...First... it's SNOWING! I love snow. I love rain, too, but snow has so many possibilities. You can walk in rain, splash through puddles, and if you have to stay indoors because a giant Neanderthal barricaded all the doors just to spoil your fun... You can put on flannel pj's and socks and open a window on the side of the house farthest away from the spoilsport and snuggle under the covers while the wind blows the drapes this way and that. Good sleeping weather.
Then, there's snow. You can slush through snow, cross-country ski across Ms-Hair-Up-Her-Ass' lawn, sled down the hill at the top of the road, wave when the giant Neanderthal runs out of the house and yells at you as you go sliding by, and BEST OF ALL, you can make anatomically correct snow people. I like making entire villages.
How else do you use up those crooked carrots and celery stalks and did you know that chocolate chip cookies make great nipples on breasts? Learn something every day - sigh.
The weather person said we'd get 3 inches of snow last night. We got 18 inches. This morning, he said the extra 15 were a favor to the kids cause they closed schools. Cowboy had to leave his car at the airport and he took a helo home. Landing a helo in the backyard is always a treat - the outside Rotts go nutso, the neighbors all rush over to watch and the rotors blow all the snow this way and that. Stand in front of the helo when it lands and you'll be covered in a mini-avalanche and no one will find you till spring thaw unless the Rotts pee on you and there's a good chance they'll do that if you stand still long enough.
Personally, I think the only reason the giant squid came home early was to make sure I wasn't out in the front yard making those anatomically correct snow people. I wanted to... but I'm just now beginning to feel well again and I didn't want to tempt pneumonia. Maybe tomorrow.
SWAT! The hell you will!
Tsk.
Yesterday, Glory made bourbon balls and rum balls. She and Vi and I ate ALL of them and boy oh boy! We were looped! I'm not much of a drinker - a sip of wine now and then and once in a great while, kahlua on the rocks with a twist of lime. So several dozen bourbon and rum balls later... we were giggling like crazy, telling wild stories from our youth - theirs, not mine - and enjoying our alcoholic high. Vi decided we should learn how to belly dance... Glory decided we should learn how to shimmy correctly... I gathered up strings and strings of beads for us to wear and chose some belly dancing/shimmy music and we were dancing and prancing all over the living room floor - half naked cause we had to show off our bellies and we shimmied so well... some of our clothes fell off although the beads stayed on - and Cowboy and David and Max came home...
David was vastly amused and leaned against the wall to watch. Cowboy, a veteran of my many "moonlight dances" made a strong pot of coffee - not sure if that was for him or for us. Max did a critique and made suggestions, all of which were slightly lewd and made his ladies giggle. Cowboy said the breath on the three of us could knock out an entire SEAL team. Tsk - I thought that was a rude thing to say. Glory poured him a glass of peach brandy and that pretty much shut him up.
SWAT!
Tsk.
We're expecting more snow tonight and there's a good chance we'll be snowed in. Vi and Glory and Max are supposed to fly out on Wednesday - down to New Orleans to spend time with friends before heading back to Chicago - but if we can't make it to the airport, they've promised to make my snow people village. I'm sketching the scenes - Glory will make a can-can dancer. She has a bustier to fill with snow to make the correct cleavage. Vi will make "ordinary" snow people - tsk. And Max has agreed to make a few unsavory characters. That man has a wonderfully perverted sense of humor.
I went to bed early last night - wiped out from the chocolate alcoholic treats. This morning I asked Cowboy if the ladies did anything naughty after I went to bed. He rolled his eyes and said the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Tsk Do you suppose he meant me?
Double Tsk.
~Sar~
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Top 'O the Morning!
Hello! Remember me? I looked over the previous posts and saw that it's been almost three months since I posted! Wow! I also saw that Cowboy has been keeping you informed of this & that and since there's no sense editing what he's written, I'll simply add that you should consider the "source" and not take everything he had to say as the gospel truth.
For instance: My hospital stay was extraordinarily uneventful. I shall endeavor to make up for this oversight in the coming year and in creative ways.
When asked - each morning - how I was feeling, I mumbled "fine," or "good enough to chow down on a bear," or some other inane response. I did not say what I was thinking... How do I feel? How the hell do you think I feel? I've got ugly tubes and needles sticking in various parts of my body. I'm a human pin cushion!
When food was finally an option... "Ooo look what's for lunch." I muttered something like, "Ummm not too hungry." Egads! I've seen road kill more appetizing looking than that swill. I ordered pizza as soon as Cowboy left the room. That's what those telephones by your bed are for.
When the docs - yes, more than one - would say "okie dokie, let's just check how you're doing and proceed to come close enough to kill... er... bite, the giant squid would say "Don't hurt him, bambina."
All I was going to do was break one little finger... or nose... or sock him... Genghis Khan never lets me have any fun. Truly, the man was toilet trained far too early in life.
Write this down: I'm a candidate for sainthood.
Life at home has had its moments. Glory is gloriously happy in my kitchen, cooking & baking. She feeds Bull who has proposed to her and that makes her giddy. I told her he proposes to all women who cook and bake. Glory says she can live with that.
Vi continues to rearrange my house to her liking. It'll be months before I find everything. She's also been working on my recipe link and has added dozens of recipes to it. Max is happy just to have us all together. He and Bull spend a lot of time at the grocery store.
Cowboy works from home as often as he can; we have spent a lot of "quality alone time." It's been satisfying but I see signs of frustration... he's not spanking at the moment, not even the occasional swat and I know he's going a little nutso about that. Of course, I'm doing my best to make him even more nutso. That's my job and I take it seriously...
David gave me a small bell to ring when I needed something. After numerous trips up and down the stairs, the squid threw the bell in the garbage. One of the cats found it and pawed it here and there over and over again. Almost lost that cat to giant squid committing cat-acide. I pictured the front page of The Navy Times - Innocent 20-lb. Feline Murdered by Giant Squid. Naturally, Cowboy didn't see any humor in this although I laughed till my sides hurt.
I'm feeling good, not as much energy as I usually have but getting stronger every day. I'm resting a lot and hope to be back in almost-full swing by the first of next month. Next month is FEBRUARY - a very special month in our house. Cowboy said if I'm good, he'll deliver hearts and flowers. Forget the hearts and flowers. GIVE ME CHOCOLATE and lots of it! As for the "good" part - tsk. I'm a saint!
I'm writing again. Just a few sentences when inspiration hits but hopefully, a new story is on the horizon. And... Thank you for all the sweet emails and of course, your healing thoughts and prayers. I don't have enough words to express my appreciation for your thoughtfulness.
~Sar~
For instance: My hospital stay was extraordinarily uneventful. I shall endeavor to make up for this oversight in the coming year and in creative ways.
When asked - each morning - how I was feeling, I mumbled "fine," or "good enough to chow down on a bear," or some other inane response. I did not say what I was thinking... How do I feel? How the hell do you think I feel? I've got ugly tubes and needles sticking in various parts of my body. I'm a human pin cushion!
When food was finally an option... "Ooo look what's for lunch." I muttered something like, "Ummm not too hungry." Egads! I've seen road kill more appetizing looking than that swill. I ordered pizza as soon as Cowboy left the room. That's what those telephones by your bed are for.
When the docs - yes, more than one - would say "okie dokie, let's just check how you're doing and proceed to come close enough to kill... er... bite, the giant squid would say "Don't hurt him, bambina."
All I was going to do was break one little finger... or nose... or sock him... Genghis Khan never lets me have any fun. Truly, the man was toilet trained far too early in life.
Write this down: I'm a candidate for sainthood.
Life at home has had its moments. Glory is gloriously happy in my kitchen, cooking & baking. She feeds Bull who has proposed to her and that makes her giddy. I told her he proposes to all women who cook and bake. Glory says she can live with that.
Vi continues to rearrange my house to her liking. It'll be months before I find everything. She's also been working on my recipe link and has added dozens of recipes to it. Max is happy just to have us all together. He and Bull spend a lot of time at the grocery store.
Cowboy works from home as often as he can; we have spent a lot of "quality alone time." It's been satisfying but I see signs of frustration... he's not spanking at the moment, not even the occasional swat and I know he's going a little nutso about that. Of course, I'm doing my best to make him even more nutso. That's my job and I take it seriously...
David gave me a small bell to ring when I needed something. After numerous trips up and down the stairs, the squid threw the bell in the garbage. One of the cats found it and pawed it here and there over and over again. Almost lost that cat to giant squid committing cat-acide. I pictured the front page of The Navy Times - Innocent 20-lb. Feline Murdered by Giant Squid. Naturally, Cowboy didn't see any humor in this although I laughed till my sides hurt.
I'm feeling good, not as much energy as I usually have but getting stronger every day. I'm resting a lot and hope to be back in almost-full swing by the first of next month. Next month is FEBRUARY - a very special month in our house. Cowboy said if I'm good, he'll deliver hearts and flowers. Forget the hearts and flowers. GIVE ME CHOCOLATE and lots of it! As for the "good" part - tsk. I'm a saint!
I'm writing again. Just a few sentences when inspiration hits but hopefully, a new story is on the horizon. And... Thank you for all the sweet emails and of course, your healing thoughts and prayers. I don't have enough words to express my appreciation for your thoughtfulness.
~Sar~
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Not quite ready for prime time
Cowboy here. My gut tells me you're tired of my ramblings and anxious to hear from the imp again. Slowly but steadily Sar's health is improving - very slowly. She has moments of energy, then deflates like a balloon rather quickly. It's going to be a while yet. On the good news front, she can stand on her own, walk a bit. Sitting works for a while then she has to change positions. Her ribs remain sore. Scanning x-rays revealed that most ribs have hairline fractures which will heal but make moving about a bit on the painful side. Surgical incision is healing so fast the doc suggested that only vampires heal that fast. Sar was mighty pleased to hear that bit of news.
On the vampire front: Don't ask.
Took the imp in for more blood tests the other day. Prior to our visit, my angel-brat poured tomato juice into several small jars, labeled them O+, O-, AB-. She presented them to the lab techs that are referred to as vampires when she's feeling favorably disposed toward them; blood suckers when she's not. There are always 2 of those guys in attendance when Sar is the patient - backup so to speak. Sar lays the jars out on the counter. The techs don't hesitate to grab them and drink them down. One comments he prefers a bit of vodka in his; the other mentions the lack of a celery stick. Sar can't hide her laughter. Just hearing her laugh made my day. For the first time in our married life, I don't have to hold her down while they draw blood. I treated her to a banana split even though it was only mid morning. The bananas get dumped onto my plate, then the imp helps herself to my ice cream between bites of her own. That's my gal.
Getting a bit of email from some of you. Appreciate the words of support and kind thoughts. Neither of us can answer all of you in a timely manner. Responding to some of your queries, Sar is writing again. It's a slow process but apparently there are dozens of characters clamoring for attention in her head. She attributes this to a side effect of the meds. Regardless, a brief summary of some of these tales read very well. I'm as anxious as any of you to read them. One, in particular, is a lengthy story, on the diabolical side even for mia bambina. I actually feel sorry for the guy and went so far as to ask whether the poor sap was modeled after anyone we know. I didn't get an answer.
Glory, Max and Vi are still with us. They plan to head south in another week or so. Glory found a basset hound pup wandering around a parking lot; brought the cute fella home. I informed her if the newspaper ad didn't bring the owner to our door, the pup goes south too. Sar didn't object; a note has already been penned to Santa asking for Christmas puppies. Her pups are getting on in years. I suspect she wants to start training new ones before they retire. We'll see.
I give you my word my wife will be posting here in the immediate future. Thanks for your patience.
Cowboy
On the vampire front: Don't ask.
Took the imp in for more blood tests the other day. Prior to our visit, my angel-brat poured tomato juice into several small jars, labeled them O+, O-, AB-. She presented them to the lab techs that are referred to as vampires when she's feeling favorably disposed toward them; blood suckers when she's not. There are always 2 of those guys in attendance when Sar is the patient - backup so to speak. Sar lays the jars out on the counter. The techs don't hesitate to grab them and drink them down. One comments he prefers a bit of vodka in his; the other mentions the lack of a celery stick. Sar can't hide her laughter. Just hearing her laugh made my day. For the first time in our married life, I don't have to hold her down while they draw blood. I treated her to a banana split even though it was only mid morning. The bananas get dumped onto my plate, then the imp helps herself to my ice cream between bites of her own. That's my gal.
Getting a bit of email from some of you. Appreciate the words of support and kind thoughts. Neither of us can answer all of you in a timely manner. Responding to some of your queries, Sar is writing again. It's a slow process but apparently there are dozens of characters clamoring for attention in her head. She attributes this to a side effect of the meds. Regardless, a brief summary of some of these tales read very well. I'm as anxious as any of you to read them. One, in particular, is a lengthy story, on the diabolical side even for mia bambina. I actually feel sorry for the guy and went so far as to ask whether the poor sap was modeled after anyone we know. I didn't get an answer.
Glory, Max and Vi are still with us. They plan to head south in another week or so. Glory found a basset hound pup wandering around a parking lot; brought the cute fella home. I informed her if the newspaper ad didn't bring the owner to our door, the pup goes south too. Sar didn't object; a note has already been penned to Santa asking for Christmas puppies. Her pups are getting on in years. I suspect she wants to start training new ones before they retire. We'll see.
I give you my word my wife will be posting here in the immediate future. Thanks for your patience.
Cowboy
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