Cowboy here. It's been a stretch between blog posts so I'm updating for my sweetheart. Sar's asleep - a break in her day to take a much needed nap. A few things going on. She had a mild case of pneumonia, nothing to worry about the doc said. I worry anyway. Forced those meds down her throat, ignored the "Sar cussing" I always hear when I do that. Remembered to keep a leg around hers so I didn't get kicked while the meds did their magic. There's a slight cough still happening but for the most part, she's feeling ok.
The imp's back in the kitchen, couldn't be happier. Mia innamorata made a feast last night that rivals most restaurants - osa bucca, rigatoni coated in pesto, antipasto, plus a rich chocolate/apricot beignet for dessert. Got home a bit early, saw what was on the stove and was ready to eat there and then. The little devil made me wait till our normal dinner hour, about 2 hours later.
Our female Rott has been coughing for a few days. Sar brought the animal into the house. The dog and her mate have a heated kennel - the weather's been fairly mild but my wife wanted the beast close by. Long story short: Sar took her temp, the animal had a fever, cough was harsh and continuous. Bundled up the dog (and Sar) & went to the vet. Panda has pneumonia.
A shot, meds, a comfortable bed in front of the fire calmed things down a bit. Had to bring Tank into the house. The dog barked until he could lay down by his partner. Both spending the night in the house and Sar taking Panda's temp periodically. Cough is calmer - just like Sar's-- Mia bambina dragged a sleeping bag downstairs to be next to the dogs. I know better than to object. Can't sleep alone; I got another sleeping bag, etc.
As soon as Sar's other 2 dogs saw her lay next to the Rott, they settled by our side. 3 Rotts and a Bull Mastiff - about 500 lbs. of fur - mia bambina in the middle. (Plus the 2 cats.) Couldn't believe I let her get away with that but it was the lesser of the 2 evils. She would have been up and down the stairs all night. This way, she got a bit of rest.
She was up early this morning, cooking breakfast for the menagerie, checking Panda's temp. The animal got homemade chicken soup with noodles which the other dogs *had* to have, English muffins smothered in honey; god knows what else. I had to make my own breakfast.
Sar tells me to give Panda a pill. Yeah, right. I pry the dog's mouth open, eye all those teeth, toss in a pill and get it spit back at me. Sar walks over - holds the dog's muzzle - says "open." The animal opens its mouth, Sar pushes pill down its throat. Dog swallows. Dog licks the imp's face. Sar kisses dog. Unbelievable.
I swat her for the hell of it. The woman laughs!
There was a break in the laughter when I asked her what *she* ate for breakfast. A few swats later, I made her breakfast. I put the plate in front of the imp, said "open" and learned I was a Neanderthal.
Cowboy
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Chicken Little was Right!
The sky is falling! Or... some other disaster caused the earth to slip off its axis... briefly.
Astounding news: The giant squid has a cold! (Second one in 25 years.)
It's possible he's had others but if he did, they occurred when he was at sea and I didn't know about it.
Back to the basics: He woke up with a slight cough. It grew into a much more frequent cough... manly groans were emitted. Naturally, I was delighted... err... I mean shocked that an upper respiratory nasty had the gumption to attack a giant Neanderthal. Amazed I was!
Now... I admit I do not want to see my beloved under the weather under any circumstance but people... this was just too much karma smacking him in the puss! I said he HAD to take some of that vile cough medicine he is forever forcing down my throat when I have just the tiniest sniffle.
He refused. Folded his arms across his chest and refused.
AHA! Well, I can't force it down his throat. Cowboy's a big fella and holding him down, prying open his mouth, etc is just not an option. I called for reinforcements. David was in a meeting and Bull, the wuss, said he wasn't that brave. Tsk.
However, I'm a woman and as such, resourceful. I pulled out the big guns.
I stood in the doorway to the bedroom - a discreet distance from Cro-Magnum man - and ate warm peach cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream. Nonchalantly, I swore NEVER to make peach cobbler again unless he took his medicine like a grownup.
Oh my! He practically inhaled that vile green stuff - gagged - swallowed - and glared. Ahhhhh... so sorry I didn't catch that on video.
Then he grabbed the dish of cobbler and inhaled that. LOL!
I wanted to take his temperature but the last time I was ill, I actually got sick of being held down while he stuck a thermometer in my mouth or ear so when the squid was elsewhere I hid both thermometers. Unfortunately I can't remember when I stashed them so I had to feel his forehead and guess whether he had a fever... 105!
Cowboy snorted, muttered something in Italian and I laughed.
SWAT!
Tsk!
I told him he was much too sick for anything strenuous like his daily workout and that the medicine would let him rest comfortably. Heard another set of garbled vocalizations in Italian - one word I recognized, a naughty one, tsk. I decided a little TLC was in order - straddled his chest and rubbed my forehead against his. Massaged his neck and chest and realized the band was tuning up... Made him turn over and massaged his back until he was totally relaxed and almost asleep. Was getting off the bed when this giant arm reached out and grabbed me!
Utterly shocked I was!
"Somebody better be making a fresh peach cobbler," he said.
Always nice to know some things never change.
Am I susceptible to his cold? Of course. Who do you think gave him a cold in the first place? Just call me Typhoid Mary. Cowboy never gets sick but this time, he caught my cold. I've been coughing like crazy - much much better now - and even though the stars were all aligned, there must have been some upset in the universe for the giant squid to catch cold.
When men are under the weather you get treated to a whole other side of their personality. I'm a lady and will refrain from horrifying you with the details. Suffice to say... they descended from apes. (Probably baboons.)
SWAT!
Tsk
Obviously, the truth hurts.
SWAT!
Double Tsk
I'm making more peach cobbler. Apparently it soothes the savage beast. Cobbler + hot tea + tight hugs = a happier giant squid.
Since Cowboy is under the weather for a few days and it's February... I said we would have to extend our February-ing into March. Cowboy agreed and said that's why they call it March Madness.
Oh boy!
~Sar~
Astounding news: The giant squid has a cold! (Second one in 25 years.)
It's possible he's had others but if he did, they occurred when he was at sea and I didn't know about it.
Back to the basics: He woke up with a slight cough. It grew into a much more frequent cough... manly groans were emitted. Naturally, I was delighted... err... I mean shocked that an upper respiratory nasty had the gumption to attack a giant Neanderthal. Amazed I was!
Now... I admit I do not want to see my beloved under the weather under any circumstance but people... this was just too much karma smacking him in the puss! I said he HAD to take some of that vile cough medicine he is forever forcing down my throat when I have just the tiniest sniffle.
He refused. Folded his arms across his chest and refused.
AHA! Well, I can't force it down his throat. Cowboy's a big fella and holding him down, prying open his mouth, etc is just not an option. I called for reinforcements. David was in a meeting and Bull, the wuss, said he wasn't that brave. Tsk.
However, I'm a woman and as such, resourceful. I pulled out the big guns.
I stood in the doorway to the bedroom - a discreet distance from Cro-Magnum man - and ate warm peach cobbler topped with vanilla ice cream. Nonchalantly, I swore NEVER to make peach cobbler again unless he took his medicine like a grownup.
Oh my! He practically inhaled that vile green stuff - gagged - swallowed - and glared. Ahhhhh... so sorry I didn't catch that on video.
Then he grabbed the dish of cobbler and inhaled that. LOL!
I wanted to take his temperature but the last time I was ill, I actually got sick of being held down while he stuck a thermometer in my mouth or ear so when the squid was elsewhere I hid both thermometers. Unfortunately I can't remember when I stashed them so I had to feel his forehead and guess whether he had a fever... 105!
Cowboy snorted, muttered something in Italian and I laughed.
SWAT!
Tsk!
I told him he was much too sick for anything strenuous like his daily workout and that the medicine would let him rest comfortably. Heard another set of garbled vocalizations in Italian - one word I recognized, a naughty one, tsk. I decided a little TLC was in order - straddled his chest and rubbed my forehead against his. Massaged his neck and chest and realized the band was tuning up... Made him turn over and massaged his back until he was totally relaxed and almost asleep. Was getting off the bed when this giant arm reached out and grabbed me!
Utterly shocked I was!
"Somebody better be making a fresh peach cobbler," he said.
Always nice to know some things never change.
Am I susceptible to his cold? Of course. Who do you think gave him a cold in the first place? Just call me Typhoid Mary. Cowboy never gets sick but this time, he caught my cold. I've been coughing like crazy - much much better now - and even though the stars were all aligned, there must have been some upset in the universe for the giant squid to catch cold.
When men are under the weather you get treated to a whole other side of their personality. I'm a lady and will refrain from horrifying you with the details. Suffice to say... they descended from apes. (Probably baboons.)
SWAT!
Tsk
Obviously, the truth hurts.
SWAT!
Double Tsk
I'm making more peach cobbler. Apparently it soothes the savage beast. Cobbler + hot tea + tight hugs = a happier giant squid.
Since Cowboy is under the weather for a few days and it's February... I said we would have to extend our February-ing into March. Cowboy agreed and said that's why they call it March Madness.
Oh boy!
~Sar~
Monday, February 11, 2008
Oh Joy!
It's still February and we're still February-ing. Every day is Valentine's Day. I'm up to my neck in chocolate and let me tell you... it's delicious!
The giant squid has had to work odd hours and he worked ALL weekend. However... he has alllll this week off so we can February in style! I have delicious plans for him... err... for us and I'm positive he has a few naughty plans as well. I told him to be sure and get as much rest as possible because I want to enjoy every moment and we all know he's o-l-d!
SWAT!
Laughing softly...
A huge box was delivered yesterday, an early Valentine's present. It turned out to be several DOZEN boxes of Twinkies! The card said it was from a grateful industry... The Twinkie Farmers of America! LOL! And it was postmarked from Council Bluffs, Iowa which is really a suburb of Omaha, Nebraska. I wonder who Cowboy knows in Council Bluffs. I got such a good laugh out of that. Then I wondered... how come I haven't heard from the Cracker Jack Company or Hershey's or Nestle's, etc.
SWAT!
Tsk
I can't divulge the naughtiness I have planned for this week but a few years ago, I thought Cowboy wasn't as attentive as he should have been. I was annoyed with him so in a pout, I replaced the license plate on his car with one that read "Big Kahuna."
Naturally, a police person stopped him.
When I heard what sounded like thunder... I knew he had been pulled over. "Yelling SAR ADORA! at the top of his lungs usually makes the earth rotate off its axis for a couple of seconds. Plus some friends called to ask if a jet had really broken Mach 2 over our neighborhood or was the giant squid perturbed about something I did?
LOL! That was fun... at least until he got home... I lied and said David did it but unfortunately, he didn't fall for that. He said he didn't get a ticket - just a warning. He told the policeman his wife was mad at him and in true male bonding nonsense, the officer sympathized.
Tsk and double tsk!
Got upended on the spot! Did I ever mention the man lacks couth!
The squid usually takes care of his own car, oil change, etc but he was really busy and asked me to take it in for one of those maintenance things.
Light bulb flash!
I brought the mechanic a chocolate frosted chocolate cake... in exchange for a teeny tiny favor which he happily did for me.
Sooooo the squid picks up his car and drives it home. But every time he braked... the engine did one of those revving up sounds that kids do when they want to drag race with you. Icing on the cake... every time he used the horn, it didn't "horn;" it "hubba hubba-ed" instead. LOL! There he is, in uniform...
Well, let me add that being spanked by a man in uniform is very sexy - especially the after stuff.
But that was when I was young and into mischief on a full-time basis. Now I try to think of more sophisticated mischief and if that doesn't keep him young I can always go back to my youthful ways. That's my job, right? Keeping him young and interested and rested and attentive...
For Valentine's Day I got him a very nice key chain that has a mini digital camera attached. The camera holds 60 mini pictures which I loaded. There are dozens of me and a couple of his naked Neanderthal butt. I lost the directions... Darn!
I'm starting to cook again; it's wonderful to be back in the kitchen and I'm working in my studio, too. I'm taking it slow - don't want a relapse. Cowboy came in to check on me - to see if I was overdoing it.
I decided to overdo it. Stripped... cued the band... did a two-step... jumped his bones... his hand descended... Something very satisfying about making a Neanderthal smile... groan... whisper my name.
~Sar~
The giant squid has had to work odd hours and he worked ALL weekend. However... he has alllll this week off so we can February in style! I have delicious plans for him... err... for us and I'm positive he has a few naughty plans as well. I told him to be sure and get as much rest as possible because I want to enjoy every moment and we all know he's o-l-d!
SWAT!
Laughing softly...
A huge box was delivered yesterday, an early Valentine's present. It turned out to be several DOZEN boxes of Twinkies! The card said it was from a grateful industry... The Twinkie Farmers of America! LOL! And it was postmarked from Council Bluffs, Iowa which is really a suburb of Omaha, Nebraska. I wonder who Cowboy knows in Council Bluffs. I got such a good laugh out of that. Then I wondered... how come I haven't heard from the Cracker Jack Company or Hershey's or Nestle's, etc.
SWAT!
Tsk
I can't divulge the naughtiness I have planned for this week but a few years ago, I thought Cowboy wasn't as attentive as he should have been. I was annoyed with him so in a pout, I replaced the license plate on his car with one that read "Big Kahuna."
Naturally, a police person stopped him.
When I heard what sounded like thunder... I knew he had been pulled over. "Yelling SAR ADORA! at the top of his lungs usually makes the earth rotate off its axis for a couple of seconds. Plus some friends called to ask if a jet had really broken Mach 2 over our neighborhood or was the giant squid perturbed about something I did?
LOL! That was fun... at least until he got home... I lied and said David did it but unfortunately, he didn't fall for that. He said he didn't get a ticket - just a warning. He told the policeman his wife was mad at him and in true male bonding nonsense, the officer sympathized.
Tsk and double tsk!
Got upended on the spot! Did I ever mention the man lacks couth!
The squid usually takes care of his own car, oil change, etc but he was really busy and asked me to take it in for one of those maintenance things.
Light bulb flash!
I brought the mechanic a chocolate frosted chocolate cake... in exchange for a teeny tiny favor which he happily did for me.
Sooooo the squid picks up his car and drives it home. But every time he braked... the engine did one of those revving up sounds that kids do when they want to drag race with you. Icing on the cake... every time he used the horn, it didn't "horn;" it "hubba hubba-ed" instead. LOL! There he is, in uniform...
Well, let me add that being spanked by a man in uniform is very sexy - especially the after stuff.
But that was when I was young and into mischief on a full-time basis. Now I try to think of more sophisticated mischief and if that doesn't keep him young I can always go back to my youthful ways. That's my job, right? Keeping him young and interested and rested and attentive...
For Valentine's Day I got him a very nice key chain that has a mini digital camera attached. The camera holds 60 mini pictures which I loaded. There are dozens of me and a couple of his naked Neanderthal butt. I lost the directions... Darn!
I'm starting to cook again; it's wonderful to be back in the kitchen and I'm working in my studio, too. I'm taking it slow - don't want a relapse. Cowboy came in to check on me - to see if I was overdoing it.
I decided to overdo it. Stripped... cued the band... did a two-step... jumped his bones... his hand descended... Something very satisfying about making a Neanderthal smile... groan... whisper my name.
~Sar~
Friday, February 01, 2008
It's February!
A very special month in our house - the month of much chocolate and lovin' and special treats and surprises and sweet spankings! (Also sweet mischief.)
I like to be awake before the giant squid opens his eyes on the first day of this month. I think I was... but I'm not sure. I climbed on top of him and placed butterfly kisses on his cheeks to wake him up but as I did this, I spied a humonguous heart-shaped box of chocolate turtles on the chair by the side of the bed. Turtles! The hell with the kisses! I know my priorities and jumped out of bed to get some of those.
Just as I was tearing into the box, an arm came out of nowhere! Snaked around my waist and grabbed me! Pulled me back to a very large chest and squeezed! Just so you know... when one is being squished to smithereens, it is not easy to open a box of chocolate turtles and try to breathe at the same time.
~ sigh ~ He got those kisses and more I won't disclose... I think I heard the band tuning up in the closet... and I finally got to stuff my face with chocolate turtles interspersed with chocolate kisses. Unfortunately, he expected me to share the turtles, too!
SWAT!
Tsk.
The snow melted but Mother Nature decided to give us more and it's a winter wonderland in the yard. I mentioned that it would be nice to bundle up and take a brisk walk in the snow...
"You can go out on one condition," the chocolate turtle thief said without blinking an eye.
"I'm listening!" I replied with great enthusiasm. I adore being out in the snow.
"When I toast your tush and it's so hot you can't stand still, I'll drop your bottom into a snow bank till you cool off. Then you're coming back into the house until summer time."
Tsk! I stopped listening. ...And did I mention he's a Neanderthal?
(My friends tell me I'm giving Neanderthals a bad name.)
SWAT!
Tsk.
Cowboy decided to do his workout before breakfast - he continues to sign up for physical fitness trials and exercises every day. But it's February... so after he got down on the exercise mat and started his pushups I decided to supervise... I like to sit on his back when he does pushups. It's easier to supervise from that position. He grumbles and mutters but he does that in Italian so my ears are spared the barbaric expressions. This time however...
I stood in front of him while he did pushups. Slowly but surely, I stooped until I could sit in front of him, then... stuck my legs out until they were under his chest, then... scooted all the way under him so that my belly was about even with his face as he lowered his body in the pushup.
Of course I was wearing my birthday suit...
Aha! I DID hear the band tune up... and up... and... so we begin the month of February on ummm... a high note. (wink)
~Sar~
I like to be awake before the giant squid opens his eyes on the first day of this month. I think I was... but I'm not sure. I climbed on top of him and placed butterfly kisses on his cheeks to wake him up but as I did this, I spied a humonguous heart-shaped box of chocolate turtles on the chair by the side of the bed. Turtles! The hell with the kisses! I know my priorities and jumped out of bed to get some of those.
Just as I was tearing into the box, an arm came out of nowhere! Snaked around my waist and grabbed me! Pulled me back to a very large chest and squeezed! Just so you know... when one is being squished to smithereens, it is not easy to open a box of chocolate turtles and try to breathe at the same time.
~ sigh ~ He got those kisses and more I won't disclose... I think I heard the band tuning up in the closet... and I finally got to stuff my face with chocolate turtles interspersed with chocolate kisses. Unfortunately, he expected me to share the turtles, too!
SWAT!
Tsk.
The snow melted but Mother Nature decided to give us more and it's a winter wonderland in the yard. I mentioned that it would be nice to bundle up and take a brisk walk in the snow...
"You can go out on one condition," the chocolate turtle thief said without blinking an eye.
"I'm listening!" I replied with great enthusiasm. I adore being out in the snow.
"When I toast your tush and it's so hot you can't stand still, I'll drop your bottom into a snow bank till you cool off. Then you're coming back into the house until summer time."
Tsk! I stopped listening. ...And did I mention he's a Neanderthal?
(My friends tell me I'm giving Neanderthals a bad name.)
SWAT!
Tsk.
Cowboy decided to do his workout before breakfast - he continues to sign up for physical fitness trials and exercises every day. But it's February... so after he got down on the exercise mat and started his pushups I decided to supervise... I like to sit on his back when he does pushups. It's easier to supervise from that position. He grumbles and mutters but he does that in Italian so my ears are spared the barbaric expressions. This time however...
I stood in front of him while he did pushups. Slowly but surely, I stooped until I could sit in front of him, then... stuck my legs out until they were under his chest, then... scooted all the way under him so that my belly was about even with his face as he lowered his body in the pushup.
Of course I was wearing my birthday suit...
Aha! I DID hear the band tune up... and up... and... so we begin the month of February on ummm... a high note. (wink)
~Sar~
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