Cowboy here. Life is getting back to normal. Sar is almost back to her old self – the naughty imp I married shows herself more every day. Makes me glad. My right arm swings automatically now; don't have to restrain myself like I did when she was barely out of bed on her own steam. Staying in northern Quebec in our honeymoon house has been good for both of us.
Normal Sar signs: Mia bambina generally eats a big breakfast – pancakes or an omelet, sometimes hot cereal. For a few months it was a battle to get her to eat more than a piece of toast. This morning the imp had a bowl of cold cereal, another one, part of a third and the milkshake she drinks every morning. Sar's high metabolic rate demands an intake of something solid about every 2 hours. If she doesn't sleep through the night, there's a middle of the night snack – half a dozen twinkies, half a pie or some other junk. Fruit, a sandwich maybe but I don't complain, happy to have her eat anything at this point. Doesn't mean I won't deliver a swat anyway.
Sneaking out of the house when she thinks I'm not paying attention. That's my girl. Building snow creatures that defy family values. Giggling when she gets back in the house, pleased with her handiwork. I admit I love that giggle. My wife's dancing more, taking the stairs 2 at a time, sliding down the banister regularly. That always gets that cute bottom pinked when I catch her. Thank the good Lord, there's more cooking and baking going on.
Update: It seems I spoke too soon. Wrote the above a few days ago. Heard the Rott barking wildly a couple days ago. Rotts rarely bark; ours never bark unless they suspect danger. I ran up the stairs, met the Mastiff coming down to get me, also barking. Sar was on the floor semi-conscious, heart racing and in great pain. A lot of intestinal distress - all the accompanying symptoms. Got a floatplane pilot to fly us to an ER in Montreal. From x-rays, some other tests, the medic suspected abdominal flu – exaggerated by Sar's intestinal tract – scar tissue, etc. The first 24 hours were nerve wracking, Sar hurling, in pain, unable to sleep much, up every couple of hours to take meds of 1 kind or another. Fever finally abated, stomach calmed down, etc. It took another day to get some food in her that stayed down.
We got home – back to the log cabin – mid morning. Sar's in bed asleep, exhausted but feeling better. I accused her of getting sick in order to avoid the hot tush she's due for a variety of reasons. I got that innocent look. The dogs are in the bedroom. I look in regularly, spot 1 or the other leaning on the bed to stare at her. The cat sleeps at the top of the pillow, hisses or spits as I enter the room - an attack cat guarding my wife. I think we're in the clear here; the flu was unexpected but luckily short-lived. I'll make linguini with butter and cheese for supper. She'll eat that, demand chocolate. Sar making demands means she's feeling better.
We're staying here for a while yet. It's recuperative for both of us. The past year has been a bit of a hassle but it's behind us. Our friend David will fly in shortly. A couple other friends may also join us. There's plenty of room. Sar will be beside herself cooking, baking – once she's up and I think she's feeling well enough to entertain.
Last, February was a good month for both of us, a lot of sweet moments.
Cowboy
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
February-ing
We're half way through February and let me just say it's been STUPENDOUS!
His Holiness has been most creative: chocolates (imported), lovin', chocolates, sweet spankings, more lovin', more sweet spankings, lots more chocolate. I've gained a couple of pounds; Cowboy has lost a few… We both need to take regular naps.
Valentine's Day was a biggie. I wore my annual heart-shaped bustier, red high heels and sweet smile. Cowboy never seems to tire of that particular outfit. Naturally I made him work for it. He chased me up the stairs to the 2nd floor, got shoved aside by the pups who always enjoy a game of chase and catch and when he got too close too soon, I threw my high heels at him. I escaped his huge Popeye arm reach when he ducked my shoes, sic-ed the pups on him and made it to the bedroom where I jumped in the closet.
When he finally got to the bedroom and demanded to know where I was as if there were so many hiding places he couldn't find me… tsk
I jumped out of the closet wearing his cowboy hat and my birthday suit.
The man practically beamed.
Naughty stuff ensued. I bet that was a big surprise, huh?
We've gone through a couple of buckets of chocolate paint. Painting our birthday suits in February is another annual tradition although sometimes the giant squid surprises me with his painting skills in other months. And as old as he is, he can still do pushups with me sitting on his back. I might note that he does seem to lose his concentration and sometimes his balance when I scoot under him in the middle of a pushup. It helps that my birthday suit doesn't wear out…
We've eaten lots of pasta – carbo loading for all the physical stuff that happens. We've eaten peachy things in a variety of recipes and we've watched some naughty movies that we rented on pay TV. I think the naughty movies are so-so but they give us ideas…
We lock the critters in another room when we want to use the living room as the place to anoint with our lovin' games. Some things simply don't need an audience. Cold noses and curious (and staring) cats can deflate our activities.
I broke down and shared some chocolate/raspberry mousse, chocolate/espresso pudding and other chocolate delicacies. It's one of the few times during the year I don't hog the good stuff. Naturally I expect sweet rewards for my generosity. Cowboy is equally generous; he always surprises me with sweet momentos of the holiday.
Snow and ice persist. I've managed to create a few more snow people but the constant high winds are a little unsettling. The winds howl, the fireplace crackles, the animals pace a little. I hide under the covers or under my husband's arm. We had a brief lightning storm. I was ready to sleep in the closet but the pups crowded in with me and didn't leave any room for a giant squid. Needless to say… he pulled me out of the closet, landed a swat on my teeny tiny backside and announced we were sleeping in our bed.
Tsk! Wasn't me who took up all the space in the closet.
Two more weeks of February to enjoy. I'm loving it. Thinking up new and naughty ways to tease my husband – he's still able to chase me down even though he's now soooo old, he can't remember exactly how old he is.
SWAT!
Tsk!
~Sar~
His Holiness has been most creative: chocolates (imported), lovin', chocolates, sweet spankings, more lovin', more sweet spankings, lots more chocolate. I've gained a couple of pounds; Cowboy has lost a few… We both need to take regular naps.
Valentine's Day was a biggie. I wore my annual heart-shaped bustier, red high heels and sweet smile. Cowboy never seems to tire of that particular outfit. Naturally I made him work for it. He chased me up the stairs to the 2nd floor, got shoved aside by the pups who always enjoy a game of chase and catch and when he got too close too soon, I threw my high heels at him. I escaped his huge Popeye arm reach when he ducked my shoes, sic-ed the pups on him and made it to the bedroom where I jumped in the closet.
When he finally got to the bedroom and demanded to know where I was as if there were so many hiding places he couldn't find me… tsk
I jumped out of the closet wearing his cowboy hat and my birthday suit.
The man practically beamed.
Naughty stuff ensued. I bet that was a big surprise, huh?
We've gone through a couple of buckets of chocolate paint. Painting our birthday suits in February is another annual tradition although sometimes the giant squid surprises me with his painting skills in other months. And as old as he is, he can still do pushups with me sitting on his back. I might note that he does seem to lose his concentration and sometimes his balance when I scoot under him in the middle of a pushup. It helps that my birthday suit doesn't wear out…
We've eaten lots of pasta – carbo loading for all the physical stuff that happens. We've eaten peachy things in a variety of recipes and we've watched some naughty movies that we rented on pay TV. I think the naughty movies are so-so but they give us ideas…
We lock the critters in another room when we want to use the living room as the place to anoint with our lovin' games. Some things simply don't need an audience. Cold noses and curious (and staring) cats can deflate our activities.
I broke down and shared some chocolate/raspberry mousse, chocolate/espresso pudding and other chocolate delicacies. It's one of the few times during the year I don't hog the good stuff. Naturally I expect sweet rewards for my generosity. Cowboy is equally generous; he always surprises me with sweet momentos of the holiday.
Snow and ice persist. I've managed to create a few more snow people but the constant high winds are a little unsettling. The winds howl, the fireplace crackles, the animals pace a little. I hide under the covers or under my husband's arm. We had a brief lightning storm. I was ready to sleep in the closet but the pups crowded in with me and didn't leave any room for a giant squid. Needless to say… he pulled me out of the closet, landed a swat on my teeny tiny backside and announced we were sleeping in our bed.
Tsk! Wasn't me who took up all the space in the closet.
Two more weeks of February to enjoy. I'm loving it. Thinking up new and naughty ways to tease my husband – he's still able to chase me down even though he's now soooo old, he can't remember exactly how old he is.
SWAT!
Tsk!
~Sar~
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
No good deed...
goes unpunished…
Flipping through the Yahoo news pages on the laptop yesterday and came across an article about GIANT SQUIDS! Apparently hoards of them are congregating in California waters. The article says that squids normally weigh in around 40 lbs. These are 60-100 lbs! (I'll bet they're from Italian waters… all that pasta you know.)
So I casually mentioned it to MY giant squid.
"A bunch of your relatives showed up in California and are swimming around making headlines. Did you know about the family reunion? How come we weren't invited?"
"I don't have any relatives in California. Wait! Are you talking about the squids?"
"Well of course I'm talking about the squids."
SWAT!
Tsk.
When the swimming squids get irritated, they squirt ink. When my squid gets irritated, he swats! (Definitely, they're related.)
Since His Holiness didn't show the same enthusiasm for the giant squid anecdote that I did, I decided I wouldn't bother to mention that I also read that Polish scientists found the remains of three Neanderthals…
We got that big weather system that moved up the U.S. east coast. More snow, some ice, freezing weather.
Cowboy made noises about my being out in the weather – pneumonia, bronchitis, snow angels and other blathering that didn't make sense. So when he said he had to drive into town to get supplies…
I had 2-3 hours at the most. I bundled up in several fleecy layers and dashed into the backyard with the dogs. (They had their sweaters on.) Snow was packed and up to my calves in places. It took a little effort but I got the first large round snow ball to make the bottom of a snow person. It was soooo big and round I reshaped it to make it an expectant mama… the top wasn't quite as big but suddenly was a little taller than I could handle. I added arms with hands placed over her bulging tummy and put her head in the crook of her elbow… Added a beret to the head, beets for her eyes and peas for her mouth. (If I was expecting triplets I'd cut off my head, too.)
Unfortunately, BullyBoy peed on her leg.
The 2nd snow person was harder to make. I leaned a skinny layer of snow against a tree – was just shaping the body when I thought I heard a car. Decided to stop there and get back in the house before His Holiness returned. Got a huge laugh when I got to the back porch. From that vantage point, the snow person I was in the process of making was BEHIND the tree. All you could see was a HUGE breast peeking from the tree trunk. I ran back and put a beet on it dead center.
The pups and I were lounging in front of the fire – dry and warm – when Cowboy showed up about 30 minutes later.
I smiled, looking up from the book in my lap.
He gave me a big hug and kiss and said he bought Dove ice cream bars along with the groceries. Yum!
"Pasta for supper," he added. "Along with a spanking."
"What?" Ohhhh, not good. Not good at all.
"Either snow elves came for a visit while I was gone or you went out in this weather and built a couple of snow people. Which was it?"
Crumb! "Uhhh… I'm sure snow elves must have visited while the pups and I were napping," I said with fingers crossed, the pups snoring away and not volunteering information.
"Uh-huh," my husband agreed, tucking me under his arm and delivering a not-so-gentle swat.
Tsk.
I'll have to put off the snow fort and other snow creatures until he goes into town again. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the snow will be around for a while.
I bet if they tested Cowboy's DNA with the DNA of the Neanderthals' remains...
~Sar~
Flipping through the Yahoo news pages on the laptop yesterday and came across an article about GIANT SQUIDS! Apparently hoards of them are congregating in California waters. The article says that squids normally weigh in around 40 lbs. These are 60-100 lbs! (I'll bet they're from Italian waters… all that pasta you know.)
So I casually mentioned it to MY giant squid.
"A bunch of your relatives showed up in California and are swimming around making headlines. Did you know about the family reunion? How come we weren't invited?"
"I don't have any relatives in California. Wait! Are you talking about the squids?"
"Well of course I'm talking about the squids."
SWAT!
Tsk.
When the swimming squids get irritated, they squirt ink. When my squid gets irritated, he swats! (Definitely, they're related.)
Since His Holiness didn't show the same enthusiasm for the giant squid anecdote that I did, I decided I wouldn't bother to mention that I also read that Polish scientists found the remains of three Neanderthals…
We got that big weather system that moved up the U.S. east coast. More snow, some ice, freezing weather.
Cowboy made noises about my being out in the weather – pneumonia, bronchitis, snow angels and other blathering that didn't make sense. So when he said he had to drive into town to get supplies…
I had 2-3 hours at the most. I bundled up in several fleecy layers and dashed into the backyard with the dogs. (They had their sweaters on.) Snow was packed and up to my calves in places. It took a little effort but I got the first large round snow ball to make the bottom of a snow person. It was soooo big and round I reshaped it to make it an expectant mama… the top wasn't quite as big but suddenly was a little taller than I could handle. I added arms with hands placed over her bulging tummy and put her head in the crook of her elbow… Added a beret to the head, beets for her eyes and peas for her mouth. (If I was expecting triplets I'd cut off my head, too.)
Unfortunately, BullyBoy peed on her leg.
The 2nd snow person was harder to make. I leaned a skinny layer of snow against a tree – was just shaping the body when I thought I heard a car. Decided to stop there and get back in the house before His Holiness returned. Got a huge laugh when I got to the back porch. From that vantage point, the snow person I was in the process of making was BEHIND the tree. All you could see was a HUGE breast peeking from the tree trunk. I ran back and put a beet on it dead center.
The pups and I were lounging in front of the fire – dry and warm – when Cowboy showed up about 30 minutes later.
I smiled, looking up from the book in my lap.
He gave me a big hug and kiss and said he bought Dove ice cream bars along with the groceries. Yum!
"Pasta for supper," he added. "Along with a spanking."
"What?" Ohhhh, not good. Not good at all.
"Either snow elves came for a visit while I was gone or you went out in this weather and built a couple of snow people. Which was it?"
Crumb! "Uhhh… I'm sure snow elves must have visited while the pups and I were napping," I said with fingers crossed, the pups snoring away and not volunteering information.
"Uh-huh," my husband agreed, tucking me under his arm and delivering a not-so-gentle swat.
Tsk.
I'll have to put off the snow fort and other snow creatures until he goes into town again. Fortunately (or unfortunately) the snow will be around for a while.
I bet if they tested Cowboy's DNA with the DNA of the Neanderthals' remains...
~Sar~
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