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~