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I am not "built" for 6:15 a.m...
I have no idea how or why I did it when in my "former" life. The life that saw me waking up at 5 in the morning throwing on my running clothes, hooking up my wonderful Sunshine and running 2 miles before starting my morning routine. Or before that, doing the same with our first and wonderful Lucky.
Our new Lucky-if she wakes me up (she's welcome to keep giving me puppy kisses, but it's not working) she's more often than not greeted by my groaning and telling Steve that there's "no way in H-E-double hockey sticks) that I'm going to be able to open even our levered door handles.
This is because even though they have levers-the stupid locks do NOT. What was the ADA thinking when they approved only ½ of a design? No way will my "witchy, sausage" hands be able to open the dials and get our poor little-bladdered dog out the door.
Also, besides having hands and feet that cannot move-I'm finding my brain isn't really in a functioning mood until after cup #2 has kicked in-just ask Dylan and Aidan.
They were staying with us most of last week and getting them and me ready for school was definitely not a pleasant experience. NOPE.
What I overheard Dyl telling Aidan: Don't bother grandma yet-you know she can't move right until she's had her coffee.
I don't know how the idea that coffee and moving melded, but I'm guessing that there actually be some truth to this discovery. Oh and the boys suggested that I might not have to worry so much about dropping my mug if "you'd just drink through a straw."
Those two are really putting their heads together to help me. Bless their intelligent minds. If the thought of sipping a hot drink through a straw didn't sound so painful –I'd consider giving it a go.
Back to the 6 a.m. wake-up call.
I don't like getting up in the dark, I am not fond of trying to move and now-the mornings are starting out somewhere around 58 degrees, so it's cold. Lucky doesn't like the cold.
We bought her a "hoody" jacket-Steve won't have anything to do with it. I think he's thinking that she should just "suck it up buttercup"-but she's 5-1/2 lbs. and doesn't exactly have a real fur coat! Ever try to get a hoody on a pup with stiff and swollen hands? She likes the darned thing (should see her prance around when she's got it on!) or it might be even harder to get her dressed.
Today I woke up at that ungodly hour yet again-this time to help Adam. He, poor guy, had to have some dental work done and needed me to watch Jackson. I had to be there at 7:15. Too early to sit over my coffee and wake up. Jackson was in his usual great mood. From there I had my yearly birthday present to myself-a mammogram. Got home at 10 and didn't get started with my day until almost 11.
I know everyone is in an uproar about Obamacare, shootings all over the country, getting our boys home safely from the middle east and so much more-my own needs are mundane compared to all of this, but I'd gladly vote for some new and inexperienced politico who would just not let morning begin until around, oh, 8.
And now, I bid you all a good (or grouchy) day.
I'd love some dull.
This is something I really am craving. Why? What's happened now, you may wonder?
Our son-in-law has been having some health issues. Not minor ones by any means. In this family-minor just is too mundane.
Anyway, he went in for a heart ultrasound on Tuesday. His leg had been bothering him and he didn't want to believe it was anything more than a pulled muscle.
NEVER, EVER let things like this get a pass. He had some issues and had been warned about side effects and things to look for-but just ignored the obvious. After all, at 32 you're still invincible, no?
Tuesday afternoon had him admitted into the hospital's ICU for 3 major blood clots and an enlarged heart.
We're back to being parents full-time for the boys. At least for the moment. That Tuesday I went to help our son with our newest bundle of joy. That was supposed to be an hour or two so dad could trim the trees on their lot. I got there and found my son suffering from a stomach virus.
My hour or two quickly became the day. I had to leave long enough to pick up the boys from school and get some ginger ale and Gatorade for Adam. As the now 3 of us got back to Adam and Jackson, Adam told me that Alex was in the hospital.
I stayed with the new daddy/son duo until 5:15-then went to our daughter's home to pick-up clothes, dog food and an extra dog. Got home at the same time as my husband, feed all the animals and got them pottied and went on with the task of making dinner.
At the time of this writing, Steve and I came home to potty the dogs, give him time to shower and then after spending the morning at the hospital-we're picking up the boys, making them into superheroes and going back to the ICU.
It's Halloween and I've bought candy, but honestly-I have no idea if we get to either take the boys out or pass out the treats to the neighborhood kids!
I guess it's a good thing I've learned to give up control and learn to "go with the flow" of whatever life seems to throw at this family.
We're upside down once again. PLEASE, PLEASE I do believe in prayer and good vibes-send some here.
Nothing is going to stop me from praying for Alex and some very dull and boring times ahead.
It's not what you think. I'm not talking about FaceBook or Twitter. I'm talking about real, in the flesh, social networking!
There was a neighborhood potluck and watch party this past weekend and I went! Steve was working, so he missed the whole thing. Too bad, I for one was happy to go.
Plus, I had no idea-our community actually has a website for us to post requests, ideas, if we have something to sell, if we find a lost pet, etc. It turns out that we live in a very nice tract! It's just that everyone is busy and obviously leading their own lives.
One of the major things is that a lot of people lost their homes and the ones that were able to remain don't want to get attached to renters that seem to leave after 6 months. I understand it-but still, I'd like to get to know people.
Going to this potluck allowed me to meet some of the people and learn about my home! I even met the man who was bidding against us and lost out to our all-cash offer. I heard that the first owner lost the house to the woman who basically did a flip after trying to rent this place.
I've personally never heard of someone "flipping" a house with the ugliest colors in the world on the walls, but for us it turned out to be quite a boon.
When I post this, one neighbor will be joining me for coffee. I'm looking forward to having some social connection to a real live person. And guess what? Our next door neighbors-it's not that they aren't nice, just have their plates overflowing.
They're newlyweds. He works two jobs because he's still trying to sell his house from before the marriage. She's working two jobs as well AND she's a freelance writer!!!!
We've been exchanging e-mails trying to find a time to meet in person. In the meantime, we're learning quite a bit about the areas publications and the various questionable ethics they had out to us writers.
I've suggested that perhaps we start a welcoming committee of some sort-just so new neighbors don't feel as if the others here aren't deliberately snubbing them. Now that I've met people and the weather's cooled down, it's nice to be able to say "hello" and chat with people as Lucky and I take our morning walks.
As with all things, getting to know my neighbors just took some time and a great block party!
I Love Autumn
A few weeks ago something wonderful happened.
WE GOT A BREAK IN THE HEAT!
Yes, one morning, as Lucky and I reached the kitchen door we were greeted not by a burst of extremely hot air-but by a bit of a nip!
Okay, the "nip" was still 85 degrees, but as opposed to the 105+ mornings, this had me thinking, "hmmmm, should I go grab my robe????"
I kid you not.
Then I realized that if I could get my joints moving fast enough, Lucky and I could actually go take a walk!
Woo Hoo! You didn't see it, but this had me really immersing my feet and hands into some hot water so I could accommodate this wish.
From that point on, Lucky and I have a date 4-6 times a week to get up and out for a return of our morning constitutions. We are LOVING it! It's just warm enough that neither of us have a need for a sweater and Lucky doesn't need to worry about how hot the cement or asphalt is-we're both happy.
After all, I've been using the treadmill all summer-but poor Lucky has well, how can I put this nicely? Our little 5.7 pound Chihuahua has gotten what the vet termed, "fluffy". She weighed in at 7.2 pounds.
Poor baby. She only gets ¼ cup of dry food and NOW she's getting 2 tablespoons of wet food and a half of a toy sized denti-stix. The vet said, "Theoretically she's not getting too much food (we had been giving her ¼ C of wet food with the kibble), but this type of Chihuahua for some reason has a slower metabolism than the ones with longer legs."
We were told to cut her wet food intake in half and come back for a weight check in a month. The thought is that with our being able to walk her again and cutting back on her food she should be able to lose some of her "fluffiness".
Back to our weather. Here in the desert we have no fall colors. Now I'm used to that. In Orange County we pretty much stayed green all year round. Here we have a lot of cacti, mesquite and very little in the way of color. I was just thrilled to see some little blossoms on some sort of plant in the yard that gave us a bit of yellow, fire orange and a bit of red. If only for a few days.
I miss my roses. I miss my mint. I did see someone with a rosemary shrub while walking the other day-so I'm thinking that despite the fact that my seeds never broke ground-I'm certain if a get one of those in a pot I could make some of that grow and see some of the purple buds next season. Plus I could have some for cooking again.
Most people love seeing the arrival of Spring-I did as well, but here where Spring means that we will soon be "living on the face of the sun", I'm enjoying the morning walks, not sweating in the house and we're beginning to eat on our patio once again. We bought that fancy misting fan and only used it once.
Maybe Steve could hook it up-but then again maybe we could just sit outside after dinner and use the fire pit? I know we've had requests for another s'mores bar! Sounds great for a nice Autumn family dinner.
Kids and Pets
Was it W.C. Fields who said, "Never work with kids and pets"?
No matter. I've made a few realizations of late that have to do with both:
Since learning how to post photos and videos-my hits have gone was up. Especially when I post ones of our family's latest additions.
I'm enjoying writing about family life and being a grandma. It seems that for whatever reason-you all are enjoying my musings. I'll take it and give you more.
Believe me, I'm going to add some of our handsome older "dividends" –I'm always trying to get some updates of them. Not as easy to do when they realize that making faces and being clowns is an entertaining way to get their 15 minutes of family fame.
What I wanted to post was the proof that our Pepper really loves our Lucky. Yes, I captured a video of what has become a morning ritual around the old ranch home-Lucky barking at Pepper to give her a bath and then being cleaned from her nose to literally her tail. I got the entire thing!
You haven't seen it-why? Because it appears that the "file" is too darn big! Steve shrunk it down. Still didn't work. I've tried to just get a little clip-but unlike Jackson talking and smiling at Sam and it ending with a rousing "spit" of milk-I just can't get them to have another public performance. (Then I heard that the sound isn't there!)
Seems that after that first show they became quite camera shy. Maybe Pepper doesn't want anyone of his feline contingency seeing him accepting the job of dad to a Chihuahua. Or (hey we don't know this isn't what it is!) maybe he's feeling less than loyal to his original "mom" and thinks that Sunshine might be looking down on his new life here in the desert and is hurt by his new devotion to a different canine.
Bedtime has also become a bit of a challenge. Pepper has slept in my left armpit with his head on my chest for 10 years. Lucky also prefers the left side-but under the sheet (we still don't use blankets!) and in the stomach region. I'm only 5'1-1/2" so if you think about it-this doesn't really leave much "personal" space for either one of them. Or me.
Plus-have you ever seen how long an 8 pound cat and a 5.7 pound Chihuahua become when they're both trying to secure their sleeping spots????
Let me tell you-it's a lot.
Pepper has decided the best way to "have his cake and eat it too" is to wait until he can paw at the sheet right next to Lucky and she doesn't move, then he can sit on my chest and do his "rollover" into his usual spot.
Since I can't sleep on my right side do to my bad shoulder-I AM STUCK in this position until one of two things happen:
I have to desperately go to the bathroom OR the sun starts to come up which wakes both of them up and then they start their morning job of waking me up.
This too is not an easy event. Mornings are just not my best moments. My hands and feet do not work. My shoulder is stabbing me. My back, hips and the remaining joints don't want to lubricate and move. Lately –I've been letting Steve know that he's got to get Lucky out before our "baby with a tiny bladder" can no longer hold what's in it any longer.
Another change of note-in the mornings the temperatures have been really quite gorgeous. So once I can move, I now take Lucky and I for a nice walk in the neighborhood. Thankfully the thermometer doesn't see itself hitting the 90 degree mark until around noon, so we go out for about a half hour sometime between 10 and 11. I could go on (and usually do, but on the treadmill) but a toy-sized pooch can only go so far. Sometimes she begs me to pick her up and carry her for the last little bit.
Lucky is very protective too. The boys came over and we walked to the farthest park (about .6 miles from the house). While the boys played, Lucky and I kept walking around the area. Then it happened.
First a family with two pit bulls walked by. Then a Rottweiler and a spaniel. A Labrador and a Scottie finished the parade. Thankfully, Lucky was harnessed and leashed. Believe it or not, while the other dogs just walked on by-our fierce beast was barking and baring teeth at all of those huge animals as if to say, "Just try and come near them and I'll show you who's boss."
The other pet parents laughed, the boys laughed. Ever the mom, I told Lucky I was proud of how brave she was and gave her a big kiss-just not in front of the others. Never want to give one of my kids a complex.
When Will it End?
Nothing in particular mind you-but I'm getting a bit sick of hearing the stupidity of people in general.
My top pet peeves?
1-People who abuse and neglect their children. I'm imagining most people hate these poor excuses for human beings.
2-I'm sure you can guess-those awful people who abandon and abuse animals.
Both children and pets are not necessities-they're joys and privileges. If you don't want or can't go through with the care and feeding of them-just admit it and be a person who has neither.
3-People who have nothing to say about others beliefs except negative remarks.
Excuse me, our country was built on being a melting pot of diversity. Rather than denigrate others-learn what they're about! I'm not saying that you have to agree-but all of us have something to learn from those who believe and think differently than us. It's not a crime to have an opposite viewpoint.
4-I'm not going to eat bugs and things, but being a foodie-I think we should all be open to trying new cultural dishes. Whether it's a new herb or spice, cooking method, protein or switching up to trying a savory soup for breakfast rather than a bowl of cereal!
5-Neighbors who refuse to even say hello. I don't know about your block but we've been here for almost a year and do you know we haven't even seen the face of anyone who lives next door? Not one person came over and introduced themselves. Our son said we had it easy!
Last year Sam's mom sent her birthday flowers that were delivered next door since they weren't home. When they went to retrieve the gift-the neighbor rudely gave them the bouquet and said, "this isn't a good time to introduce ourselves." And with that he shut the door. So far, it has never been a good time.
I thought that once I started walking Lucky I'd finally get acquainted with some of the other pet parents. One lady with an older Goldie mix that looked slightly like Sunshine was quite nice-but I only saw her the one time. A man was at the mailbox with his pooch a few weeks ago and when I said "hi", he nodded and turned away.
Really? Is it that hard for people to say hello? I was told by another woman (she talked to us because it turned out she was a teacher's aide in Dylan's class last year) that we should be receiving an invite to a block party by mid-month. "They do it every year so we can meet all the newbies and form a better neighborhood watch." When I mentioned that we closed escrow October 4th of last year and my husband never saw any such invitation-she looked puzzled.
That's my rant for the week. I'm sure if I wanted to sit here and think harder I'd come up with more.
Oh wait-number 6 pet peeve. People who have pet peeves.