 2018, his brother's birthday.

3 months................................................ 3 years

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018. (Although the actual date this blog was started was June 25, 2008.) 

Get it? I was born without a tail, preferable for all Australian Shepherds; only one out of five are born that way!

                                           

Hello, I am Bella in the picture above, a Maltese Yorkie, a Morkie, and I might be five years old. I am the middle child, so I am what you would expect, with all those idiosyncrasies that go along with all that! Being the only girl has its rewards, as well as difficulties... We are all rescues, so no one knows for sure our ages. I was turned in by my previous family, stating that I was misbehaving with their elderly dog, they had said I was driving him crazy! I was the second to be adopted on 8/18/18, on clear out the shelters' day!Oh, by the way, my record's called me Belle, and so for no known reason, Mom decided I was more of a Bella; beautiful either way!

Please don't forget me, I am Chance, pictured above, a Bichon Frise! I am six years old, so they think, and the eldest, and I like getting up early with Mom and Aussie. Bella sleeps in with Dad, till after seven most days, even later! I enjoy a good tug-a-war on the ropes that Dad had twisted for Aussie and me, and sometimes even Bella plays too! I was the last to be adopted, on January 23, 2020. 

I was wandering the neighborhood for days and then saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening? 

The animal control lady was called and came out to see if I had a chip I.D. with her machine, and Dad told her that he wanted to name me Chance. His reason being, that if no one claimed me, I want to give him a second chance! So that is how I got the name Chance!

Easy as Aussie, Bella, Chance, now you got it!