That's how someone I know referred to her husband recently. It was instant recognition. I live with a giant squid whose ego is bigger than Detroit so the moniker really fit. I've been calling him that now for a couple of weeks. Sometimes I say Mr. Superior Neanderthal or Admiral Superior. Makes him sound like he's as big as one of the five great lakes... Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Erie, Superior. If his ego gets any bigger, I may have to say it rivals the size of Minneapolis/St. Paul.
SWAT!
Laughing softly, but laughing.
We're almost in countdown mode for the giant squid's retirement. A temporary duty assignment has come up which will take us overseas for a couple of months. When we get back - around Thanksgiving - we'll think about staying where we are or moving back east. I vote for staying here but a lot depends on what Cowboy wants to do with all his spare time. There's been offers from here and there but for now, I'm hoping he'll take it easy, think it over and maybe, spend some much needed time with moi. I have promised lots of peachy things (along with my body) if he doesn't rush into a new venture.
"Your body is mine, regardless," Mr. Superior Mortal intoned.
Trying very hard not to roll my eyes but it's really killing me.
SWAT!
The man has radar.
My Rott, Panda is still coughing. She has good days and not-so-good days. The coughing is doing nothing for her lungs and every time she coughs, her mate, Tank gets distressed. Our big male cat has taken her under his wing so to speak. He washes her face, ears and stays close by. The newest feline, Pipsqueak, sleeps on her back. This seems to comfort her and biggest surprise is that Tank doesn't push them away. Tank is the Rott who never met a cat he liked if he couldn't eat it.
We went to Patrick's camp on visitor's day. He pitched a NO HIT inning. Just about bust my buttons, I was sooooooo proud! He stands on the pitcher's mound with his leg braces strapped to the sides of a walker. This allows his upper body to move without restraint and there's no chance he'll lose his balance and fall. The legs of the walker are buried deep in the ground - such a neat arrangement the camp made for him. We took pictures and video and emailed them to his mom. She's working a summer job and couldn't attend. Also sent them to David and Bull overseas and got instant replies of how proud they were, too. Patrick was pretty much floating all day and suggested ice cream was in order. Cowboy treated the whole team. I got some, too.
In the "Oh Boy!" department, the kid asked Cowboy if I've been behaving since he left for camp. Cowboy laughed. He laughed! Patrick took that to mean I was naughty and asked if I had done anything he could share with the other campers. I immediately stole the giant squid's ice cream and stuffed my mouth - got brain freeze 'cause I ate it so fast.
Cowboy was still laughing so I pinched his butt.
He retaliated with a swat.
Patrick laughed.
So glad I'm the boy's entertainment. Tsk.
Got dragged to the base to see the doc. Was going to have an echo cardiogram and some other test I can't remember. But LO and BEHOLD! Doc had an emergency and we had to reschedule. Oh Joy! Some other medical type person said he could administer the tests. I told him - touch my body and die. I see the regular cardiologist next week.
On the recipe front, I have a whole bunch of new ones to post. I tried a bunch of new peachy things that Mr. Superior Mortal salivated over so he's feeling generous. I'm making a list. Christmas is just 18 weeks away and Santa might need a little help. It's a long list.
~Sar~
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Monday, August 04, 2008
Happiness
Cowboy here. My wife is having an extra sweet day - it's been a while since the last post so I'm posting a bit of an update. One of our Internet friends asked folks to describe the joy they're having today. That seemed like a good topic for discussion.
Joy started early at our house. Woke up to find a beautiful woman asleep next to me. Woke that beautiful woman with serious hugs and kisses. Sar's smiles make my day. Those hugs and kisses are like manna to a starving man. There were pancakes for breakfast, smothered in Sar's special peach brandy syrup. Wasn't expecting that but enjoyed it. (The imp tied a bib around my collar so I didn't get any on my uniform.) Gave her a swat for that.
Was away all morning but home for lunch. The house smelled like fresh baked bread. A favorite soup of mine was on the stove - Rhode Island clam chowder. The oven was on - peach upside down cake. Dropped my briefcase, went into the yard to cut some flowers, spotted Sar up a tree. She was taking aerial photos of the garden, very colorful this time of year.
I caught her around the waist as she climbed down. A hug and a swat followed. With her hip/leg pain she doesn't need to be climbing trees. I was labeled a dominant bully. I agreed.
Our Rott Panda is coughing again. Hard on the animal, hard on Sar. It hurts like hell to see the dog have any discomfort. Sar gives meds, hugs, a lot of comforting whispers, makes the dog's favorite foods. It's taking a toll. I told mia bambina we may have to consider letting the dog go peacefully. The vet says as long as the animal has a decent quality of life, is interested in eating, playing, etc., we should leave well enough alone. Tank has been her mate since they were adopted. He hasn't left her side. This coughing is hard on him as well.
Our God son, Patrick, is at camp. It's a mainstream camp - able bodied youngsters plus youngsters with special needs. Patrick attended last year, enjoyed it to the point that we sent him again. He called yesterday to tell us he's practicing to pitch in a baseball game. This is the young man - 11 this summer - that bats fairly well while someone else runs the bases for him. Don't know how he's going to pitch in leg braces, how he's going to keep his balance but I told him we're rooting for him. They're having visitor's day this weekend. We'll try to get there in time to watch him pitch.
Sar has another checkup. Cardiologist wants to verify that all is working right. The imp isn't any more enthusiastic about the medical appointment than she is about eating vegetables. According to my sources, the doc isn't enthusiastic either. I promised dire retribution if she's uncooperative. I won't repeat what she said but my arm gave an immediate response. I was labeled a Neanderthal. Reminded her that was old news. Now I'm waiting for a new title - Sar said she'd ask you for suggestions.
Cowboy
Joy started early at our house. Woke up to find a beautiful woman asleep next to me. Woke that beautiful woman with serious hugs and kisses. Sar's smiles make my day. Those hugs and kisses are like manna to a starving man. There were pancakes for breakfast, smothered in Sar's special peach brandy syrup. Wasn't expecting that but enjoyed it. (The imp tied a bib around my collar so I didn't get any on my uniform.) Gave her a swat for that.
Was away all morning but home for lunch. The house smelled like fresh baked bread. A favorite soup of mine was on the stove - Rhode Island clam chowder. The oven was on - peach upside down cake. Dropped my briefcase, went into the yard to cut some flowers, spotted Sar up a tree. She was taking aerial photos of the garden, very colorful this time of year.
I caught her around the waist as she climbed down. A hug and a swat followed. With her hip/leg pain she doesn't need to be climbing trees. I was labeled a dominant bully. I agreed.
Our Rott Panda is coughing again. Hard on the animal, hard on Sar. It hurts like hell to see the dog have any discomfort. Sar gives meds, hugs, a lot of comforting whispers, makes the dog's favorite foods. It's taking a toll. I told mia bambina we may have to consider letting the dog go peacefully. The vet says as long as the animal has a decent quality of life, is interested in eating, playing, etc., we should leave well enough alone. Tank has been her mate since they were adopted. He hasn't left her side. This coughing is hard on him as well.
Our God son, Patrick, is at camp. It's a mainstream camp - able bodied youngsters plus youngsters with special needs. Patrick attended last year, enjoyed it to the point that we sent him again. He called yesterday to tell us he's practicing to pitch in a baseball game. This is the young man - 11 this summer - that bats fairly well while someone else runs the bases for him. Don't know how he's going to pitch in leg braces, how he's going to keep his balance but I told him we're rooting for him. They're having visitor's day this weekend. We'll try to get there in time to watch him pitch.
Sar has another checkup. Cardiologist wants to verify that all is working right. The imp isn't any more enthusiastic about the medical appointment than she is about eating vegetables. According to my sources, the doc isn't enthusiastic either. I promised dire retribution if she's uncooperative. I won't repeat what she said but my arm gave an immediate response. I was labeled a Neanderthal. Reminded her that was old news. Now I'm waiting for a new title - Sar said she'd ask you for suggestions.
Cowboy
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