Mischief Monday – Email H-E Double Toothpicks!

Hey it’s Jet here.

Oh boy, this isn’t good.  I needed to communicate privately with Lady Litchfield of LLCD on Friday and … that email thingie well… maybe it was the HORRIBLE week of storms, rain, roof leaking again… I’m not sure… it didn’t work.  So, Mom did other thingies and set her mind to take care of one email issue which many of you shared with her.  Her business email was FULL.  She called Mr. GoDaddy and they helped her with a few issues.  Good so far, right… well… good news/bad news.

Mr. GoDaddy helped her with an ancient problem; he helped her connect her business email to her Outlook thingie.  Sounds great.  He also taught her how to delete 1,000 emails at a time.  Since her mailbox maxed out at 29,000, she felt deeply appreciative.  Mom diligently deleted 16,000 right away and thought she would call it a night.  Follow my math here.  How many remained?  Yup, 13,000!

She popped over to see if that naughty Outlook recovered and … what happened?  Yeah, those of you (most of the world besides poor Mom) know where I’m going…  Outlook began importing 13,000 emails!  Now those of you who read our blog know that our equipment is on the wise and mature side, so, this threw Outlook out of whack.  Mom triggered finger, wrist, forearm and elbow inflammation as she deleted 8,000 emails … ONE AT A TIME!  Yes, I asked why, too.  Well, Mr. Fred has the installation program. Something went goofy awhile back and without that disc, no repair.  Where Mom could at least group by sender previously and delete a little faster, her opening screen now displays in a way that’s unhelpful and she can only do things one by one.  UGH… Poor woman decided to relax by combing JJ and me around midnight.

I made sure she woke up bright and early to yet another yucky day. (We received 6 inches of rain on Saturday alone.) So, on top of all the tech stuff, I’ve had my, uh… you know… storm issues, causing Mom to spend an extra 30 minutes at least twice a day with me.  Little Miss Happy Happy even refused to go out yesterday morning.

So, Mom decided to use her time wisely and go back and delete the remaining 5,000 emails.  Well, Mr. Microsoft decided otherwise.  He repeatedly sent this error message and then the Outlook program shut and reopened ad nauseum.  Clever Mom clicked away in between the 30 seconds to a minute she had each time and managed to get rid of about 4,000.  Sounds not so bad, right?  Nope, now the whole Outlook thingie isn’t working, period.  Yes, she opened, closed, restarted, rebooted, hard shut down, begged, made deals with higher powers… and did other things.  We’re kind of afraid to deal with it.

Mom has a super busy week with classes, fasting and holiday and a possible trip to see my Nana and Poppy, who are both under the weather.  I promised to give Outlook Jetty kisses, we’ll see if that helps.

Another great, except for naughty Outlook, day.

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Wordless Wednesday – Mom’s Desperate!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

For those long time readers, you know that I have ahem, a fear, strong dislike, panic attack with each and every storm. We originally thought that Little Miss Perfect was immune, however, poor petunia, she’s turning out to have the same issues as me! Instead of scratching/climbing walls, JJ turns into Little Miss Barkarooni/shiver girl! Can’t recall exactly when, however, over the last few days, Mom came across the following and may seriously contemplate using up some biscuit $ to purchase…Mutt Muffs!

Hmmm…

JJ can maintain her accessory color!

could it really help in this situation???

Mom could do the mutt muff/thundershirt combo…

JJ could cuddle with her toys…

and… I could know doubt rock them out like this guy! I have the red raincoat, all I need are the red doggles to become Super Jetty!

Thoughts????

Another great, maybe soundproof, day.

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I Flummoxed (Vocab Builder) Mom!

Hey It’s Jet Here.
 
Last night, the streaky lights lasted for hours.  Mom returned home around 9:30 p.m. and our last empty the tank happened at 6:00 p.m.  Mom fully intended to carry out our evening constitutional, except due to the storm, there was no chance in you know what that JJ and I had any intention of leaving safe, secure, Casa Jet. 
 
Mom completely understood and suggested we snuggle in for the second game of the NBA finals, which she had on “tape delay.”  Little Miss Barkarooni has now showed her full storm behavior and barks EVERY time a streaky light or boom occurs, while shivering like a leaf.  Mom considered putting those soft eye covers humans use to block out light for a good night’s sleep.  My human sister, Rachel, used them when she was little. 
 
JJ enjoyed bursts of distraction fetching her toys a few times in a row before catching on to Mom’s strategy.  Mom hoped JJ would tire and poop out from exhaustion… REALLY?  Have you not noticed we call her Jumping JJ for a reason?  Anyway, Mom thought it interesting that I acted more mellow than usual.  Her conclusion: while the streaky lights were constant, the booms were few and far between. 
 
We thought the streaky lights set the perfect backdrop for the White Hot Heat theme/flame motif etc… and wondered if the HEAT organization ordered streaky lights on purpose.  We concluded they did not because those naughty streaky lights interupted the tv reception and made lots of fans mad!  BTW, Mom hugged me hard the last one minute, peeking through my fur until the Heat won! 
 
Anyway, this morning, Mom thought JJ and I would do our business quickly and efficiently because we had to (excuse the boldness…) “hold it” all night.  We left the garage to the right.  I sniffed:
 
  • The corner street sign surrounded by oodles of firecracker plants… not the right vibe,
  • Crossed to the other side and sniffed two tall trees surrounded by tall, dark green spider plants… almost assumed the empty the tank position and changed my mind…
  • Trotted to the next lawn, onto the sidewalk, onto the grass by the next street sign (a Jetty fave) paused… took in the scents and … nope, nothing…
  • Skipped the swail by 2 houses because of Buddy, the golden’s barking across the street.
  • Passed the next corner’s street sign and the wall (both concrete and bush) shielding Max the Beagle’s house from the world.
  • Turned another corner and got distracted by Max the Beagle’s feline brother, Salem,
  • Finally found the small island at Miss Mary Ann’s house, investigated the first area with spider plant, dismissed the location and selected the rocky area instead. (Yes, this is the area where Miss Mary Ann told Mom two days ago a racer snake had wriggled from.)  He had to know Jetty was there! 
Mom had that flummoxed face the whole time.  She couldn’t understand why I needed to study, investigate, observe, examine, explore, check out, look over, probe and reconnoiter (vocab builder) all my favorite spots without emptying my tank!  Mom, Mom, Mom, you poor human with a pedestrian (vocab builder) olfactory system… you cannot imagine the subtleties I sniffed out this morning.  Selecting a tank emptying location requires finesse Mom… it’s one of those things…
 
Another great, selective, day. (we’ll add pictures a little later…)