blahhhh, yucky two weeks ……. I’m coming, I’m coming

PROMISE

THE PANTRY PHOTOS ARE COMING

Been MIA

New drugs, lots of pain, lots of tears.

A dodgy brother visited a newly renovated home and peed on the brand new carpet – woe is me!

Siggi is the likely culprit.

Yeah…. butter wouldn’t melt in these two’s mouths!!! NOT!

The other Dodgy Brother got attacked at the beach by a big dog, was rolled three times in the surf (well in Townsville we don’t have surf, but if you are a chihuahua, a 3 inch ripple is surf) and in the ensuing rescue my camera fell in the water and is now kaputsky!

Arnie the yellow Dodgy, Siggi the red Dodgy

Bronson the Fire Hero has been really sick (at 16 very stressful).  He’s  home now and has been diagnosed with Vestibula disease – you’ll have to google that!

I'm crossing everything I own, that Bronny gets back to looking like this.

In exciting Austrian news,
Paula I hope you read this and are impressed,
we had this for Easter Breakfast

An Austrian Mole Cake.

Made by Guess Who?
And it is Mole the animal,
not sure why Austrians make a cake like a mole’s nest for Easter
but we were all VERY glad they do at Easter Brekkie.

Some people almost couldn't wait.

They thought that because they have German heritage
and the Germans make the same cake
they had first dibs!
But because I have a BROKEN BACK tee hee

I got to cut it, like a Bride! (Should have taken my glasses off).

Which reminds me that last night
in a BIG ADVENTURE
I actually left the house at night
for the first time since
THE BIG DRUG CHANGEOVER DISASTER
and  watched the wedding last night at our Friends’ place
the HOUSE with the two week old
DODGY CERTIFIED PEE OF APPROVAL
I thought it was a beautiful wedding in every respect
and was tickled pink that
Kate’s family knew how to dress stylishly
so much better than than many of the Royals did.

How come their father did not tell them what they looked like? He was in the car with them.

on that bitchy note
Toodles
Lou
xxxxxxxx
Thanks for your patience everyone
as usual writing a blog has cheered me up.
xxx

Medication review, Birthday Party pictures, and news from Blighty

Hi everyone,

If you’ve been reading the comments over the last few posts

you’ll know I was very scared of changing medications for

THE MINISERIES OF MISERIES

(new name for the Broken Back).

So with the help of a wonderful blog friend Saint Kate B

I took the leap

and switched pills.

I had to show the evidence of actually taking the damn pills.

 Because I had so many great friends and pharmacists encouraging me to take the leap

and switch to a different type of medication.

So first thing Saturday Morning they got this texted to them.

Gross hey? An early morning shot of my mouth and tongue.

I’m pretty sure I cleaned my teeth before  I took the pill and photo.

Yep its gone, down the gullet.

 How revolting, on three counts

1. I’m in pjs, had not done anything to the wild thing I call my hair

2. Who wants to see down someone’s throat at 6 am on a Saturday morn.

3. How much I’ve been a moaner, that I had to provide evidence to my supporters!

I’LL KEEP YOU POSTED ON THE EFFICACY OF THE MEDS.

ON TO BRIGHTER THINGS

I did not get invited to this birthday party,

because I’m a prisoner

can’t drive, and get around much by myself,

and

Introducing ZAMORI THE GREAT!

It was really a Dog’s birthday party.

The Guest List was exclusive, you had to have manners like these folk.

I’m thinking you might be starting to get a clue

about who owns these dogs.

Theres some serious puppy discipline going on at this party.

Although one guest did remove his hat.

Don’t know why, I thought he looked charming with his hat on.

Everyone got presents at this party

even though it was Zamori’s first birthday

He got more presents, which he unwrapped himself.

 BUT

Don’t think the people of inTownsville missed out

they were hand delivered birthday cake

the next day.

See, I was telling the truth.Yep, real cake for dogs

and Yes of Course

it’s a secret Austrian Dog Cake Recipe

Everyone at inTownsville who likes dog food got to share the cake.

Dodgy Brothers got there first of course.

But the Fire Hero and his sister, the 16 yr olds, got some too.

Someone always gets a bit more than everyone else.

Of  course the birthday party was for Elisabeth’s dog Zamori.

A Bernese Mountain Dog.

SUPER well trained.

On Wednesday, Elisabeth is going to attack ze pantrrrry!

We all have to be on standby to call

keep, store, throw away.

I’ll give you before and after photos.

AND EVIDENCE THAT WE TOO ARE BEING

well trained like Zamori

who helped his mum make his birthday cake.

 Love

and thanks to all

LOU

xxx

PS   Joy,  I did not leap at all taking the tablet,

PPS  Note to concerned animal lovers

This Brithday cake contained all dog stomach approved ingredients.

Linen Cupboard update ….. well I’m sorry , but it’s that or else

I could keep writing from here

 

My desk, I have to share it.

about the

MINISERIES OF THE MISERIES

that I have taken to calling the inTownsville Back.

 

So,

I PRESENT

 

THE GLASS CUPBOARD

Yes the Elisabethan Age continues here inTownsville

It’s so amazing

 

HERE'S A CLOSE UP

I know, Elisabeth is a miracle worker.

But wait

there’s more,

 

THE LINEN CUPBOARD IS ALMOST FINISHED

I have to make the labels, because the label maker here is so flash it’s connected to Mr iT’s computer.

WANT A CLOSER LOOK?

 

YEP, THIS IS ONE LINEN DIVA

Tee hee, yesterday I accidentally asked a question about My Linen Cupboard

Eyebrows were raised, and

“Ooopsy, sorry Elisabeth” I grovelled, “I meant YOUR linen cupboard.”

 

BTW

I’ll tell you about that painting you can see a portion of, beside the linen cupboard

another day,

but here’s a teaser

 

A TINY PORTION OF THE PAINTING, BOTTOM LEFT HAND CORNER

Some people’s dogs are a bit famous in the Gold Coast Art World.

Lots of love

Lou

xxxxx

PS ANNIE – HERE ARE THE SHEETS

 

Special photo for Annie

Oops, upside down, typical of me!

also

PPS

I have told all friends they must call me Moana now – I keep reporting the unpleasant details of the latest medical stuff up.

(Tee Hee, at least no-one is getting bowel movement reports – that will really say I’ve died and gone straight to the decrepitude of old age hypochondria).

 

The Linen Cupboard

Saturday and I’m back to normal.

So,

I have diligently answered all the comments on the last post.

They’re all there, read them all, comments and replies, from top to bottom (only if you are interested), the story sort of continues through the comments in sequence.

 

Linen cupboard photos as promised.

Sorry I didn’t have a before photo.

 

THE LINEN CUPBOARD - 40% DONE ACCORDING TO ELISABETH.

So this is stage one, part one of the Elisabethan of chez inTownsville.  I’ve cropped out the bits that aren’t done yet.

All linen was rewashed and ironed with linen spray from Dusk, then folded the secret special Austrian way, that you can only learn if you go to school in Austria.

I do not satisfy the requirements to learn the Secret Austrian Sheet Folding System.

“Ploos, Loooeesa, you haff ze broken back, you must nnnottt trrry to fold ze linen in ze furrst place!”

(Note from me: God, try writing an Austrian Accent!)

We have been advised we are allowed to take towels from the cupboard, but NEVER and I repeat NEVER are we allowed to put anything INTO the linen cupboard.

 

 

The George Boundaries Elisabeth vs Louise

I’ve spent 3 years of serious grovelling to be allowed to scratch his comb, run my hand down his back (other hand must be visible at all times), and just recently allowed to gently rub his tummy with one (ONLY ONE) finger.  I am allowed to kiss as much as I like, and in fact have to be wary of George’s tongue going onto my lips.  Go figure that one out – weird boundaries I’m the first to admit.

At all times George MUST remain on his perch.

 

The Elisabethan Boundries.

Yes, I will step up onto your finger.

Yes I will step up onto your hand.

Yes I will sit quietly on your shoulder.

Yes you can scratch and kiss any part of me, on my perch or while you are holding me.

Yes, feel free to pick me up and turn me upside down (the ultimate display of total bird trust).

 

Ooooh, ELISABETH you're here, I'm over here.

The Elisabethan George, placid, compliant, trying to look cute, and attract a cuddle.

 

 

The Garden Miner, she's resisting the Elisabethan Age so far.

My Dolce, she’s a Silver Indian Ringneck, and one serious wild child.

She’s survived 4 huge accidents/events that would have killed an eagle and is a tuff nut – like me.

Dolce will not co-operate with Elisabeth so far.

She is staying loyal to me, not that she’s obedient exactly, but I’m slightly ahead on the emotional scale.  Trouble is, Dolce is my partner, and in the Bird World that means I must comply with her.  She’s taken the upper hand in this relationship.

Dolce is currently digging a hole in the conservatory garden, interestingly enough, she dug a hole here last year (we filled it in for about to be obvious reasons).

Last year, in this hole she was bailed up by a snake intent on eating her.

She couldn’t fly away, as she was in her hole.

Fortunately, Dolce can be

very loud

is not afraid of stupid snakes

and has humans who understand that they must risk death or injury and remove any threats to Dolce’s life or limbs.

 

Hole dimensions this morning before ....

So, I calculated depth and breadth of Dolce’s hole today.  Worked out it was definitely snake trapping of Indian Ringneck dimensions, and sadly for Dolce, 2 weeks work (full time too) was trashed by Cyclone Shovel and Mr iT.

We’re used to natural emergencies round here.

Dirty bird protest against shovel intent on destroying her hole.

Dolce then suffered the indignity of a huge bath, dirt brown silver Indian Ringnecks not tolerated in Elisabethan houses, thought I’d better take action before Monday morning.

 

It’s 2:30pm, and my whirl of domesticity, answering blog comments and writing this one have required immediate retreat to my hospital bed, with electric blanket for back on high, room Air con on 20, and a cup of tea, and sigggggghhhhhhh – painkillers.

Toodles.

Hope you can see I’m over devastation day, angry day, getting my head sorted out day yesterday, and am fine today.

Lou

xxxx

Not back to you, back up plan backed up, back to the back saga.

Hi everyone,

bad news this week,

went to Spinal Surgical Specialist

and original diagnosis was wrong,

as well, the treatment was totally wrong.

The healing process has been established and is too far gone for the Spinal guy to go in and fix it.

Probably a life long problem now with present pain levels likely to last another 12 months.

Got the news yesterday, was sort of devastated but not able to process it.

Today I was very sensible and vented like fury, wonderful friends rang, and despite dire warnings of the possibility of maximum swearing, they gamely listened to the whole disaster. So done the devastated day, and now the Angry day, tomorrow will be … hmmm don’t know.

Better do a funny blog I think.

Elisabeth, the Austian housekeeper is finding her way around here like  a dirt and mess seeking missile.

Tomorrow I will post a photo of our linen cupboard,

we have been forbidden access to it.

We are only allowed to open the door and admire it, but if we need anything from the cupboard,  we must ask Elisabeth and she will remove what we need.

None of us are trustworthy enough to handle the masterpiece that is our reorganised linen cupboard.

Photos tomorrow I promise.

I know actually writing a blog will really kickstart me back into action, and luckily my funny bone is not in the dunny house that is my back now.

(that’s research for you non Australians).

Love and kisses

apologies for being a prize misery gutz, going to reform tomorrow

Louise