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~
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Looped-de-Loo!
...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~
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~
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
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Happy New Year!
Cowboy here. Would have updated a few days ago but we had a brief ice storm that knocked out the power to the whole neighborhood. Storm passed in an hour or so but left us on generator to heat the house, a few other things. Computer use was not top priority.
Mia Adora: Sar's hospital stay lasted close to a week more than anticipated. Anesthesia brought on severe migraines for a few days, migraines that were alleviated only by heavy doses of pain killers that left the imp nauseous and wiped out. It didn't help that Violet accused the doc of being illiterate in basic areas of medicine. Glory would have added insult to injury but Max - the diplomat of the trio - ushered the ladies out of Sar's room.
About the time Sar was ready to ingest solid food, nothing stayed down. This, in itself, was unsettling but she finally kept a few bites down only to develop an intestinal infection.
A few more downs than ups until her condition improved. When the imp started to get cranky, demands were made to go home. I considered that a good sign.
On the medic front, as soon as the imp could sit up unassisted, she disconnected all the tubes and needles attached to her body. One minute I was watching her--was out of the room less than 20 minutes. Came back to see various lines tied in knots. Caught Sar trying to climb over the bed rail. That's what I get for teaching her a few knots. I lowered the bed rail so if - more likely when - that move is tried again, she won't fall.
I made various threats as if that would do a hell of a lot of good. The one precaution I took was sleeping in the hospital bed, my arm securely wrapped around mia bambina in case she thought nighttime was a good time to leave. Fortunately I'm an early riser. Was up, properly dressed by the time the day shift arrived. The night shift is bound to have a few comments any time I run into 1 of them.
Each day my wife got stronger, the medics kept a bit more distance from her bed. Sar can easily kick box from a horizontal position. I know the imp wouldn't hesitate if she thought the docs were touching and examining more than they should.
A note about nurses: Sar has considerable admiration for their vocation, especially for the care and concern they show for her. An often expressed sympathy is that they have to deal with medics. I might add each nurse on her floor is known to Sar - their names, their kids' names, personal things about them. Leaving the hospital, I was informed the nurses - in appreciation of their care - were to receive a large basket of flowers, another of fresh fruits and a third consisting of cheeses, crackers, other specialty items. I took care of that. The docs got a thank you note; no food or flowers.
Finally brought the imp home Friday before Christmas. Weak but in good spirits, we enjoyed Christmas Eve with Violet, Glory and Max. The trio wanted alone time. They retired upstairs leaving us on our own. This was fine. We like spending that evening on our own.
The animals were all over her after arriving home. Between you and me, I firmly believe folks recuperate faster in their own homes, even faster when their pets are around. The cat thinks he's a Rottweiler - "screens" who can come close to my wife. The dogs watch her every move. If the imp makes even the softest sound of discomfort, they are right there to make things right. Years ago, when we acquired our first Rottweiler and Bull Mastiff, I never dreamed those 2 as well as the 2 we have now would show such fierce devotion. For that I am a grateful man.
Sar will have more frequent checkups to monitor health. We have been told there is a good chance tumors will grow again but caught in time, will be treated faster and with less turmoil to her system.
We had a light snow Christmas Day. I know the imp wanted to be out in it. Bed rest is the rule around this place. Going out into the snow is currently out of the question. I've warned Bull not to give in to her tears. He returned from his family's home in Arkansas the day after Christmas, brought her a set of muffin tins. Apparently they come in all sizes. Glory immediately made some for the big kid. He brought a few other things as well as did David. The marine stuffed her stocking with "his" favorite chocolates, then demanded they be shared. In true Adora fashion, the imp declined.
Gifts were exchanged Christmas morning. Traditionally we help serve Christmas dinner at a shelter known to us. Sar didn't want to miss that. I agreed to let go if a care was taken for her slowly returning health. David, Bull, Max plus his ladies, Sar and I arrived in time to serve the food. Mia bambina sat on the sidelines reading stories to the kids. From there we went to the base where David traditionally plays Santa for the kids. All in all it was a sweet day. Sweeter was the imp asleep in my arms on the drive home.
Hope all of you have been having a pleasant holiday. Sar and I wish you a New Year filled with a more peaceful world and on a personal note, much joy in the coming year.
Cowboy
Mia Adora: Sar's hospital stay lasted close to a week more than anticipated. Anesthesia brought on severe migraines for a few days, migraines that were alleviated only by heavy doses of pain killers that left the imp nauseous and wiped out. It didn't help that Violet accused the doc of being illiterate in basic areas of medicine. Glory would have added insult to injury but Max - the diplomat of the trio - ushered the ladies out of Sar's room.
About the time Sar was ready to ingest solid food, nothing stayed down. This, in itself, was unsettling but she finally kept a few bites down only to develop an intestinal infection.
A few more downs than ups until her condition improved. When the imp started to get cranky, demands were made to go home. I considered that a good sign.
On the medic front, as soon as the imp could sit up unassisted, she disconnected all the tubes and needles attached to her body. One minute I was watching her--was out of the room less than 20 minutes. Came back to see various lines tied in knots. Caught Sar trying to climb over the bed rail. That's what I get for teaching her a few knots. I lowered the bed rail so if - more likely when - that move is tried again, she won't fall.
I made various threats as if that would do a hell of a lot of good. The one precaution I took was sleeping in the hospital bed, my arm securely wrapped around mia bambina in case she thought nighttime was a good time to leave. Fortunately I'm an early riser. Was up, properly dressed by the time the day shift arrived. The night shift is bound to have a few comments any time I run into 1 of them.
Each day my wife got stronger, the medics kept a bit more distance from her bed. Sar can easily kick box from a horizontal position. I know the imp wouldn't hesitate if she thought the docs were touching and examining more than they should.
A note about nurses: Sar has considerable admiration for their vocation, especially for the care and concern they show for her. An often expressed sympathy is that they have to deal with medics. I might add each nurse on her floor is known to Sar - their names, their kids' names, personal things about them. Leaving the hospital, I was informed the nurses - in appreciation of their care - were to receive a large basket of flowers, another of fresh fruits and a third consisting of cheeses, crackers, other specialty items. I took care of that. The docs got a thank you note; no food or flowers.
Finally brought the imp home Friday before Christmas. Weak but in good spirits, we enjoyed Christmas Eve with Violet, Glory and Max. The trio wanted alone time. They retired upstairs leaving us on our own. This was fine. We like spending that evening on our own.
The animals were all over her after arriving home. Between you and me, I firmly believe folks recuperate faster in their own homes, even faster when their pets are around. The cat thinks he's a Rottweiler - "screens" who can come close to my wife. The dogs watch her every move. If the imp makes even the softest sound of discomfort, they are right there to make things right. Years ago, when we acquired our first Rottweiler and Bull Mastiff, I never dreamed those 2 as well as the 2 we have now would show such fierce devotion. For that I am a grateful man.
Sar will have more frequent checkups to monitor health. We have been told there is a good chance tumors will grow again but caught in time, will be treated faster and with less turmoil to her system.
We had a light snow Christmas Day. I know the imp wanted to be out in it. Bed rest is the rule around this place. Going out into the snow is currently out of the question. I've warned Bull not to give in to her tears. He returned from his family's home in Arkansas the day after Christmas, brought her a set of muffin tins. Apparently they come in all sizes. Glory immediately made some for the big kid. He brought a few other things as well as did David. The marine stuffed her stocking with "his" favorite chocolates, then demanded they be shared. In true Adora fashion, the imp declined.
Gifts were exchanged Christmas morning. Traditionally we help serve Christmas dinner at a shelter known to us. Sar didn't want to miss that. I agreed to let go if a care was taken for her slowly returning health. David, Bull, Max plus his ladies, Sar and I arrived in time to serve the food. Mia bambina sat on the sidelines reading stories to the kids. From there we went to the base where David traditionally plays Santa for the kids. All in all it was a sweet day. Sweeter was the imp asleep in my arms on the drive home.
Hope all of you have been having a pleasant holiday. Sar and I wish you a New Year filled with a more peaceful world and on a personal note, much joy in the coming year.
Cowboy
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Recuperating
Cowboy here. My wife had exploratory surgery yesterday. She's in intensive care until the effects of anesthesia wear off and her condition stabilizes. Briefly, several small tumors were removed from the outside walls of the intestines. We are grateful the tumors were benign. The medics believe the location of the tumors pressed against a major artery and that was the reason for the chest pain. Sar's esophagus needed a bit of repair; there were a couple other places that were scrutinized, etc.
A full body scan also showed miniscule hairline fractures of 2 ribs. We're not sure when this occurred. Sar's vitals are good so we are optimistic the imp is on the road to full recovery. She's disappointed she's missed a few full moons-- Violet and Glory have both "danced" under a moon on her behalf. I might add they were chased and yelled at by an irate Max. In my old age and infinite wisdom, I kept my mouth shut.
Sar's had a rough couple of years, health wise. Because we know nothing about her biological family, it's impossible to fall back on any familial medical history. At the moment my goal is to get her home.
Earlier today, Sar was awake for a few minutes. In a foggy state, she accused me of eating all the turtle brownies. I apologized even though I'm not sure what a turtle brownie is or if I ever had one.
Again, my thanks for the emails, etc. I'm passing on your hugs and good wishes. Holding that imp in my arms is about the only thing that keeps me half sane.
Cowboy
A full body scan also showed miniscule hairline fractures of 2 ribs. We're not sure when this occurred. Sar's vitals are good so we are optimistic the imp is on the road to full recovery. She's disappointed she's missed a few full moons-- Violet and Glory have both "danced" under a moon on her behalf. I might add they were chased and yelled at by an irate Max. In my old age and infinite wisdom, I kept my mouth shut.
Sar's had a rough couple of years, health wise. Because we know nothing about her biological family, it's impossible to fall back on any familial medical history. At the moment my goal is to get her home.
Earlier today, Sar was awake for a few minutes. In a foggy state, she accused me of eating all the turtle brownies. I apologized even though I'm not sure what a turtle brownie is or if I ever had one.
Again, my thanks for the emails, etc. I'm passing on your hugs and good wishes. Holding that imp in my arms is about the only thing that keeps me half sane.
Cowboy
Friday, November 30, 2007
Another Update
It's been a bit hectic around here. Thanksgiving was great. Food was outstanding. Sar had a bite of everything except turkey. She ate a big piece of pecan pie before the meal but I didn't complain. Glory's done a bang up job of making Sar's favorite foods. Appetite comes and goes - always glad to see her eat anything these days.
The health story: Briefly, the chest pain isn't as frequent which is the good news but when it happens it just about knocks her out. This makes all of us crazy and worried as hell. It can last a couple of minutes but once in a while, it goes on for what seems like an eternity. We administer crushed aspirin, call the doc, etc.
There are a few other concerns. Sar's on a round of antibiotics. We see the doc in a few days for another series of tests that will let us know whether these meds are working or she needs to have exploratory surgery. The imp's showing a bit of fatigue - hasn't given the medics a hard time except to tell them there is no statue of limitations for any harm or hurt they might inflict. The medics take a look at me, at Bull, at Max and acknowledge the warning. Mia bambina has not lost any nerve.
The "old" Sar pops up regularly. It's winter here, a bit of light snow, deer at the saltlick, frisky weather. She's restless, wants to be out in it. That's not happening on my watch. There's not enough snow to make snow people. We could get quite a bit of it this weekend; the imp is hopeful. I promised a sleigh ride if she behaves.
The kitchen is off limits for cooking and baking but my wife can manipulate most people. The imp managed to sit at the table and ice cookies. Glory says this brings back memories of when Sar was a child learning how to bake. She says Sar would ice a cookie, eat 2, ice another, etc. Sounds like my girl.
Sar's family will stay here for the rest of the month if surgery is the way we go. Otherwise, they'll head down to New Orleans to Christmas with friends. Alli and family have gone home to Chicago but Alli will return in a week or so.
We're making Christmas preparations. Sar's directing the decorating from the couch, barking orders like a general. Fortunately, she nods off often. When that happens I pick her up, take her upstairs and have her to myself for a while.
Will let you know what's next. We're weighing our options for getting a handle on fixing what's wrong. Sar's sick of the tests, probes, meds and all the other medical stuff.
For now it's a bit of a challenge keeping her calm, rested and doing as little as possible. The dogs as well as the damn cats shadow her every move, growl/hiss when I shove them away. I keep the bedroom door locked at night so I can keep her to myself.
Also want to add our thanks for the electronic cards, emails and notes. Your words of support are much appreciated.
Cowboy
The health story: Briefly, the chest pain isn't as frequent which is the good news but when it happens it just about knocks her out. This makes all of us crazy and worried as hell. It can last a couple of minutes but once in a while, it goes on for what seems like an eternity. We administer crushed aspirin, call the doc, etc.
There are a few other concerns. Sar's on a round of antibiotics. We see the doc in a few days for another series of tests that will let us know whether these meds are working or she needs to have exploratory surgery. The imp's showing a bit of fatigue - hasn't given the medics a hard time except to tell them there is no statue of limitations for any harm or hurt they might inflict. The medics take a look at me, at Bull, at Max and acknowledge the warning. Mia bambina has not lost any nerve.
The "old" Sar pops up regularly. It's winter here, a bit of light snow, deer at the saltlick, frisky weather. She's restless, wants to be out in it. That's not happening on my watch. There's not enough snow to make snow people. We could get quite a bit of it this weekend; the imp is hopeful. I promised a sleigh ride if she behaves.
The kitchen is off limits for cooking and baking but my wife can manipulate most people. The imp managed to sit at the table and ice cookies. Glory says this brings back memories of when Sar was a child learning how to bake. She says Sar would ice a cookie, eat 2, ice another, etc. Sounds like my girl.
Sar's family will stay here for the rest of the month if surgery is the way we go. Otherwise, they'll head down to New Orleans to Christmas with friends. Alli and family have gone home to Chicago but Alli will return in a week or so.
We're making Christmas preparations. Sar's directing the decorating from the couch, barking orders like a general. Fortunately, she nods off often. When that happens I pick her up, take her upstairs and have her to myself for a while.
Will let you know what's next. We're weighing our options for getting a handle on fixing what's wrong. Sar's sick of the tests, probes, meds and all the other medical stuff.
For now it's a bit of a challenge keeping her calm, rested and doing as little as possible. The dogs as well as the damn cats shadow her every move, growl/hiss when I shove them away. I keep the bedroom door locked at night so I can keep her to myself.
Also want to add our thanks for the electronic cards, emails and notes. Your words of support are much appreciated.
Cowboy
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Full House
Cowboy here. It's been a hectic week or so. We're still at loose ends but a bit of progress has been made. Sar went through a bunch of tests. The good news is that she has a healthy heart. All parts work in sync the way they're supposed to. The not so good news is that some other part of her body is causing it to sound alarms. An endocrinologist was called in for consultation. Two labs ran tests. At this time the tests are inconclusive as to cause. The dosage on meds was adjusted. We go back next week to see if there's a sign of improvement. The worse case scenario at the moment is that my wife might be facing exploratory surgery.
Ok, better news: Sar has bursts of energy. They don't last long - 1-2 hours at a time, then she has to rest a bit.
Better news: Sar's family has flown in from Chicago for the holidays. Our house is full. Max, Glory and Violet are here. Alli and her husband Paul plus 4 grown sons are here as well as their damn cat. Bull is here - not just eating. He's in charge of the animals plus running errands. David will arrive tomorrow. He wouldn't miss Thanksgiving dinner at our house. Our young friend Patrick and his mother are expected for turkey day too.
Thanksgiving: Glory is cooking. That's the woman who taught Sar how to cook and bake. Normally Glory's a sweet lady but when she takes over the kitchen the woman barks orders like she was commanding the Pacific Fleet. Everybody jumps! We all have jobs. Believe me, nobody argues with the cook.
Sar's family: My wife went to live with this trio at about age 9-10 years old. First stable home Sar had. There's great love between those 4. To my dying day I'll be grateful they took her in. They were here in time to accompany us to some of the medical tests.
Max told the medics this was his girl child and they "best be doing what was right for her."
Glory told the medics if they hurt her girl she would see them drawn and quartered before sun down.
Violet said she would do the drawing and quartering.
And you thought it was just Sar who threatened docs.
When a tech tried to draw blood, my wife actually hissed. Vampire!
Violet's reaction was instant. Grabbed the guy's arm and warned him to be careful.
Try to picture this. Glory is a redhead with a temper to match but a reputation for mothering everyone. Violet is barely 5 feet tall, blonde china doll, speaks softly. Harm her girl and consequences be damned. The woman carries a switchblade. At 70, Max is as fit as any man 30 years younger.
Then there's Alli. Another kid that survived the mean streets. Hurt a hair on my wife's head and before you could blink you'd need your own medics. I watched and listened to what they had to say. Guerilla warfare in the making.
As I write this the imp is resting on the couch. The cat is hovering. The dogs go back and forth between the kitchen and the couch to supervise. Glory is baking pies. Max just made another pot of chicory coffee. He's laughing at the Cajun words Violet is teaching Bull to pronounce. I'm happy to report that my wife writes a few words here and there and hopes to have a story finished sometime over the holiday season.
For now, the house is full. There's a lot of laughter, good food and a great deal of hope for what's to come. Thanking you for all your good wishes and hoping this is just the beginning of a joyous holiday season.
Cowboy
Ok, better news: Sar has bursts of energy. They don't last long - 1-2 hours at a time, then she has to rest a bit.
Better news: Sar's family has flown in from Chicago for the holidays. Our house is full. Max, Glory and Violet are here. Alli and her husband Paul plus 4 grown sons are here as well as their damn cat. Bull is here - not just eating. He's in charge of the animals plus running errands. David will arrive tomorrow. He wouldn't miss Thanksgiving dinner at our house. Our young friend Patrick and his mother are expected for turkey day too.
Thanksgiving: Glory is cooking. That's the woman who taught Sar how to cook and bake. Normally Glory's a sweet lady but when she takes over the kitchen the woman barks orders like she was commanding the Pacific Fleet. Everybody jumps! We all have jobs. Believe me, nobody argues with the cook.
Sar's family: My wife went to live with this trio at about age 9-10 years old. First stable home Sar had. There's great love between those 4. To my dying day I'll be grateful they took her in. They were here in time to accompany us to some of the medical tests.
Max told the medics this was his girl child and they "best be doing what was right for her."
Glory told the medics if they hurt her girl she would see them drawn and quartered before sun down.
Violet said she would do the drawing and quartering.
And you thought it was just Sar who threatened docs.
When a tech tried to draw blood, my wife actually hissed. Vampire!
Violet's reaction was instant. Grabbed the guy's arm and warned him to be careful.
Try to picture this. Glory is a redhead with a temper to match but a reputation for mothering everyone. Violet is barely 5 feet tall, blonde china doll, speaks softly. Harm her girl and consequences be damned. The woman carries a switchblade. At 70, Max is as fit as any man 30 years younger.
Then there's Alli. Another kid that survived the mean streets. Hurt a hair on my wife's head and before you could blink you'd need your own medics. I watched and listened to what they had to say. Guerilla warfare in the making.
As I write this the imp is resting on the couch. The cat is hovering. The dogs go back and forth between the kitchen and the couch to supervise. Glory is baking pies. Max just made another pot of chicory coffee. He's laughing at the Cajun words Violet is teaching Bull to pronounce. I'm happy to report that my wife writes a few words here and there and hopes to have a story finished sometime over the holiday season.
For now, the house is full. There's a lot of laughter, good food and a great deal of hope for what's to come. Thanking you for all your good wishes and hoping this is just the beginning of a joyous holiday season.
Cowboy
Monday, November 12, 2007
Brief heads up
Cowboy here. Sar had a rough night last night. She was feeling good, more like herself all day - for a few days actually - then about 10 last night I caught her rubbing her chest. She finally admitted to a bit of pain, more like a dull ache she said. Spoke to the doc, gave her crushed aspirin, things got better in a matter of minutes.
Had the imp to myself for a change. David went home. Bull was out with friends. Held her till she fell asleep. Even went so far as to let the dogs in the bedroom. I'm gonna hear about that for years to come.
A bit of background here. Sar's used to having the pets around. The 2 companion dogs shadow her every move. When the normal routine is off, they get closer. They need to sniff, check things out, keep a watchful eye. I let the outside dogs in a couple times a day to say hello. They get nervous when they can't see her. The damn cat gets under whatever is covering her or sits at her shoulder, then spits if it thinks we're doing something wrong. I slipped an arm under her neck to raise her up a bit to administer meds. The animal BIT me. Wasn't expecting that, yanked my arm away. This caused the Rott to growl - the dog isn't crazy about my ministrations.
Why do I tolerate this? Because the imp is happiest when her pets are nearby and I'm a patsy when it comes to my wife.
Ok, I thought things got better last night - Sar was asleep. About an hour later she woke, complained of chest pains. Didn't waste time getting to the ER. They kept her till early this morning. Intermittent chest discomfort for a few hours - all the machines were hooked up to monitor vitals. End result is we have 3 days of more tests this week starting tomorrow. We'll be going home at the end of each round of tests - staying in the hospital overnight is too stressful all around.
Will try to post another update at the end of the week. We should have some news by then. Also, many thanks for the good wishes and the notes and cards. We are both appreciative of your friendship.
Cowboy
Had the imp to myself for a change. David went home. Bull was out with friends. Held her till she fell asleep. Even went so far as to let the dogs in the bedroom. I'm gonna hear about that for years to come.
A bit of background here. Sar's used to having the pets around. The 2 companion dogs shadow her every move. When the normal routine is off, they get closer. They need to sniff, check things out, keep a watchful eye. I let the outside dogs in a couple times a day to say hello. They get nervous when they can't see her. The damn cat gets under whatever is covering her or sits at her shoulder, then spits if it thinks we're doing something wrong. I slipped an arm under her neck to raise her up a bit to administer meds. The animal BIT me. Wasn't expecting that, yanked my arm away. This caused the Rott to growl - the dog isn't crazy about my ministrations.
Why do I tolerate this? Because the imp is happiest when her pets are nearby and I'm a patsy when it comes to my wife.
Ok, I thought things got better last night - Sar was asleep. About an hour later she woke, complained of chest pains. Didn't waste time getting to the ER. They kept her till early this morning. Intermittent chest discomfort for a few hours - all the machines were hooked up to monitor vitals. End result is we have 3 days of more tests this week starting tomorrow. We'll be going home at the end of each round of tests - staying in the hospital overnight is too stressful all around.
Will try to post another update at the end of the week. We should have some news by then. Also, many thanks for the good wishes and the notes and cards. We are both appreciative of your friendship.
Cowboy
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Some ups - some downs
Cowboy here. An update for you. Sar takes a couple steps toward better health, then a half step back. She's getting a bit of rest - most of it forced on her. I know I've stepped down in the genetic world - no longer a Neanderthal. More like Pro-Magnum man according to my wife. So be it. Hoping to get back up to "were you spawned from an armpit?" and "camel spit."
When I'm home I let her online briefly - there's email to read and answer but about 20 minutes is her limit. When I'm away from home I know she sneaks into a site she favors but even then I doubt she has enough energy to stay online long. I've said she can sit up in bed and write but online for any length of time is a few days or weeks away.
David was here for close to a week and brought junk food home. Those 2 eat plenty of burgers and other crap but as long as the imp's eating I'm not complaining. Sar has a hard time falling asleep but David has a sure cure. He sits by the bed and recites long drawn out battle strategies and the imp dozes off. Caveat: He's susceptible to her tears. He sees those and whatever she wants, she gets.
Bull falls apart if he suspects Sar is having a bit of pain. Well, we all do but he takes it hard. He sings her to sleep - the kid has a voice on him - when he thinks I'm looking elsewhere he holds and rocks her until he's sure she's asleep. Hard to believe the 3 of us have distinguished ourselves in battle and fall apart when we see a tear on the face of 1 little woman.
I do the dirty stuff. I get the meds down her throat. I make her stay in bed or covered up on the couch. I'm the one who won't let her climb stairs or cook. I'm the one that lays down the rules. The doc says there's a chance he'll clear her to walk around a bit in a few days.
Sar's getting cranky. She's making demands. She's setting the dogs on us. These are good signs.
Cowboy
When I'm home I let her online briefly - there's email to read and answer but about 20 minutes is her limit. When I'm away from home I know she sneaks into a site she favors but even then I doubt she has enough energy to stay online long. I've said she can sit up in bed and write but online for any length of time is a few days or weeks away.
David was here for close to a week and brought junk food home. Those 2 eat plenty of burgers and other crap but as long as the imp's eating I'm not complaining. Sar has a hard time falling asleep but David has a sure cure. He sits by the bed and recites long drawn out battle strategies and the imp dozes off. Caveat: He's susceptible to her tears. He sees those and whatever she wants, she gets.
Bull falls apart if he suspects Sar is having a bit of pain. Well, we all do but he takes it hard. He sings her to sleep - the kid has a voice on him - when he thinks I'm looking elsewhere he holds and rocks her until he's sure she's asleep. Hard to believe the 3 of us have distinguished ourselves in battle and fall apart when we see a tear on the face of 1 little woman.
I do the dirty stuff. I get the meds down her throat. I make her stay in bed or covered up on the couch. I'm the one who won't let her climb stairs or cook. I'm the one that lays down the rules. The doc says there's a chance he'll clear her to walk around a bit in a few days.
Sar's getting cranky. She's making demands. She's setting the dogs on us. These are good signs.
Cowboy
Friday, November 02, 2007
Brief Note
Cowboy here: My wife wanted to post yesterday - day after Halloween - but you can blame me for making her stay in bed. Not that being in bed made a hell of a lot of difference.
The imp's had a setback health wise. Heart issues came up again. All was going well, then she got a stomach bug. Emptying that little stomach took a severe toll. Blood pressure/heart rate were out of whack for close to 24 hours. When that was resolved she ended up having severe back pain. The doc told me to put a heating pad on her back. Too bad he didn't say "backside"-- I could have handled that on the spot.
My bambina was awake close to 40 hours before finally falling asleep. That was last night. Now, 13 hours later, the imp is still asleep. She's in good hands. David is back from the Solomons. Bull is here. All of us rotate a "Sar watch."
Sar was able to enjoy Halloween. I'll let the imp tell you the details but suffice to say she stole a lot of chocolate from the kids, ate enough to satisfy a sweet tooth, probably stashed the rest. I'll have to throw a BBQ for the neighbors in way of apology.
I've told my wife Thanksgiving might be a smaller affair this year. It's a big holiday for us - lots of guests - but I'd rather have her resting than running out of steam preparing a lot of food, getting worn out. I've suggested having it catered or having some of the food catered. Sar will not entertain the idea of going to a restaurant. Somewhere along the line there will be a compromise.
For now she seems to be improving. Appetite is returning which is always a good sign. Since David is here, I suspect her dreams are filled with mischief plans.
A healing thought headed this way would be appreciated.
Cowboy
The imp's had a setback health wise. Heart issues came up again. All was going well, then she got a stomach bug. Emptying that little stomach took a severe toll. Blood pressure/heart rate were out of whack for close to 24 hours. When that was resolved she ended up having severe back pain. The doc told me to put a heating pad on her back. Too bad he didn't say "backside"-- I could have handled that on the spot.
My bambina was awake close to 40 hours before finally falling asleep. That was last night. Now, 13 hours later, the imp is still asleep. She's in good hands. David is back from the Solomons. Bull is here. All of us rotate a "Sar watch."
Sar was able to enjoy Halloween. I'll let the imp tell you the details but suffice to say she stole a lot of chocolate from the kids, ate enough to satisfy a sweet tooth, probably stashed the rest. I'll have to throw a BBQ for the neighbors in way of apology.
I've told my wife Thanksgiving might be a smaller affair this year. It's a big holiday for us - lots of guests - but I'd rather have her resting than running out of steam preparing a lot of food, getting worn out. I've suggested having it catered or having some of the food catered. Sar will not entertain the idea of going to a restaurant. Somewhere along the line there will be a compromise.
For now she seems to be improving. Appetite is returning which is always a good sign. Since David is here, I suspect her dreams are filled with mischief plans.
A healing thought headed this way would be appreciated.
Cowboy
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Irregular Programming
Deep sigh
I sat down to write this entry and the giant squid decided to write it with me... You think it's easy to write with His Holiness hovering?
very lightSWAT
Cowboy here. Mini amazon on my lap thinks she's in a spank free zone.
"Piss-ant!"
"Bambina--"
Cowboy had to go out of town for a couple of days. I thought... ohhhh a couple days on my own - I'll eat LARGE. He didn't tell me that Bull was coming back from Arkansas that evening and I wouldn't be on my own after all. Tsk. Then I remembered how easy it was to get Bull to see things (life, food, naughty stuff) my way so I didn't feel badly at all.
Cowboy here. I told Bull I don't care what the imp eats, just make sure she eats a lot and gets plenty of rest.
Bull is great entertainment. I think he should be listed in Ripley's Believe it or not. You know those John Deere machines where there's this humonguous shovel thing that scoops up the earth? That's Bull when he's eating. He ate an entire blueberry pie while he waited for me to warm up his dinner. Dinner was 2 bowls of pasta e fagioli and an entire pan of lasagna. He also helped himself to a platter of garlic bread and finished the linguini I was eating. (I took my bowl of ice cream into my bedroom to eat so I could eat without sharing.)
Cowboy called while he was away to see if I was resting and eating and behaving.
Of course I was!
another very lightSWAT
He casually mentioned that Bull and I should stay OUT of his office... Oh! Good idea!
So... I sent Bull to the store to get food reinforcements... and the pups and I went into Cowboy's office. I had to pick the lock because the Neanderthal changed them.
not-so lightSWAT
...And I noticed the gun cabinet had a new lock... I considered that a challenge so I picked it also. Took a little longer than usual... I think I need to practice on that one a few more times.
"SAR!"
"Jeez, you don't have to shout."
Cowboy doesn't like for anyone to eat in his office. Coffee is okay but no food things.
The pups and I settled on his leather couch... I was going to read a book but they started sniffing for snacks. I tore open a box of Twinkies and we consumed those. I think I picked up all the wrappers but I didn't count them...
"Found one you missed on the arm of the couch."
"Tsk."
I had some chocolate while the pups finished off the Cracker Jack boxes. Their slobber smelled sweet but the bottom of the couch got a little sticky.
"Your butt's gonna get sticky too as soon as I heat it to a sweaty degree."
"Tsk. I saved the Cracker Jack prizes for you."
Cowboy here. Counting to 10-- 20--50--grinding my teeth.
New subject: Baseball and the World Series
Men (and some ladies) get very excited about the World Series. This does nothing for me, of course, but baseball is an American invention and so I feel it's my patriotic duty to explain a few things to those who live north or south of our borders and/or on another continent, island or archipelago.
First... I have no idea why it's called the "world" series when the baseball teams are all from the United States. If they're not all from the US, I'm sure someone will let me know.
The first game is tonight at Fenway Park which is in Boston. I know the Boston Red Sox are playing because why would any other team play in their backyard? The other team is the Yankees.
"Not the Yankees, bambina."
"The Brooklyn Dodgers?"
"The Dodgers aren't in Brooklyn any more and they're not playing either."
"Not in Brooklyn? Egads! Why not?"
"Because they moved to California."
"They moved to California? When did this happen?"
"Not long after you were born."
"Well I don't mind telling you. I think that was VERY unAmerican of them!"
"So who's the other team?"
"The Rockies."
"Never heard of them."
Anybody else think Cowboy was being just a teeny bit sarcastic there? The Rockies? Oh puleeeeeeze.
I will have to explain the intricacies of baseball another time. Right this minute, I'm trying to digest the news about the Brooklyn Dodgers. The California Dodgers? Good Lord! How revolting is that?
On the health front: I'm feeling okay. Have an occasional twinge of discomfort but cardiologist says I can exercise a little more. I've had quite a few tests done - none of them pleasant. Increased some meds and as long as things improve, I'm good as gold. If there's no significant improvement, we'll look into some other alternatives. No medics were annihilated during those tests; however... a whole new bunch have learned the meaning of fear...
There's a full moon in a couple of days. I'm dancing nude under it even if I have to get up in the middle of the night to do that! I have NEW leg warmers and a beautiful mask so my legs and face will be warm...
Cowboy here: And her tush too if she does.
"Just five minutes. I have to have at least five minutes."
"5 and a half and you won't be warm, bambina. You'll be hot."
Have I ever mentioned his lack of couth?
very lightSWAT
~Sar~ & Cowboy
I sat down to write this entry and the giant squid decided to write it with me... You think it's easy to write with His Holiness hovering?
very lightSWAT
Cowboy here. Mini amazon on my lap thinks she's in a spank free zone.
"Piss-ant!"
"Bambina--"
Cowboy had to go out of town for a couple of days. I thought... ohhhh a couple days on my own - I'll eat LARGE. He didn't tell me that Bull was coming back from Arkansas that evening and I wouldn't be on my own after all. Tsk. Then I remembered how easy it was to get Bull to see things (life, food, naughty stuff) my way so I didn't feel badly at all.
Cowboy here. I told Bull I don't care what the imp eats, just make sure she eats a lot and gets plenty of rest.
Bull is great entertainment. I think he should be listed in Ripley's Believe it or not. You know those John Deere machines where there's this humonguous shovel thing that scoops up the earth? That's Bull when he's eating. He ate an entire blueberry pie while he waited for me to warm up his dinner. Dinner was 2 bowls of pasta e fagioli and an entire pan of lasagna. He also helped himself to a platter of garlic bread and finished the linguini I was eating. (I took my bowl of ice cream into my bedroom to eat so I could eat without sharing.)
Cowboy called while he was away to see if I was resting and eating and behaving.
Of course I was!
another very lightSWAT
He casually mentioned that Bull and I should stay OUT of his office... Oh! Good idea!
So... I sent Bull to the store to get food reinforcements... and the pups and I went into Cowboy's office. I had to pick the lock because the Neanderthal changed them.
not-so lightSWAT
...And I noticed the gun cabinet had a new lock... I considered that a challenge so I picked it also. Took a little longer than usual... I think I need to practice on that one a few more times.
"SAR!"
"Jeez, you don't have to shout."
Cowboy doesn't like for anyone to eat in his office. Coffee is okay but no food things.
The pups and I settled on his leather couch... I was going to read a book but they started sniffing for snacks. I tore open a box of Twinkies and we consumed those. I think I picked up all the wrappers but I didn't count them...
"Found one you missed on the arm of the couch."
"Tsk."
I had some chocolate while the pups finished off the Cracker Jack boxes. Their slobber smelled sweet but the bottom of the couch got a little sticky.
"Your butt's gonna get sticky too as soon as I heat it to a sweaty degree."
"Tsk. I saved the Cracker Jack prizes for you."
Cowboy here. Counting to 10-- 20--50--grinding my teeth.
New subject: Baseball and the World Series
Men (and some ladies) get very excited about the World Series. This does nothing for me, of course, but baseball is an American invention and so I feel it's my patriotic duty to explain a few things to those who live north or south of our borders and/or on another continent, island or archipelago.
First... I have no idea why it's called the "world" series when the baseball teams are all from the United States. If they're not all from the US, I'm sure someone will let me know.
The first game is tonight at Fenway Park which is in Boston. I know the Boston Red Sox are playing because why would any other team play in their backyard? The other team is the Yankees.
"Not the Yankees, bambina."
"The Brooklyn Dodgers?"
"The Dodgers aren't in Brooklyn any more and they're not playing either."
"Not in Brooklyn? Egads! Why not?"
"Because they moved to California."
"They moved to California? When did this happen?"
"Not long after you were born."
"Well I don't mind telling you. I think that was VERY unAmerican of them!"
"So who's the other team?"
"The Rockies."
"Never heard of them."
Anybody else think Cowboy was being just a teeny bit sarcastic there? The Rockies? Oh puleeeeeeze.
I will have to explain the intricacies of baseball another time. Right this minute, I'm trying to digest the news about the Brooklyn Dodgers. The California Dodgers? Good Lord! How revolting is that?
On the health front: I'm feeling okay. Have an occasional twinge of discomfort but cardiologist says I can exercise a little more. I've had quite a few tests done - none of them pleasant. Increased some meds and as long as things improve, I'm good as gold. If there's no significant improvement, we'll look into some other alternatives. No medics were annihilated during those tests; however... a whole new bunch have learned the meaning of fear...
There's a full moon in a couple of days. I'm dancing nude under it even if I have to get up in the middle of the night to do that! I have NEW leg warmers and a beautiful mask so my legs and face will be warm...
Cowboy here: And her tush too if she does.
"Just five minutes. I have to have at least five minutes."
"5 and a half and you won't be warm, bambina. You'll be hot."
Have I ever mentioned his lack of couth?
very lightSWAT
~Sar~ & Cowboy
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Neanderthal Checking In
Cowboy here. Those who know my wife are aware that Sar lives in the fast lane. Almost everything is done in double time. Periodically the imp runs out of steam, her batteries need recharging and she slows down long enough to read a book or write a bit. New meds are slowly taking effect. A few more appointments until we know what's what. In the interim, she's resting more than usual. This pleases me but it's also unlike her so it disturbs me a bit too.
Frequently I get email asking what it's like to live with a whirling imp. Where do I begin?
Through a lot of years of wedded bliss I have learned to just accept certain truths.
Regarding food: My wife--
/ eats chocolate first, other food second.
/ eats dessert first, dinner second.
/ does not share chocolate or dessert.
/ stashes food around the house so a snack is always available.
/ asked Santa to give her a chocolate factory for Christmas.
Regarding dancing: My wife--
/ dances almost every day
/ dances nude in the backyard when there is a full moon (regardless of the consequences)
/ often dances nude in front of me when I'm in the middle of a daily workout. This immediately stops the workout, etc.
/ asked Santa for new leg warmers to wear in the winter when she's dancing nude etc.
Regarding animals: My wife--
/ is a magnet for creatures wild and domestic
/ has given twinkies and cracker jack to every animal ever encountered and turned them into junk food junkies
/ can train any animal in her care. (This includes sailors and marines who rush to do her bidding in spite of my orders.)
/ asked Santa for a pair of giraffes for Christmas.
Generalizations: My wife--
/ will rarely admit when she doesn't feel well
/ will eat some green vegetables - contrary to popular opinion - as long as they are raw. Sar does not eat cooked vegetables.
/ climbs trees no matter how many times I tell her not to
/ races like the wind just to feel it in her face
/ plays in the rain and snow regardless of how hot her tush is gonna be when I catch up with her.
/ pushes me, torments me, teases me. I thank the good Lord she loves me in spite of the fact that I'm a Neanderthal.
The imp makes my life complete.
Cowboy
Frequently I get email asking what it's like to live with a whirling imp. Where do I begin?
Through a lot of years of wedded bliss I have learned to just accept certain truths.
Regarding food: My wife--
/ eats chocolate first, other food second.
/ eats dessert first, dinner second.
/ does not share chocolate or dessert.
/ stashes food around the house so a snack is always available.
/ asked Santa to give her a chocolate factory for Christmas.
Regarding dancing: My wife--
/ dances almost every day
/ dances nude in the backyard when there is a full moon (regardless of the consequences)
/ often dances nude in front of me when I'm in the middle of a daily workout. This immediately stops the workout, etc.
/ asked Santa for new leg warmers to wear in the winter when she's dancing nude etc.
Regarding animals: My wife--
/ is a magnet for creatures wild and domestic
/ has given twinkies and cracker jack to every animal ever encountered and turned them into junk food junkies
/ can train any animal in her care. (This includes sailors and marines who rush to do her bidding in spite of my orders.)
/ asked Santa for a pair of giraffes for Christmas.
Generalizations: My wife--
/ will rarely admit when she doesn't feel well
/ will eat some green vegetables - contrary to popular opinion - as long as they are raw. Sar does not eat cooked vegetables.
/ climbs trees no matter how many times I tell her not to
/ races like the wind just to feel it in her face
/ plays in the rain and snow regardless of how hot her tush is gonna be when I catch up with her.
/ pushes me, torments me, teases me. I thank the good Lord she loves me in spite of the fact that I'm a Neanderthal.
The imp makes my life complete.
Cowboy
Friday, October 05, 2007
Stuff
A neighbor called and when I answered the phone, she yelled at me for lying to her when I said I couldn't meet her for lunch because we were in the San Juans. Hello? Has anyone ever heard of call forwarding? We usually use our cell phones but our house has a landline - we get calls - they need to be answered. Ergo: call forwarding.
She said "Oh."
Tsk.
More stuff: Psychologist on local TV program said that first-borns grow up to be leaders, drivers, responsible. In love relationships, they tend to be controlling...
Who do we know sounds like that?
SWAT!
Tsk. I guess the truth hurts.
Burnt stuff: The smoke alarms in David's house work. Alli, whose culinary skills are limited to boiling water... and nuking frozen food in the microwave is determined to learn how to bake cookies. So far, the dogs and the tortoise have eaten several dozen burnt cookies. She is convinced that if she bakes the cookies at 450 F. they'll bake faster. Had to open all the downstairs windows and let the ocean breezes (currently 48 degrees F.) clear the smoke out.
Cowboy got a look on his face that did not bode well for her bottom... Since her husband is a close friend, he decided to let the man deal with her when he gets back from his business trip. Tsk.
Other stuff: Been extra tired for a couple of weeks, more so than usual and a few days ago, was getting up from a nap when I thought one of the dogs was lying on my chest. I have large dogs; they are not allowed on the bed... felt like a huge weight on my chest and when I sat up, got a really sharp pain going down my arm. I told myself I was too young to have a heart attack - got up - took a couple of aspirin - lay down again and all was okay in about a half hour.
I told Cowboy because if I didn't tell him and he found out later... the steam coming out of his ears would rival Mt. Vesuvius in the middle of an eruption...
6 p.m. News Anchor: "And that, folks, is the real cause of global warming."
Because the giant squid has had up close and personal experience making instant life/death decisions in combat... he remained calm, cool and collected... Cowboy can multi-task. He said something in Italian (which must have been naughty because he didn't translate) and simultaneously clutched me to his chest and called 911. Really cute firemen/paramedics came over - took my blood pressure reading, listened to my heart, etc and told me they were taking me to the ER. This did not make me happy but being the perfect hostess, I offered them hot coffee and some of my very special chocolate brownies...
A very nasty look from the giant squid which promised global warming of another kind and I went to the ER.
Cardiologist shows up, does his thing, pronounces me well enough to go home but I need to see a heart doc as soon as possible. Cowboy makes a phone call and we leave the ER and go straight to the base hospital where Dr. Strangelove is waiting.
I loved Peter Sellers...
EKG, echo-cardiogram, yada yada yada. Very healthy heart - all parts are in sync and doing what they're supposed to do, no blockage in any of the arteries but heart rate is way too fast and BP is way too low for a person who has an overactive thyroid. So the bottom line is that my thyroid meds need to be adjusted and I need to return in four weeks for a checkup and eat more and exercise a little less. I come prepared so naturally, I immediately popped a couple of Twinkies in my mouth.
However... I'm wearing TWO heart monitors for a couple of weeks. TWO! One records what's happening 24/7 and gets replaced every 48 hours; the other "scans" what's going on if I press a button on it and I only do that if there's pain/discomfort etc. I told Cowboy I finally had control of a remote of my own...
One of the tests was a stress test. They put a whole bunch of electrode disc things all over my chest and on my back. Watching Cowboy watch the *male* technician touch me... his BP went over the roof!
Anyway, these disc gizmos are connected to a bunch of spaghetti strands in different colors and are further connected to a cable that goes around the waist - which is a good thing because with all that weight my pants were bound to fall down. All that stuff is hooked to a computer that records the heart function, heart rate, BP and a bunch of other things - a lot of whistles and bells which makes the doc and the techie guy look like they know what they're doing. Then you get on a treadmill and slowly, the speed and incline is increased until your heart rate reaches a certain level.
Dr. Strangelove said I'd reach the desired level in about 3 - 5 minutes.
Uh huh.
Folks... I've been a long-distance jogger for years. I can pace myself so my heart isn't over taxed too quickly and so I can run many miles. I like to run.
Twenty minutes into the test - with several increases in speed and incline, I'm starting to get high on endorphins when Cowboy gives me "that look." Cowboy's been a long-distance runner since he learned to walk... he knows what I'm doing.
Double tsk.
So I sped up until my heart rate far exceeded what was necessary - they took more pictures and I want you to know I didn't make any rude remarks to Dr. Strangelove. Almost killed me. But... I did ask to see his medical school transcripts and the test results of his cardiac residency.
I think I heard a soft growling sound when I did that... from Cowboy. Honestly, somebody has to ask; nobody should take their word that they're board certified just 'cause they say they are. An eight-year old can print a diploma on a computer. Tsk.
Dr. Strangelove started to make a remark that had nothing to do with the tests but the giant squid put his hand up. "Stop while you're ahead, Doc," he said. "Trust me on this."
Double tsk. I'm sure I could have countered with something wonderfully philosophical and brilliant. And for insurance, I memorized the man's name, rank and duty station.
We head home tomorrow and I've been informed no jogging or running for the time being but I can walk rapidly for short distances. The giant squid a.k.a. Hovering Hercules... says I'm not walking alone... period. And smarty pants that he is, the dogs don't count as companions. Tsk and double tsk. I actually feel well and am not nearly as tired as I was - new dosage on meds currently working - but my BP is still a little low and heart rate is still a little high. Dr. Strangelove says it takes a week or so for the body to make the adjustment.
I keep waiting for Cowboy's arm to shoot out like Dr. Strangelove's arm did in the movie and for him to try to get control of it. Oh wait! His arm DOES shoot out... at the most unexpected times.
Tsk.
~Sar~
She said "Oh."
Tsk.
More stuff: Psychologist on local TV program said that first-borns grow up to be leaders, drivers, responsible. In love relationships, they tend to be controlling...
Who do we know sounds like that?
SWAT!
Tsk. I guess the truth hurts.
Burnt stuff: The smoke alarms in David's house work. Alli, whose culinary skills are limited to boiling water... and nuking frozen food in the microwave is determined to learn how to bake cookies. So far, the dogs and the tortoise have eaten several dozen burnt cookies. She is convinced that if she bakes the cookies at 450 F. they'll bake faster. Had to open all the downstairs windows and let the ocean breezes (currently 48 degrees F.) clear the smoke out.
Cowboy got a look on his face that did not bode well for her bottom... Since her husband is a close friend, he decided to let the man deal with her when he gets back from his business trip. Tsk.
Other stuff: Been extra tired for a couple of weeks, more so than usual and a few days ago, was getting up from a nap when I thought one of the dogs was lying on my chest. I have large dogs; they are not allowed on the bed... felt like a huge weight on my chest and when I sat up, got a really sharp pain going down my arm. I told myself I was too young to have a heart attack - got up - took a couple of aspirin - lay down again and all was okay in about a half hour.
I told Cowboy because if I didn't tell him and he found out later... the steam coming out of his ears would rival Mt. Vesuvius in the middle of an eruption...
6 p.m. News Anchor: "And that, folks, is the real cause of global warming."
Because the giant squid has had up close and personal experience making instant life/death decisions in combat... he remained calm, cool and collected... Cowboy can multi-task. He said something in Italian (which must have been naughty because he didn't translate) and simultaneously clutched me to his chest and called 911. Really cute firemen/paramedics came over - took my blood pressure reading, listened to my heart, etc and told me they were taking me to the ER. This did not make me happy but being the perfect hostess, I offered them hot coffee and some of my very special chocolate brownies...
A very nasty look from the giant squid which promised global warming of another kind and I went to the ER.
Cardiologist shows up, does his thing, pronounces me well enough to go home but I need to see a heart doc as soon as possible. Cowboy makes a phone call and we leave the ER and go straight to the base hospital where Dr. Strangelove is waiting.
I loved Peter Sellers...
EKG, echo-cardiogram, yada yada yada. Very healthy heart - all parts are in sync and doing what they're supposed to do, no blockage in any of the arteries but heart rate is way too fast and BP is way too low for a person who has an overactive thyroid. So the bottom line is that my thyroid meds need to be adjusted and I need to return in four weeks for a checkup and eat more and exercise a little less. I come prepared so naturally, I immediately popped a couple of Twinkies in my mouth.
However... I'm wearing TWO heart monitors for a couple of weeks. TWO! One records what's happening 24/7 and gets replaced every 48 hours; the other "scans" what's going on if I press a button on it and I only do that if there's pain/discomfort etc. I told Cowboy I finally had control of a remote of my own...
One of the tests was a stress test. They put a whole bunch of electrode disc things all over my chest and on my back. Watching Cowboy watch the *male* technician touch me... his BP went over the roof!
Anyway, these disc gizmos are connected to a bunch of spaghetti strands in different colors and are further connected to a cable that goes around the waist - which is a good thing because with all that weight my pants were bound to fall down. All that stuff is hooked to a computer that records the heart function, heart rate, BP and a bunch of other things - a lot of whistles and bells which makes the doc and the techie guy look like they know what they're doing. Then you get on a treadmill and slowly, the speed and incline is increased until your heart rate reaches a certain level.
Dr. Strangelove said I'd reach the desired level in about 3 - 5 minutes.
Uh huh.
Folks... I've been a long-distance jogger for years. I can pace myself so my heart isn't over taxed too quickly and so I can run many miles. I like to run.
Twenty minutes into the test - with several increases in speed and incline, I'm starting to get high on endorphins when Cowboy gives me "that look." Cowboy's been a long-distance runner since he learned to walk... he knows what I'm doing.
Double tsk.
So I sped up until my heart rate far exceeded what was necessary - they took more pictures and I want you to know I didn't make any rude remarks to Dr. Strangelove. Almost killed me. But... I did ask to see his medical school transcripts and the test results of his cardiac residency.
I think I heard a soft growling sound when I did that... from Cowboy. Honestly, somebody has to ask; nobody should take their word that they're board certified just 'cause they say they are. An eight-year old can print a diploma on a computer. Tsk.
Dr. Strangelove started to make a remark that had nothing to do with the tests but the giant squid put his hand up. "Stop while you're ahead, Doc," he said. "Trust me on this."
Double tsk. I'm sure I could have countered with something wonderfully philosophical and brilliant. And for insurance, I memorized the man's name, rank and duty station.
We head home tomorrow and I've been informed no jogging or running for the time being but I can walk rapidly for short distances. The giant squid a.k.a. Hovering Hercules... says I'm not walking alone... period. And smarty pants that he is, the dogs don't count as companions. Tsk and double tsk. I actually feel well and am not nearly as tired as I was - new dosage on meds currently working - but my BP is still a little low and heart rate is still a little high. Dr. Strangelove says it takes a week or so for the body to make the adjustment.
I keep waiting for Cowboy's arm to shoot out like Dr. Strangelove's arm did in the movie and for him to try to get control of it. Oh wait! His arm DOES shoot out... at the most unexpected times.
Tsk.
~Sar~
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Meme & Mischief
My oldest and dearest friend, Alli, is visiting from Chicago. When we were knee high to a grasshopper, we used to get into a lot of mischief. Just because we're taller now doesn't mean we have to forego any fun.
We've been having a wonderful time redecorating David's house... So far, we've rearranged his closets, his drawers, his toiletries and alphabetized all the books in his library... according to publisher... sub-alphabetized to year of publication. I'm sure he's tired of searching by title or author or subject matter. We've also painted his guestroom PINK and just before the paint was completely dry, Alli sprayed all the walls with gold sprinkles. We bought some extra-large lady's lingerie and hung the gauzy frilly lacy things in that closet as well.
Naturally, this was all done while Cowboy was at work or out of the house doing errands. I was worried he would smell the fresh paint but the open windows helped a lot. When David yells at Cowboy to yell at me, I'll blame it on Alli. She'll be back in Chicago by then. Yes, I am evil.
The following is from Theresa at Hungry Heart Anxious Bottom: A meme that has been making the rounds. It's shown up on a few other blogs as well. The idea is to copy and paste to your own blog and bold the things you have done. If you don't "blog," share it with your friends.
01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive - what an excellent idea!
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said I love you and meant it
09. Hugged a tree - trees are our friends
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night to see the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game - yes, but just to eat junk food
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables - lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, leeks, potatoes - nothing ugly
18. Touched an iceburg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Got drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity.
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Has an uncontrollable giggle spasm at the worst time
27. Had a food fight - no chocolate was wasted, only pasta
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can - didn't do any good; he spanked me anyway
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Rode a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run - nobody in their right mind lets me near a bat!
36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who saw
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day - Marlena Dietrich
38. Actually felt happy about your life even if for only a moment - actually always
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states ( all but 2)
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk - I associate with sailors
42. Have amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heart broken longer that you were actually in love
53. In a resturant sat at a stranger's table and had an entire meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow - the cow was not happy about this
56. Alphabetized your CD’s
57. Pretended to be a superhero - Pretend? I AM a superhero!
58. Sung karaoke - yes and we can never go back to that supper club
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain (and snow)
65. Gone to a drive in theatre
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Got married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Got divorced
76. Gone without food for five days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Rode a gondola in Venice
80. Got a tattoo - it was a fake one but he spanked me anyway
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
83. Received flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on a first date - no, I made him wait until he bought dinner a few times first
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone - does being in his line of fire count?
92. Buried one or both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently - I know a lot of naughty Italian words
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour - I tried... but the MPs picked me up and took me home
98. Passed out cold
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to start over - too many times
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car and did not stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over a 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone's heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone - almost every one
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Rode a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents - there are 7?
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten Sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Para-sailed
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts - an Altar - when I plugged it in, the electricity went out in the entire neighborhood!
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair - shampoo in/wash out - got spanked - man has no sense of humor; I thought purple was a good shade for my complexion
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life
And last, I've been informed it's baseball season. Some time ago - Feb, 2006 I think - I explained the rules of football to you. As soon as I get a chance, I'll explain the rules of baseball. Baseball is actually far more violent than football - at least when I play...
~Sar~
We've been having a wonderful time redecorating David's house... So far, we've rearranged his closets, his drawers, his toiletries and alphabetized all the books in his library... according to publisher... sub-alphabetized to year of publication. I'm sure he's tired of searching by title or author or subject matter. We've also painted his guestroom PINK and just before the paint was completely dry, Alli sprayed all the walls with gold sprinkles. We bought some extra-large lady's lingerie and hung the gauzy frilly lacy things in that closet as well.
Naturally, this was all done while Cowboy was at work or out of the house doing errands. I was worried he would smell the fresh paint but the open windows helped a lot. When David yells at Cowboy to yell at me, I'll blame it on Alli. She'll be back in Chicago by then. Yes, I am evil.
The following is from Theresa at Hungry Heart Anxious Bottom: A meme that has been making the rounds. It's shown up on a few other blogs as well. The idea is to copy and paste to your own blog and bold the things you have done. If you don't "blog," share it with your friends.
01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive - what an excellent idea!
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said I love you and meant it
09. Hugged a tree - trees are our friends
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night to see the sun rise
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game - yes, but just to eat junk food
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables - lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, leeks, potatoes - nothing ugly
18. Touched an iceburg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby's diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Got drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity.
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Has an uncontrollable giggle spasm at the worst time
27. Had a food fight - no chocolate was wasted, only pasta
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can - didn't do any good; he spanked me anyway
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Rode a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run - nobody in their right mind lets me near a bat!
36. Danced like a fool and didn't care who saw
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day - Marlena Dietrich
38. Actually felt happy about your life even if for only a moment - actually always
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states ( all but 2)
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk - I associate with sailors
42. Have amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heart broken longer that you were actually in love
53. In a resturant sat at a stranger's table and had an entire meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow - the cow was not happy about this
56. Alphabetized your CD’s
57. Pretended to be a superhero - Pretend? I AM a superhero!
58. Sung karaoke - yes and we can never go back to that supper club
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain (and snow)
65. Gone to a drive in theatre
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Got married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Got divorced
76. Gone without food for five days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Rode a gondola in Venice
80. Got a tattoo - it was a fake one but he spanked me anyway
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"
83. Received flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on a first date - no, I made him wait until he bought dinner a few times first
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone - does being in his line of fire count?
92. Buried one or both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently - I know a lot of naughty Italian words
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour - I tried... but the MPs picked me up and took me home
98. Passed out cold
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to start over - too many times
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car and did not stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over a 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone's heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone - almost every one
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Rode a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents - there are 7?
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten Sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Para-sailed
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts - an Altar - when I plugged it in, the electricity went out in the entire neighborhood!
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair - shampoo in/wash out - got spanked - man has no sense of humor; I thought purple was a good shade for my complexion
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life
And last, I've been informed it's baseball season. Some time ago - Feb, 2006 I think - I explained the rules of football to you. As soon as I get a chance, I'll explain the rules of baseball. Baseball is actually far more violent than football - at least when I play...
~Sar~
Saturday, September 22, 2007
Next Holiday...
I believe it's safe to say that you know I love holidays. Actually, I mostly love holiday food - I think you knew that, too - although some of the customs and cultures are lovely and meaningful and some are downright fun. Next week is Sukkos. Sukkos is a celebration of the harvest and also of the Tabernacles. I stick to the harvest part.
When we're home Cowboy builds an extension in front and back of the wooden canopy he built for my roses. It's a temporary affair but it does the trick. I hang long wide ribbons and at the end of each ribbon, I tie something good to eat - candied apples, plums, peaches (guess who eats those) and dates, fresh figs, clusters of grapes and the occasional eggplant just to see who's paying attention...
I used to hang vegetables but the kids invited to the party are pretty smart and always ignored those. I also hang candy - all kinds - though chocolate is at a minimum, unless it's dark chocolate which I'm not that crazy about. I also hang "little" toys - miniature racing cars, troll dolls, yo-yos, slinkies, Spalding balls, spinning tops, jacks, slingshots, water guns, marbles, etc.
I love shopping for these in "five & dime" stores and occasionally, spot them at a garage sale and gobble them up for future use. Most kids today have electronic gadgets and ironically, get excited about the old fashioned ones I grew up knowing.
Out here, on the beach, I invited the neighborhood families to come over for the holiday celebration. Bull is building a canopy for me right on the beachfront. I'm expecting a huge crowd and Cowboy said he'd invite a few off-duty squids to keep a campfire going, roast hot dogs and marshmallows and maintain order. Maintain order? Who is going to get rowdy? Okay, no need to reply to that.
"Don't hang water guns or slingshots, bambina."
Oops. Too late.
"You worried we're going to hurt someone with those?"
"YOU're going to pay for it if anyone gets hurts," Mr. Grumpy said and gave me a swat!
Tsk.
Actually... I used the giant squid's credit card to buy everything, including the water guns and slingshots but I think he might be thinking of making me pay in other ways. Did I mention this man often lacks couth?
The pups are very excited. Kids will jump up and down and run and laugh and they're very attracted to that kind of excitement. I just have to make sure they're thoroughly fed before the party begins.
Note to self. Feed Bull before the crowd shows up...
Speaking of Bull...
He's leaving in a few days to go visit his mama and sisters down in Arkansas. I asked if he warned her he was coming so they could set up temporary quarters in the local supermarket.
SWAT!
"Stop making fun of Bull's appetite."
"He's currently eating *your* peach cobbler."
"What? Bull! Front and center!"
Smiling...
~Sar~
When we're home Cowboy builds an extension in front and back of the wooden canopy he built for my roses. It's a temporary affair but it does the trick. I hang long wide ribbons and at the end of each ribbon, I tie something good to eat - candied apples, plums, peaches (guess who eats those) and dates, fresh figs, clusters of grapes and the occasional eggplant just to see who's paying attention...
I used to hang vegetables but the kids invited to the party are pretty smart and always ignored those. I also hang candy - all kinds - though chocolate is at a minimum, unless it's dark chocolate which I'm not that crazy about. I also hang "little" toys - miniature racing cars, troll dolls, yo-yos, slinkies, Spalding balls, spinning tops, jacks, slingshots, water guns, marbles, etc.
I love shopping for these in "five & dime" stores and occasionally, spot them at a garage sale and gobble them up for future use. Most kids today have electronic gadgets and ironically, get excited about the old fashioned ones I grew up knowing.
Out here, on the beach, I invited the neighborhood families to come over for the holiday celebration. Bull is building a canopy for me right on the beachfront. I'm expecting a huge crowd and Cowboy said he'd invite a few off-duty squids to keep a campfire going, roast hot dogs and marshmallows and maintain order. Maintain order? Who is going to get rowdy? Okay, no need to reply to that.
"Don't hang water guns or slingshots, bambina."
Oops. Too late.
"You worried we're going to hurt someone with those?"
"YOU're going to pay for it if anyone gets hurts," Mr. Grumpy said and gave me a swat!
Tsk.
Actually... I used the giant squid's credit card to buy everything, including the water guns and slingshots but I think he might be thinking of making me pay in other ways. Did I mention this man often lacks couth?
The pups are very excited. Kids will jump up and down and run and laugh and they're very attracted to that kind of excitement. I just have to make sure they're thoroughly fed before the party begins.
Note to self. Feed Bull before the crowd shows up...
Speaking of Bull...
He's leaving in a few days to go visit his mama and sisters down in Arkansas. I asked if he warned her he was coming so they could set up temporary quarters in the local supermarket.
SWAT!
"Stop making fun of Bull's appetite."
"He's currently eating *your* peach cobbler."
"What? Bull! Front and center!"
Smiling...
~Sar~
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Happy New Year!
We're back on the beach again - out at David's house. His housekeeper is away visiting family and since he's still in the Solomon Islands on temporary duty, we're house sitting for a while. The upside is that we've got the entire menagerie with us and the weather is great for jogging along the water. We also get to enjoy David's tortoise while we're here. The downside is that the giant squid turns into Mr. Grumpy when he has to go to work when we're on the beach. He'd rather be home. I'd rather he was home, too. But we still have evenings and weekends to be naughty.
I love New Year celebrations - no matter whose New Year it is. There are several we celebrate during the year - all with great food of course. This past week we had a fairly large crowd over for dinner. We celebrated Rosh Hashana - the Jewish New Year and also the beginning of Ramadan - the holiest month of Islam. It was a wondrous affair!
We had spicy falafel and brown rice and stuffed grape leaves along with a succulent brisket and garlic mashed potatoes and tzimmes. Tzimmes is a sweet carrot dish made with apricots and pineapple. I made sweet noodle kugel, honey cake and a confection made out of walnuts, pistachios and honey. The honey symbolizes the hope for a sweet year. The dessert table also included a variety of fruits with a honey dip and one of my favorite treats - fresh dates and of course, chocolates.
I ate a LOT.
Cowboy ate more than I did.
The sailors and marines in attendance ate more than Cowboy ate.
Bull ate more than anybody else...
When dinner was over and most of our guests left, Cowboy told me to put my feet up and he and Bull and a couple of Bull's friends would clean up. In the process of cleaning, Bull ATE all the leftovers. The pups started whining because Bull isn't big on sharing food with them and he ate what they usually get when a meal is finished.
Tsk.
Speaking of Bull... he asked if he could invite three of his lady friends to dinner.
"Bimbos?"
SWAT!
Tsk. I forgot Cowboy was in the room at the time.
So the three bimbos show up. Truly I can't recall their names but I refer to them as Batty, Brownie and Blackie. All three are gorgeous creatures but unfortunately, it takes all three of them to come up with a 2-digit IQ.
Batty is a blonde with big blue eyes and implants... She kept batting her eyelashes at everyone wearing long pants and I kept waiting for one of those eyelashes to fall into the soup.
Brownie is a sweet little gal with long brown hair, green eyes and the gaze of a star-struck cutie pie who realized that as a female, she was in the minority at the dinner table. She kept taking inventory of all the testosterone in the room and I swear she was mumbling... "So many men - only own two thighs to spread... so little time."
I whispered my thoughts to Cowboy and he had the gall to smack my butt when he passed me in the kitchen!
Tsk.
SWAT!
Double tsk.
Blackie is a beautiful brunette who had to TOUCH every male at the dinner table, including my husband. She went around the table several times and asked everyone if they needed anything she could get for them. I quietly asked her to sit down and enjoy the meal, that it wasn't necessary for her to hostess. She turned to me with her big brown eyes and smiled and said... "Who are you?"
Before I could reply... "I'm your hostess, you moron!" Er... I mean before I could voice the most civil response... the giant squid sounded a warning - sotto voce - "Sar..."
Bull recognized the "Sar..." and chuckled. This led to others chuckling... I smiled at the giant squid and continued serving the meal. Not only do I need to jot this "goodness" down in my quarterly letter to Santa... this is definitely an event that needs recording when I'm up for sainthood.
I finally took Blackie's arm and escorted her to her seat. The long sleeves of her dress probably hid the bruise my fingers must have made. I stopped short of shoving her chair under the table. She needed spanked!
Cowboy gave me "that look."
I ignored him and barely resisted spilling something awful on her head.
However...
I DID put the platters of green uglies in front of her and I hid the chocolate.
Cowboy invited one of his subordinates... a female who has an obvious crush on the giant squid and rarely takes her eyes off of him. I seated her between two grizzly bear-sized marines. They called her "ma'am" all evening. This did not make her happy but I got a couple of good chuckles out of it.
Unfortunately, I also got a few swats when we were alone.
Tsk. See how he repays my kindness? Just for that, I'm making PLUM cobbler.
Moving along... there was a segment on one of the local news channels. It showed an adult male chimpanzee offering a whole papaya to a cute female chimp. He even breaks it up into chunks for her to eat. Then... after she eats it, he tries to mount her. Tsk, bribing the sweet innocent for sex!
Just like a man... bringing gifts in exchange for hanky panky.
SWAT!
"Do I bring gifts just for sex?" the man I live with asked.
"No. You don't always bring gifts..."
SWAT!
Tsk. The man needs to bring MORE gifts.
~Sar~
I love New Year celebrations - no matter whose New Year it is. There are several we celebrate during the year - all with great food of course. This past week we had a fairly large crowd over for dinner. We celebrated Rosh Hashana - the Jewish New Year and also the beginning of Ramadan - the holiest month of Islam. It was a wondrous affair!
We had spicy falafel and brown rice and stuffed grape leaves along with a succulent brisket and garlic mashed potatoes and tzimmes. Tzimmes is a sweet carrot dish made with apricots and pineapple. I made sweet noodle kugel, honey cake and a confection made out of walnuts, pistachios and honey. The honey symbolizes the hope for a sweet year. The dessert table also included a variety of fruits with a honey dip and one of my favorite treats - fresh dates and of course, chocolates.
I ate a LOT.
Cowboy ate more than I did.
The sailors and marines in attendance ate more than Cowboy ate.
Bull ate more than anybody else...
When dinner was over and most of our guests left, Cowboy told me to put my feet up and he and Bull and a couple of Bull's friends would clean up. In the process of cleaning, Bull ATE all the leftovers. The pups started whining because Bull isn't big on sharing food with them and he ate what they usually get when a meal is finished.
Tsk.
Speaking of Bull... he asked if he could invite three of his lady friends to dinner.
"Bimbos?"
SWAT!
Tsk. I forgot Cowboy was in the room at the time.
So the three bimbos show up. Truly I can't recall their names but I refer to them as Batty, Brownie and Blackie. All three are gorgeous creatures but unfortunately, it takes all three of them to come up with a 2-digit IQ.
Batty is a blonde with big blue eyes and implants... She kept batting her eyelashes at everyone wearing long pants and I kept waiting for one of those eyelashes to fall into the soup.
Brownie is a sweet little gal with long brown hair, green eyes and the gaze of a star-struck cutie pie who realized that as a female, she was in the minority at the dinner table. She kept taking inventory of all the testosterone in the room and I swear she was mumbling... "So many men - only own two thighs to spread... so little time."
I whispered my thoughts to Cowboy and he had the gall to smack my butt when he passed me in the kitchen!
Tsk.
SWAT!
Double tsk.
Blackie is a beautiful brunette who had to TOUCH every male at the dinner table, including my husband. She went around the table several times and asked everyone if they needed anything she could get for them. I quietly asked her to sit down and enjoy the meal, that it wasn't necessary for her to hostess. She turned to me with her big brown eyes and smiled and said... "Who are you?"
Before I could reply... "I'm your hostess, you moron!" Er... I mean before I could voice the most civil response... the giant squid sounded a warning - sotto voce - "Sar..."
Bull recognized the "Sar..." and chuckled. This led to others chuckling... I smiled at the giant squid and continued serving the meal. Not only do I need to jot this "goodness" down in my quarterly letter to Santa... this is definitely an event that needs recording when I'm up for sainthood.
I finally took Blackie's arm and escorted her to her seat. The long sleeves of her dress probably hid the bruise my fingers must have made. I stopped short of shoving her chair under the table. She needed spanked!
Cowboy gave me "that look."
I ignored him and barely resisted spilling something awful on her head.
However...
I DID put the platters of green uglies in front of her and I hid the chocolate.
Cowboy invited one of his subordinates... a female who has an obvious crush on the giant squid and rarely takes her eyes off of him. I seated her between two grizzly bear-sized marines. They called her "ma'am" all evening. This did not make her happy but I got a couple of good chuckles out of it.
Unfortunately, I also got a few swats when we were alone.
Tsk. See how he repays my kindness? Just for that, I'm making PLUM cobbler.
Moving along... there was a segment on one of the local news channels. It showed an adult male chimpanzee offering a whole papaya to a cute female chimp. He even breaks it up into chunks for her to eat. Then... after she eats it, he tries to mount her. Tsk, bribing the sweet innocent for sex!
Just like a man... bringing gifts in exchange for hanky panky.
SWAT!
"Do I bring gifts just for sex?" the man I live with asked.
"No. You don't always bring gifts..."
SWAT!
Tsk. The man needs to bring MORE gifts.
~Sar~
Friday, September 07, 2007
The Sky is Falling!
No ice cream! No hidden chocolate stashes! NO Twinkies! No Mac & Cheese! Both my freezers and my double-wide refrigerator were empty when we got home from our trip. The pantry had little to offer - even the emergency food supplies were gone. I raised an eyebrow in Bull's direction and the behemoth said:
"I was hungry."
Welllllll.... duh!
and...
"Are you gonna be cookin somethin soon?"
Smiling... clenching my fists... grinding my teeth... then I remembered I love the giant hayseed.
Cowboy ordered pizzas for supper and the next morning, he went out and brought home "breakfast food." Spent half a day food shopping and ordered a cow. Usually I order half a cow; decided I needed a whole one as long as Bull is with us.
"We're gonna eat Bessie?" Bull teased when the meat order came in later.
"I don't need to know his name."
"You mean *her* name, Sar. Cows are female."
Good God! Could have gone on with life without being reminded of that little detail.
"Goin to do a little shopping myself," Bull stated. "Hungry and there's nothing to eat in the house and it'll be a while before you get anything good on the table."
Smiling... clenching my fists... grinding my teeth... remembering I love this hayseed a lot even though he ate EVERYTHING in my house. Counted the animals to make sure they were all accounted for.
So... while I caught up on the laundry, straightened the house, and caught up with the pups, Bull went shopping.
He came home with frozen ready-to-eat meals that he nuked and ate... and told me he bought me some treats:
Double stuffed Oreos! Regular, chocolate creme, peanut
Butter and Oreo Cakesters - 2 packages each. So I unpack the grocery bags - a package of Cakesters, 1 package of peanut butter Oreos.
"Where's the rest?"
"I ate them on the way home."
Ask a stupid question; get a stupid answer.
Currently, Manhattan clam chowder and Minestrone are cooking, will make other soups another time. Pot roast and a brisket in one oven, two apple cakes in the other. Will bake pies and cobbler tonight. In no time I'll restock the freezers, etc. Cowboy replenished the emergency food supplies. I think the food bill was as much as our roundtrip airfare on our recent trip.
David is still in the Solomon Islands assisting with their tsunami recovery from last May. He asked us to peek in on his house in the San Juans - his housekeeper will be away for a week or so. We may go out there and stay for a few days. Cowboy can go to work from there and I'll have the house to myself... the pups and I are certain to find something to keep us busy... David's housekeeper says the tortoise is on a vegetable kick. Ick! I have to reintroduce the beast to Twinkies.
A cute survey showed up on a couple of blogs I read - PK, Cassie and others. My answers:
1. What was the first blog that you regularly read?
-Found Creative Spanked Wife first. Also The Collar Purple. What an eye opener!
2. Do you remember the first" blogger" that you had an E-Mail Relationship with?
-Don't have an email relationship with other bloggers but regularly correspond with a few readers.
3. Why did you create your blog?
-It started because quite a few readers of my story website frequently wrote asking questions about my life with Cowboy. Also several email buddies would say "that's a snippet" when I related something to them. Some of those "snippets" weren't really an entire story but interesting enough to use in a blog.
4. When was your first post, and who was your first commenter?
-9/28/05 - first comments came from Terri, Paul, Spoze and BJ
5. Are there blogs that you absolutely have to visit daily?
-Yes, when I have time, and they're listed in my links.
6. Is your Blog categorized?..(I.E. Comedy, Literary, Personal Angst, Etc.)
-Officially, it's an *adult* blog and deals with life in general which includes spanking and sex.
7. Do you see an end to your blogging some day?
-Probably but as long as folks comment and/or email me, I'll continue to blog.
8. What are you wearing right this very minute?
- Wellll since Cassie has my black corset and red fishnet stockings... or was it red corset and black fishnet stockings... and PK has my spare outfit... I'm stuck wearing one of Cowboy's T-shirts and jeans. I'd take off the jeans but Bull is in the house. Tsk.
Cowboy called to see if I had eaten anything today.
"Uh huh."
"Was it real food or junk food?"
Rollin m'eyes.
"I'll have you know I ate scrambled eggs and toast and even drank a can of V8!"
"V8?" You feel okay, bambina?"
Not really. That stuff is vile.
"Of course I'm okay. Bring home Chinese for supper, please."
"You been cooking all day?"
"Uh huh."
"Peach cobbler?"
The man has a 1-track mind. Well, 2-tracks: spanking and peach cobbler.
Make that 3-tracks: spanking, sex and peach cobbler.
Going to send Bull on errands, make some peach cobbler and put on my "spank me sweetly" t-shirt.
~Sar~
"I was hungry."
Welllllll.... duh!
and...
"Are you gonna be cookin somethin soon?"
Smiling... clenching my fists... grinding my teeth... then I remembered I love the giant hayseed.
Cowboy ordered pizzas for supper and the next morning, he went out and brought home "breakfast food." Spent half a day food shopping and ordered a cow. Usually I order half a cow; decided I needed a whole one as long as Bull is with us.
"We're gonna eat Bessie?" Bull teased when the meat order came in later.
"I don't need to know his name."
"You mean *her* name, Sar. Cows are female."
Good God! Could have gone on with life without being reminded of that little detail.
"Goin to do a little shopping myself," Bull stated. "Hungry and there's nothing to eat in the house and it'll be a while before you get anything good on the table."
Smiling... clenching my fists... grinding my teeth... remembering I love this hayseed a lot even though he ate EVERYTHING in my house. Counted the animals to make sure they were all accounted for.
So... while I caught up on the laundry, straightened the house, and caught up with the pups, Bull went shopping.
He came home with frozen ready-to-eat meals that he nuked and ate... and told me he bought me some treats:
Double stuffed Oreos! Regular, chocolate creme, peanut
Butter and Oreo Cakesters - 2 packages each. So I unpack the grocery bags - a package of Cakesters, 1 package of peanut butter Oreos.
"Where's the rest?"
"I ate them on the way home."
Ask a stupid question; get a stupid answer.
Currently, Manhattan clam chowder and Minestrone are cooking, will make other soups another time. Pot roast and a brisket in one oven, two apple cakes in the other. Will bake pies and cobbler tonight. In no time I'll restock the freezers, etc. Cowboy replenished the emergency food supplies. I think the food bill was as much as our roundtrip airfare on our recent trip.
David is still in the Solomon Islands assisting with their tsunami recovery from last May. He asked us to peek in on his house in the San Juans - his housekeeper will be away for a week or so. We may go out there and stay for a few days. Cowboy can go to work from there and I'll have the house to myself... the pups and I are certain to find something to keep us busy... David's housekeeper says the tortoise is on a vegetable kick. Ick! I have to reintroduce the beast to Twinkies.
A cute survey showed up on a couple of blogs I read - PK, Cassie and others. My answers:
1. What was the first blog that you regularly read?
-Found Creative Spanked Wife first. Also The Collar Purple. What an eye opener!
2. Do you remember the first" blogger" that you had an E-Mail Relationship with?
-Don't have an email relationship with other bloggers but regularly correspond with a few readers.
3. Why did you create your blog?
-It started because quite a few readers of my story website frequently wrote asking questions about my life with Cowboy. Also several email buddies would say "that's a snippet" when I related something to them. Some of those "snippets" weren't really an entire story but interesting enough to use in a blog.
4. When was your first post, and who was your first commenter?
-9/28/05 - first comments came from Terri, Paul, Spoze and BJ
5. Are there blogs that you absolutely have to visit daily?
-Yes, when I have time, and they're listed in my links.
6. Is your Blog categorized?..(I.E. Comedy, Literary, Personal Angst, Etc.)
-Officially, it's an *adult* blog and deals with life in general which includes spanking and sex.
7. Do you see an end to your blogging some day?
-Probably but as long as folks comment and/or email me, I'll continue to blog.
8. What are you wearing right this very minute?
- Wellll since Cassie has my black corset and red fishnet stockings... or was it red corset and black fishnet stockings... and PK has my spare outfit... I'm stuck wearing one of Cowboy's T-shirts and jeans. I'd take off the jeans but Bull is in the house. Tsk.
Cowboy called to see if I had eaten anything today.
"Uh huh."
"Was it real food or junk food?"
Rollin m'eyes.
"I'll have you know I ate scrambled eggs and toast and even drank a can of V8!"
"V8?" You feel okay, bambina?"
Not really. That stuff is vile.
"Of course I'm okay. Bring home Chinese for supper, please."
"You been cooking all day?"
"Uh huh."
"Peach cobbler?"
The man has a 1-track mind. Well, 2-tracks: spanking and peach cobbler.
Make that 3-tracks: spanking, sex and peach cobbler.
Going to send Bull on errands, make some peach cobbler and put on my "spank me sweetly" t-shirt.
~Sar~
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Almost Home
We're in Hawaii, our last stop before heading home. Cowboy and I have enjoyed every minute of our time alone but I'm looking forward to sleeping in my own bed. He spent an entire year planning this trip - celebrating our 25th anniversary and my birthday. I think he also spent the entire year "resting up" for our celebration.
SWAT!
Laughing softly... but I assure you, it was worth it.
Before he decides to spill any beans... I want you to know I was perfectly well mannered and an angel the whole time we've been away. It almost killed me!
I see he did mention one or two incidents of nudity. Welllll, what's a little nudity on holiday? There was a full moon + a beautiful beach + a little wine. He had to know I couldn't resist. And he wasn't exactly immune either - he took pictures to bribe me with later.
Ohhhhhh puleeeeeeze. That's not going to work but the pics I took of him... I'll bet that will work very well for anything I might need ammunition for. I wonder how much The Navy Times would pay for those pics... hmmm
SWAT!
The burning question... were there any spankings while on vacation? What do YOU think?
Tsk.
Called home regularly. Had Bull put me on speakerphone so the pups could hear my voice. Both whined something awful each time I called. Not sure if it's because they miss me or the fact that Bull didn't share any wine or beer with them. He said I needed to get home soon - not much in the way of food left. The behemoth ate EVERYTHING in both freezers and the only thing left in the pantry is flour and sugar and a few other baking supplies. I hope he didn't eat any of the dog food...
Picked up a New York Times newspaper here - galoshes are the newest fashion trend. They showed pictures of them in all colors and plaids and polka dots and stripes and even op art. It rains where we live... I might have to get a chartreuse pair.
"Get red ones, bambina," the giant squid chuckled. "Then when you're out in the rain where you're NOT SUPPOSED TO BE, I'll match the color of your tush to the galoshes."
Rethinking this purchase...
There was an article about how to improve our lives... 101 things to do before you're 40. Oops. Maybe before I'm 50.
And... 1001 books everyone should read before they die. I was exhausted just reading the list - gave up after 200.
Good news category: I have gained six pounds! I know that makes a few of you roll your eyes but for me, it's really a big deal. I have a super high metabolic rate and am on maximum thyroid dosage to control it but I still burn calories like crazy. I mentioned that spanking burns a lot of calories... and maybe it's something that should only be done sweetly and gently...
Did you hear him laugh? Most of Polynesia did. Tsk and double tsk.
More good news: Was able to acquire a LOT of really fine chocolate. Filled Cowboy's duffel with most of it. I told him we needed to purchase another bag for our things because we ran out of room for everything. He told me to eat some chocolate... LOL! I ended up shipping it home, the chocolate - not our clothes.
...And last, it's September, the countdown to the holiday season begins. In just a few weeks the leaves will put on a spectacular show in our backyard and everywhere else leaves turn. The pups and I will roll in the piles someone will rake. I'll try out my new recipes - mostly pies and tarts for this year's festivities.
The first holiday is just around the corner - Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. The food for that holiday will be extra spectacular this year. I've made a list of who is invited and most will be the fine young men from Bull's Marine unit as well as a few Navy SEALS Cowboy wants to include. I'll have to make a lot of food to feed that crowd and I'm really looking forward to it.
Okay, just a couple more days to enjoy the beach and then back to home base. Will post another update after we get back.
~Sar~
SWAT!
Laughing softly... but I assure you, it was worth it.
Before he decides to spill any beans... I want you to know I was perfectly well mannered and an angel the whole time we've been away. It almost killed me!
I see he did mention one or two incidents of nudity. Welllll, what's a little nudity on holiday? There was a full moon + a beautiful beach + a little wine. He had to know I couldn't resist. And he wasn't exactly immune either - he took pictures to bribe me with later.
Ohhhhhh puleeeeeeze. That's not going to work but the pics I took of him... I'll bet that will work very well for anything I might need ammunition for. I wonder how much The Navy Times would pay for those pics... hmmm
SWAT!
The burning question... were there any spankings while on vacation? What do YOU think?
Tsk.
Called home regularly. Had Bull put me on speakerphone so the pups could hear my voice. Both whined something awful each time I called. Not sure if it's because they miss me or the fact that Bull didn't share any wine or beer with them. He said I needed to get home soon - not much in the way of food left. The behemoth ate EVERYTHING in both freezers and the only thing left in the pantry is flour and sugar and a few other baking supplies. I hope he didn't eat any of the dog food...
Picked up a New York Times newspaper here - galoshes are the newest fashion trend. They showed pictures of them in all colors and plaids and polka dots and stripes and even op art. It rains where we live... I might have to get a chartreuse pair.
"Get red ones, bambina," the giant squid chuckled. "Then when you're out in the rain where you're NOT SUPPOSED TO BE, I'll match the color of your tush to the galoshes."
Rethinking this purchase...
There was an article about how to improve our lives... 101 things to do before you're 40. Oops. Maybe before I'm 50.
And... 1001 books everyone should read before they die. I was exhausted just reading the list - gave up after 200.
Good news category: I have gained six pounds! I know that makes a few of you roll your eyes but for me, it's really a big deal. I have a super high metabolic rate and am on maximum thyroid dosage to control it but I still burn calories like crazy. I mentioned that spanking burns a lot of calories... and maybe it's something that should only be done sweetly and gently...
Did you hear him laugh? Most of Polynesia did. Tsk and double tsk.
More good news: Was able to acquire a LOT of really fine chocolate. Filled Cowboy's duffel with most of it. I told him we needed to purchase another bag for our things because we ran out of room for everything. He told me to eat some chocolate... LOL! I ended up shipping it home, the chocolate - not our clothes.
...And last, it's September, the countdown to the holiday season begins. In just a few weeks the leaves will put on a spectacular show in our backyard and everywhere else leaves turn. The pups and I will roll in the piles someone will rake. I'll try out my new recipes - mostly pies and tarts for this year's festivities.
The first holiday is just around the corner - Rosh Hashanah, the Jewish New Year. The food for that holiday will be extra spectacular this year. I've made a list of who is invited and most will be the fine young men from Bull's Marine unit as well as a few Navy SEALS Cowboy wants to include. I'll have to make a lot of food to feed that crowd and I'm really looking forward to it.
Okay, just a couple more days to enjoy the beach and then back to home base. Will post another update after we get back.
~Sar~
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Like Royalty...
I feel like royalty. We've been on holiday on Bora Bora, a magnificently beautiful place. Yesterday we flew to Tahiti - not too far from Bora Bora and also in French Polynesia. We're in Papeete, the capital city of Tahiti and it's as beautiful as Bora Bora. There's beaches and village shopping and I'm not sure what else yet. I'm both wired and tired from all the holiday activities and the giant squid didn't even have to threaten me with his big paws to take a nap.
I'm currently napping...
I have limited internet access but wanted to let you know all is well. On Bora Bora we had a lot of "couple" time which was glorious. We ate LARGE and often. Some European big-busted bimbo honeymooning with her "daddy" sat at our breakfast table in the hotel a few mornings in a row. She commented that I seem to have a hearty appetite.
"How many meals a day can she eat like that?" Bimbala asked the giant squid simultaneously batting her eyelashes. (I was waiting for one of them to fall in her cereal bowl. If it did, I was going to yell SPIDER and start a riot!)
"She only eats one meal a day," Cowboy answered. "It starts shortly after she wakes up and usually ends when she goes to bed. Sometimes she gets up for a snack in the middle of the night."
There was sudden silence at our table.
Not sure if it's because bimbala was stunned or the fact that I reached over and stuffed a large Danish in the squid's mouth.
Ahh well... He wants me to gain weight and I did put on a few pounds. It seems all of the food establishments we frequented for breakfast had these fresh baked CHOCOLATE donuts with CHOCOLATE icing and stuffed with CHOCOLATE cream. I ate a lot of those before tackling eggs, pancakes and whatever. And... they had CHICORY coffee. Sheer heaven!
French food and Polynesian food - FABULOUS! I pigged out! 'Twas glorious! You could order from the menu or enjoy the continuous buffets!
Cowboy wanted to make sure others got to the buffet before I did. He wanted to be sure there'd be enough food for everyone else and he also said it was embarrassing to hold two extra plates for me but I assured him I could come back and have seconds, etc.
"Only seconds?"
Tsk.
"It's not like I eat like a marine," I reminded him.
"Not just one marine, bambina. More like a entire unit."
Double tsk.
Other than eating... we shopped. Bought great island hats, several sarongs and admired the wonderful island art in quite a few galleries. Interesting sarongs... some cover you from the breasts down, others from the waist and a few only from the hips. Naturally I wanted to know if natives went topless... it seems the waist and hip sarongs were meant for men... tsk. Bought a couple of "hip" ones for me for our private times. Bought one for Cowboy too. That should be interesting to see.
Beach time: Ohhhhhhh my. Very very nice. The squid got a lot of exercise chasing me... mostly at night. He has this annoying problem about my naked dancing but that might be partly his Cornwall-ish ancestry on his father's side. When his Italian mother was still with us, she assured me Cowboy's father was constantly chasing her too. See - it runs in the family.
Then there were the supper clubs and dancing. We did a lot of that. And because we're such a shy couple... we did a few impromptu tangos. A couple of those got the squid hot and bothered...
SWAT!
... so I made sure to repeat all those tango steps when we got back to our room.
I see the squid has been busy making changes to the blog, some nice, others I have to think about. But he DID add the "moon phases" pic on the right side. I thanked him for letting me know when the moon is full because he knows I adore dancing naked under it. He said...
"That's to let me know when to expect you to try to sneak out of the house, imp. A few days before and after - I'll be warming that tush of yours."
Tsk. I shouldn't have thanked him so quickly.
SWAT!
Double tsk.
I know some of you have sent email - my inbox is brimming. I'm not ignoring you. Because of the limited internet access while we're away, I haven't had a chance to read much of my email. We'll be routing home sometime next week - via Hawaii. I'll have more time then to get to it and reply; the rest will have to wait till we're home.
~Sar~
I'm currently napping...
I have limited internet access but wanted to let you know all is well. On Bora Bora we had a lot of "couple" time which was glorious. We ate LARGE and often. Some European big-busted bimbo honeymooning with her "daddy" sat at our breakfast table in the hotel a few mornings in a row. She commented that I seem to have a hearty appetite.
"How many meals a day can she eat like that?" Bimbala asked the giant squid simultaneously batting her eyelashes. (I was waiting for one of them to fall in her cereal bowl. If it did, I was going to yell SPIDER and start a riot!)
"She only eats one meal a day," Cowboy answered. "It starts shortly after she wakes up and usually ends when she goes to bed. Sometimes she gets up for a snack in the middle of the night."
There was sudden silence at our table.
Not sure if it's because bimbala was stunned or the fact that I reached over and stuffed a large Danish in the squid's mouth.
Ahh well... He wants me to gain weight and I did put on a few pounds. It seems all of the food establishments we frequented for breakfast had these fresh baked CHOCOLATE donuts with CHOCOLATE icing and stuffed with CHOCOLATE cream. I ate a lot of those before tackling eggs, pancakes and whatever. And... they had CHICORY coffee. Sheer heaven!
French food and Polynesian food - FABULOUS! I pigged out! 'Twas glorious! You could order from the menu or enjoy the continuous buffets!
Cowboy wanted to make sure others got to the buffet before I did. He wanted to be sure there'd be enough food for everyone else and he also said it was embarrassing to hold two extra plates for me but I assured him I could come back and have seconds, etc.
"Only seconds?"
Tsk.
"It's not like I eat like a marine," I reminded him.
"Not just one marine, bambina. More like a entire unit."
Double tsk.
Other than eating... we shopped. Bought great island hats, several sarongs and admired the wonderful island art in quite a few galleries. Interesting sarongs... some cover you from the breasts down, others from the waist and a few only from the hips. Naturally I wanted to know if natives went topless... it seems the waist and hip sarongs were meant for men... tsk. Bought a couple of "hip" ones for me for our private times. Bought one for Cowboy too. That should be interesting to see.
Beach time: Ohhhhhhh my. Very very nice. The squid got a lot of exercise chasing me... mostly at night. He has this annoying problem about my naked dancing but that might be partly his Cornwall-ish ancestry on his father's side. When his Italian mother was still with us, she assured me Cowboy's father was constantly chasing her too. See - it runs in the family.
Then there were the supper clubs and dancing. We did a lot of that. And because we're such a shy couple... we did a few impromptu tangos. A couple of those got the squid hot and bothered...
SWAT!
... so I made sure to repeat all those tango steps when we got back to our room.
I see the squid has been busy making changes to the blog, some nice, others I have to think about. But he DID add the "moon phases" pic on the right side. I thanked him for letting me know when the moon is full because he knows I adore dancing naked under it. He said...
"That's to let me know when to expect you to try to sneak out of the house, imp. A few days before and after - I'll be warming that tush of yours."
Tsk. I shouldn't have thanked him so quickly.
SWAT!
Double tsk.
I know some of you have sent email - my inbox is brimming. I'm not ignoring you. Because of the limited internet access while we're away, I haven't had a chance to read much of my email. We'll be routing home sometime next week - via Hawaii. I'll have more time then to get to it and reply; the rest will have to wait till we're home.
~Sar~
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Still here
We are still away from home as I write this. My wife is dozing on the balcony of the bungalow we are renting. It overlooks the lagoon. There is a bit of a breeze but it is a warm one and as long as it stays that way I'll let her sleep. We're both a little tan - we spend most of the day out on the beach. After lunch I take her shopping or insist she stay in and get a bit of rest. So far she hasn't objected. I have ways of keeping her entertained.
While a lot of folks are battling high winds and heavy rain and flooding, we have been lucky weather wise. It's mostly a warm sun with temps in the high 70s. Nighttime is mid to high 60s - perfect beach weather. We've had the occasional shower but they are brief and surprisingly warm. We were on the beach when one occurred and Sar was determined to stay outside. That was ok. I think that surprised the imp even more than when we went to bed with the windows wide open.
It didn't take long for her to ingratiate herself with staff that services the hotels, restaurants and tourist boats. Sar's always been curious about everything. Fortunately folks here are a friendly bunch. She's managed to get into a couple of restaurant kitchens and watch them make dishes she likes. A few of the chefs speak French or the Tahitian language and little English but that hasn't stopped Sar. I think they're impressed a vacationing tourist is interested in how some of the dishes are made. The imp's not averse to helping herself to the rich French Valrhona chocolate they use in their desserts. (I gave them a bit of cash to pay for what she eats.)
We've seen quite a lot of marine life, mostly sea turtles and odd configurations that might be starfish or some form of coral. Sar picked up an unusual piece on the ocean side of the reef and dropped it in a hurry when it moved in her hand. Had to laugh. She squealed like she does when the occasional oversized spider shows up in our house before the cats get to it. When that happens the sweet gentle lady turns into warrior woman and massacres it. Here, it just got dropped back to the sand.
There's a shark tank nearby where folks can feed them. Sar passed on that opportunity. There's also some scuba diving activities. I took her in the water with me but instead of checking out what was under the sea, she scuba-ed me. Things deteriorated and stuff happened. Don't have to rent scuba gear to do that - we can do that in the bungalow. Yeah, good things followed.
Did I tell you she wears a bathing suit most of the day? Not too revealing but enough skin shows that I keep an eye on her. Between the sun and the water and dancing in the hotel clubs at night we're both sleeping like logs. I'm damned pleased at her appetite and the rest she's getting. When I notice she's giving others an eyeful, I remind myself I'm the lucky guy that takes her home.
Into mischief? A resounding yes! The other day when I objected to the thong bikini she came out to the beach in the early evening, went behind the bungalow wearing a mumu-like dress and a big brim hat. Then she dropped the mumu and was NUDE underneath. Didn't waste any time tackling the imp to the sand and warming her butt before covering her up. In case you're wondering she reminded me I'm a neanderthal.
Yeah, that's me.
Cowboy
While a lot of folks are battling high winds and heavy rain and flooding, we have been lucky weather wise. It's mostly a warm sun with temps in the high 70s. Nighttime is mid to high 60s - perfect beach weather. We've had the occasional shower but they are brief and surprisingly warm. We were on the beach when one occurred and Sar was determined to stay outside. That was ok. I think that surprised the imp even more than when we went to bed with the windows wide open.
It didn't take long for her to ingratiate herself with staff that services the hotels, restaurants and tourist boats. Sar's always been curious about everything. Fortunately folks here are a friendly bunch. She's managed to get into a couple of restaurant kitchens and watch them make dishes she likes. A few of the chefs speak French or the Tahitian language and little English but that hasn't stopped Sar. I think they're impressed a vacationing tourist is interested in how some of the dishes are made. The imp's not averse to helping herself to the rich French Valrhona chocolate they use in their desserts. (I gave them a bit of cash to pay for what she eats.)
We've seen quite a lot of marine life, mostly sea turtles and odd configurations that might be starfish or some form of coral. Sar picked up an unusual piece on the ocean side of the reef and dropped it in a hurry when it moved in her hand. Had to laugh. She squealed like she does when the occasional oversized spider shows up in our house before the cats get to it. When that happens the sweet gentle lady turns into warrior woman and massacres it. Here, it just got dropped back to the sand.
There's a shark tank nearby where folks can feed them. Sar passed on that opportunity. There's also some scuba diving activities. I took her in the water with me but instead of checking out what was under the sea, she scuba-ed me. Things deteriorated and stuff happened. Don't have to rent scuba gear to do that - we can do that in the bungalow. Yeah, good things followed.
Did I tell you she wears a bathing suit most of the day? Not too revealing but enough skin shows that I keep an eye on her. Between the sun and the water and dancing in the hotel clubs at night we're both sleeping like logs. I'm damned pleased at her appetite and the rest she's getting. When I notice she's giving others an eyeful, I remind myself I'm the lucky guy that takes her home.
Into mischief? A resounding yes! The other day when I objected to the thong bikini she came out to the beach in the early evening, went behind the bungalow wearing a mumu-like dress and a big brim hat. Then she dropped the mumu and was NUDE underneath. Didn't waste any time tackling the imp to the sand and warming her butt before covering her up. In case you're wondering she reminded me I'm a neanderthal.
Yeah, that's me.
Cowboy
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Checking in--
Cowboy here a.k.a. CEO of Neanderthals, Inc. More about that later.
We took a flight out to Honolulu - enjoyed the company of friends and the beach for a few days, then took off before we were aware a hurricane was headed that way and flew to our final destination - Bora Bora in French Polynesia. This is a giant atoll - an island surrounded by a lagoon and a barrier reef which is a ring of land around the lagoon. Transportation from the airport was by boat and was one of the few times in our lives that my wife was stunned into silence. She, as well as I, am amazed by the beauty of this place.
I was here briefly many years ago and I knew Sar would love it. It's a favorite honeymoon destination. Most of the hotel guests are newlyweds. A perfect place to celebrate our anniversary - another honeymoon for us.
We're staying at a nice hotel and will remain here for about a week. This morning we had breakfast on the veranda overlooking the blue water. A good thing about staying at the beach is that Sar tends to eat more and if by chance she gains a few pounds, that would make me happy.
Lots of bikinis on the beach and when Sar put one on, I told her no. Thong bikinis are for our personal beach - a regular bikini gives enough of a show. Yeah, I'm a stickler for who gets to see what belongs to me. I did the packing and I didn't pack that one-- the imp must have slipped it into her bag of snacks. Damn thing is the size of 3 postage stamps. She could have put it in her cosmetic bag and nobody would notice. She wears a thong bikini - everybody notices. My wife is in her mid-40s and makes ladies 20 years younger envy her figure.
Might move into one of the bungalows on the reef next week when one becomes available. The bungalows are on stilts and there's a more private beach there. She can wear her thong bikini then. There's also a boat shuttle back and forth across the lagoon to the larger island so we can enjoy the restaurants and other amenities as well as the more public beach.
Ok-- about the Neanderthal bit. In Hawaii we were with old and dear friends. The lady of the house is a nudist. Need I say more? Bad enough my wife likes to dance naked under the full moon. When we're here Sar thinks it's ok to dance naked EVERY night. The couple we're staying with are Liam and Anne, mentioned in a story Sar just posted. For a lady in her mid-50s she's one heck of a gorgeous woman.
Liam and I walked in on them - out on the deck just after nightfall. Both are naked as the day they were born. Sar is teaching Anne a few dance steps. I don't remember what I said but they both looked at me like I had 2 heads. Liam laughed, told me how lucky I was - as if I didn't know - and stepped in front of his naked wife. Need help with those, he asked and put his hands on her breasts.
I grabbed Sar - tossed her over my shoulder and delivered a couple of hard swats. She yelled and called me a bully and a few other choice epithets and reminded me that the house was tucked away on a private beach.
Uh huh. Like that matters. We had a private discussion - mostly my hand and her tush but a brief one. I didn't want to make her hurt. I wanted to let her know that naked in our backyard is one thing - everywhere else no matter how close our friends is something else.
Ergo: I'm CEO of Neanderthals, Inc.
The next day I bought her one of those bandana things that tie around her bosom and a sarong for the rest of her.
So-- the next night Sar and Anne wear matching bandana/sarong outfits and dance on the edge of the water. Yeah-- in the middle of the dance they strip. I'm off the deck and chasing that imp of mine. She's laughing. I catch her, tackle her to the sand and promise sweet things if she behaves. She informs me she *is* behaving. A couple of swats later I cover her with my tee shirt. Yeah-- just so happens that dance etc woke up the band. Good things followed. I bought a few more sarongs for the Bora Bora part of the trip. We bid Liam and Anne goodbye and moved on.
Plan to spend a bit of time in Tahiti before going home. Right now we're enjoying Bora Bora, one of the most beautiful spots on the planet.
Sar sends regards and says she needs to make me crazy a few more times before she posts. Only a few? She's been making me crazy for years. Tomorrow's our anniversary - our 25th. Little did I know when I married that cute little 19 year old gal that I'd be more in love with her now than I ever thought possible.
Cowboy
We took a flight out to Honolulu - enjoyed the company of friends and the beach for a few days, then took off before we were aware a hurricane was headed that way and flew to our final destination - Bora Bora in French Polynesia. This is a giant atoll - an island surrounded by a lagoon and a barrier reef which is a ring of land around the lagoon. Transportation from the airport was by boat and was one of the few times in our lives that my wife was stunned into silence. She, as well as I, am amazed by the beauty of this place.
I was here briefly many years ago and I knew Sar would love it. It's a favorite honeymoon destination. Most of the hotel guests are newlyweds. A perfect place to celebrate our anniversary - another honeymoon for us.
We're staying at a nice hotel and will remain here for about a week. This morning we had breakfast on the veranda overlooking the blue water. A good thing about staying at the beach is that Sar tends to eat more and if by chance she gains a few pounds, that would make me happy.
Lots of bikinis on the beach and when Sar put one on, I told her no. Thong bikinis are for our personal beach - a regular bikini gives enough of a show. Yeah, I'm a stickler for who gets to see what belongs to me. I did the packing and I didn't pack that one-- the imp must have slipped it into her bag of snacks. Damn thing is the size of 3 postage stamps. She could have put it in her cosmetic bag and nobody would notice. She wears a thong bikini - everybody notices. My wife is in her mid-40s and makes ladies 20 years younger envy her figure.
Might move into one of the bungalows on the reef next week when one becomes available. The bungalows are on stilts and there's a more private beach there. She can wear her thong bikini then. There's also a boat shuttle back and forth across the lagoon to the larger island so we can enjoy the restaurants and other amenities as well as the more public beach.
Ok-- about the Neanderthal bit. In Hawaii we were with old and dear friends. The lady of the house is a nudist. Need I say more? Bad enough my wife likes to dance naked under the full moon. When we're here Sar thinks it's ok to dance naked EVERY night. The couple we're staying with are Liam and Anne, mentioned in a story Sar just posted. For a lady in her mid-50s she's one heck of a gorgeous woman.
Liam and I walked in on them - out on the deck just after nightfall. Both are naked as the day they were born. Sar is teaching Anne a few dance steps. I don't remember what I said but they both looked at me like I had 2 heads. Liam laughed, told me how lucky I was - as if I didn't know - and stepped in front of his naked wife. Need help with those, he asked and put his hands on her breasts.
I grabbed Sar - tossed her over my shoulder and delivered a couple of hard swats. She yelled and called me a bully and a few other choice epithets and reminded me that the house was tucked away on a private beach.
Uh huh. Like that matters. We had a private discussion - mostly my hand and her tush but a brief one. I didn't want to make her hurt. I wanted to let her know that naked in our backyard is one thing - everywhere else no matter how close our friends is something else.
Ergo: I'm CEO of Neanderthals, Inc.
The next day I bought her one of those bandana things that tie around her bosom and a sarong for the rest of her.
So-- the next night Sar and Anne wear matching bandana/sarong outfits and dance on the edge of the water. Yeah-- in the middle of the dance they strip. I'm off the deck and chasing that imp of mine. She's laughing. I catch her, tackle her to the sand and promise sweet things if she behaves. She informs me she *is* behaving. A couple of swats later I cover her with my tee shirt. Yeah-- just so happens that dance etc woke up the band. Good things followed. I bought a few more sarongs for the Bora Bora part of the trip. We bid Liam and Anne goodbye and moved on.
Plan to spend a bit of time in Tahiti before going home. Right now we're enjoying Bora Bora, one of the most beautiful spots on the planet.
Sar sends regards and says she needs to make me crazy a few more times before she posts. Only a few? She's been making me crazy for years. Tomorrow's our anniversary - our 25th. Little did I know when I married that cute little 19 year old gal that I'd be more in love with her now than I ever thought possible.
Cowboy
Wednesday, August 08, 2007
Leaving...
We're at the gate waiting for our flight to be called. Cowboy is at the snack bar getting coffee for us. I already had a few snacks...
It was hard saying goodbye to the menagerie. The pups whined but the cats react differently when they think they've been left out of things. DomTom nipped my ear; he doesn't approve of my travel arrangements with Cowboy. He thinks even less of our sharing a bed... Miss Emmy crawled under the bed and will probably stay there most of the time.
Because I live in a nut house...
The other night I was online chatting with friends when I heard Miss Emmy make a sound that roughly translates to near death. I rushed downstairs...
It seems BullyBoy was holding a wide-mouth jar of peanut butter between his paws and was trying to lick the remnants off the bottom and sides of it. Miss Emmy came over to sniff what he was eating. Being the friendly slob that he is, he thumped his tail and licked her face in greeting.
THE SKY IS FALLING! DOOMSDAY! UNCLEAN! And ICKKKKK!
Peanut butter residue and dog slobber all over Miss Emmy's face.
Naturally the cat's reaction got the Rott's attention as well as Cowboy's... Not knowing why the cat was saying ugly words, BullyBoy tried to console her... by licking her face!
She ran out of the room and rushed to Archie, the ancient bloodhound for protection. The old guy was asleep in the laundry room and had slept through the turmoil. Miss Emmy dashed under one of his long long ears to hide thus coating the underside of his ear with dog slobber and peanut butter.
It tickled... He woke up and bayed. This caused the Rott to start barking. The other cat jumped on top of the clothes dryer hissing and spitting. Since everyone else was following the cats, BullyBoy went back to the peanut butter jar. That animal has his priorities in order.
Cowboy started yelling - another male out of control...
SWAT!
Hey!! I didn't do anything! Tsk.
I grabbed Miss Emmy, soaked a washcloth and washed her face clean of stuff and left her to rewash it on her own - we humans never get it right. Cowboy cleaned Archie's ear and assured him they were the only two sane males in the house and that sometimes, life's a bitch.
Double tsk!
SWAT!
"Heyyyyy. I was just repeating what YOU said!"
"Who gave that peanut butter to the mastiff?"
"It's HIS jar of peanut butter."
"You don't give peanut butter to dogs."
"Tsk. I'm not letting him eat out of MY jar."
"Sarrrrrr!"
"If a dog can drink Budweiser, a jar of Skippy peanut butter isn't going to kill him."
Needless to say, if I repeated what the giant squid said I wouldn't be sitting comfortably on the flight.
...And lookee here. Some of the flight attendants have wandered over to the snack bar to chat it up with Cowboy. I guess they don't realize those humonguous hands have multiple skills.
I love watching women flirt with my husband. I especially love the looks on their faces when I show up and slip my arm through his or reach up for a kiss. Yes, I'm evil.
Okay, need another snack. They're doing those pre-flight things at the podium and will call our flight in a few minutes. I'll try to pop in and let you know how we are, where we are, and whether or not the giant squid is behaving.
SWAT!
LOL!
~Sar~
It was hard saying goodbye to the menagerie. The pups whined but the cats react differently when they think they've been left out of things. DomTom nipped my ear; he doesn't approve of my travel arrangements with Cowboy. He thinks even less of our sharing a bed... Miss Emmy crawled under the bed and will probably stay there most of the time.
Because I live in a nut house...
The other night I was online chatting with friends when I heard Miss Emmy make a sound that roughly translates to near death. I rushed downstairs...
It seems BullyBoy was holding a wide-mouth jar of peanut butter between his paws and was trying to lick the remnants off the bottom and sides of it. Miss Emmy came over to sniff what he was eating. Being the friendly slob that he is, he thumped his tail and licked her face in greeting.
THE SKY IS FALLING! DOOMSDAY! UNCLEAN! And ICKKKKK!
Peanut butter residue and dog slobber all over Miss Emmy's face.
Naturally the cat's reaction got the Rott's attention as well as Cowboy's... Not knowing why the cat was saying ugly words, BullyBoy tried to console her... by licking her face!
She ran out of the room and rushed to Archie, the ancient bloodhound for protection. The old guy was asleep in the laundry room and had slept through the turmoil. Miss Emmy dashed under one of his long long ears to hide thus coating the underside of his ear with dog slobber and peanut butter.
It tickled... He woke up and bayed. This caused the Rott to start barking. The other cat jumped on top of the clothes dryer hissing and spitting. Since everyone else was following the cats, BullyBoy went back to the peanut butter jar. That animal has his priorities in order.
Cowboy started yelling - another male out of control...
SWAT!
Hey!! I didn't do anything! Tsk.
I grabbed Miss Emmy, soaked a washcloth and washed her face clean of stuff and left her to rewash it on her own - we humans never get it right. Cowboy cleaned Archie's ear and assured him they were the only two sane males in the house and that sometimes, life's a bitch.
Double tsk!
SWAT!
"Heyyyyy. I was just repeating what YOU said!"
"Who gave that peanut butter to the mastiff?"
"It's HIS jar of peanut butter."
"You don't give peanut butter to dogs."
"Tsk. I'm not letting him eat out of MY jar."
"Sarrrrrr!"
"If a dog can drink Budweiser, a jar of Skippy peanut butter isn't going to kill him."
Needless to say, if I repeated what the giant squid said I wouldn't be sitting comfortably on the flight.
...And lookee here. Some of the flight attendants have wandered over to the snack bar to chat it up with Cowboy. I guess they don't realize those humonguous hands have multiple skills.
I love watching women flirt with my husband. I especially love the looks on their faces when I show up and slip my arm through his or reach up for a kiss. Yes, I'm evil.
Okay, need another snack. They're doing those pre-flight things at the podium and will call our flight in a few minutes. I'll try to pop in and let you know how we are, where we are, and whether or not the giant squid is behaving.
SWAT!
LOL!
~Sar~
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