So Tired of Arguing With Facebook Trolls

What is it about Facebook that brings out the snarky people, the nasty people, the insulting people who troll your feed and never have anything positive or uplifting to say?

I am so sick of arguing with people over politics and religion. If I post it on my Facebook wall and you do not like it, go to your own wall and vent all you like. But if you pick a fight with me on my wall, act like an ass and threaten me, I will probably delete and block you.

My wall. My rules. And my opinions are my own – not for you to approve nor argue with.

One Unspayed Cat Becomes 36 Cats in Only 16 Months

graphic showing cat population explosion

This graphic demonstrated how important it is to spay and neuter pets. One cat has four kittens, then those kittens have kittens. One unspayed cat becomes 36 cats in only 16 months. This is why getting pets spayed and neutered is so important. Millions of unwanted cats and dogs are killed or suffering. Please do your part to control the population and reduce this population problem.

Cannot Believe I am Bored

Even with the internet and cable TV, I am bored today. I can’t believe it and almost never admit that I am bored. There are a lot of things I SHOULD be doing today, but I have no motivation. I’m not sure that is the correct definition for bored or not.

Two weeks ago I got the new Playstation 4 and two games for it. I bought Call of Duty Ghosts, of course, but on the advice of several gaming friends I also bought a game called Battlefield. I have to say that CoD is great, but I think I like Battlefield better. It is hard to say why I like one game over the other. Some people like Coke and some like Pepsi – ask them why and they can’t really tell you. It is NOT because I am winning more on one. In fact, it might be the opposite reason – I find it more difficult and challenging to last long in the Battlefield game.

But I have had my fill of the PS4 today and after checking Facebook, I am sitting here wondering what to do next. I don’t want to watch football and I could care less about the Golden Globes Awards show. So, I’m not sure what to do with myself for a couple of hours tonight. I’m tired of being in the house, tired of feeling cooped up, tired of sitting on my butt. But what can I do on a Sunday night after dark?

A Thousand Pens

Cleaning out all the clutter from various rooms in the house, I dedicated a shoebox to all the pens that I came across this past week. I found pens scattered all over the house – in drawers, on dressers, by the phone, in the bathroom, even! The shoebox is totally full now, heaped over the top with pens, in all shapes, sizes and colors. I hardly ever use a pen or pencil to write anything these days – I type everything. But once in a while I need to write something on a shopping list or sign a letter and then I need a pen.

I wanted to fill out a deposit slip for my bank and needed a pen, so I went to the shoebox of pens I had collected and took one out. I scribbled on a scrap piece of paper to get the ink flowing, but nothing came out. So I threw that one in the trash and went back to the shoebox to get a different pen. I scribbled with that one to get the ink flowing and again – nothing came out. So, again I threw away that pen and went back to the shoebox. I mean, WTF?

The third pen I picked from the shoebox didn’t write, either. Now I was getting mad. I sat down with a pad of paper and started going through the pens in the shoebox, scribbling with each one to see if it would write. If it didn’t write, into the trash can it went. I must have spent a good 20 minutes scribbling with pens and throwing out the ones that had dried out or run out of ink.

A thousand pens and nothing to write with. It makes me wonder why the pens were not tossed out when someone discovered they weren’t working in the first place, instead of just setting them down wherever and leaving them laying around. This would have been a great task for a kid to do for me. I wish I had thought of that before I wasted a half hour scribbling with pens to finally find one that would write.

In a Bad Mood Today

Back when I was a kid, my mother used to say that sometimes I “woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I was grumpy when I first woke up, and grumpy through breakfast, and still grumpy when I left the house in the morning for school. She pretty much just made sure that I did the basics of getting dressed, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and otherwise left me alone on those mornings. With all of us kids running around in the morning, she did a pretty good job parenting to get us all dressed, fed and dispatched on time.

I don’t know why I sometimes wake up in a bad mood, but I am in a bad mood today. Even a second cup of coffee did not clear the cobwebs and the scowl on my face. Last night was nothing out of the ordinary, but when the alarm clock sounded at 5:30 am, I REALLY did not want to get up and deal with the day ahead. Usually a good cup of coffee will take the edge off, but this morning it didn’t help one bit. I tried a second cup – no help.

On days like this, it is best for people to just give me a wide berth. Don’t ask me what is wrong. Don’t try to cheer me up. Just leave me alone. I’ll work it out and get over it eventually.

Street Art or Graffiti?

Cruising through some blogs that my friends write, I came across a cute picture of a mouse painted on a curb and what April calls, “street art.” I have to admit that the drawing is well done, the scene is whimsical and cute, but it is drawn or painted on the curb of a public street. So my question to you is, do you consider this street art or graffiti? And if it is graffiti, should it be removed?

If it is considered public property, you or anybody else do not have the right to damage it. Some people will certainly consider painting or drawing on curbs and sidewalks to be destructive. That is why we have laws against graffiti. And who is to say what is art and what is not? Suppose someone painted horrible symbols and pictures of guts or something and calls that art?

I say, you must have community standards but there needs to be an allowance for creativity and the unexpected. We cannot just make laws and rules and policies that can encompass every single possibility for future actions. The government does not have to be a tightass when it comes to little things like the mouse painted on the curb. It’s relatively harmless and if the people who live nearby and have to look at it every day like, then leave it alone.

In this case, my friend, April Michele calls it “clever street art” and I agree with her. It’s curt, it’s not really hurting anything, and unless you have complaints lodged by the immediate neighbors, leave it alone. It does not matter to me if a stranger passing by painted it or if the homeowners painted it themselves or even if they hired someone to paint it for them. It’s not graffiti.

Leash Laws Mean ALL Dogs – Even Yours!!!

When you live in the city or in a developed suburb, you should certainly know that in today’s world every community has leash laws. This means that dogs outside of the home are supposed to be kept on a leash so they can be controlled at all times. Even if you have your dog in your front yard, unless it is on a leash, you cannot be sure that something or someone will excite the dog into running into the street or across other people’s yards, and worse, possibly attacking someone.

Leash laws mean that every dog should be on a leash when outdoors. Even yours. And I do hope my neighbors are reading this, because I am sick of other people’s dogs running down the street and getting into fights with my dogs. My dogs are on a leash and are not looking for a fight. We are just going for a walk. It would be nice if we could walk down our own street without being attacked. i don’t blame the other dogs – I blame their irresponsible owners for not having their dogs on a leash.

Birthday Celebrations

My brother has a birthday today – one of the Big Ones. You know what I mean, the number ends with a zero!

I was planning on hanging out with my bro for the night. I was thinking dinner at Outback or someplace nice, and then heading to his house for cake and some presents. I bought him a cool gift that i can’t wait to see him open up.

But evidently his girlfriend has to work tonight and she doesn’t want to celebrate the birthday tonight. They are going to celebrate on Saturday night, instead. So, I’m not the brightest one in the room. I thought that meant we were clear for getting together tonight and doing some guy stuff to celebrate. But no, he says he is not celebrating today – we are invited to a party Saturday night at his house, with him grilling steaks for everyone and she is baking a cake. The cakes are her “thing.” She actually makes them for paying customers and custom decorates them for a hundred bucks or so. I guess we’ll be impressed with what she does for him this weekend.

Waiting until Saturday is not a big deal for me, but I wish I had known earlier. This weekend is the big Fourth of July weekend and most of my buddies were going to be out on the lake all weekend. Now I have to cut the boating short on Saturday so I can clean up and head over to his house for the grill out. And I know he’s going to like this birthday present – can’t wait to see his face when he opens the gift!

Teaching a Shelter Dog New Tricks

While sitting in the vet’s waiting room, a lady came in with her little black dog. She said it was a rescue dog that had been abused and was housed with some really large dogs. The poor little thing is terrified of big dogs like Rottweilers and Boxers.

The breed of her little dog looked vaguely familiar, but I was not sure, so I asked. I don’t know if that was a breech of vet waiting room etiquette or not, but I try to be polite and it was not like I was being a snob about any particular breed. She said the dog is a Papillon and that she had been training it to run agility courses.

There aren’t any dog parks anywhere in this area, so I wondered where she was going to have the use of an agility course. She said that she had one built in her own backyard. That is pretty cool – I wish i had the extra money to put in a doggie playground and agility course. We really need a dog park around here – maybe I can find a grant for getting one started.

A Safe Place for Your Stuff

Back in “The Day” when you had stuff but no immediate need for it, you stored it. Finding a safe place for your stuff was pretty limited. The most likely storage area was an attic in your home, or perhaps the basement. The attic would get extremely hot and had the risk of rodents, bats and spiders/bugs. Basements were cool and damp, with the threat of flooding, mildew and different types of bugs, such as silverfish, crickets and roaches.

If you did not have an attic or a basement, you might use the garage and just forego parking your car in the garage. Sometimes people would rent out their garage for a little extra pocket money to extended family, neighbors or military personnel being deployed.

In the 1980’s, a new business popped up to help with storage needs – the backyard metal shed. With people using their garage for storing their “stuff” there was a growing demand for someplace to put lawn and garden gear, sporting equipment and tools. Metal sheds with one large door were sold at hardware stores for a reasonable price. They needed little preparation, were easy for any handy DIY’er to erect in just a day, and did not need any special building permits or zoning requirements. Some shed became more elaborate, with multiple door styles, some with windows, and metal gave way to wood and vinyl.

About 20 years ago, household storage demands in the U.S. grew enough to warrant the birth of commercial businesses making garage style units available for monthly rental fees. The growing demand for self storage was created by people moving and by various lifestyle transitions, such as

  • marriage,
  • divorce,
  • retirement,
  • a death in the family,
  • college students
  • foreclosures/evictions

Now, one in 10 households in America rented a self storage unit. More than 700,000 self storage units nationwide are rented to military personnel. this is about 4% of all units, but domestic military bases with adjacent large residential areas can see the use of self storage units by military personnel can be from 20%-95% of all rented units. Self storage companies value military personnel as customers and usually offer them special incentives and discounts, such as: “one-dollar move-ins” or “first month free,” 10%-30% discounts off monthly rental rates, months of free rent, gift certificates, use of a moving truck at no charge, and no rent increases while they are deployed overseas.