So again, I was up too early!

So what do most people do when they get up way too early??? (I am talking 1:26 A.M.)
Yep, I do that too.

Oh, what?

Check my emails, Facebook, Blogger hits, banking statement, and house value...!

Then on to my games the daily challenge on Solitaire, and then alternate my two-word games!

By then my northern friend could be up since she too is an early riser...!

Our news comes on, well before Hubby is up from 4:00 A.M. is the national, and at 4:30 A.M is the local news. This is with sans cable programming, that we cut that cord since 1994!

Most of you must be wondering why in the world would I get up that early??? Well, my body tells me to. Yes, I do try my hardest to go back to sleep, but I'm just not tired. Sometimes, it is due to pain, but not always. Oddly enough, my CPAP said that I had six hours and twenty-two minutes of sleep last night. Most days, I get up between four and five A.M.; I do go to bed early!

Hubby arises around sevenish, much later than me, but a normal time for most, even us retired folks.

I did tell myself when I retired back in 2008 that I would get up at a decent hour and accomplish things that I might or might not have planned for the day!

But as we all know, stuff happens, and so that will/could change, like most things in life.

That's the best part of growing older is knowing that and accepting all that that means!

 Moving on...

My colorful hanging pots (7) arrived yesterday with the fish netting that is going down to the pergahut inside roof with the conch shell LED lights. Unfortunately, it is raining today and tomorrow, fairly heavy rain, so working outside will not be possible.

Moving on again!

Get your hotkeys here!

And the debate goes on...

https://www.yahoo.com/news/supreme-court-hear-arguments-major-041759520.html

Not so fast...!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/desantis-allies-want-credit-boom-201622401.html 

Lunacy continues!

https://www.yahoo.com/news/qanon-supporters-gather-over-theory-210003092.html

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 what she thought I should be named? Mom apparently asked her age but not her name...ha! And without hesitation, the teenager had said, Aussie! She was just looking, by the way, so my 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. And 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, which 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, on his brother's birthday.

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

No tail/tale publishing, circa 2018.

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 I saw Aussie and Bella in their living-room window, so I hung out there... 

The animal control lady had been 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! The Animal Welfare League checked me out and kept me for sixteen days until I was allowed to be adopted. Good evening?  

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