What?

Jan 172012
 

Really?

It can’t be.

My babies are no longer babies.  They are growing up too fast.

It seems like only yesterday when I would hold you in my arms and give you lots of kisses and smell that new baby smell.

But I guess there’s nothing I can do about it, as long as you continue to let me have hugs and kisses.

Mark my words, when  you get to a certain age, let’s say the magical 29, I think that you’ll want to stop growing older (just ask your Mommy).  But until that time, I’ll give you a little leniency.  Just a little.

Happy 5th Birthday Kayla!

You’re growing into quite the little lady, and I’m glad I’ve been able to watch you every step of the way.

Love,  Grandma

Feline Hospice Care

Jan 162012
 

Caring for a 19-year-old cat can be a difficult task.  They are elders after all.  Older people in furry bodies

And I have been down this road before, having a feline that was also a family member that had a terrible disease.  With Calie, our wonderful, if bitchy, Calico, it is no different.  The worst part is making sure that she eats.

Lately, I feel like a mad scientist when it comes to concocting food that she will like.  Scoop part of Can “A” and a part of Can “B” into her dish, mash together and hope that she will eat a portion of it.  There is a huge *happy dance* when she eats all of it.  This is few and far between lately.

Snubbing food is a common occurrence lately, and it pains me when this happens.  I am transported back to when my girls were little and they would say “I don’t like it” before they even took a bite.  Pissed me off to no end, I tell ya.  It is no different with a cat.

The last couple of days have been particularly painful, with very little food eaten.  I’ve researched Kidney disease in cats, have talked to other people that have gone through what she is right now, and know what is coming.  This struggle that she has had to endure for the last 3 years is winding down, I’m afraid, and sooner rather than later either she or I will have to decide when it will end.

I’m praying that this time around, it won’t be up to me.

New Year, New Snow

Jan 022012
 

Well, the start of the new year didn’t exactly turn out like we had planned.

I was all set to regale you with tales of our adventures to Rick’s home town to be with his family for New Year’s Day (which was supposed to be a Christmas get-together… we combine holidays around here, easier to get family together), but this time of year you have to keep your eye on the weather channel for any chance of snow.

And snow it did.  Mother Nature and Old Man Winter got together and blew our plans to smithereens.  The first wave of the white stuff fell over night and accumulated 4+ inches on the ground, enough for Rick to pull out the snowblower.  Early afternoon brought another couple inches.  Enter snowblower workout #2.

I have a feeling that Rick is going to start cursing the snow by the end of the month (along with the rest of the state of Wisconsin).

We did, however, still get to spend some time with his family through the wonderful technology of the interwebs and a little video program called Skype.  We were able to visit with them without having to white-knuckle it 4 hours each way, worry about getting home before it got dark (a driving phobia of mine… it involves deer) and not spend a dime on gas.  Isn’t technology wonderful?

There was a turkey dinner, homemade hooch and cherry bombs, and lots of laughter.  They even invited us to join in their card game.  I’m not exactly sure how that would have worked over the internet, but we had fun speculating on it.

I truly wish that we could have made the trip, but as they say, weather happens.

 

Christmas Blahs

Dec 192011
 

For the life of me I can’t figure out why I can’t get in the Christmas mood.

I’ve done the shopping, wrapped the presents, bought the spiral ham.

We even have a Christmas tree!!

All of these things usually brighten me up and get my gears humming for the holidays.

Except this year.  What is wrong with me?

We have snow!  We have houses adorned with sparkling colored lights!  We have Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer on TV!  What’s not to like about that?

Yet I can’t get that giddyness to seep through my overworked, tired and emotionally burnt-out self.  It takes every ounce of my self-control to not say “Meh” when somebody wishes me a Merry Christmas.

I feel like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree.

I think the only remedy is to have a bunch of little rugrats grandkids around excitedly opening up presents and giving hugs and kisses and “I love you’s”.

For us Grandma’s, that’s the best cure for anything.  And I only have 6 more days to get through until that happens.

I’m feeling better already.

They’re Never Too Young to Learn

Dec 092011
 

Playing cards run in the Rooney blood.  I have witnessed this first hand.  Anytime you get more than 4 of them together, you can guarantee that there will be a card game of some sorts going on.

And they are hard core when it comes to cards.  Money is usually involved.  Every man/woman for themselves.

Fact:  There was a card game in full swing at our wedding reception.

So I guess I shouldn’t have been so surprised when I entered the kitchen when Nichole and the girls were visiting to discover a card game in full swing.

Only this time there was only one adult involved.

Turns out that Rick had combined “Go Fish” with Gin Rummy.  Fish Rummy?

The only thing missing were the betting chips.  If we had any, you know they would have been used.

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