Harmony caught strep throat. Or as SHE calls it, "strip throat". She came downstairs by me to tell me that she didn't have to go to school cuz Mom had to take her to the doctor at 11:65. I said, don't you mean 11:45? And she tells me..."You didn't talk to the nurse, so how would YOU KNOW what time I need to go?" Smart ass kid! LOL
So the day goes on and Harmony comes back down and she's sitting on my desk when Papa comes home at 4 and of course she has to tell him all about the Dr appointment and Papa says "Well, how did you know you were so sick?" And Harmony rips off her shoe, and throws it down, rips off her sock and throws that down too, then whips her foot up into his face and says "SEE THAT!?" Papa is looking at her foot and her half chipped off toenail polish and so am I and wondering what the heck we're supposed to be looking at! So I say, "Well, what are we looking at here?" And she gets all flustered and says. "Don't you get it Framma? Just yesterday I painted my toenails and my fever got so high that my toenail polish burned off my toes!!" And she jumps off my desk, gathers up her shoe and sock and tells us..."Geez, don't you old people know anything?!" And trots up the steps and goes home!
We just busted out laughing until we had tears rolling down our faces!
That kid is a riot! LOL
Thursday, May 5, 2011
And adding to the list....
Gypsy's chewing spree continues...
6 bed pillows shredded and strewn about the bedrooms they were shredded in. By the way, she has learned to open doors and no the child proof knobs do not work, she eats them off the knobs in seconds! 3 throw pillows from on top of the entertainment center in the living room, which is like almost 5 feet high. (Still haven't figured that one out) A box of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies from on top of the college size fridge, that sits on top of our dresser, that is in our bedroom ( no idea on this one either). 2 comforters gutted and made into snowflakes! 1 captains chair and 2 legs of the dinning rooms chairs and one childs high chair.
She dug a 4 foot hole out in the dog run and found the sump pump drain hose and chewed a hole in it, so when it kicked in, the water squirted up like crazy from that hole and she was in her glory!! Trust me, that sucker was patched within the hour and has rocks covering most of that pipe! Now she is working on trying to dig herself (and maybe dad ) a man cave underneath the sidewalk that runs through the dog run. LOL
I'm starting to wonder WHY I even like this dog, much less love her! Good grief!
6 bed pillows shredded and strewn about the bedrooms they were shredded in. By the way, she has learned to open doors and no the child proof knobs do not work, she eats them off the knobs in seconds! 3 throw pillows from on top of the entertainment center in the living room, which is like almost 5 feet high. (Still haven't figured that one out) A box of Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies from on top of the college size fridge, that sits on top of our dresser, that is in our bedroom ( no idea on this one either). 2 comforters gutted and made into snowflakes! 1 captains chair and 2 legs of the dinning rooms chairs and one childs high chair.
She dug a 4 foot hole out in the dog run and found the sump pump drain hose and chewed a hole in it, so when it kicked in, the water squirted up like crazy from that hole and she was in her glory!! Trust me, that sucker was patched within the hour and has rocks covering most of that pipe! Now she is working on trying to dig herself (and maybe dad ) a man cave underneath the sidewalk that runs through the dog run. LOL
I'm starting to wonder WHY I even like this dog, much less love her! Good grief!
Monday, April 18, 2011
For the love of a Pit Bull Part 2
So now we had this gorgeous blue pit bull pup that was a really well behaved pup actually. She wasn't hyper, knew how to sit, wasn't wild in the house, came to her new name, Gypsy, and was crate trained. What more could I have asked for??? A well trained husband would be a wonderful thing to have asked for but I wasn't about to get that either! lol He had no clue how to take care of a pit bull. I didn't either, to be fair, but I at least tried to learn just about everything I could on the breed over the years, met owners and dogs in real life and I had raised hundreds of other breeds of dogs too!
Gypsy was the perfect angel in her crate at night. Would whine when she had to go potty and I would get out of bed (when this old body would let me) or I would poke hubby and he would get up and she would do her thing and right back in the crate she would go! During the day she had accidents but that's expected with a pup... no big deal. She surely wasn't the first pup to pee on my floors and I have wiped it up so many times, that I think I really have done it in my sleep before! LOL
When she was around 5 months old and her baby teeth began falling out I think she decided that she didn't want to be a dog anymore but that she wanted to be a SHARK! I kid you not! This dog ate everything and anything! If you dropped it, it was scarfed up by this sweet lil pup so fast that your head would spin!! I had my hands in her mouth every few minutes trying to figure out what she wasn't supposed to have~~ AGAIN! If she didn't find something on the floor on her own, she would find other things to chew. Hanging clothes over the back of a chair was a big No-no! She would rip the arms right off the shirt or chew a zipper right off your winter jacket! Hats were fair game too. If you set it where she could reach it~ that was your own fault~ I warned you not to set anything down where she could reach it! Mind you she had and still has 50 plus toys to chew and play with but I guess household things tasted so much better!
Then, I'm not sure if my husband lost his fucking mind or what happened to that man but he decided that he knew all about puppies. Not especially pit bulls but HIS puppy! His girl Gypsy!! It didn't matter that I'M HOME with this dog all day...HE knew what was best for HIS pup! He started to lay down the rules and tell me that his pup was going to sleep in our bed now...not her crate. That very night she peed on his pillow and crapped right on the exact spot where his feet hit the ground when he gets out of bed!! I laughed until I cried!! None of us got much sleep that night but I didn't sleep because I kept busting out laughing all night! LOL
I begged him to keep up with her crate training but he said no, she has to learn. I just rolled my eyes and held my breath. After that first night and in the next months after that, she has eaten 14 of hubby's baseball caps, 5 winter stocking caps, 4 zippers on winter jackets. 3 pair of winter boots, two pair of tennis shoes, one pair of leather work boots, countless sleeves off shirts and sweatshirts, countless socks and underwear of his and the dummy still hasn't learned to pick his shit up! Go figure! lol I figured if the dog had to learn to not chew everything up...then he had to learn how to pick up after himself too! Hubby still doesn't appreciate this from me and I really could care less! lol
She has only chewed one pair of my gloves...they sat just a second too long at her level while I went to the bathroom and she destroyed them in 2.5 minutes...
As if learning the lesson wasn't enough for hubby he decided to let her roam the house 'free' when we left for a few hours! I told him he was crazy but he said she needed to learn! I held my breath and shut the door. After all...he knew HIS pup! We came home to no couch. I mean there were springs and the backs of the seats were there, so I suppose I could give her some credit for leaving us SOMETHING but yea, the dam couch was gone! It looked like it snowed inside the house! All the other dogs were hiding in our bedroom...they knew better than to get near mom when shit hits the fan! I let hubby have it that day! I ripped that man up one side and down the other and made him check HIS dogs shit for the next few days to make sure everything came out of her! I was red hot mad, let me tell you! She could have died shredding all that foam, strings and wood!! I got my way and we kennel her whenever we leave now. One lesson learned, dumb ass!
We've lost part of the foot rest of one of the recliners and a computer chair has been her latest obsession but otherwise she's been pretty good about leaving the furniture alone. Now her thing is corners....corners of anything! The coffee table, my sheets, comforters and bed spreads.... nothing else just the corners! Have you ever heard of anything more absurd than that? Every blanket that has ever been on my bed now, have NO corners to them! LOL She will chew on a box but only the corners!
Maybe the dog is as stupid as the hubby eh? Neither one of them know how to learn a dam thing I try to teach them! LOL
And all of this for the love of a pit bull? Yep it's official, I'm crazy! LOL
Gypsy was the perfect angel in her crate at night. Would whine when she had to go potty and I would get out of bed (when this old body would let me) or I would poke hubby and he would get up and she would do her thing and right back in the crate she would go! During the day she had accidents but that's expected with a pup... no big deal. She surely wasn't the first pup to pee on my floors and I have wiped it up so many times, that I think I really have done it in my sleep before! LOL
When she was around 5 months old and her baby teeth began falling out I think she decided that she didn't want to be a dog anymore but that she wanted to be a SHARK! I kid you not! This dog ate everything and anything! If you dropped it, it was scarfed up by this sweet lil pup so fast that your head would spin!! I had my hands in her mouth every few minutes trying to figure out what she wasn't supposed to have~~ AGAIN! If she didn't find something on the floor on her own, she would find other things to chew. Hanging clothes over the back of a chair was a big No-no! She would rip the arms right off the shirt or chew a zipper right off your winter jacket! Hats were fair game too. If you set it where she could reach it~ that was your own fault~ I warned you not to set anything down where she could reach it! Mind you she had and still has 50 plus toys to chew and play with but I guess household things tasted so much better!
Then, I'm not sure if my husband lost his fucking mind or what happened to that man but he decided that he knew all about puppies. Not especially pit bulls but HIS puppy! His girl Gypsy!! It didn't matter that I'M HOME with this dog all day...HE knew what was best for HIS pup! He started to lay down the rules and tell me that his pup was going to sleep in our bed now...not her crate. That very night she peed on his pillow and crapped right on the exact spot where his feet hit the ground when he gets out of bed!! I laughed until I cried!! None of us got much sleep that night but I didn't sleep because I kept busting out laughing all night! LOL
I begged him to keep up with her crate training but he said no, she has to learn. I just rolled my eyes and held my breath. After that first night and in the next months after that, she has eaten 14 of hubby's baseball caps, 5 winter stocking caps, 4 zippers on winter jackets. 3 pair of winter boots, two pair of tennis shoes, one pair of leather work boots, countless sleeves off shirts and sweatshirts, countless socks and underwear of his and the dummy still hasn't learned to pick his shit up! Go figure! lol I figured if the dog had to learn to not chew everything up...then he had to learn how to pick up after himself too! Hubby still doesn't appreciate this from me and I really could care less! lol
She has only chewed one pair of my gloves...they sat just a second too long at her level while I went to the bathroom and she destroyed them in 2.5 minutes...
As if learning the lesson wasn't enough for hubby he decided to let her roam the house 'free' when we left for a few hours! I told him he was crazy but he said she needed to learn! I held my breath and shut the door. After all...he knew HIS pup! We came home to no couch. I mean there were springs and the backs of the seats were there, so I suppose I could give her some credit for leaving us SOMETHING but yea, the dam couch was gone! It looked like it snowed inside the house! All the other dogs were hiding in our bedroom...they knew better than to get near mom when shit hits the fan! I let hubby have it that day! I ripped that man up one side and down the other and made him check HIS dogs shit for the next few days to make sure everything came out of her! I was red hot mad, let me tell you! She could have died shredding all that foam, strings and wood!! I got my way and we kennel her whenever we leave now. One lesson learned, dumb ass!
We've lost part of the foot rest of one of the recliners and a computer chair has been her latest obsession but otherwise she's been pretty good about leaving the furniture alone. Now her thing is corners....corners of anything! The coffee table, my sheets, comforters and bed spreads.... nothing else just the corners! Have you ever heard of anything more absurd than that? Every blanket that has ever been on my bed now, have NO corners to them! LOL She will chew on a box but only the corners!
Maybe the dog is as stupid as the hubby eh? Neither one of them know how to learn a dam thing I try to teach them! LOL
And all of this for the love of a pit bull? Yep it's official, I'm crazy! LOL
Sunday, April 17, 2011
For the love of a Pit Bull
I have always wanted a pit bull. For years and years I have wanted one but my husband has always said no. I've wanted a tannish one with a brown muzzle. Short and stocky with that big ole head and mouth that splits its face from ear to ear when it breaks out in a smile! Then.... I saw the blue pits. Gorgeous gray blue colors with white markings on them and I was hooked. I was in LOVE for real! I asked my husband and it was NO way, NO how, will we ever own a pit bull, do NOT ever ask me such a stupid thing ever again! He was scared. He was sucked into the frenzy of how the media portrayed pit bulls as evil baby eating machines and he would never, ever, let me own one! So after 10 years of asking every now and then, I just gave up. I do dog rescue and he wouldn't so much as let me rescue one and bring it into my home. He doesn't know of the dozens and dozens I have helped with transports and finding them new forever homes. And I would never tell him for fear he wouldn't let me be involved in dog rescue anymore. Yes, he really despised pit bulls that bad! He wanted nothing to do with them. Not on his property and surely not near his family! So I thought for sure I was screwed and would never get to own a pit bull in my lifetime....
Fast forward to this past Fall/Winter 2010~~I was told of a little blue pit girl just up the road from me that needed a home. I was sad because I knew I couldn't have her but I would help her find a home. I went to meet her and instantly I knew I had to have this dog! She was perfect for me! Maybe if you don't hang out with lots of dogs like I do, you wouldn't understand but there are dogs that you meet that you just KNOW are meant for you...like they were just waiting for you to find them. Well she jumped on my lap and smothered me with kisses and even cried when I stood up so I could breathe because I couldn't catch a breath with her bouncing all over me! lol Then she just sat at my feet and looked and me and we locked eyes and that was IT, we fell in love that second and I knew I had to have her, but how? How would I convince my pit bill phobic husband that she really wasn't going to eat the grand kids and kill our other dogs and cats? This man was scared of pits and nothing I ever said or did to convince him otherwise, would change his stubborn mind.
I decided to sleep on it and a week later I figured out an almost fool proof trick! It just HAD to work! During this week I went over to my friends house a few times and visited this pup, named Tipsy, and we would play and act all silly and I would hear her cry at the door as I walked away. Broke my pea pickin' heart too!
So, we made the "plan".... I would walk with my husband to my friends house to visit because I haven't seen her in like 5 years or more and just found out she lived just up the road from us and I needed to walk a bit and blah blah.... I told my friend not to tell him what breed of dogs she had (3 pits) and if hubby asked, to say something like a lab/boxer mix or something and he would probably fall for it because he really didn't know what a pit bull was anyhow!! And she was to make sure he hears her say that Tipsy is looking for a new home!
So we get there and we're bombarded by the door by an 8 mo old brindle pit and 2 smaller blue pit pups and two kids, ages 3 and 6. Of course the dogs are all over the place wiggling their butts and grabbing toys for us to play with them and licking us 'til they forced us down on the couch so they could suffocate us and hopefully kill us so we could never leave ever again!! LOL
My friend wanted a cigarette so I went outside with her and left hubby with the kids and dogs (terrible I know but all part of the plan). We came back in but just stayed in the kitchen talking and we could see into the living room where the kids, hubby and dogs were and Tipsy was right on my hubby's lap admiring him like he was some sort of God! The look in her eyes was something else. If I only had a camera on me that day, that shot would have been priceless! The plan had been working! She was hooked on him just as bad as she was on me! It didn't take long and hubby was talking to her and petting just her and shooing the other dogs away and then he yells out "Hey, what's this one's name?" I tell him it's Tipsy. He gives me a funny look and says, "That's not a name for a dog!" and he laughed! We left shortly after that and I let it sink it about this dog.
He came home from work a few days later and asked if I wanted to go for a ride.... thinking we were running to the store, I threw on my shoes and jacket and off we went~~~ straight to Tipsy's house!! I panicked! I didn't warn my friend that we were coming over or anything! This was NOT part of the plan!! Oh shit, what the hell was he thinking?? Why were we going THERE! We get up to the door and he explains that he just wants to play with Tipsy, if that would be ok....so we're out back and he say "Hun, I think I really like this dog. She loves me, ya know, like you have that bond with Simon and like you did with Brenna. This is different with her, I can't explain it but it is". Here I am looking at this man crouched down with this pit sitting as close to him as she can possibly get to him and every now and again looking up at him and licking his face with a tiny lil kiss... Priceless, I tell ya! PRICELESS! So he asks me if he could have her and I'm thinking he will hate her guts if he really knew her breed but of course I said yes but I couldn't run around like my head was cut off and jump for joy even though I wanted to! LMAO The plan worked woot woot!! I had my blue pitty baby and hubby thought of it all on his own! hahaha! How perfect could that be? I so love it when a plan comes together!
BUT Here's the clincher....we had her for a OVER a week....more like close to two weeks and he is loving the heck out of 'his' dog. She sleeps in bed with him, goes in the car everywhere with him, eats supper with him, names her Gypsy Rayne, and even sleeps on the recliner with him....
One day he looks across the supper table at me and says: "So, hunny, what breed do you think she is?" I just about choked on my fork! I didn't know wtf to say! Do I tell him the truth and risk him giving her up? Or do I lie and risk his finding out the truth and THEN giving her back? Either way me and the dog are screwed!! I panicked, got up and went into the bathroom.... I was gone like 5 whole minutes and he calls out to ask if I'm alright and I yelled back that indeed I was alright but he may not be..... He opens the bathroom door and looks at me sitting on the sink and asked me why the hell I was sitting there... lol
So we go back to the supper table and I sit down with him and tell him that Gypsy is a pit bull, a true blue, pure bred, American Pit Bull Terrier and the mans face went white....pure frickin' WHITE!!!
He gets up, goes to the living room, with Gypsy hot on his heels of course. He sits in the recliner and Gypsy hops on his lap like usual and lays across him.
I stayed in the kitchen. I didn't wanna hear it. I didn't want to explain this again and again...
I didn't hear anything for the longest time...the table was cleared, dished were done and the floor swept. I dared to venture out to the living room and this is what I found: Click the picture to make it bigger...
Yes he still loves her and yes they still do everything together, although I take care of her the most seeing as though I'm home all day. And I did trick him into getting my pit bull but wouldn't you have? Just look at that face!!
How could you resist this mug??
And still every few weeks he thanks me for showing him the truth about pit bulls. Thank goodness Gypsy is a mellow one and not a hyper one. The destructive side of her is for another story, another time! LOL
Fast forward to this past Fall/Winter 2010~~I was told of a little blue pit girl just up the road from me that needed a home. I was sad because I knew I couldn't have her but I would help her find a home. I went to meet her and instantly I knew I had to have this dog! She was perfect for me! Maybe if you don't hang out with lots of dogs like I do, you wouldn't understand but there are dogs that you meet that you just KNOW are meant for you...like they were just waiting for you to find them. Well she jumped on my lap and smothered me with kisses and even cried when I stood up so I could breathe because I couldn't catch a breath with her bouncing all over me! lol Then she just sat at my feet and looked and me and we locked eyes and that was IT, we fell in love that second and I knew I had to have her, but how? How would I convince my pit bill phobic husband that she really wasn't going to eat the grand kids and kill our other dogs and cats? This man was scared of pits and nothing I ever said or did to convince him otherwise, would change his stubborn mind.
I decided to sleep on it and a week later I figured out an almost fool proof trick! It just HAD to work! During this week I went over to my friends house a few times and visited this pup, named Tipsy, and we would play and act all silly and I would hear her cry at the door as I walked away. Broke my pea pickin' heart too!
So, we made the "plan".... I would walk with my husband to my friends house to visit because I haven't seen her in like 5 years or more and just found out she lived just up the road from us and I needed to walk a bit and blah blah.... I told my friend not to tell him what breed of dogs she had (3 pits) and if hubby asked, to say something like a lab/boxer mix or something and he would probably fall for it because he really didn't know what a pit bull was anyhow!! And she was to make sure he hears her say that Tipsy is looking for a new home!
So we get there and we're bombarded by the door by an 8 mo old brindle pit and 2 smaller blue pit pups and two kids, ages 3 and 6. Of course the dogs are all over the place wiggling their butts and grabbing toys for us to play with them and licking us 'til they forced us down on the couch so they could suffocate us and hopefully kill us so we could never leave ever again!! LOL
My friend wanted a cigarette so I went outside with her and left hubby with the kids and dogs (terrible I know but all part of the plan). We came back in but just stayed in the kitchen talking and we could see into the living room where the kids, hubby and dogs were and Tipsy was right on my hubby's lap admiring him like he was some sort of God! The look in her eyes was something else. If I only had a camera on me that day, that shot would have been priceless! The plan had been working! She was hooked on him just as bad as she was on me! It didn't take long and hubby was talking to her and petting just her and shooing the other dogs away and then he yells out "Hey, what's this one's name?" I tell him it's Tipsy. He gives me a funny look and says, "That's not a name for a dog!" and he laughed! We left shortly after that and I let it sink it about this dog.
He came home from work a few days later and asked if I wanted to go for a ride.... thinking we were running to the store, I threw on my shoes and jacket and off we went~~~ straight to Tipsy's house!! I panicked! I didn't warn my friend that we were coming over or anything! This was NOT part of the plan!! Oh shit, what the hell was he thinking?? Why were we going THERE! We get up to the door and he explains that he just wants to play with Tipsy, if that would be ok....so we're out back and he say "Hun, I think I really like this dog. She loves me, ya know, like you have that bond with Simon and like you did with Brenna. This is different with her, I can't explain it but it is". Here I am looking at this man crouched down with this pit sitting as close to him as she can possibly get to him and every now and again looking up at him and licking his face with a tiny lil kiss... Priceless, I tell ya! PRICELESS! So he asks me if he could have her and I'm thinking he will hate her guts if he really knew her breed but of course I said yes but I couldn't run around like my head was cut off and jump for joy even though I wanted to! LMAO The plan worked woot woot!! I had my blue pitty baby and hubby thought of it all on his own! hahaha! How perfect could that be? I so love it when a plan comes together!
BUT Here's the clincher....we had her for a OVER a week....more like close to two weeks and he is loving the heck out of 'his' dog. She sleeps in bed with him, goes in the car everywhere with him, eats supper with him, names her Gypsy Rayne, and even sleeps on the recliner with him....
One day he looks across the supper table at me and says: "So, hunny, what breed do you think she is?" I just about choked on my fork! I didn't know wtf to say! Do I tell him the truth and risk him giving her up? Or do I lie and risk his finding out the truth and THEN giving her back? Either way me and the dog are screwed!! I panicked, got up and went into the bathroom.... I was gone like 5 whole minutes and he calls out to ask if I'm alright and I yelled back that indeed I was alright but he may not be..... He opens the bathroom door and looks at me sitting on the sink and asked me why the hell I was sitting there... lol
So we go back to the supper table and I sit down with him and tell him that Gypsy is a pit bull, a true blue, pure bred, American Pit Bull Terrier and the mans face went white....pure frickin' WHITE!!!
He gets up, goes to the living room, with Gypsy hot on his heels of course. He sits in the recliner and Gypsy hops on his lap like usual and lays across him.
I stayed in the kitchen. I didn't wanna hear it. I didn't want to explain this again and again...
I didn't hear anything for the longest time...the table was cleared, dished were done and the floor swept. I dared to venture out to the living room and this is what I found: Click the picture to make it bigger...
Yes he still loves her and yes they still do everything together, although I take care of her the most seeing as though I'm home all day. And I did trick him into getting my pit bull but wouldn't you have? Just look at that face!!
How could you resist this mug??
And still every few weeks he thanks me for showing him the truth about pit bulls. Thank goodness Gypsy is a mellow one and not a hyper one. The destructive side of her is for another story, another time! LOL
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Updates again...
Yes, I've been gone awhile...I won't try to go back to catch everyone up on all the things. Just suffice it to say that life goes on from here. I'll touch back on some things but to go all the way back, would take me weeks to type and my hands would hate me if I did that! lol
Health wise I have been better lately. I have new meds that are working on the nerve endings so my feet and legs are not hurting like they were and I can walk without so much pain. My hands and right arm on the other hand are giving me hell but I just make the boys do most of the housework and they're ok with that if I still sweep the floors and I like that deal! lol They say "men don't sweep! Whatever! lol
I finally got the dentist to agree to take out my last 7 teeth on the bottom and give me dentures. I hate those money grubbing bastards! The longer they can keep those teeth in your mouth, the longer they make money trying to fix them, ya know! I told him I would find another dentist to do it if he wasn't gonna take care of me. Oh, his tune changed right away, let me tell you! I mean really, keep 7 teeth? What the fuck for?? Give me something to chew with dammit!! So appointments are being made for that to happen. :) I'm thinking he may as well just yank out the tops too....why not right? I'm 50 yrs old, I'm sure it's gonna happen anyhow. We'll see...
We officially have the bikes out for the year. Harmony is thrilled! The winter was a good time for her to grow apparently, her seat AND handlebars had to be raised! Canon hasn't been able to test out his seat thingy on the back of mom's bike yet...just a tad too cold for him and too dangerous to put a blanket around him and the darn kid outgrew his snow suit! But he'll be out riding soon! :) Sixty degrees would be nice....
Gypsy is all healed up and fine. Running like a dang lunatic on steroids! lol
Poor Windy is sure slowing down though. I feel so bad when I have to make her move for any reason at all now. I can feel her old bone pain and try to make her as comfy as I can. She's starting to get more vocal in her old age... maybe because she doesn't want to get up to go all the way to the door or window to bark anymore. :(
Simon is starting to run into things now. His Pannus (eye disease)is taking it's toll and he's just about blind is his left eye now. The right eye seems alright yet but it's starting to get that cloudy look and it's just a matter of time before he goes blind in that eye too. We'll continue the meds and do what we have to do but this disease is so unfair...he's only 6 yrs old! At least his Epilepsy is under excellent control right now. :)
Ok, off to take a nap...more later ~~
Health wise I have been better lately. I have new meds that are working on the nerve endings so my feet and legs are not hurting like they were and I can walk without so much pain. My hands and right arm on the other hand are giving me hell but I just make the boys do most of the housework and they're ok with that if I still sweep the floors and I like that deal! lol They say "men don't sweep! Whatever! lol
I finally got the dentist to agree to take out my last 7 teeth on the bottom and give me dentures. I hate those money grubbing bastards! The longer they can keep those teeth in your mouth, the longer they make money trying to fix them, ya know! I told him I would find another dentist to do it if he wasn't gonna take care of me. Oh, his tune changed right away, let me tell you! I mean really, keep 7 teeth? What the fuck for?? Give me something to chew with dammit!! So appointments are being made for that to happen. :) I'm thinking he may as well just yank out the tops too....why not right? I'm 50 yrs old, I'm sure it's gonna happen anyhow. We'll see...
We officially have the bikes out for the year. Harmony is thrilled! The winter was a good time for her to grow apparently, her seat AND handlebars had to be raised! Canon hasn't been able to test out his seat thingy on the back of mom's bike yet...just a tad too cold for him and too dangerous to put a blanket around him and the darn kid outgrew his snow suit! But he'll be out riding soon! :) Sixty degrees would be nice....
Gypsy is all healed up and fine. Running like a dang lunatic on steroids! lol
Poor Windy is sure slowing down though. I feel so bad when I have to make her move for any reason at all now. I can feel her old bone pain and try to make her as comfy as I can. She's starting to get more vocal in her old age... maybe because she doesn't want to get up to go all the way to the door or window to bark anymore. :(
Simon is starting to run into things now. His Pannus (eye disease)is taking it's toll and he's just about blind is his left eye now. The right eye seems alright yet but it's starting to get that cloudy look and it's just a matter of time before he goes blind in that eye too. We'll continue the meds and do what we have to do but this disease is so unfair...he's only 6 yrs old! At least his Epilepsy is under excellent control right now. :)
Ok, off to take a nap...more later ~~
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
I'm out here, don't give up on me!
So many things in my life are happening right now that if I wrote it all down I would be here day and night! So, I'll give you the highlight in fast forward and you can ask me questions or whatever...
Yes, Ben made it to FL safe and sound! He is renamed Banshee and is sure loving his new family and doggie playmates. :) I love that I made the right decision to let Maria and Joe adopt him, even though we (and him) went through hell to get him down there from up here in WI. He is happy and so am I! :)
The other 3 dogs and a cat are re-homed too. It's a lot easier to get around here without tripping on them but dang it still rips my heart out but I have to think of me now.....
I had to use the manual wheelchair, that Phil borrowed me, for the first time a few weeks ago. I could barely take 3 steps, much less make it out to the van, so hubby carried me up the steps and into the van and off we went. I was not happy, let me tell ya. I was a pretty pissed off mama. It was bad enough that I hurt so bad I could have curled up and cried...the meds were NOT kicking in and taking care of the pain... and I had to use that fucking chair to get somewhere! ANYWHERE! Nothing like feeling helpless and trapped eh? Anyhow, I slept when I could...wheeled to and from the computer on my computer chair, and hung out on facebook for awhile and typed when my hands would let me, then wheeled back to bed. Docs finally found some meds that wanted to co-operate with me so they took the edge off the pain enough for me to get out of bed more often and act like I was actually LIVING!
Of course little Harmony would draw me pictures and bring them to me and she would bring me cookies and milk in bed. I don't suggest ever doing this with a 6 yr old!. LOL And of course she had to read me her never ending pile of books until her mom would call her back upstairs for bed. She would rub lotion on my arms, hands and legs and feet and tell me to get better too. Such a good little nurse! But After the cookies and milk and the drops of lotions, my bed would be a slimy mess and hubby would have to strip the bed every day! One day, Harmony noticed the bedding kept changing and she put her little hand on my shoulder, brings her face really close to mine and says, "Framma, did you have another accident last night?"
Let me tell you, I almost peed the bed laughing right then and there!
Yes, Ben made it to FL safe and sound! He is renamed Banshee and is sure loving his new family and doggie playmates. :) I love that I made the right decision to let Maria and Joe adopt him, even though we (and him) went through hell to get him down there from up here in WI. He is happy and so am I! :)
The other 3 dogs and a cat are re-homed too. It's a lot easier to get around here without tripping on them but dang it still rips my heart out but I have to think of me now.....
I had to use the manual wheelchair, that Phil borrowed me, for the first time a few weeks ago. I could barely take 3 steps, much less make it out to the van, so hubby carried me up the steps and into the van and off we went. I was not happy, let me tell ya. I was a pretty pissed off mama. It was bad enough that I hurt so bad I could have curled up and cried...the meds were NOT kicking in and taking care of the pain... and I had to use that fucking chair to get somewhere! ANYWHERE! Nothing like feeling helpless and trapped eh? Anyhow, I slept when I could...wheeled to and from the computer on my computer chair, and hung out on facebook for awhile and typed when my hands would let me, then wheeled back to bed. Docs finally found some meds that wanted to co-operate with me so they took the edge off the pain enough for me to get out of bed more often and act like I was actually LIVING!
Of course little Harmony would draw me pictures and bring them to me and she would bring me cookies and milk in bed. I don't suggest ever doing this with a 6 yr old!. LOL And of course she had to read me her never ending pile of books until her mom would call her back upstairs for bed. She would rub lotion on my arms, hands and legs and feet and tell me to get better too. Such a good little nurse! But After the cookies and milk and the drops of lotions, my bed would be a slimy mess and hubby would have to strip the bed every day! One day, Harmony noticed the bedding kept changing and she put her little hand on my shoulder, brings her face really close to mine and says, "Framma, did you have another accident last night?"
Let me tell you, I almost peed the bed laughing right then and there!
Friday, February 25, 2011
Saved a life last night
I still can't write about it though, I'm still a bit shocked.... I'll write out this page at a later time.
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