After all these years my husband can still surprise me.
And this turquoise necklace for Valentine’s Day was certainly a surprise (especially when I told him not to get me anything).
But I just love it and got loads of compliments from the people at work when I wore it Wednesday.
Yes, he gave me his heart 20 years ago, and he’s still reminding me that I have it.
And I’m glad he didn’t listen to me this one time.
Ah, Valentine’s Day. A day for love. To get your sweetheart something that tells them how much you care about them.
(It’s also another terribly commercialized holiday where candy makers and card companies make out like bandits, but I won’t get into that because, you know, I don’t want to spoil the mood of the day.)
So what did I get my loving husband this year? The man who has has everything?
Why something he could use, of course.
His sweet tooth will be doing cartwheels.
(And I’m sure that Thor will find a wayward wrapper to chew on and wake me up at hell-thirty in the morning.)
Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart.
*smooches*
Another one of my Grandchildren has decided to defy me and have another birthday.
Don’t they realize that every time they celebrate a birthday I get older too?
Oh, that’s right, I stopped having birthdays in the middle ages.
But this isn’t about me, it’s about her.
Happy 10th Birthday, Paige.
You are growing into such a beautiful young lady.
Your Dad sure has his work cut out for him in the not-so-distant future keeping all those boys away from you. (Good luck with that one Corey 😉 )
Even though we can’t be with you tonight, remember that your Grandma & Grandpa love you very much.
xoxoxo
If you’re unfamiliar, Calie has been dealing with Kidney failure, or Chronic Renal Failure (CRF), for over 3 years now. It can be a slow, painful condition for any animal, and frankly I’m not sure how she has been able to hang on this long.
But knowing her as well as I do, it doesn’t surprise me. She’s a feisty one (well duh, she’s a Calico!). This type of a cat is a fighter, but at her advanced age (19), that fighting spirit doesn’t really show itself until she goes to the Vet.
When I’m home alone on Monday’s, I really get to spend time with the furballs. They enjoy their “alone” time with me and I get to observe their normal everyday routine that they have when I am at work.
Which mostly consists of sleeping.
But with the CRF, I also get to see how much activity Calie is getting, along with the amount of water she drinks and how frequently she uses the litterbox. If you know anything about CRF, drinking water and peeing are tell-tale signs of where she is at with the disease.
And on Monday, the “P” factor was definitely an issue. As in, it wasn’t happening. Which scared the bejesus out of me. She wanted to, but couldn’t.
Enter unexpected trip into the Vet, where Calie turns from Dr. Jekyll into Mr. Hyde in a nanosecond.
She’s fine with me holding her, but anyone else comes near her with a hand and stand back! The hissing starts and the claws threaten to come out in full force.
I feel sorry for her, because I don’t like to inflict that kind of stress on her. I also feel sorry for the people at the Vet’s office because all they want to do is pet her and help her and she turns into this vicious monster. Which, by the way, is quite amazing when she is less than 5 pounds now and looks like a fragile kitten.
Diagnosis? Based on the information I gave, the Doctor is going with a UTI (Urinary Tract Infection). A liquid antibiotic has been prescribed that I have to give her twice a day for a week (oh joy). She hates it (of course).
Weird factor? Thor must smell the meds on her because He Won’t Leave He Alone! He comes up to her, sniffs her, meows at her like “Hey, gonna share that stuff or what?” She is less than thrilled by his attention.
Of course.
She’s a Calico.
*Cross your fingers that the meds do the trick, or else it’s back to the Vet for further diagnosing.
We have a special sense of humor in our family.
Case in point:
The Christmas card Christine got from my brother this year.
I would expect nothing less from him. That’s why I love him.
One of the Christmas presents I received from Christine.
This one totally cracked me up!
I think I’ll take it to work.
People there think I’m a little off base anyway.
