M & M's and lousy baseball

Not a great day for me.

My team got their asses spanked last night & I have a new addiction..
M & M peanuts…..oh sure they are gluten free but not good for me.

My husband bought Halloween candy this year.
There is a damn good reason why he never has done this before.
I normally buy it every year and I buy candy I don’t like for a reason.
I buy Snickers, Reese peanut butter cups, Kit-kat bars other things I will not eat.
Normally we buy the full size bars from Costco but this year money is tight so we discussed buying Halloween size candy this year and not be as popular as in previous years on the block.

I guess since we discussed this he figured while he was at Costco picking up a Rx he could just pick some up….which is thoughtful kind of….
I really hate when Rick goes to Costco alone because they sell lots of stuff in big amounts. It’s a manly store with big ole sides of beef that he can’t walk away from and bricks of cheese the size of his head so when he walks in there he goes ape shit nuts.
But I digress…. I will tell you some of the escapades another time….back to Halloween.

Numbnuts brings home the variety pack of candy the size of Rhode Island from Costco.
Doesn’t he know that I can rummage through this until I find something I like?
Don’t you think after 22 years he would have figured out that I can hear candy call my name no matter how high you put this enormous bag? (I have step stools goof ball)

Yes I am short, 5’2” and hubby is 6’2” so he thinks if the candy is high I won’t eat it. HA!

The damn fool believed me when I told him that. But last night I kept hearing little whispers of, “Peggy eat me, eat me, up here, c’mon get me, Peggy eat me.”

How can you resist this I ask you?
(Honestly it wasn’t Rick saying those things either – he was already snoring in his chair)

So last night during the horrifically embarrassing game I hit that bag like a raccoon to a garbage can. He and the dog snored as I gained 5lbs from sugar and nuts.
So wonderful for my health issues I know. I ate 8 of them….8!! I am a pig.
While there may only be 4 in each of those mini bags that is still 32 chocolate covered peanuts I unconsciously ate while screaming at my TV.

I waddled upstairs feeling sick from M & M’s and my team’s lousy play.

I am feeling like shit today.

Anyone got any Ben and Jerry’s that may help settle my tummy?

Apple Pie ...part II

My sister wrote & asked me for this recipe after she read about it here.
Then a friend called and asked how to make this as well.
So my ugly but good pie is listed below.
I will write the directions as the recipe called for.
Then I will tell you what I did differently.

Now you are all assuming it’s good and I can’t tell you that because I can’t eat it.
You are going by my husband’s reaction.
He will eat anything…..that my friends is my disclaimer in case you all don’t like it.
BTW he has finished the whole pie as of last night.
I took it out of the oven at 4pm on Saturday and it was gone by Monday night all by himself.
If only women could eat like this....oh we can but then we look like a barn. Sigh.

INGREDIENTS
1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
1/2 cup unsalted butter
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/4 cup water
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
8 Granny Smith apples - peeled, cored and sliced

DIRECTIONS
1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Melt the butter in a saucepan. Stir in flour to form a paste. Add water, white sugar and brown sugar, and bring to a boil. Reduce temperature and let simmer.
2. Place the bottom crust in your pan. Fill with apples, mounded slightly. Cover with a lattice work of crust. Gently pour the sugar and butter liquid over the crust. Pour slowly so that it does not run off.
3. Bake 15 minutes in the preheated oven. Reduce the temperature to 350 degrees F. Continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes, until apples are soft.

Now here is what I did differently than above directions.

1. I used a Pillsbury frozen pie crusts that you roll out – I cheated!I brushed egg white on the bottom crust so that it didn’t get soggy.I added a tsp of cinnamon to the apples and didn’t think that was enough so I just put in more. How much more you ask? I have no idea – maybe another tsp. I also put in a pinch of nutmeg.
2. When it came to the syrup I took the ¼ cup water and removed 1 tsp of it and replaced that with 1 tsp of vanilla. My thinking was it would be the same amount of liquid.I also didn’t pour it over the apples once in the pie crust because I knew I wasn’t doing a lattice top– I mixed it in the apples in the big bowl and then transferred them all to the crust.
3. I didn’t make a lattice top crust. I left some of the syrup out and poured that over the top so I could still get the sugary crunchy top. I am guessing about ¼ c was left out and used on the top. Again though I am guessing. I have to admit I sometimes cook and bake like the old Italian women in my family. All of it done by eye balling it.

Now Tallulah I expect you to perfect this because you are the high priestess of baking and cooking unlike myself. I dabble in comparision.

As Julia would say, Bon Appetit!

Monday Morning Tidbits

• It’s fall and I am loving it. I walked the dog this morning and all the leaves were fragrant and the smell of the air was just…..well fall like. Reminds me of apples. I love everything about fall. The colors, the weather, the leaves, the energy I get from it all. It really has its own energy and it’s one I enjoy much more than summer. It truly is my favorite time of year.

• My boys of summer are now my boys of fall and heading into the World Series. I was up way past my bedtime to watch the final out and jump around my tv room like a crazy old woman. Honestly if someone was looking in my windows they would have seen a woman in her pj’s and high on ½ a pain killer jumping up and down and no one else in the room. Hubby and dog went to bed at a normal hour like normal people. I never said I was normal.
• I made Rick an apple pie. Since I have a gluten intolerance I can’t have any goodies but it sure did smell good. The way he has been eating it since Saturday I would say it was good. He moans when he eats it and that’s a good sign. He laughed when I told him I was going to try something a little different. You see I decided to try this recipe I saw. But I never completely follow a recipe. It didn’t have cinnamon or nutmeg and I wanted both in there. C’mon who doesn’t have cinnamon in your apple pie? Then there was this carmel-y sauce you make and pour over the apples and then again over the top of the lattice crust. I added vanilla to that sauce because well I thought it needed a tsp of that as well. I also didn’t do a lattice crust – and just poured it over the top. It made it sugary and crunchy and everything that Rick loves. He was in heaven. I so wanted to have a piece but I just smelled it. He told me this was by far the best apple pie he has ever eaten so I guess I’ll do this recipe again. That’s a big deal since his mother’s recipe is the one he always wanted me to make before. Not pretty but apparently very tasty.

• My shoulder is giving me a lot of pain. I am concerned because it is just like it was before my rotator cuff surgery. Not good. Yesterday the pain was so bad it made me cry. I fear that something happened to it again. I hung in there until evening when I couldn’t stand it anymore and broke a pain pill in ½ and took it. I hate pain pills. But it took the edge off and that helped me to sleep….some. Not enough though.
• I heard Rod Stewart on TV this morning. No matter what genre that man sings I just love him. Gosh he has to be 60 something by now too. He looks great. I am sure he has had work done but he doesn’t look disfigured you know? I just saw a trailer of a new black comedy with Meg Ryan that looks great to me. But the whole time I just kept staring at her face. Why she did this to herself is beyond me. I too would love to look like I did at 25 but I have never seen anyone be able to without looking odd or disfigured so I guess I’ll just grow old and not I’m sure not gracefully either……going into old age kicking and screaming like I’m doing today.

Depression.

I read a lot of blogs and have noticed a common theme amongst them of late.
Everyone is depressed.

Is it the season? Is it the economy? Is it much deeper than that? I wonder.
Perhaps depressed people write more?

My first thought on reading one today was that I too was depressed when I lived in that part of the world. And the therapists I found there were most unhelpful, unconventional but not helpful by any stretch of the imagination.
So, I wondered if you get depressed living there or do depressed people find their way there?

Then I remembered a friend who lived in Pa. She had SAD, sun affected disorder. It’s that time of year and maybe that is what is causing all the depression.
Could it be that easy? Is it ever that easy?

Doctors don’t know shit about this trust me.
I remember when I had the world by the ass. Wonderful marriage, loved my job, making buckets of $$ and yet I could burst into tears at moments notice.
I couldn't understand why I was in this very dark and alone place.
No sleep, a walking zombie of depression. But my doctor kept insisting there must be something wrong with my marriage. The asshole had me leave with a box of anti-depressants and said, "this will help you." Ah the magic pill which I took.
I felt even worse. When I called his office to tell him that I hadn’t slept in 2 days because of the effect of these he told me, “but you feel better overall don’t you?” WTF?
Come to find out it was my thyroid which every numb nut said was normal.
I hate doctors but you all know that.

So why are so many of us depressed when we seem to have it all?
I don’t like my job, I make no money at said job and I have a wonderful hubby and we are stressed beyong belief with finances right now yet I’m not clinically depressed although a smart person sure as hell should be.

Why do so many women most of all get undiagnosed? Why are we made to feel less than if we do open up and say, “Hey things aren’t working for me right now.”
Why is this such a stigma?
If my heart didn’t work there is no stigma.
It’s an organ it’s not working properly end of story.
My brain is an organ too. If it’s not working properly then why is that a stigma and not workable? Just putting it out there. Got an answer?

Monday Mornings

Not a fan of mornings....any morning honestly.

I am not a morning person as my husband and dog are. Hubby wakes up all happy and talky and I want so scream at him but I remember I don't like to talk in the morning. If he had a tail like Izzy they both would be wagging like crazy in the morning. Both to drive me nuts I swear. How does one wake up like that?

I remember the 1st time I spent the night with him waaaay back in the day. That first night I remember thinking this guy is nuts, his water bed is set to 80 degrees and I'm dying here. I kept opening the window and there was a foot or more of snow and he kept getting up and closing the window. But it was worse come morning.

He got up humming! Humming I tell you!! Whistle while you work sort of thing.
Who the hell does that I ask you?
He was all perky and talking and singing his little song.
I wanted to just get dressed and go home.
But he was having none of that. He just kept talking and asking questions as I slowly moved about looking for my clothes off the floor.

Can't I make you something to eat?
Or would you prefer to go out to get breakfast?
God it's a beautiful day isn't it?
Wanna go to the beach this afternoon?
We can cross country ski or walk on the paths?
Do you have plans today?
Are you mad or something?
Cat got your tongue?
You are okay aren't you?
C'mon let's go get some breakfast on Peach.

OMG I WILL DO ANYTHING IF YOU PROMISE TO STOP TALKING AND HUMMING is what I am thinking but I say nothing and barely make my lips curl up to a smile.

You're not a morning person are you?

Ya think?
Do you get up this happy every morning?

Of course it's morning. What's not to be happy about?

Oh my God I wanted to crawl back into bed with the covers over my head but we all know his bed was hot as hell and the window was closed.
A good lay can only take get you so far is what the song in my head is playing!

He hasn't changed in all these years either only now he has a dog to talk to in the morning. Bad thing is he talks to her about me like I can't hear him.

Mommy is cranky in the morning isn't she Izzy?
She's no fun like we are is she?
It's going to be a beautiful day today too.
Do you want to go for a walk and let Mrs. Cranky Pants wake up and finish her coffee?
Maybe we'll get her to smile by the time we get back.

I guess he thinks this will make me feel better, or talk or smile but really.....
They leave and I swear if I had the engery I would do a happy dance but I might spill my coffee.

I need to just sit and enjoy the quiet non humming home.

This just makes me happy.....deal with it.

Tonight is the 1st game of the playoff's before the World Series.
I will be on the edge of my seat all night. I hope it will be a happy ending.
This is now my life for the next few weeks.
It's a sickness that has no cure....and I love it!
I can not even articulate how much this means to me.
Here comes #27!!!!!!!!!!

This makes me want to move to Canada......again

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2009/10/15/jon-stewart-takes-on-30-r_n_321985.html

Brrrrrr........

Okay those of us in the East and North are freezing our asses off right about now.
Man it's cold. And yes I am a wuss.

Our average temp at this time of year is 68. I even looked it up to be sure it wasn't wishful thinking. It's going to be a high today of 47. It's pouring rain and it's dark out. Jeez this is early isn't it? Kind of like Seattle weather as I remember it.

So here I sit in fleece in October for heaven's sake. I can't imagine my boys of summer will be be able to play ball this Friday night in this weather.
Halloween should be a hoot just like where I grew up....only without the snow.
It always seemed to snow on halloween when I was growing up but honestly it just always snowed up there period.

Last year here we sat out on the porch with our lawn chairs and cocktails and handed out candy to the kids. I love halloween. I love seeing all the kids and I love the chocolate.....hey I bought it.

I remember having what I thought was the most beautiful halloween costume of my whole life.
I guess I was about 6-7 yrs old. It was a fairy costume. White dress with sparkles & big sparkly wings and I wanted to wear this outfit all the time. Yes, I was a fru-fru little girl. (and still am I love me some sparkly) How I loved these wings. That is what I remember most.

It snowed a few feet and I had to have on my snow pants and boots and I thought that was quite enough. But noooooo, my mom wanted me in a coat, scarf up to my nose, hat and gloves.
I really didn't mind the gloves I could still hold my sparkly wand with gloves.
But to cover up my wings?

I am a ole menopausal woman now and I remember this like it was yesterday.
I sure as hell can't find my car in the mall parking lot on most days, but I remember this vividly.
I cried like crazy. I wanted people to see my sparkly wings!!!! I was told that if I kept up this behavior I wouldn't go at all. The idea of no wings AND no chocolate was more than my 6 year old self could handle so I behaved.....kind of.

I know I was wimpering when my coat had to be put on. Just as we were leaving my Mom's sister showed up. My Aunt Dee Dee was a spoiler. I mean to say she spoiled my sister and I like you wouldn't believe. She had no children and being with Aunt Dee Dee was always so much fun to my sister and I. Dee Dee walked in and saw us all wrapped up in snow clothes and said to my Mom, "where are their costumes?" I immediatley asked if I could show Aunt Dee Dee my fairy wings. So off comes the coat and scarf. She makes a fuss just like I wanted.
She asked my mom, "why don't you just cut them off and put them on the coat?"
My mom responded with, "The way they are attached it will rip her costume."
My Aunt said the magicial words, "So what, it's not like she'll be able to fit in this next year right?" At which point I jumped up and down and said, "Yes, mom pleeaaaasssse!"

I don't know how Dee Dee did it but my mom gave in. Dee Dee winked at me and I hugged her.
My mom uttered something about "your Aunt Dee......
So the brat I am got to have my wings on the outside of my snow suit. You could only see my eyes, my wand and my wings but I just didn't care!! I wish I could find a photo of that because that would be a hoot. I know it must have looked completely ridiculous but I was happy as any kid could be on halloween - 2 feet of snow or not!

Toxic People

Toxic People don't know they are toxic.
Negative people don't think they are negative.

Would they see it if they were shown hours of video with their comments and behavior?
You know like the surprised targets see their ugly clothing choices on What Not To Wear?

Something happened to me when I turned 40.
Yes, something other than my tits and ass falling that is.
I started to not be a people pleasing person. I no longer was going to say YES, when I really wanted to say NO. It was truly one of the most difficult things to do. Yes, even more difficult than eliminating carbs or trying on a bathing suit in winter with those glaring flourescent lights!

I started slowly. I found saying No was uncomfortable. I would squirm. But I continued.
I found the uncomfortable place was better than saying yes to do something I couldn't do and then going home to bitch to my husband about how dare they ask me to do this. So I realized that Dr. Phil did say one thing in his life that made sense - people treat you the way you allow them to treat you. I was being walked on because I was afraid if I didn't let them they wouldn't like me. So began my era of "people treat me the way I allow them to treat me."
That became my mantra as I continued to forge ahead with my No's. Oh my family was the worst. I was a bitch they would say. I heard it all. But I stuck to my guns. Even though some of those times made me cry I was determined.

I will bend over backwards for family and friends but I am finding that most will just suck the life out of you if you let them. So are those really friends? I mean c'mon we all know family we're stuck with good and bad. But "friends"? We don't have a lot of options here. We can talk to them. We can try to explain our point of view. Perhaps a when you do this it makes me feel like XYZ. But if they don't understand and continue to do this then is it time to move on or is that mean?

I have chosen to move on. Life for me has been a lot of highs and lows like for most people. Right now I don't need all the negativity. I also don't need the bullshit.
I am straight up no chaser for God's sake - c'mon I don't like bullshit.
One does not have to be hurtful to be honest. That can't be said enough - "you can be honest without being hurtful" repeat after me.

I wrote an email awhile back to some friends as a joke. I know if I posted it here ya'll would comment on the humor or comment in kind with your witty retorts. However I got one back that was negative. One. Normally I would have let it go but it was the straw that broke this camels back.

When discussing this with the person I told her there were 2 but there was only her negativity. I wanted to open dialog. This had been going on for a long time. (my husband pointed out when she was visiting how everything no matter how mundane became a negative comment from her) I was now tired of it to be honest. But I wanted to show her that she didn't have to go there but how? I mentioned that it was a joke she realized that right? oh she did she said. I asked if she could explain why she said what she did then to me I was puzzled. She went on a negative tirade. I realized right then that there was nothing I could say so why say more. She was exhausting and I was tired. I left it float there and I said nothing more. I ended the conversation and in my mind the friendship to. It made me step back and look at all the things said over the years and all the snarky comments said I realized I had to purge this and I did. I sometimes still feel badly but mostly not. She insisted there was a positive comment at the end that I was overlooking. And God love her she was correct and I told her that and that was all I said.
She didn't get it so what point was there of pointing that out to her. It did make me laugh though. The equalivant would be, "You are a Big, Fat, Stupid, Low Class White Trash Piece of Shit, but your hair looks kind of nice." What you didn't hear me tell you your hair looked nice?
That kind of thing.

So I have moved on. You are asking, so why the hell did that come up today?
Because today I saw a quote that read....
Toxic relationships are like broken glass. It’s better to leave them broken...than hurt yourself trying to fix it.

Now if only family members could stop finding ways to suck the life out of me from miles and miles away.

Fall

As you can see by the new header I was at the lake this weekend.

The water was cold (65) the air was crisp (67) and the water was like glass. Great for boating and there were a lot of other boaters doing the same. I love boating this time of year because the leaves are falling and it smells great, you see a whole lot more of everything because the trees are thinning out. Izzy loved all the ducks she saw, that kept her perched up front of the boat watching them all.

It's that sad time of year when the hammock comes down and all the outside furniture comes in or gets covered. The refridgerator and cupboards are emptied and it just makes me sad.

Izzy was in heaven and swam her little head off. She didn't think it was that cold. Brrr....

It's funny but I actually feel badly for her that she has nothing but a city dogs life for the next few cold months. She is so free there, no leashes, running so hard her ears are back and being able to smell everything and anything. Her tail is in constant motion she is so happy. And she sleeps a lot there as well from all the exercise.

Rick and I feel the same. I swear as soon as we pull into the driveway our blood pressure lowers and it's so relaxing. I love the smell of all the trees and fall leaves. It's a bitch to rake an acre of trees but the smell is the best. We did a lot of work on the house and getting things ready for winter but we also had a wonderful time. We drank a lot of wine Saturday while working which I must confess makes for a lot more laughter and fun for tedious jobs that neither of us wanted to tackle.

And then late afternoon on a beautiful Saturday we hunkered down together into the double hammock wrapped in a comforter and had a wine nap, a full 2 1/2 hour wine together with Izzy sleeping by the side of the hammock the whole time with us. She was swimmer dog tired, we were just buzzed in the middle of the afternoon.....life is great.

Now back to city life....kicking and screaming all the way.

One of My Favorite little Trails...by Izzy

Here is a photo of where those snorting deer jumped out at me and Mom that I told you all about a few days ago......

This is me just being pretty staring at the pond that my mean parents won't let me jump in.

This isn't the pond that gave me swamp eye so I don't get it why I can't go in there.

Honestly. Parents!

This below is just me watching some birds.... can you see how dark my winter coat has come in?

My summer highlights are all gone on the top of my head.

For some reason that makes mommy sad - she's nutty, I'm just a dog and I roll in poop so who cares.

Can you see the place they shaved my leg for the IV?

It's itchy and so is my belly that they shaved. I am not happy about any of that but they told me I had to because they didn't want little Izzy's around. I don't see why not they tell me I'm a good girl why not lots of me????

Life

I guess it’s true that you are born when you were supposed to be born. That you get the parents, children and the pets that your heart was meant to share. That everything in your life has a reason and a purpose. Never really thought about it much but as I age I have begun to see things in my rear view mirror that I think give you a different perspective.

This clarity came to me while watching my tivo’d Mad Men eipisode last night.
I watch these women who have no choices. Who have marriages that do not fulfill them.
Who have children not because they want them but because society makes them feel less if they should ever utter the phrase, “I would prefer not to have children”
Educated women who speak more than 1 language with degrees out the ying yang but to be married must give it all up to deal with laundry, dinners and being arm candy for your upwardly mobile husband. They all seem to be walking depressed pretty zombies. I just wouldn’t have lasted a minute.

I don’t think I could have held my tongue or stayed in “my place” . I don’t think I could have been put into a peg that didn’t feel right for me.
I believe I would have squirmed and wiggled until I was completely and utterly bonkers. I would have been one of those women who had a “breakdown” I guess it was good that I wasn’t born until much later.

While I am an old fart in today’s world I am young enough to have lived to see the fight for women’s rights. Oh sure we have a helluva long way to go but it’s so much better.
I have had choices. I remember in high school when all I ever wanted was to be a disc jokey. For 2 years my guidance counselor told me to get it out of my head. No college for me in communications. I was a girl and I should think about nursing or teaching. I wanted none of either. I continued on my quest. I even took a test that they gave to see what we were suited for. I am sure it a Myers Briggs type of thing back in the day. My test results came back with one of the careers well suited for my personality was disc jockey. That was when the guidance counselor told me that women couldn’t become disc jockeys because they “drone” No one will listen to them so I had to stop this nonsense. He heard about my paper for English class where I interview the “morning mayor” of a local radio station and that while the paper was good (got an A) I had to stop all the foolishness and think about another career. This was the 70’s. A decade after Mad Men and while it was better it still wasn’t great for women.

There are still so many things that we can improve on. Here in 2009 I realize that at age 50 a woman becomes invisible. A Man at 50 is distinguished and sexy.
I also know that today a woman in power or that wants power or to be moving up in her career is considered a bitch, too tough, power hungry and or a lesbian. A man who strives for power in his profession is considered a go getter, driven, and sexy. So you can see that while it is better it’s not quite there yet.

Watching Mad Men sometimes makes me sad for the men too. They are so confused. They would no more engage in their children’s lives than come out of the closet. They have fears of being too soft. They have the stress of being the only bread winner. They can’t be relaxed and be honest. It’s all a show for them too. Today’s man has sometimes gone to far to the feminine side for me but it’s still better than these machismo’s in 1963 any day.

I love the clothes on Mad Men although those pointy bras and girdles would kill me. But then again are Spanx that much different? I love that women dress for shopping. Yea, it’s ridiculous in today’s world but there is something to be said for proper attire in certain situations and arenas. (this goes for men as well but being a woman I will focus there) I miss that. I am not a person who will wear sweats on a plane. I don’t give a shit how long the flight is. That isn’t me. You can be comfortable without looking like you’re traveling in your PJ’s. I’m an east coast gal who believes in dressing. I fit more in NY than LA. Even though I’ve lived in neither. Stacy on What not to Wear would love me just for not traveling and going in public in sweat pants.

So while I bitch about 2009 and it’s lack of civility, manners and just plain ole niceness I believe this is the right time for me to be here. I had a career that those poor women in Mad Men could only dream of. I have a partner in my life and not just a husband. I can wear sweats to go to the grocery store if I wanted to. I can choose to not have children and while there is still a stigma I don’t have to wear a scarlet letter.

All in all I think I was born at the right time for me…..how about you?

Deer, Mommy and Me

Hi Izzy the dog here....I'm writing for my mom today.

My mom is a bit clumsy, like me. She dropped her camera in the bottom of the lake and ooooh boy was Daddy ever mad at her! So she doesn’t have any new photo’s of me except in video. She is always carrying that little video camera with her. (it’s the size of a phone) The poor woman needs a kid or two so she'd leave me the hell alone but it could be worse I guess. I do like posing.

She says I look like velvet and she has to capture it.

She tells me it's fun to capture all my shenanigans

I think she is just crazy. I know I’m cute as a button though.

Everyone tells me that so it’s not conceited to say that is it?

Little kids love my ears. The little girl across the street is always playing with them.

She’s 3 and she always says my ears are so soft. Whatever...it feels good so I let her play.

The other day when mommy and I were walking on a trail by our house 2 deer jumped out at us. That day she didn't have her video camera. The deer just ran out of the woods and stopped dead in their tracks and stared at us. I think we starteled them like they did us.

They were only 2 ft. away! Mommy screamed. We were frozen. I just sat there and stared at them. I was so scared I didn’t even bark. The big mommy deer started to snort and stomp her feet. We thought they were going to charge us. That got mommy really scared. I think she peed a little.

The mommy and baby deer then ran past us so fast and so close to us that we felt the wind. Then mommy and I turned and ran right behind them. They ran right into the street but no one hit them thank goodness. My little heart was pounding so hard and I bet mommy’s was too. We both ran home real fast! She told Daddy she had never been that close to a deer before except at the zoo. I don’t know what a Zoo is but I hope we’re never that close again…..they are kind of scary and big up close....especially that one that was snorting so loudly at us.

As soon as my parents get a new camera I’ll send you some new photo’s.
They keep saying that business is slow so they can’t get a new camera right now. I don’t know what that means but I miss posing for all those pictures….cause I’m cute right?

Fixer Upper

I woke up to Izzy licking my arm dangling over the bed.
She comes to me first every morning because I feed her. I sat up and realized she couldn't eat this morning and was wondering how the hell I was going to deal with this. Today was her day to get "fixed"

God how I love this little dog. She was so excited as my feet hit the floor. She ran around to the other side of the bed wagging her tail & Rick was already up and dressing. He said he'd take her for a walk first. I ran downstairs to hide her bowls. No water, no food after 9pm they said. And this girl is on a routine. She eats after her walk because we make her or she would just wake up and go eat.

Last night she had spa night. We figured after surgery she wouldn't be able to get a bath and such for awhile and we aren't fond of stinky Izzy as much as pretty Izzy.

So she had her nails trimmed, furminated and a bath. Oh she loves to be furminated. (if you have a dog and don't have a furminator you don't know what you are missing!!!!) She even likes the ole dremmel for her nails. But oh how she doesn't like a bath. She hates them!
I find that funny since she loves water so much....walking into puddles, rolling around in water and swimming. But a bath - she will run.

My hubby used to give her a 'bath"and take her with him into the shower.
So now every time Izzy is in the bedroom and my husband is getting undressed she will high tail it out of the bedroom so fast because she figures, "he's naked again & he's gonna want me to get a bath and I'm outta here!"

So this morning she walked to keep her away from food. We played and wrestled and then she sat at the spot where her bowl was and just did a heavy sigh. That made us laugh. She sat there quietly for a long time as we got dressed for her trip to the vet's. She had to be there at 7:30am. At 6:50am she wimpered and kept staring at the empty spot where her bowls used to be.

Dear Lord I thought I was going to cry. This poor thing. I wish I could communicate with her to say why we are doing this to her. So one more little walk to occupy her mind.
Out the door we go, the 3 of us. She sees her girlfriend at the end of the block and that made her forget all about her hunger. She ran to go play with Libby.
They wrestled as we adults discussed how the poor thing has no idea what is about to happen to her.

On the way back to the house we decided to head over to the vet's a bit early. Get her in the car and keep things moving. Izzy loves the vet.....don't know that she will after today but she loves going there. They make a fuss over her and their are other dogs there, what's not to love?
We parked the car and got out with she and her food. She was pulling us into the office. Everyone there acts so excited to see her as they take her from us. Not even a look in our direction from her and off she goes.

She is spending the night there. I don't understand why. No one is there with her after 8p so why couldn't she come home? But it does give us a night out. Going to dinner with some friends and having a date night. It should be a fun night.

The chances of us not thinking about her and how she is dealing with being alone is nil.
That is what is bothering us the most. She doesn't even like it when we're not in the same room w/her so this ought to be something for her. I am hoping she is still loopy from surgery and pain medication so she will sleep a lot and not notice that those 2 nut jobs who spoil her aren't even around.

For me to get through this I think I'll be drinking alot tonight.