Life with the Three Crazy Dogs

Remember the orthotics I picked up last month for my plantar fasciitis?  They are working slowly on my right foot, definitely, but not exactly on the left.   Will talk about that left foot later in a different post.   But the purpose of this post is I want to bitch at my damn insurance company…cheap ass bastards.  Can you smell piss and vinegar in this post??

The pair of foot inserts final total is $726.00.  The doctor’s assistant told me earlier insurance usually covers all or at least half of it.  I said that’s fine.  Patient paying 50% of that amout is not too bad, fair share.

Yesterday received the statement from the clinic.  Blardy hell!!!!  The frigging ins company only paid $201.66 for the inserts -  a quarter of the bill!  And of course the BALANCE DUE (in bold) of $524.34 I have to cough out.  Sorry la, I have to make payments every month instead of paying it off in one lump sum.   The clinic better accept that as it beats the crap of no payments at all.  It looks like the weekly lottery ticket is part of my shopping list now.

Woke up this morning feeling good.  Had a nice cool walk with the boys.  The boys behaved before I left for work…which i’m happy.  Got in the car and started driving to work.  That’s when my mood started to change.  The heater in the car is not working.  If it was working, then it would take hours to kick it, I think.  All I have is cold air from the heater.  It was 36 F (2 C) degrees out, it’s chilly, the wind shield fogged up a little from the inside.  Can’t crank up the heater coz then the cold air inside will just fogged up even more.  Driving down the freeway was still ok till 10 minutes later at the exit.  Had to slow the car and used my jacket sleeves and hands to wipe the damn fog off so I can see where I’m going.  Another 8 minutes to reach office parking lot seemed like 20 minutes.  I had to go so slow.  By the time I got to the parking lot, i could not see out the windshield, both windows.  It’s like someone is making out in the back of the car…you know!  That whole ordeal really got my blood going sort of ruined my morning till I talked to my coworker/friend then i felt better.  After work this afternoon, I’m sending the car in to have them check it out.  DB said it could just need anti freeze.  I’m hoping so and not the thermostat problem I had last year.

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I heard on the radio talk show that a person move house at least 11 times in their lifetime. That is quite a bit isn’t it? I, myself have moved 5 fives including those in Ipoh. All the fun of packing, throwing, giving away and selling.

Before DB left for TX, I told him to clear out his old Samsonite luggage filled with clothes he had not worn for years and years…jeans, shirts and shorts. He said those clothes are in very condition. He thinks one day he might fit into them again. I told him it’s time to give them away because they have been sitting in that suitcase the time I moved to MN and that was 12 years ago. So go figure when he will ever get back into those clothes, particularly the jeans.  All I could do was shake my head and roll my eyes at him.  After a few shakes of my head, he caved in.  He got them under sized clothings into the giveway bag, finally.  And good thing I pester him to clear out that suitcase coz he had to take that suitcase with him as it is a fairly big size bag.  Hah, now I keep telling him the power of the “head shaking and rolled eyes”!  But it only works at times! :) 

Now that he is gone, I’m wiping down the picture frames and packing them away in boxes and haul them to the basement.  For some reason, he told me don’t pack the picture frames away yet!  Why the hell not?  Have to start some where.  Doing a little at a time for me is better than rushing.   The worse is my office – fabric, books, magazines, sewing machine, PC, printers, lamps, Sterilite boxes of already filled with junk, and plants.  Plants in that room seemed to grow damn well.  Speaking of books, I need to sell 2 bookcases of  novels  and National Geographic magazines soon.  I can’t believe I actually brought some of my books from Ipoh to MN!!!!  Damn insane.  And the additional books I have bought through the years since I came. 

The coming weeks I need to get down to the grocery and liquor stores to look for boxes.   The liquor stores  usually have boxes sitting out in their recycle container.  Grocery stores, I have to go in to ask them and that too depends on timing when they stock up the produce.  Urghhhh!!!

Oh and we are dropping the price of our house and that means there will be more showings.  Good and bad….good we can get a buyer sooner, hopefully.  Bad I need to clean and pick up the house more often, like every day!!!    Our realtor said there could be 3 – 4 showings in a day and I told her the showings will be done when i get home from work which is 3.  So I have to bring the dogs out of the house for a couple of hours, or just hang around in the garage till the showing(s) are done.

A little at a time that’s all I can say and do……I hope I won’t fall apart.

It really sucks to have no internet in the house. Of course this post is written somewhere where there is internet, right? Hahaha, yep, at work. Since the internet is dead since Monday, I have internet withdrawal when I get home from work. No FB-ing, Farm Town-ing or get any of my posts up. Really crappy. Thanks to a real crappy internet provider. The only thing I can do is watch TV. And only one of the 3 televisions in the house is switched on, not 2 or 3, when DB is home.  Every major room he walks in, the TV has to be turned on.  Apparently he needs some background noise.  Jeez!  Anyways, back to the internet,  DB had to call the stupid provider to settle the problem.  Those folks will be here this p.m. to get it straight away.  If it’s not fixed, I will definitely cancel their service and just suffer, but can I really stand it without the internet?  Hahahaha!

Continuation from the previous post of goats.

DB placed a called to the city’s Animal Control (AC).  First was to ask about Chase’s dog license.  The city ordinance that I pulled up from the website says, quote from the city’s ordinance:

Except as otherwise provided, no person shall keep any animal other than a household pet within the City. No more than two (2) dogs over the age of four (4) months shall be maintained at any one residence or premises.

It says right there “No more than two dogs….”, well, we are definitely over the limit.  DB called AC, placed a message on their voicemail on Friday asking if we need to apply for domestic kennel application where it will allow 3 or not more than 6 dogs.  They finally called today.

All turns out well.  The above stated quote ordinance was old.  They have not updated the site yet.  WTH??  Anyways, we can apply for a regular dog license like what we did for the other boys. Cool right there.

Next, DB asked was about the neighborhood goats.  The AC guy said depending on where we are, yes, goats are allowed in the city of XYZ.  If we are at the south of the city (I have no idea where south of the city is), farm animals are allowed as pets.  DB gave him the cross roads of where we live.  The guy said where we live, no, farm animals are not allowed.  But the AC don’t get any complains.  He even said that there are reports that some residents (north of the city) are raring chickens, too.  Great, huh?

DB didn’t tell the AC guy which house has the goats, but he thanked him for returning his call and the information.

The mehhhhh-ing is still going on.  DB said he might have to call AC in the near future to report that fateful home about the noise from their goats.  That mehhhhh-ing souds so pitiful, as if these two goats are suffering.  They are tied up with a rope.  Hate to see animals tied up.  Will see how DB’s mood is!

Know what that title means?  I’m trying to imitate the sound both DB and I have been hearing since mid early April.  Every day this “mehhhhhh”, “mehhhhhhh” comes on in the morning, afternoon, late afternoon, evenings and sometimes up to 8 – 9:30 p.m.  If we have the windows and patio door shut, it’s not so bad, but since it’s a warmer, DB wants the patior door and windows opened.

This sound only comes from the back of our house.  Initially we thought it is a kid.  We would close one ear.  It sure sounds like someone is torturing the kid.  Since it’s early May, we completely have all the windows in the house opened everyday and night, especially the kitchen and bedroom windows.  I can hear it when I go to bed at 9 p.m.

Last weekend we were outside doing some yard work, the sound really got loud.  We look to the direction of the sounds.  It sure seems like it’s two houses away from us from the back.  I told DB maybe it’s a child or a cat.  He thought it’s a cat and not a child coz who would let their child cry, whine that long and especially at night.  DB said he felt like calling the cops to have them check it out.  I told him NO.  Not yet.

So, on Wednesday, DB went on his daily routine by opening the windows and door, there it is again.  He waited till there was daylight, took out his binoculars and guess what that was???????

Frigging GOATS!

There are two of them whining goats in the backyard of the house we thought where the sound came from.  I got home and saw them through the bino too.  Damn-sam, I so want to call animal control to report the owners. The goats are brown in color with black and white stripes on their faces.  I imagine they are pygmy goats, but i’m not sure.  Maybe all goats have that white and black stripes on their faces, I have no stinking idea.  The link on pygmy goats have a picture of a brown goat which those two goats in our neighborhood look like.

I looked up the city ordinance, no farm animals are allow in the city.  I assume these goats are pet goats, I still think it’s forbidden to rear goats in the suburban neighborhood.  I am still debating if we should call animal control ask them if thy neighbor has license for them goats.  Or should I, and if I can stop DB, too, to not call at all and leave them goats alone and we just enjoy the “mehhhhhhh, mehhhhhhh”.  Don’t know.