He's been in Europe, probably working a 7 - 3 shift, eating gourmet meals and spending leisurely afternoons on the beach ogling the bikini clad women. The women, in turn, are flirting like crazy and flaunting their charms at the giant squid.
I'm gonna smack him upside the head when he gets home.
Meanwhile, on the home front, I'm not sleeping much. I don't stay up too late; I get sleepy and jump into the sack with Cowpoke, the squid's clone. I sprayed the doll with Cowboy's after-shave and I snuggle up with it, put the doll's arms around me and that's okay for a while. But it doesn't whisper in my ear or pull me back into an embrace if I roll over.
I'm definitely gonna smack the giant squid upside the head for leaving me at home.
I wake up about 3 a.m. most nights. If the squid was home, he'd cuddle me back to sleep. He's not at home so I get up and eat something and then work in my studio until I'm falling on my face and fall asleep again. Sometimes I make it back to bed; other times I wake up on the futon in my studio when BullyBoy licks my face 'cause the beastie has to go out to pee.
If the squid was home this would never happen. First, I'd still be in bed; next, he'd let the dogs out. I should smack him when he gets home.
We've been eating large. We ate an entire gallon of lime sherbet - the pups and I - so when Cowboy called and asked if I've eaten anything green, I could honestly say I did and lots of it.
Taking the Husky to obedience trials next week; he's a smart pup and has learned the basic commands very quickly. He still gets naughty with the female Rott; she still bites him on the nose when he gets too familiar. I'm interviewing prospective owners for him; he'll be ready to move to his "forever" home in no time.
There's this really cute guy who runs the obedience trials... since Cowboy is away, I may have to flirt with him. If the squid was home, he'd be with me and I'd keep my distance but since he flew off to Europe and left me alone...
My neighbor, MsKeptWoman, asked me to go shopping with her. Her sugar daddy is flying in from Belgium and she needs new lingerie. I grabbed Cowboy's extra credit card - the one he said to use if I had an emergency - and went with her. I bought the prettiest under things! The only thing is... I forgot to keep track of how much I spent but since the credit card company didn't reject any of the charges, I'm guessing I didn't hit the credit limit.
I'm thinking if I wear some of the new lingerie and hold a peach cobbler in my hand... that might make the giant squid forget about the credit card bill. That's what happens when I'm left alone to fend for myself when he flies off to Europe.
I was going to get the outside deck resealed. We got a lot of rain this winter and Cowboy wanted it done while he was away. But... Nordstrom's had a huge sale on shoes... a new chocolate shoppe just opened and I wanted to support the local economy and buy a little of everything they make, the pups needed new collars, and I saw some beautiful batik fabric I had to have... And besides, men should get the decks resealed; women should spend their money.
Is that a sexist attitude?
Too bad.
And if he complains about any of this, I'm gonna smack him upside the head! (Then I'm gonna get the hell out of Dodge!)
~Sar~
Note: I haven't been able to access my email for a while. Yahoo assures me it will be fixed any minute now - that was a few days ago.
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Alone Again...
Deserted.
Abandoned.
Left at the altar.
Neglected.
Cowboy went out of town - out of the country, actually. He left me to eat all the ice cream by myself. It's a monumental task but I'll do my best. I made a fresh pan of tiramisu to eat in between quarts of Rocky Road and French Vanilla.
"I expect you to eat nutritious while I'm away," the big guy said before he left.
... Hmmm... Did he say nutritious or delicious? I vote for delicious. Nobody squeal.
I'm sleeping with Cowboy's clone. It had a disastrous accident when Cowboy came home from night duty once and found me asleep with the clone's anatomically correct body sleeping behind me, its arms around me. He tossed it across the room and let the pups have a go at it. They did a canine style autopsy on it and I had a devil of a time putting Humpty Dumpty back together again. It has a few scars but "everything" has been reattached. I hate sleeping alone.
"I bought you a body pillow," the same big guy reminded me before he left. "Sleep with that."
... Uh... sure.
"And make sure you get to bed at a decent hour. I don't want you up all night on the computer."
While the cat's away...
Moving right along...
Got a new foster this week, a handsome Husky pup with those beautiful neon-blue eyes. He has no manners, some undesirable habits and has been returned to the shelter twice. Very unruly behavior.
He's bright as a whip! I let him run around like a squirrel on uppers and when he finally plopped down in front of me - exhausted and tongue hanging out - I checked him out. He's in great physical shape plus clean ears, clean teeth, wicked naughty grin.
He's a jumper and a nipper. He nipped BullyBoy.
Big mistake. BullyBoy rolled over him and sat on his head.
Not sure but I think the Rotts laughed.
Jumping is easy to cure. There are several ways. One way is a knee in a dog's chest when it jumps, the command OFF! and quickly turn your back. I don't always raise my knee - if the dog is large and heavier than me, I can injure my knee. I usually say "UH-UH!" loudly and then turn my back. It takes a few repetitions but usually takes care of the problem in no time. Naturally, the command has to be reinforced regularly if the pup slips back into the bad habit. Lots of praise (and bits of dried liver or chicken) when the pup is behaving correctly.
So... the Husky jumped my Rott, Panda. She reared up and bit his nose. That's another way to cure jumping.
We had a super Easter dinner with good friends and Passover is around the corner. I hope the giant squid will be home in time to enjoy it. If he isn't, I'll have to sacrifice the main meal and concentrate on all the desserts. I've been cooking and baking like crazy to try new recipes.
Swooooon
Passover Brownies - Passover Honey cake - Passover Lemon Cheesecake - Citrus Sponge Cake and Caramel Matzoh Crunch.
Main meal has two entrees: Veal with wild mushrooms and red wine and Passover Pot roast - both moist and delicious.
Side dishes are Apple Matzoh Kugel, the traditional hard boiled eggs, carrot ring and charoset. I generally make an apple/walnut charoset but this year, I'm adding two others - apricot/pistachio charoset, which I think is Sephardic and another made with apples/walnuts/dates/bananas and raisins. Is that healthy or what?
Not sure I'm making soup this year but there will be a fresh salad buffet so no one can say I was skimpy on the veggies.
Patrick will ask the four questions. If Cowboy isn't back in time, I will venture some creative answers... Patrick will also hide the "afekomen" and I will bribe him to give it to me so I can ask for a pony. One year, when he was much younger, he fell asleep during dinner and couldn't remember where he hid it. We turned the house upside down looking for it. Never found it but I still think BullyBoy ate it.
~Sar~
Abandoned.
Left at the altar.
Neglected.
Cowboy went out of town - out of the country, actually. He left me to eat all the ice cream by myself. It's a monumental task but I'll do my best. I made a fresh pan of tiramisu to eat in between quarts of Rocky Road and French Vanilla.
"I expect you to eat nutritious while I'm away," the big guy said before he left.
... Hmmm... Did he say nutritious or delicious? I vote for delicious. Nobody squeal.
I'm sleeping with Cowboy's clone. It had a disastrous accident when Cowboy came home from night duty once and found me asleep with the clone's anatomically correct body sleeping behind me, its arms around me. He tossed it across the room and let the pups have a go at it. They did a canine style autopsy on it and I had a devil of a time putting Humpty Dumpty back together again. It has a few scars but "everything" has been reattached. I hate sleeping alone.
"I bought you a body pillow," the same big guy reminded me before he left. "Sleep with that."
... Uh... sure.
"And make sure you get to bed at a decent hour. I don't want you up all night on the computer."
While the cat's away...
Moving right along...
Got a new foster this week, a handsome Husky pup with those beautiful neon-blue eyes. He has no manners, some undesirable habits and has been returned to the shelter twice. Very unruly behavior.
He's bright as a whip! I let him run around like a squirrel on uppers and when he finally plopped down in front of me - exhausted and tongue hanging out - I checked him out. He's in great physical shape plus clean ears, clean teeth, wicked naughty grin.
He's a jumper and a nipper. He nipped BullyBoy.
Big mistake. BullyBoy rolled over him and sat on his head.
Not sure but I think the Rotts laughed.
Jumping is easy to cure. There are several ways. One way is a knee in a dog's chest when it jumps, the command OFF! and quickly turn your back. I don't always raise my knee - if the dog is large and heavier than me, I can injure my knee. I usually say "UH-UH!" loudly and then turn my back. It takes a few repetitions but usually takes care of the problem in no time. Naturally, the command has to be reinforced regularly if the pup slips back into the bad habit. Lots of praise (and bits of dried liver or chicken) when the pup is behaving correctly.
So... the Husky jumped my Rott, Panda. She reared up and bit his nose. That's another way to cure jumping.
We had a super Easter dinner with good friends and Passover is around the corner. I hope the giant squid will be home in time to enjoy it. If he isn't, I'll have to sacrifice the main meal and concentrate on all the desserts. I've been cooking and baking like crazy to try new recipes.
Swooooon
Passover Brownies - Passover Honey cake - Passover Lemon Cheesecake - Citrus Sponge Cake and Caramel Matzoh Crunch.
Main meal has two entrees: Veal with wild mushrooms and red wine and Passover Pot roast - both moist and delicious.
Side dishes are Apple Matzoh Kugel, the traditional hard boiled eggs, carrot ring and charoset. I generally make an apple/walnut charoset but this year, I'm adding two others - apricot/pistachio charoset, which I think is Sephardic and another made with apples/walnuts/dates/bananas and raisins. Is that healthy or what?
Not sure I'm making soup this year but there will be a fresh salad buffet so no one can say I was skimpy on the veggies.
Patrick will ask the four questions. If Cowboy isn't back in time, I will venture some creative answers... Patrick will also hide the "afekomen" and I will bribe him to give it to me so I can ask for a pony. One year, when he was much younger, he fell asleep during dinner and couldn't remember where he hid it. We turned the house upside down looking for it. Never found it but I still think BullyBoy ate it.
~Sar~
Friday, April 04, 2008
Quick Note
Cowboy here. I see we haven't updated this page in a while. Sar is busy trying to meet deadlines so I thought I'd drop you a line or 2. The surgeries she had a few months ago kept her from doing too much in her studio. She's way behind in delivering contracted work so she's been back at it daily, working about 10-12 hour days, probably more if I'm not at home.
Then there was baking for David and Bull to take when they deployed, then Easter baking. Now Passover is around the corner. I brought takeout home regularly and I cook a few things so the imp doesn't have to fret about supper. The downside to all this is I'm missing her cooking and I have one worn out imp. The upside is that mia bambina is sleeping like a log, a plus for someone who suffers periodic insomnia.
There's a writing contest Sar enters every year. I think she puts a bit of time into that too. You won't see that story, whatever it is, until the contest is over but at least you know one is in the wings to be posted in a while. Sar says as soon as that story is finished - due any day now I think - she'll concentrate on finishing a couple that were in the works for her web site. A little more patience on your part and things will return to normal. Normal, when it comes to my wife, is a relative term.
Weather's been unusual. We had several inches of snow first of April - Mother Nature's joke on us. Lost a few seedlings that were recently planted and had a cherry blossom tree split in half. Sar was sick about that but I had an arborist out to check it out. Discovered the tree can be treated and saved. Neighborhood kids no doubt influenced by my wife, took advantage of the snow and made snow people. Their parents were embarrassed by the detail they put into it. Sar was so pleased she stopped work to make fried ice cream for them. Living with an imp is never boring.
Animal news - the padlock is back on the refrigerator. The mastiff has figured out how to open it and has been eating self-serve style. Other than beer, the dog is attracted to round objects. He ate an entire cantaloupe plus a honey dew melon as well. For once, I'm grateful there were no peaches in the bin. One of our cats is an avid hunter, bringing Sar a mouse every other day. Sar says the cat stays inside or she's taking it out to David's house to live. Mice, alive or dead, do not inspire my wife to cuddle the feline or offer praise. Fact is, the woman screams bloody murder which makes the rest of the menagerie come running. My sweet wife screaming - hard to believe, huh?
More good news - I have been informed that Cracker Jack (caramel coated popcorn + nuts) is being packaged back in their original blue and white boxes and have prizes. The woman in my life who is 5 parts sugar and 5 parts sexy spice is delirious. Sar bought as many boxes as she could find in 1 grocery store and then went shopping in several others. Cracker Jack boxes fill an entire shelving unit in the garage. My tools, which had been on those shelves, are now lined up against the wall. I had a few things to say about that. My wife had a few things to say too, the main theory being Cracker Jacks get eaten on a daily basis; tools are only used occasionally. Did she get swatted for that? What do you think?
Cowboy
Then there was baking for David and Bull to take when they deployed, then Easter baking. Now Passover is around the corner. I brought takeout home regularly and I cook a few things so the imp doesn't have to fret about supper. The downside to all this is I'm missing her cooking and I have one worn out imp. The upside is that mia bambina is sleeping like a log, a plus for someone who suffers periodic insomnia.
There's a writing contest Sar enters every year. I think she puts a bit of time into that too. You won't see that story, whatever it is, until the contest is over but at least you know one is in the wings to be posted in a while. Sar says as soon as that story is finished - due any day now I think - she'll concentrate on finishing a couple that were in the works for her web site. A little more patience on your part and things will return to normal. Normal, when it comes to my wife, is a relative term.
Weather's been unusual. We had several inches of snow first of April - Mother Nature's joke on us. Lost a few seedlings that were recently planted and had a cherry blossom tree split in half. Sar was sick about that but I had an arborist out to check it out. Discovered the tree can be treated and saved. Neighborhood kids no doubt influenced by my wife, took advantage of the snow and made snow people. Their parents were embarrassed by the detail they put into it. Sar was so pleased she stopped work to make fried ice cream for them. Living with an imp is never boring.
Animal news - the padlock is back on the refrigerator. The mastiff has figured out how to open it and has been eating self-serve style. Other than beer, the dog is attracted to round objects. He ate an entire cantaloupe plus a honey dew melon as well. For once, I'm grateful there were no peaches in the bin. One of our cats is an avid hunter, bringing Sar a mouse every other day. Sar says the cat stays inside or she's taking it out to David's house to live. Mice, alive or dead, do not inspire my wife to cuddle the feline or offer praise. Fact is, the woman screams bloody murder which makes the rest of the menagerie come running. My sweet wife screaming - hard to believe, huh?
More good news - I have been informed that Cracker Jack (caramel coated popcorn + nuts) is being packaged back in their original blue and white boxes and have prizes. The woman in my life who is 5 parts sugar and 5 parts sexy spice is delirious. Sar bought as many boxes as she could find in 1 grocery store and then went shopping in several others. Cracker Jack boxes fill an entire shelving unit in the garage. My tools, which had been on those shelves, are now lined up against the wall. I had a few things to say about that. My wife had a few things to say too, the main theory being Cracker Jacks get eaten on a daily basis; tools are only used occasionally. Did she get swatted for that? What do you think?
Cowboy
Saturday, March 15, 2008
Me and Rocky
... and the giant squid.
The New York Times had a huge museum section this week. Museums all over the world are featuring new exhibits and I want to see them all. New York, of course, is loaded with museums but an exhibit I especially want to see is the Fashion and Textile History Gallery at the Museum at FIT. An exhibit of Frida Kahlo - artist, icon, rebel - is at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I could run up those stairs like Rocky did to see her work.
I tried that a time or two. The first time I did that, I was really out of breath and Cowboy yelled at me for running. It was winter time and I warmed up fast - in more ways than one... The second time I ran up all those stairs, the Neanderthal chased me! And behind one of those fat columns near the entrance, he gave me a swat! In public! Needless to say I didn't share my snacks with him. Tsk.
Anyway, I'd like to see Frida Kahlo's work.
The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston is featuring "El Greco to Velázquez. And in Minnesota, the Minneapolis Institute of Art is showing "Arts of Japan"- 900 years of seductive beauty. Ohhhhh I really want to see that. I mentioned this over breakfast. He mumbled something unintelligible; not sure if his mouth was full of waffles and peach syrup... or he was being non-committal.
I'm a fiber artist. Textiles are my medium. I need inspiration now and then - feeds the soul. I told all this to that tall fellow I live with.
Cro-Magnum man had another waffle.
I also mentioned that the museums in Switzerland and a few European cities were also showing new exhibits.
"Pass the syrup, Sar."
You think he was ignoring me? Tsk.
"And the Smithsonian has several new exhibitions. One's at the Hirshhorn, another at the Museum of Natural History and while we're there, we could visit old friends. (We used to live in a DC/Virginia bedroom community.)
"I'm making a few more waffles; want one, bambina?"
"I'm booking tickets to New York," I announced just to see if he was listening.
SWAT!
Oye! He was listening.
Moving right along...
Just a few more days till Easter. We have a small guest list this year, about 12, not our usual large and rowdy crowd. I've been baking new stuff to see what I'd like to serve for dessert. The hams I ordered came today; they'll be honey baked with glaze. I'm making spoon bread which is always a big hit and a couple kinds of potatoes. Salad bar for the health conscious; corn chowder and a spinach/pepperoni/chicken soup for starters. I'm not going overboard on appetizers - just a variety of cheeses, dips and crackers. Dessert will be stupendous, of course, and since everything will be buffet style, I'll start with that course first.
"You better eat a meal before you tackle the sweet stuff, imp."
"Ohhhhh no sense making peach cobbler I guess."
SWAT!
Laughing softly.
David gave me a chocolate Easter bunny... with NO ears! That man has no class.
Bull gave me a basket with a dozen small chocolate bunnies and watched me eat all the ears. That man has class.
Cowboy said he's waiting until Easter Sunday to bring a basket home for me. It better have chocolate bunnies and lots of jellybeans. I peeked into his office, the closet, the liquor cabinet, the gun cabinet and all through his desk to see if he was hiding chocolate bunnies. Nada, nothing.
Purim is at the end of the month. I've already made Hamentaschen - prune, apricot and blackberry. I'll be making more of that; I love that cookie/tart. Bull ate the first batch right out of the oven. Tsk.
And Passover is a month away. Leaves me a little time to prepare between holidays unless...
I might sneak away to New York to see those museum exhibitions when no one is looking.
"And get your tush blistered when I catch up with you!"
Tsk. The man has no couth.
SWAT!
Really, people - NO couth!
On a miserable note...
David and Bull deploy the day after Easter. I'm so miserable about this I can't stand it. I'm torn between baking plenty of goodies for them to take with them and wanting to smack them upside the head for going overseas again - to a war zone, no less!
I did smack David but he was sitting. Oh boy! He stood up FAST! I ran behind the Rott and SweetPea stood on his hind legs and showed his pearly whites. David sat down again. He grumbled something in Marine-speak which got lost in the translation. Marines are like that when riled.
I had to stand on a chair to smack Bull but the behemoth just hugged me tight and told me everything was going to be all right. Naturally, Cowboy walked into the kitchen while Bull was hugging me...
"Unhand my woman, mister!"
Cowboy literally tossed me over his shoulder and proceeded to go up the stairs to our bedroom. That's when I noticed that the light fixtures in the hallway really needed dusting...
I could hire someone to do that while I'm in New York enjoying all the new museum exhibits. Or... I could call Sylvester Stallone and see if he wants to join me in running up the stairs of the Philadelphia museum. I bet I could get to the top faster than he does. Anyone know his number?
~Sar~
The New York Times had a huge museum section this week. Museums all over the world are featuring new exhibits and I want to see them all. New York, of course, is loaded with museums but an exhibit I especially want to see is the Fashion and Textile History Gallery at the Museum at FIT. An exhibit of Frida Kahlo - artist, icon, rebel - is at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I could run up those stairs like Rocky did to see her work.
I tried that a time or two. The first time I did that, I was really out of breath and Cowboy yelled at me for running. It was winter time and I warmed up fast - in more ways than one... The second time I ran up all those stairs, the Neanderthal chased me! And behind one of those fat columns near the entrance, he gave me a swat! In public! Needless to say I didn't share my snacks with him. Tsk.
Anyway, I'd like to see Frida Kahlo's work.
The Museum of Fine Arts in Boston is featuring "El Greco to Velázquez. And in Minnesota, the Minneapolis Institute of Art is showing "Arts of Japan"- 900 years of seductive beauty. Ohhhhh I really want to see that. I mentioned this over breakfast. He mumbled something unintelligible; not sure if his mouth was full of waffles and peach syrup... or he was being non-committal.
I'm a fiber artist. Textiles are my medium. I need inspiration now and then - feeds the soul. I told all this to that tall fellow I live with.
Cro-Magnum man had another waffle.
I also mentioned that the museums in Switzerland and a few European cities were also showing new exhibits.
"Pass the syrup, Sar."
You think he was ignoring me? Tsk.
"And the Smithsonian has several new exhibitions. One's at the Hirshhorn, another at the Museum of Natural History and while we're there, we could visit old friends. (We used to live in a DC/Virginia bedroom community.)
"I'm making a few more waffles; want one, bambina?"
"I'm booking tickets to New York," I announced just to see if he was listening.
SWAT!
Oye! He was listening.
Moving right along...
Just a few more days till Easter. We have a small guest list this year, about 12, not our usual large and rowdy crowd. I've been baking new stuff to see what I'd like to serve for dessert. The hams I ordered came today; they'll be honey baked with glaze. I'm making spoon bread which is always a big hit and a couple kinds of potatoes. Salad bar for the health conscious; corn chowder and a spinach/pepperoni/chicken soup for starters. I'm not going overboard on appetizers - just a variety of cheeses, dips and crackers. Dessert will be stupendous, of course, and since everything will be buffet style, I'll start with that course first.
"You better eat a meal before you tackle the sweet stuff, imp."
"Ohhhhh no sense making peach cobbler I guess."
SWAT!
Laughing softly.
David gave me a chocolate Easter bunny... with NO ears! That man has no class.
Bull gave me a basket with a dozen small chocolate bunnies and watched me eat all the ears. That man has class.
Cowboy said he's waiting until Easter Sunday to bring a basket home for me. It better have chocolate bunnies and lots of jellybeans. I peeked into his office, the closet, the liquor cabinet, the gun cabinet and all through his desk to see if he was hiding chocolate bunnies. Nada, nothing.
Purim is at the end of the month. I've already made Hamentaschen - prune, apricot and blackberry. I'll be making more of that; I love that cookie/tart. Bull ate the first batch right out of the oven. Tsk.
And Passover is a month away. Leaves me a little time to prepare between holidays unless...
I might sneak away to New York to see those museum exhibitions when no one is looking.
"And get your tush blistered when I catch up with you!"
Tsk. The man has no couth.
SWAT!
Really, people - NO couth!
On a miserable note...
David and Bull deploy the day after Easter. I'm so miserable about this I can't stand it. I'm torn between baking plenty of goodies for them to take with them and wanting to smack them upside the head for going overseas again - to a war zone, no less!
I did smack David but he was sitting. Oh boy! He stood up FAST! I ran behind the Rott and SweetPea stood on his hind legs and showed his pearly whites. David sat down again. He grumbled something in Marine-speak which got lost in the translation. Marines are like that when riled.
I had to stand on a chair to smack Bull but the behemoth just hugged me tight and told me everything was going to be all right. Naturally, Cowboy walked into the kitchen while Bull was hugging me...
"Unhand my woman, mister!"
Cowboy literally tossed me over his shoulder and proceeded to go up the stairs to our bedroom. That's when I noticed that the light fixtures in the hallway really needed dusting...
I could hire someone to do that while I'm in New York enjoying all the new museum exhibits. Or... I could call Sylvester Stallone and see if he wants to join me in running up the stairs of the Philadelphia museum. I bet I could get to the top faster than he does. Anyone know his number?
~Sar~
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Yada Yada Yada
Cowboy calls this rambling; I call it stream of consciousness. Basically, it's all disconnected.
My Panda Rott had pneumonia. She's much better now. We go to the vet tomorrow and if x-rays show that her lungs are clear, she'll go back to the yard and her kennel. She's antsy in the house but has developed a passionate crush on the refrigerator.
Miss Emmy, the slut cat, has been living under the bed while Panda's in the house.
We're having spring weather during the day, winter at night. I took the pups for a walk and came upon a toddler wandering around his front yard. No mama in sight. Sweet Pea was an English nanny in a previous life and he immediately took charge of the baby, licked its face and invited those chubby hands to pet and yank and pull and poke and finally, the child plopped down between the Rott's front paws. I waited... about 10 minutes later, mama showed up, shrieked that a black monster dog was attacking her child. I contained myself, called the dog to me and muttered unkind things about her parenting skills as we went on our way. Tsk. He didn't even drool on her. If it had been BullyBoy who licked the kid, she would have had cause for alarm; his drool is lethal.
She called the police... long story short they warned her to take better care of her child and made a big fuss over Sweet Pea when they dropped by the house. The dog took the adoration in style; that English nanny gene he carries is awesome.
Cowboy had to go to the base unexpectedly (allegedly) last night. He said he was meeting with commandants and other senior brass from the neighboring bases. He also said it was a high level - hush hush - meeting. Between you and me I think they were drinking beer, playing poker and smoking cigars. (This might earn me a swat or two when he reads this.)
Well... at least they weren't stinking up my house and eating everything in the refrigerator. (I suspect the swats are adding up.)
It's income tax season in the states. The accountant called. Are you sitting? He said chocolate was not a prescribed drug. Thoroughly shocked, I was! I argued that some people get an Rx for marijuana for medicinal purposes. Surely, I could get a similar exemption. After all chocolate makes me calmer and happier and that alleviates stress for my husband who needs a clear head when he is on duty. The accountant said in that case Cowboy should file a separate business expense form and get the deduction since he is the basic beneficiary of my chocolate intake.
Uncouth fellow. I'm going to file my taxes and look for a new accountant. Tsk.
Cowboy has to be on the East Coast in the not-too-distant future. While he's there, he's going to zip down to Western North Carolina and take a look around. As much as we love it out here in the Pacific Northwest boonies, he misses the East Coast. I told him he could move... and I'd visit now and then. Yeah, yeah, his hand made immediate contact with my bottom before I even blinked! He said that area of the country has things we don't have. Yeah... like bugs and heat and humidity and brown spiders - ickkk - and plenty of tornado scares. We don't have bugs or heat or humidity and only an occasional earthquake... We also have an OCEAN and a multitude of lakes. Western North Carolina is INLAND and way across the state from the ocean. They do have lakes and pretty mountains but we live in the valley between two mountain ranges - the Olympics and the Cascades - doesn't get prettier than that.
~ sigh ~ This does not make me happy.
I told the giant squid he'd better check if the area has peach trees 'cause if they don't, that could be a deal breaker. I'll think of other reasons not to move east if he gets serious about this. Oye! This could be a hint of what he's going to be like when he retires - in the very near future. I may have to emigrate.
Speaking of emigration... depending on who gets elected POTUS in November... I might have to move. Always liked Iceland.
Tried a new cake - caramel, walnut, banana upside down cake. Delish! Soooo good, the pups and I ate the whole thing. I guess I should make one for the giant squid. I'll post the recipe after I finish snacking the rest of the caramel, walnut topping. It goes good with peanut butter and waffles which the pups and I ate while watching a documentary on sharks. The narrator was enamored of the sea monsters. Personally, I think he was hug-deprived as a child.
Did I mention that both David and Bull are deploying to the Middle East in a few weeks? I smacked both of them upside the head. They've done that before; they don't need to do that again. Did they listen? No! I will be a basket case until they return. Naturally I'll take out my frustration on Cowboy.
What is it with men and long hair? I decided to surprise my beloved one night last week by waltzing into the bedroom as we prepared for bed. I wore v-e-r-y high heels, my birthday suit and showed off my new short short haircut. Did he notice my birthday suit?
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" He sputtered something like that.
Sheesh! Got a warm tush till I yanked my wig off. When he realized I still had long hair, he apologized. Gee, thanks. Just for that, he can go to North Carolina without me.
~Sar~
P.S. I've lost a great deal of my electronic address book. Slowly compiling it again so if you were waiting for an email from me... please drop me a quick note so I can reply.
My Panda Rott had pneumonia. She's much better now. We go to the vet tomorrow and if x-rays show that her lungs are clear, she'll go back to the yard and her kennel. She's antsy in the house but has developed a passionate crush on the refrigerator.
Miss Emmy, the slut cat, has been living under the bed while Panda's in the house.
We're having spring weather during the day, winter at night. I took the pups for a walk and came upon a toddler wandering around his front yard. No mama in sight. Sweet Pea was an English nanny in a previous life and he immediately took charge of the baby, licked its face and invited those chubby hands to pet and yank and pull and poke and finally, the child plopped down between the Rott's front paws. I waited... about 10 minutes later, mama showed up, shrieked that a black monster dog was attacking her child. I contained myself, called the dog to me and muttered unkind things about her parenting skills as we went on our way. Tsk. He didn't even drool on her. If it had been BullyBoy who licked the kid, she would have had cause for alarm; his drool is lethal.
She called the police... long story short they warned her to take better care of her child and made a big fuss over Sweet Pea when they dropped by the house. The dog took the adoration in style; that English nanny gene he carries is awesome.
Cowboy had to go to the base unexpectedly (allegedly) last night. He said he was meeting with commandants and other senior brass from the neighboring bases. He also said it was a high level - hush hush - meeting. Between you and me I think they were drinking beer, playing poker and smoking cigars. (This might earn me a swat or two when he reads this.)
Well... at least they weren't stinking up my house and eating everything in the refrigerator. (I suspect the swats are adding up.)
It's income tax season in the states. The accountant called. Are you sitting? He said chocolate was not a prescribed drug. Thoroughly shocked, I was! I argued that some people get an Rx for marijuana for medicinal purposes. Surely, I could get a similar exemption. After all chocolate makes me calmer and happier and that alleviates stress for my husband who needs a clear head when he is on duty. The accountant said in that case Cowboy should file a separate business expense form and get the deduction since he is the basic beneficiary of my chocolate intake.
Uncouth fellow. I'm going to file my taxes and look for a new accountant. Tsk.
Cowboy has to be on the East Coast in the not-too-distant future. While he's there, he's going to zip down to Western North Carolina and take a look around. As much as we love it out here in the Pacific Northwest boonies, he misses the East Coast. I told him he could move... and I'd visit now and then. Yeah, yeah, his hand made immediate contact with my bottom before I even blinked! He said that area of the country has things we don't have. Yeah... like bugs and heat and humidity and brown spiders - ickkk - and plenty of tornado scares. We don't have bugs or heat or humidity and only an occasional earthquake... We also have an OCEAN and a multitude of lakes. Western North Carolina is INLAND and way across the state from the ocean. They do have lakes and pretty mountains but we live in the valley between two mountain ranges - the Olympics and the Cascades - doesn't get prettier than that.
~ sigh ~ This does not make me happy.
I told the giant squid he'd better check if the area has peach trees 'cause if they don't, that could be a deal breaker. I'll think of other reasons not to move east if he gets serious about this. Oye! This could be a hint of what he's going to be like when he retires - in the very near future. I may have to emigrate.
Speaking of emigration... depending on who gets elected POTUS in November... I might have to move. Always liked Iceland.
Tried a new cake - caramel, walnut, banana upside down cake. Delish! Soooo good, the pups and I ate the whole thing. I guess I should make one for the giant squid. I'll post the recipe after I finish snacking the rest of the caramel, walnut topping. It goes good with peanut butter and waffles which the pups and I ate while watching a documentary on sharks. The narrator was enamored of the sea monsters. Personally, I think he was hug-deprived as a child.
Did I mention that both David and Bull are deploying to the Middle East in a few weeks? I smacked both of them upside the head. They've done that before; they don't need to do that again. Did they listen? No! I will be a basket case until they return. Naturally I'll take out my frustration on Cowboy.
What is it with men and long hair? I decided to surprise my beloved one night last week by waltzing into the bedroom as we prepared for bed. I wore v-e-r-y high heels, my birthday suit and showed off my new short short haircut. Did he notice my birthday suit?
"What the hell did you do to your hair?" He sputtered something like that.
Sheesh! Got a warm tush till I yanked my wig off. When he realized I still had long hair, he apologized. Gee, thanks. Just for that, he can go to North Carolina without me.
~Sar~
P.S. I've lost a great deal of my electronic address book. Slowly compiling it again so if you were waiting for an email from me... please drop me a quick note so I can reply.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Neanderthal Checking In
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
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
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
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