The giant squid left me alone! For a whole week! Seven days and nights all by myself. It was just plain awful! When he was at sea for months on end, I missed him like crazy but did my own thing without the worry of getting caught. Sure, there were a few sailors and marines always dropping by to make sure I hadn't been arrested for anything... and if they hovered too much, I always sent them home with my special brownies...
But just seven days to do whatever I wanted to do and still clean up the evidence before you-know-who got home? No telling if he'd finish his business early - catch an early flight home - I was almost a wreck!
So... just to give myself a little insurance I cooked and baked like Martha Stewart was coming to visit and made all his favorites. This way, if he says.... "Sar......" which generally means something has made him suspicious of behavior he attributes to me... Oh yeah, sure, why not! Just blame everything on me! Tsk. So misunderstood. You'd think after being married for a gazillion years he'd know better than to lay blame at my door. Guilty or not, he should know better.
Double tsk.
While he was away I made an extraordinary attempt to eat a veggie and fruit breakfast EVERY day! I'm so good I can't stand myself.
The pups and I had CARROT cake and STRAWBERRY milkshakes every morning. I'm telling ya... filled us right up and we didn't have to eat again until mid morning! We ran/walked briskly/ran every day after breakfast, collected a few interesting pieces of driftwood and seaweed which I am using to decorate David's deck. I put air plants in the driftwood but the turtle decided they were a tasty treat and she ate them. I didn't want her to be nutrition deprived so I threw in some green uglies from the fridge. Now I can honestly tell the giant squid that I didn't toss them in the garbage.
"Make sure those veggies are consumed before I get home, imp."
"You betcha!"
SWAT!
Tsk.
A neighbor came over to cry on my shoulder yesterday. Nice lady, attractive, mid-40's, s-p-o-i-l-e-d. She complained all afternoon that her husband doesn't pay enough attention to her. According to her, he spends most of his time at the office or playing golf and begrudges her constant spending...
"Does he abuse you?"
"No," she said.
"Does he put you down in front of others? Embarrass you?"
"No."
"Does he spend his paycheck on other women? Items you can't afford? Drink it at the local bar? Take unexplainable trips?"
"No, no, no, and no."
"Do you give him plenty of attention when he's home?"
"No! Whatever for?"
Beats me...
I have a hard time listening to folks who put their lovers/husbands/boyfriends down. I'm not saying that there aren't bumps in the road in any relationship; I'm just saying I have a hard time listening to someone who wants me to think less of the most important person in their lives.
"You chose this man, right?" I asked the woman who had been married since the wheel was invented.
"Yes, I did," she agreed. "Whatever was I thinking?"
Indeed...
Before Cowboy left he reminded me that he didn't want any surprises when he got home.
"What kind of surprises?"
"No more pets, imp. That damn turtle is bad enough."
"The turtle is staying here with David when we go home," I assured him. I was thinking more along the lines of a giraffe or an alpaca," I told him. "You know how I love those creatures."
"You will NOT adopt a giraffe or an alpaca," he growled.
"Okay, how about a Maine Coon cat? I saw one at the local shelter and they have these unbelievably beautiful tails and..."
"You bring that cat home and let me tell you how unbelievably beautiful your tail's gonna look when I turn it a brilliant shade of red, bambina."
SWAT!
Tsk.
I waited a day... then I returned the call from the local animal rescue organization. They had a Neapolitan mastiff they needed to foster. Sweet boy grew too big and somebody dropped him off at the animal shelter. Cowboy said no giraffes, no alpacas and no Maine Coon cats. He didn't say anything about a Neo...
Did I mention how good I've been? I'll try to keep the 150-lb. Neo under wraps until the giant squid has eaten his favorite braciole and consumed several big helpings of peach cobbler.
And... just in case... it couldn't hurt if you lit a candle for me.
~Sar~
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Mata Hari, Jerks R Us and Turtles
Before I give my version of the sordid affair... let me just say that I truly am a lady. It just about killed me but I didn't murder or maim someone who really truly deserved maiming and then DEATH!
"You're overreacting, bambina." Guess who said that.
Cast of Characters:
The Giant Squid - Innocent Sar - Interloper, female, Mati Hari reincarnated.
Scene: We're still at David's house. He's still away. I'm sitting on the deck with the pups, brushing Archie the ancient bloodhound who is making kinky noises through his nose because he knows there's a Twinkie in my pocket with his name on it. I look up when all three Rotts get to their feet and give the "someone's coming and I don't know who" stare. BullyBoy snores through it because he's still feeling sorry for himself that he's on the wagon.
"Hi!" Miss Perky yells as she approaches the deck from the ocean side... (which means she walked alll around the house. Hmmm. A peeping Thomasina?)
"I'm Lt. SassyPants." (I gave her that name. Her mama probably named her Athena or some other gawd awful Mt. Olympus moniker.) "You must be the little woman."
Excuse me while I gag.
"Is the Admiral home?" she asks, batting her eyelashes which is a move that is completely lost on me as well as the Rotts who realize she has NO food in her pockets.
"No," I say in all honesty because Cowboy and I are not at home. We're at David's house.
"Oh," Miss Little Disappointment pouts. "And I came all this way to see him."
"I'll tell him you were here."
"Hello, what are you doing here, Lieutenant?" the Neanderthal asks as he comes to the door and steps all over my lines.
"Oh Admiral!" Mati Hari gushes as she bats her eyelashes so rapidly it makes me think this is a commercial for eye drops.
"I was in the area and thought I'd just drop in and say hi," Miss No-Sense-of-Geography-or-Protocol improvises. "You... um... look so different in mufti." (mufti = civilian dress) Gushing smiles and more eyelash batting follows.
She was just in the area? She knows where David lives? Hmmm... very interesting. I could have sworn he was attracted to bimbos and floozies, not lieutenants in the Navy. Will keep this scuttlebutt to myself in case I need it for ammunition at a later date.
Lt. SassyPants cannot take her eyes off the giant squid who just finished a 90-minute workout and is attired in a sleeveless cut-off T-shirt and running shorts...
I'm thinking I should offer our unexpected guest some libation and a snack. How does fresh squeezed grass root sound? Maybe a side of Brussels Sprouts and fiddleheads to fill her up?
"You were in the area, Lieutenant?" Cowboy's voice of command - which means this visit has him irritated - makes the pups get closer to me in case I need protection, but his words are directed at the idiot who has invaded his personal life without justification. So I just smiled.
The woman stammers a response and because I'm such a supportive spouse, I assured her that her visit was just fine. "You're the third or fourth lady to visit us this week," I tell her. "My husband's female subordinates just can't get enough of him."
"Sar..." This is said sotto voce but I heard it. Oh well, living dangerously isn't exactly news around here.
Unfortunately, she left before I could inflict any real damage. I thought about sic-ing Tank on her but the big pup had already eaten his main meal.
***
On a story site I frequent, someone posted a story about a gal who snowboards dangerously. The "hero" doesn't know her but on their first date he spanks her, then applies his belt numerous times. Obviously he passed a graduate course in I'm A Disgusting Jerk and is an honorary member of Creatures that Need a Tune-up on Courtship Behavior.
There should be warnings posted on stories like that. I need Twinkies to fortify me before I'm subjected to sheer stupidity. It was well written but gimme a break. As soon as I read the romantic story - NOT - I yelled FUNGOOCH! Cut off his balls!
As usual my timing was impeccable. Just as soon as I mentioned castration, Cowboy walked into the room. Not the most perfect statement I ever made in his presence...
"Lunch?" I asked, figuring lack of food was a good explanation for my outburst. Don't want to give him ideas about paddles, belts etc. He doesn't really need any incentive...
We had a HUGE lunch which really wore me out so when everything was put away, I had a snack to recuperate. I was so energized... how energized were you? VERY. I attacked the giant squid and it was a lovely afternoon.
***
Tank, my inquisitive Rott, likes to scout the beach just ahead of the rest of us while we're jogging. Cowboy had paperwork to attend to so all 5 dogs and I went for a run. I look up and realize Tank is running in the sand dunes instead of on the beach and I call him to me. He looks up, stays where he is and barks a "Look what I found!"
We meander over and see a fairly large turtle at his feet. Large, of course, is a relative term but in this case, we're not talking turtle tank size. This behemoth - on the bathroom scale - weighed in at 11 lbs.
Oh my, I thought. What a great present for David...
Tank pushes and drags turtle home. I help it up the steps to the deck. It is hiding in its shell house of course but that doesn't deter me or Tank.
I immediately named it Ashley. Cowboy sees it and immediately renames it "Get Rid Of It!"
I wanted to call it Ashley Yertle Myrtle Turtle the Third but was informed by a 9-year old friend that Myrtle is very ordinary and Yertle is "soooo yesterday..." so it's just Ashley.
Cowboy, the spoilsport emails David that there's a giant turtle living on his deck. David emails back "GOOD GOD!"
I informed Ashley that GOOD GOD was a much nicer name than GET RID OF IT!
So far, the ancient creature has eaten allll the green uglies in the fridge as well as two Twinkies. The cats are taking turns sleeping on top of her shell house and BullyBoy, who is the official greeter, licked her face to welcome her to our nuthouse. Ashley retreated into her shell and hasn't been seen since. Probably his beer breath...
Cowboy had to fly east for a few days. The downside is that I miss him like crazy but the upside is that the pups and I get to eat real food while he's away and stay up all night to play on the computer.
"I expect you to eat right and get plenty of rest while I'm gone, bambina."
"Uh huh."
"I mean it, Sar. And no 10-mile runs while I'm away."
"Uh huh."
SWAT!
Tsk.
The pups and I waved bye-bye and went for a run... Then we had a mac & cheese orgy... Then we took a nap. Okay - I got the nap part right.
~Sar~
"You're overreacting, bambina." Guess who said that.
Cast of Characters:
The Giant Squid - Innocent Sar - Interloper, female, Mati Hari reincarnated.
Scene: We're still at David's house. He's still away. I'm sitting on the deck with the pups, brushing Archie the ancient bloodhound who is making kinky noises through his nose because he knows there's a Twinkie in my pocket with his name on it. I look up when all three Rotts get to their feet and give the "someone's coming and I don't know who" stare. BullyBoy snores through it because he's still feeling sorry for himself that he's on the wagon.
"Hi!" Miss Perky yells as she approaches the deck from the ocean side... (which means she walked alll around the house. Hmmm. A peeping Thomasina?)
"I'm Lt. SassyPants." (I gave her that name. Her mama probably named her Athena or some other gawd awful Mt. Olympus moniker.) "You must be the little woman."
Excuse me while I gag.
"Is the Admiral home?" she asks, batting her eyelashes which is a move that is completely lost on me as well as the Rotts who realize she has NO food in her pockets.
"No," I say in all honesty because Cowboy and I are not at home. We're at David's house.
"Oh," Miss Little Disappointment pouts. "And I came all this way to see him."
"I'll tell him you were here."
"Hello, what are you doing here, Lieutenant?" the Neanderthal asks as he comes to the door and steps all over my lines.
"Oh Admiral!" Mati Hari gushes as she bats her eyelashes so rapidly it makes me think this is a commercial for eye drops.
"I was in the area and thought I'd just drop in and say hi," Miss No-Sense-of-Geography-or-Protocol improvises. "You... um... look so different in mufti." (mufti = civilian dress) Gushing smiles and more eyelash batting follows.
She was just in the area? She knows where David lives? Hmmm... very interesting. I could have sworn he was attracted to bimbos and floozies, not lieutenants in the Navy. Will keep this scuttlebutt to myself in case I need it for ammunition at a later date.
Lt. SassyPants cannot take her eyes off the giant squid who just finished a 90-minute workout and is attired in a sleeveless cut-off T-shirt and running shorts...
I'm thinking I should offer our unexpected guest some libation and a snack. How does fresh squeezed grass root sound? Maybe a side of Brussels Sprouts and fiddleheads to fill her up?
"You were in the area, Lieutenant?" Cowboy's voice of command - which means this visit has him irritated - makes the pups get closer to me in case I need protection, but his words are directed at the idiot who has invaded his personal life without justification. So I just smiled.
The woman stammers a response and because I'm such a supportive spouse, I assured her that her visit was just fine. "You're the third or fourth lady to visit us this week," I tell her. "My husband's female subordinates just can't get enough of him."
"Sar..." This is said sotto voce but I heard it. Oh well, living dangerously isn't exactly news around here.
Unfortunately, she left before I could inflict any real damage. I thought about sic-ing Tank on her but the big pup had already eaten his main meal.
***
On a story site I frequent, someone posted a story about a gal who snowboards dangerously. The "hero" doesn't know her but on their first date he spanks her, then applies his belt numerous times. Obviously he passed a graduate course in I'm A Disgusting Jerk and is an honorary member of Creatures that Need a Tune-up on Courtship Behavior.
There should be warnings posted on stories like that. I need Twinkies to fortify me before I'm subjected to sheer stupidity. It was well written but gimme a break. As soon as I read the romantic story - NOT - I yelled FUNGOOCH! Cut off his balls!
As usual my timing was impeccable. Just as soon as I mentioned castration, Cowboy walked into the room. Not the most perfect statement I ever made in his presence...
"Lunch?" I asked, figuring lack of food was a good explanation for my outburst. Don't want to give him ideas about paddles, belts etc. He doesn't really need any incentive...
We had a HUGE lunch which really wore me out so when everything was put away, I had a snack to recuperate. I was so energized... how energized were you? VERY. I attacked the giant squid and it was a lovely afternoon.
***
Tank, my inquisitive Rott, likes to scout the beach just ahead of the rest of us while we're jogging. Cowboy had paperwork to attend to so all 5 dogs and I went for a run. I look up and realize Tank is running in the sand dunes instead of on the beach and I call him to me. He looks up, stays where he is and barks a "Look what I found!"
We meander over and see a fairly large turtle at his feet. Large, of course, is a relative term but in this case, we're not talking turtle tank size. This behemoth - on the bathroom scale - weighed in at 11 lbs.
Oh my, I thought. What a great present for David...
Tank pushes and drags turtle home. I help it up the steps to the deck. It is hiding in its shell house of course but that doesn't deter me or Tank.
I immediately named it Ashley. Cowboy sees it and immediately renames it "Get Rid Of It!"
I wanted to call it Ashley Yertle Myrtle Turtle the Third but was informed by a 9-year old friend that Myrtle is very ordinary and Yertle is "soooo yesterday..." so it's just Ashley.
Cowboy, the spoilsport emails David that there's a giant turtle living on his deck. David emails back "GOOD GOD!"
I informed Ashley that GOOD GOD was a much nicer name than GET RID OF IT!
So far, the ancient creature has eaten allll the green uglies in the fridge as well as two Twinkies. The cats are taking turns sleeping on top of her shell house and BullyBoy, who is the official greeter, licked her face to welcome her to our nuthouse. Ashley retreated into her shell and hasn't been seen since. Probably his beer breath...
Cowboy had to fly east for a few days. The downside is that I miss him like crazy but the upside is that the pups and I get to eat real food while he's away and stay up all night to play on the computer.
"I expect you to eat right and get plenty of rest while I'm gone, bambina."
"Uh huh."
"I mean it, Sar. And no 10-mile runs while I'm away."
"Uh huh."
SWAT!
Tsk.
The pups and I waved bye-bye and went for a run... Then we had a mac & cheese orgy... Then we took a nap. Okay - I got the nap part right.
~Sar~
Sunday, March 11, 2007
DST & Chocolate Bunny Ears
The pits! I am not at all fond of daylight savings time. I don't have to be anywhere at 0-dark-thirty but it sets all the schedules off. No one in the house - except the dogs - are ready to eat early. The cats hide under the bed because when food is put out earlier than usual they get suspicious that we're leaving them. On the other end, in the Fall, when we change back, the animals are grumbling and hissing that dinner is LATE! I wish they'd fix the time one way or the other and just leave it.
We may have to move to Arizona where they don't observe this nonsense.
I'm fit as a fiddle! I'm even jogging with the giant squid. He runs 10 miles every day and I've always done 5 miles with him. Right now, he's pacing me... rolling m'eyes... as if I were training for a marathon. TSK! He wants me to stop at 3 miles.
Uh huh. Sure.
So... he had to go to the base unexpectedly the other day and said not to overdo it. Right!
The pups and I took off like demons were chasing us... another polite term for marines. And we ran to the 5 mile post. Then it occurred to me that we were 5 miles from home... I walked briskly back... then got a second wind and took off like a surface-to-air missile. The pups were panting but I was exhilarated from the run.
Jumped in a hot shower and then we had a food orgy. I grilled a huge stack of Monte Cristo sandwiches - brie and cheddar on homemade tomato/cheese bread with a thick slice of ham in the middle and smoked bacon on top. Two for me, 2 for each of the pups, 1/2 each for the cats. Strawberry praline milkshakes for me and the pups and cream for the cats. 'Twas absolutely fabulous!
The giant squid came home in the middle of our orgy and I quickly made 3 more sandwiches for him. The uncouth squid drank beer.
SWAT!
Tsk.
The sandwiches were so good he didn't even ask how far I ran... Later that night I told him how good I was feeling.
"Good news, bambina but if you run that distance again, I'll make sure sitting becomes uncomfortable for you until Christmas."
OKAY! Which one of YOU squealed?
Someone was telling me how amazing my pups are. Naturally I'm proud of their skills but all dogs respond to consistent training. The animals love to please the people they love and love the attention they get; it's the owners that really need to learn what to do and to be diligent. And a little attention to any living creature goes a long way.
Okay, jumping off my soapbox.
The squid was thinking of throwing a St. Paddy's Day party but I put the kibosh on that idea. He wanted me to serve GREEN things! Errr... green icing on cake - that's okay. Green icing on cookies - that's okay. Green M&Ms and green jelly beans - all okay. Green beer - sure, what do I care? I don't drink beer but...
A GREEN buffet before the get-together? Green veggies? The only real edibles would be olives and pickles and maybe, avocados.
"You could stuff some good cheese spread onto celery stalks."
Celery? Egads! Celery is only good for ONE thing - decorating a Bloody Mary.
SWAT!
Tsk.
"How about raw vegetables with a great dip. I like that cream cheese spinach dip you make."
SHOOT ME NOW!
SWAT!
Tsk.
"And that green chowder you make with clams. That'd be good, too."
Waste my scrumptious chowder on a bunch of louts drunk on green beer? I don't think so.
SWAT!
Tsk.
"Let's have a Spring-like Easter party instead," I suggested. "Chocolate bunnies and an egg hunt and birthday cake icing in individual servings so everyone can lick the stuff out of their own bowl. And jelly beans everywhere!"
"Only if you swear not to eat the ears off all the bunnies."
"I don't swear."
SWAT!
Tsk.
But I'm good at eating chocolate bunny ears. It's what I do.
"I'll get the baskets next time I go shopping. Easter baskets for everyone. That'll be fun! How many do you think we should invite?"
"No more than 20."
FORTY chocolate bunny ears! YESSSS!
"I can't wait."
SWAT!
"What's that for?"
"For whatever you're thinking."
Tsk.
~Sar~
We may have to move to Arizona where they don't observe this nonsense.
I'm fit as a fiddle! I'm even jogging with the giant squid. He runs 10 miles every day and I've always done 5 miles with him. Right now, he's pacing me... rolling m'eyes... as if I were training for a marathon. TSK! He wants me to stop at 3 miles.
Uh huh. Sure.
So... he had to go to the base unexpectedly the other day and said not to overdo it. Right!
The pups and I took off like demons were chasing us... another polite term for marines. And we ran to the 5 mile post. Then it occurred to me that we were 5 miles from home... I walked briskly back... then got a second wind and took off like a surface-to-air missile. The pups were panting but I was exhilarated from the run.
Jumped in a hot shower and then we had a food orgy. I grilled a huge stack of Monte Cristo sandwiches - brie and cheddar on homemade tomato/cheese bread with a thick slice of ham in the middle and smoked bacon on top. Two for me, 2 for each of the pups, 1/2 each for the cats. Strawberry praline milkshakes for me and the pups and cream for the cats. 'Twas absolutely fabulous!
The giant squid came home in the middle of our orgy and I quickly made 3 more sandwiches for him. The uncouth squid drank beer.
SWAT!
Tsk.
The sandwiches were so good he didn't even ask how far I ran... Later that night I told him how good I was feeling.
"Good news, bambina but if you run that distance again, I'll make sure sitting becomes uncomfortable for you until Christmas."
OKAY! Which one of YOU squealed?
Someone was telling me how amazing my pups are. Naturally I'm proud of their skills but all dogs respond to consistent training. The animals love to please the people they love and love the attention they get; it's the owners that really need to learn what to do and to be diligent. And a little attention to any living creature goes a long way.
Okay, jumping off my soapbox.
The squid was thinking of throwing a St. Paddy's Day party but I put the kibosh on that idea. He wanted me to serve GREEN things! Errr... green icing on cake - that's okay. Green icing on cookies - that's okay. Green M&Ms and green jelly beans - all okay. Green beer - sure, what do I care? I don't drink beer but...
A GREEN buffet before the get-together? Green veggies? The only real edibles would be olives and pickles and maybe, avocados.
"You could stuff some good cheese spread onto celery stalks."
Celery? Egads! Celery is only good for ONE thing - decorating a Bloody Mary.
SWAT!
Tsk.
"How about raw vegetables with a great dip. I like that cream cheese spinach dip you make."
SHOOT ME NOW!
SWAT!
Tsk.
"And that green chowder you make with clams. That'd be good, too."
Waste my scrumptious chowder on a bunch of louts drunk on green beer? I don't think so.
SWAT!
Tsk.
"Let's have a Spring-like Easter party instead," I suggested. "Chocolate bunnies and an egg hunt and birthday cake icing in individual servings so everyone can lick the stuff out of their own bowl. And jelly beans everywhere!"
"Only if you swear not to eat the ears off all the bunnies."
"I don't swear."
SWAT!
Tsk.
But I'm good at eating chocolate bunny ears. It's what I do.
"I'll get the baskets next time I go shopping. Easter baskets for everyone. That'll be fun! How many do you think we should invite?"
"No more than 20."
FORTY chocolate bunny ears! YESSSS!
"I can't wait."
SWAT!
"What's that for?"
"For whatever you're thinking."
Tsk.
~Sar~
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Gotta be ME!
Just gotta be ME! I'm not sure where that song came from, might have been "The Unsinkable Molly Brown." On second thought, I think Sammy Davis Jr. sang it.
Thanks for all the prayers, positive thoughts, emails and electronic cards. They really boosted my spirits! (Didn't do anything for the medics but did wonders for me.) *SMILES*
Regardless of Cowboy's tattle tales... my stay at the base hospital was completely uneventful. I only did what comes natural and I'm positive no one expected this stay to be different from any in the past. I did hear from one of the nurses that the chief medical officer at Bethesda Naval Hospital emailed a note of appreciation that they didn't send me East for the surgery. I'm sure she made that up.
We're staying at a friend's home - David, the jarhead - in the San Juans. He's overseas at the moment and might not be back before the end of March. He knows we're here and emails regularly to see if we're taking care of his fresh water aquarium and whether or not I've found his stash of chocolate. I found it the very first day we were here. Of course I ate it.
Ohhhhh GOOD NEWS! The doc said no roughage for a while. Cowboy interprets that to mean a couple of weeks. I interpret it to mean a couple of years.
There was a news blurb on TV about the biggest squid ever caught... Honestly people. I caught the biggest squid when I was young and foolish and attracted to a guy willing to buy me cheesecake and steak. Little did I know that when he spanks, it's as if allllll those tentacles were smacking at the same time.
"Would you have thrown me back in the ocean if you knew then what you know now, bambina?"
"Hmmm... let me think."
SWAT!
I told Cowboy I want to go to Thailand in April. That's when they celebrate their New Year and to do that... they wander the streets with water pails, water guns and bowls and drench each other. MY KIND OF HOLIDAY! My water guns are filled with red paint but I'm sure it's the thought that counts. And Thai food is glorious! Cowboy wasn't as enthusiastic about the idea. He mumbled things about international amnesty, elephants in the street and Bali dancers. (I think he's a little antsy during my recovery and hitting the Merlot too often.)
SWAT!
Tsk.
An update on the foster pups: We brought all of them out to the island with us. Just before I went into the hospital, each military vet who adopted one of the dogs came out and we had a couple of really good training sessions. All the dogs went to great homes and all will come back to visit when we return home. All the vets have families with children, which is wonderful for the pups. They'll get plenty of attention in addition to being service dogs. I got them past their obedience trials and each earned a "companion dog" license. A few days ago I heard that a specialist that trains service dogs is already working with them. I couldn't be more pleased.
I love the beach. Winter here is so different from summer. Today we had a brief hailstorm and some thick snowflakes came down unexpectedly. Watching that along with the incoming tide really drew me to the window. I opened it just a crack and could feel the dampness in the wind. It was chilly but I knew if I bundled up I could sit out on the deck for a few minutes and enjoy it.
"The hell you are!"
Tsk.
"An officer and a gentleman does not use rude language no matter the provocation," I reminded him.
SWAT!
Tsk.
"I don't think an officer and a gentleman swats the woman he loves either just because she's craving a little fresh air."
SWAT!
"You don't love me!"
Cowboy often looks toward the ceiling when I accuse him of not loving me. I look too in case the words he's looking for are printed there... Nope - no words there but after a few seconds, he makes ugly sounds and he clenches his fists. Then I get grabbed, hugged, swatted, and sometimes I grab his yummy stuff and he jumps... grabs me again, hugs, swats, and if I rub just the right way... the band warms up and plays on!
I'm almost back to fighting form. David has a birthday in May. Am thinking I should surprise him for his birthday... I have a few ideas as to how to do that but I'm open to suggestions...
~Sar~
Thanks for all the prayers, positive thoughts, emails and electronic cards. They really boosted my spirits! (Didn't do anything for the medics but did wonders for me.) *SMILES*
Regardless of Cowboy's tattle tales... my stay at the base hospital was completely uneventful. I only did what comes natural and I'm positive no one expected this stay to be different from any in the past. I did hear from one of the nurses that the chief medical officer at Bethesda Naval Hospital emailed a note of appreciation that they didn't send me East for the surgery. I'm sure she made that up.
We're staying at a friend's home - David, the jarhead - in the San Juans. He's overseas at the moment and might not be back before the end of March. He knows we're here and emails regularly to see if we're taking care of his fresh water aquarium and whether or not I've found his stash of chocolate. I found it the very first day we were here. Of course I ate it.
Ohhhhh GOOD NEWS! The doc said no roughage for a while. Cowboy interprets that to mean a couple of weeks. I interpret it to mean a couple of years.
There was a news blurb on TV about the biggest squid ever caught... Honestly people. I caught the biggest squid when I was young and foolish and attracted to a guy willing to buy me cheesecake and steak. Little did I know that when he spanks, it's as if allllll those tentacles were smacking at the same time.
"Would you have thrown me back in the ocean if you knew then what you know now, bambina?"
"Hmmm... let me think."
SWAT!
I told Cowboy I want to go to Thailand in April. That's when they celebrate their New Year and to do that... they wander the streets with water pails, water guns and bowls and drench each other. MY KIND OF HOLIDAY! My water guns are filled with red paint but I'm sure it's the thought that counts. And Thai food is glorious! Cowboy wasn't as enthusiastic about the idea. He mumbled things about international amnesty, elephants in the street and Bali dancers. (I think he's a little antsy during my recovery and hitting the Merlot too often.)
SWAT!
Tsk.
An update on the foster pups: We brought all of them out to the island with us. Just before I went into the hospital, each military vet who adopted one of the dogs came out and we had a couple of really good training sessions. All the dogs went to great homes and all will come back to visit when we return home. All the vets have families with children, which is wonderful for the pups. They'll get plenty of attention in addition to being service dogs. I got them past their obedience trials and each earned a "companion dog" license. A few days ago I heard that a specialist that trains service dogs is already working with them. I couldn't be more pleased.
I love the beach. Winter here is so different from summer. Today we had a brief hailstorm and some thick snowflakes came down unexpectedly. Watching that along with the incoming tide really drew me to the window. I opened it just a crack and could feel the dampness in the wind. It was chilly but I knew if I bundled up I could sit out on the deck for a few minutes and enjoy it.
"The hell you are!"
Tsk.
"An officer and a gentleman does not use rude language no matter the provocation," I reminded him.
SWAT!
Tsk.
"I don't think an officer and a gentleman swats the woman he loves either just because she's craving a little fresh air."
SWAT!
"You don't love me!"
Cowboy often looks toward the ceiling when I accuse him of not loving me. I look too in case the words he's looking for are printed there... Nope - no words there but after a few seconds, he makes ugly sounds and he clenches his fists. Then I get grabbed, hugged, swatted, and sometimes I grab his yummy stuff and he jumps... grabs me again, hugs, swats, and if I rub just the right way... the band warms up and plays on!
I'm almost back to fighting form. David has a birthday in May. Am thinking I should surprise him for his birthday... I have a few ideas as to how to do that but I'm open to suggestions...
~Sar~
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