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The Week That Was
It's been a week. The cold and wind continued with only a bit of wandering hinting at 70. The potty training took a nose dive. I had a 3-day conference to cover. Stitches had to come out and, by the time this is posted, I will have gone through another epidural.
I had the boys' part of the week.
As for the potty training, I suppose this is karma coming back to bite us in the backside. With 3 dogs in my life before her and over 40 years of canine/human years, Lucky, for whatever reason, continues to backslide to the point where I've attached a leash to her and won't let her out of my sight. If I'm not hold her on my lap, then I'm walking her around the house with Pepper chasing next to us trying to get in on this house-training fiasco.
He did grab it from me a couple of times and started taking her around the old homestead. As I'm writing this, he's kissing her head and trying to wrestle the pink nylon umbilical cord away from me.
Whatever. My husband ate a lot of ice cream last night and kept the 3 of us up with his incessant snoring-so I'm tired, I'm sore and now I'm thinking (to myself), "How am I going to cover this event when my only thought is when will I get some sleep?"
Finally got my lone stitch out of my biopsy. At least I don't have to meet new people with a bandage on my chin and the results were typically benign. Thank goodness for that bit of news.
As for the epidural-honestly, I was not impressed by the outcome this new doctor and I had hoped would be the result of his fine needle control. It was supposed to start relieving the ever-present pain in my neck and right shoulder. Hah and double Hah, I say!
My weekend will be spent writing up a 2,000 word article on what private amusement park owners can do to not only make their areas more fun for guests but how to boost business in this economy. And of course, I'll have the help of a gray tabby and a brown Chihuahua to help get my creative juices flowing.
Besides all of the above, I decided I was getting so many telemarketers calling me that I'd count them all-over 15! And the kicker is-all of them were from Orange County CA! I knew there'd be some bad parts about keeping our old landline number. There was one marketing firm that was universal-DragonSpeak.
I was a tad bit gruff with the man. The last 3 calls from them I said to put me on the DO NOT CALL list. I've also made no secret that I felt their product was the worst $50 I've ever spent on something for my computer.
Right now, I'm not all that impressed with "the week that was", sorry I shared it with you all. But Spring is around the corner, warmer weather will be a relief to us all and I'm looking forward to getting my lap and arms back.
When Wishes Come True
When our son Adam was a toddler, he announced that I needed to go to the toy store and buy him a baby doll. I certainly had no objections. With his older sister in tow, we went to the local chain and while Sarah picked out a model with a pink onesie-he chose one of the same kind, but dressed in blue.
Before leaving, he also asked for a bottle and some diapers. Sarah didn't care-actually, she wasn't really into dolls. So I added a tiny bottle-in those days though, there were no packages of "doll diapers", so I created some out of old dish towels and Velcro dots. Luckily, we had lots of blankets.
You may be asking why. Simple, Adam said he wanted to be a daddy and had to start practicing.
On Adam's 10th birthday, I opened my day care business. He loved helping. He'd read stories to the kids, he helped with art projects, he'd create obstacle courses to help them learn how to skip and gallop.
He loved teaching. As Adam grew, so did his desire to "one day become a dad".
Then he met Sam. One of the things he told her was that he could hardly wait to have kids.
Why am I telling you this? Just background for some very, very happy news!
Adam's dream is coming true. We've known several weeks and I, for one, have been having a very hard time keeping the news "in", but I've finally been given the go-ahead to make the announcement!
Adam and Samantha are pregnant! Our third grand-child is about one third on the way! A few weeks ago, they asked me to go along to an appointment. The doctor warned it could be a while before she found the heartbeat, but before she finished the sentence we could all hear that this little one had the strongest (and most active) heartbeats I've heard in a very long while!
Sometime this August, the newest family member will arrive. Since telling all of us, the younger Nadels haven't stopped grinning from ear-to-ear. Safe to say, neither have we.
Dylan and Aidan are quite excited-they keep saying that they can hardly wait to be "big brothers". And that's okay. If you're close in both proximity and have the love to share-is there that much of a difference? Our daughter, Sarah, is so excited about becoming an aunt that she's already been giving gifts for her future niece/nephew.
I haven't been asked and I am making myself a promise to not offer advice unless requested, help as much as I'm able and support whenever and wherever it may be needed.
Life has been one roller coaster lately, here's hoping that we're not at the peak yet and that we all never come down.
Congratulations to our Adam and Sam-may parenthood be filled with as much joy as we've had and know that we love you both and couldn't be happier that we can be close by and be a part of things to come.
Finally-it seems to be taking place. It may not be much to you, but we were getting a tad bit concerned.
What am I writing about? The hopeful bond between our 9-year-old tabby Pepper and our new rescue, 1-year-old Chihuahua Lucky-it seems to be slowly taking place!
Pepper has been actually teasing her –peeking out of his favorite hiding places just long enough that she notices him and then he runs to a spot that Lucky cannot possibly access. The middle of our king-sized tall bed, the kitchen and bathroom counters and the top of his cat condo, for just a start.
They seem to be starting to agree on various spots in the bed. Pepper on my "knee" pillow between my legs and Lucky has chosen (Lord only knows how she breathes) under the blankets and between us.
Do you have any idea how scary this is? We have to remember, while we're sleeping, that we have a tiny 5 pound pup there and we'd better not crush her! We're all getting used to the arrangements.
Another sign that they're beginning to bond: Pepper is actually looking for her and kissing her nose! Whoa...
He's also watching her every move outside and trying to follow her around by skating along the 3 sliding doors and the two windows in the other doors.
We also saw him chasing her and meowing at her to play. This is so wonderful! For the first few weeks, we didn't know how to get this to work. But like children and new siblings, they're working out the details all on their own.
I'm sure we'll still need to monitor dust-ups and use some timeouts, but we're encouraged about these positive changes. May they continue and flourish.
Since Valentine's Day was this week, Steve and I decided that this was their present to us, learning to get along and enjoy each other's company.
Speaking of Valentine's Day-it was our 33rd. Since we've had so many changes and have purchased so many items and made so many changes to get our new house to be a home, we decided that our romantic evening was to enjoy a nice homemade meal in the dining room. Steve had the day off, but we had the grandkids until around 6, so we had a somewhat late dinner and just enjoyed not having to do much of anything-except be with each other.
Here's hoping yours was just as wonderful!
Here's a hint to next week's blog subject: Rockabye Baby
Wow! How did they get so big?
I had a different subject in mind for this week, but I realized that we're doing some celebrating around here that I had to write about!
Our grandsons have just had their birthdays and we're having the favorite outing of the kids around here: going to a bouncy house. Sarah has done this type of party before and as expected every kid in the school wanted to attend.
This year, I don't know how or when, but our two little dividends turned 5 and 6! Do any of you remember my blogs about their births? Dylan being born by induced labor because our daughter was having quite the high risk pregnancy. The cord wrapped around his neck and needing to be in the neonatal unit for a couple of days? For Aidan we were all in the delivery room-I held one of Sarah's legs since the doctor gave her an epidural. He was born healthy and hearty. I got to hold him first! Quite a night.
When they moved out to Arizona, our hearts were being ripped out to the core about not being able to see all 4 of them but every few months and the begging for us to join them out here.
Could all of this happen in just 6 years???
Obviously it has-because Dylan is now a kindergartener and learning to read. He told me the other day, "Grandma, you don't need to cut my chicken or steak-mom says I can use a knife now."
She's right of course. I was so petrified to let my first born use one that to this day, she has a problem using a knife! Shame on me, twice over.
Aidan informed us the other day that, "I'm 5 now and the bathroom is right there, I don't need anyone coming with me."
I was both beaming at this declaration and sad that he was this big! I can't say old, 5 is just not on the radar of "old".
Funny, a girlfriend from the time our kids were literally toddlers (we met taking our daughters to pre-school), just became a grandma for the first time. My husband's cousin (who was our best man) is about to become a grandparent and another friend announced that their daughter just had their second grandchild.
One close friend was lamenting to me that her only married daughter is focusing on her career and is just hoping that she will become a "bubbie" soon too.
Hmmm, maybe the fact that the boys are school age and able to be so independent is not just a shock to the system because I keep seeing them as tiny infants but somehow because I can't believe where the years have gone and how much has changed!
I'm proud of those boys and wish them the happiest of celebrations and cherish all the others yet to come.
We Live in a Wind Tunnel
About 5 years ago my husband wanted to move to Palm Springs-the house was lovely, nice neighborhood and all that the California desert involves. But we heard that this particular area was in the 4th windiest spot in the nation. We abandoned the thought.
Six months later, Steve saw an ad for another community by the same builder and we spent the day out there. I claimed it "nice on the inside of the wall, but not anywhere outside it." Plus-it was nicknamed "Blowmont" for its howling winds.
Again, we abandoned the idea.
After one viewing by only half of this union, we bought this house. Still the desert, just 300 miles due east in Arizona.
Guess what? I swear to you, we live in a wind tunnel! I know this because on several occasions I went to go retrieve either the Wednesday or Sunday newspaper (those are the only days we get one now) little me was nearly blown into our desert landscaping!
The last few mornings-tiny little Lucky has been shivering away as she was being "lilted" around the backyard. Gotta get that munchkin a sweater. Still trying to find a sock that she'll allow to be put over her golf ball sized head.
As you know I'm not a lover of either extreme heat or extreme cold-to have both at the same time is interesting. Don't shake your head at that statement-it really happens! The sun says 82, but the wind-chill factor is set at "0" degrees. Brrrr.
The grandkids seem oblivious to the air-both boys run out of their classrooms with their jackets being drug across the sidewalk. Plus, they don't seem the least bit cold when they put on their swimsuits for swim class and run into their dad's car in the 40 degree temps at 5:30. I shiver at the thought.
So does the dog.
What is it that makes weather a major topic of conversation? In my home state-a drizzle became the top news story on every channel. A good rain made for chatting fodder for a week. If someone had any home damages due to wind or whatever people were commiserating with you from all over the nation!
I'm learning it's not the same here in the great southwest. At least not until Monsoon season starts. Then everyone is calling their various homeowner policy holders. Although, come to think about it-just a few weeks ago, many of us were talking about how to prevent "freeze" damage to our pipes in the plumbing aisles of the local Home Depot.
Okay, enough of my latest discoveries (and laments) about my new home.
On to some interesting news! I never knew there was an association for private amusement park owners, but they have one and I'll be covering a 3-day conference on it next month. Should be a fun group of people!
Now I'm not sure-I'm might be AWOL next week. I finally met my new pain management doctor and he's going to try an epidural that will target both my neck and my shoulder. I will hope for less pain in both spots. Then-onto the lower back and hips.
Popularity and Spam
Fellow bloggers-a question please! Do you see an uptick in spam with the more hits you receive?
Obviously, I am. Why else would I be asking?
The last month or so my daily readership has swelled by about 3-4 times! Now I'm glad to see this (even though I have yet to earn a single penny from all these years of complaining), but along with this ballooning readership-I am seeing a huge amount of spam artists.
At first I would go into all the recent posts and delete them. Then some of them would come back-several times over. I then thought, "You fool, the more you delete them the more those spammers will come back."
With that in mind, I stopped deleting all but the slightly, um, how do I say this in polite company? Oh, the h-e-double sticks with it-I deleted the ones that were lewd. Even with my ignoring them, they still visit and feel the need to leave their "mark" in my comment section.
I understand that they want people to go visit their sites. One even said they "came back to see my site because I had visited them."
LIARS! I have not ever visited any of the spam sites-and I will not do so anytime in the future.
Do you think this statement will discourage them? I sure hope so.
Where do they come from and why? Is it my subject matter? My style of writing? Could it be that they take turns irritating those of us who have blogs?
Maybe I should try an honest plea to cease and desist? How's this for both a request and an ending to this week's post:
SPAMMERS: PLEASE GO AWAY! NONE OF US HERE WANT TO GAMBLE ON YOUR SITE OR BUY ANYTHING OFF OF YOUR LESS THAN WHOLESOME URL. GO AWAY! (I'm putting this in caps because I want you to know I really mean that I want to you listen to my published yelling)