He's in Kitty heaven now. I seem to be handling it ok, but the minute I started to type this and think of it, tears welled up in my eyes, so I'm definitely still very hurt. Just know it was peaceful and easy, for him. Yesterday the weather was spectacular. Felix and I lounged on a blanket out on the grass in the shade of the pine until he got tired of me staring at him and talking to him, and so he hobbled away back to the deck. I tried to follow and spend more time with him, but he basically told me he'd had enough attention and to buzz off. Made me smile. Ever since we got Miadda, he's been pretty much a loner. He loves to be loved and cuddled on his terms and for his ideal length of time. *big sigh* Angie Untisz was the mostest awesomest vet I have ever encountered. Once again Felix and family were blessed with a kind, caring, compassionate, animal lover. That's all I have to say about that. Yes, I did forget to mention in Tuesday's blog the time Fee took an unauthorized two day vacation in the trailer part next our apartment. Of course, that's just my guess on where he was. He could have been under/around the apartments, or in a field close by, but the scariest is that we lived right next to highway 217. Worried sick for the whole time, I slept on the couch under the open living room window with the screen removed. Came to find later that he did try to get back in through the window, but he was off the mark and tried to jump in the next door neighbors window. I also probably left out tons of nicknames, but a couple more I remembered were Clickity Claws, Scoo Bah, Scuba Steve, and Grand Paw. At the memorial, a family of five raccoons, four babies, had a procession less than six feet in front of us, at 3:15 in the afternoon. They were making little raccoon noises and seemed to have absolutely no fear. I love you Felix!
Word(s) of the day: THANATOLOGY
Lexie log: Lexie got up at 7:30 in the morning yesterday. This is extremely early, but it worked very well for the day. A little before noon, I took her to her room and stuck in "Home on the Range" and left for a while. When I came back she had tucked herself into bed and was taking a nap. She slept until 3:50. I think she's cutting more teeth or something, but whatever it was, it worked out wonderfully. Felix and I got to spend time I needed together without her interrupting, she didn't have to witness any part of anything, and she's none the wiser. Just as LB here at work said, no hurry to loose her innocence. There are four other fuzzy creatures in the house, and three of those actually expect and sometimes covet her attentions (unlike Felix), so we are waiting to see if she even notices. She certainly flew into a panic and hysterics at a recent vet visit when the tech took him away down the hall and left us without him, but in general, Felix had a self-imposed restraining order of about 15 feet. If she violated it, he'd just move away. She knows his name and who he is, but doesn't have any close relationship with him. Other than that, she has been more temperamental (I was going to say fussier, but that seems inappropriately young for her now) for the last couple days. My guess it is a combination of her picking up on the general vibes of stress and high emotion, mixed with a whooper of a tooth somewhere in the back.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, Felix's love, Angie Untisz, sunny days, peace, memories, dreams, BP and Dad, Mom's support, co-workers and friends sympathy and support, and life.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
When will I see you again? When will we share precious moments?
I've been looking...Well now, that's odd, I stopped typing that sentence over 20 minutes ago to go do something, and now I haven't a clue what the rest of the sentence was or what I was looking
for. Another day of distraction. Felix Pinkerton was born sometime around March of 1990. He looked like an adorable little skunk and so he was rescued from Scamps at Beaverton Mall. His first home was an apartment that didn't accept pets, so he was smuggled in, and out even. He took well to being harness trained, so he got to go lots and lots of places. My little buddy. He's been as far South as California, and as far North as Canada. He stayed at a hotel room in Canada and actually went to the bathroom in a makeshift litter box comprised of an old cardboard box and some dirt from the hotel grounds. He went through the Wildlife Safari in Winston, Oregon...In the trunk, because they didn't allow pets. The car overheated, we were stranded, he almost escaped, and whew. One of his many adventures...He's been trampled (lightly) by a heard of bread crazed ducks at Rock Creek 185, he's been stared down by a black and white cow (cow's nose was inches from Felix flat on the sand staring back up at her) on the beach of Sauvie Island, and he made his great escape at Hagg Lake, on the lamb for at least a couple hours of worrisome search and calling. He's lived in three different apartments and three different houses, the last house being the bestest. He has a wonderful park like yard with pine tress, and it's all fenced off (thank's Dad) so that other cat's can't get in. He is master moth hunter, in his youth he was also master fly hunter, and he wins the award for high jump. He used to sit on top of the fridge and play catch with a toy sticky ball. You just threw this ball up and it would be stuck to the ceiling a couple feet above him, he would sit and stare at it as it slowly detached from the ceiling. At just the right moment his paw would come out and he would catch the falling ball with one claw. His best critter friend in the world was Oscar the rabbit. He's been camping at the beach, Jones creek, Bend, the California Redwoods, and Snake River Idaho. He got out at the Garfield house a couple times and caught a few rodents. Felix sat like a Buddha doll, only late in life did we realize this was probably easier for him since his 7th vertebrae was fused to the sacrum. The only stuffed animal he ever loved was a pink frog won from a carnival type claw game. He loved the styrofoam lizards from the Rose festival, he could rip one to shreds in less than a week. His first nick name was cheese head, as he actually stuck his head in your mouth after you ate Doritos. He's had many nicknames: the skunk, cheese head, Buddha Fee, felicity, poohbah, Feeber, Feester, Fee, Feeline, Park Fee, Late Fee, and Bubby Bubster from Butte Montana (Bubby for short). He has mostly always been my cuddle bear, sleeping in my arms or by my head, but for the last couple years he has gravitated to Frank. He is a cuddler, a big cuddler, I held him for twenty minutes last night, purring away. He is so so so loved.
Word(s) of the day: HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPPEDALIOPHOBIA
Lexie log: Grammy came over yesterday. We sat and played on the back porch for a while, went to Haggens to pick up dinner from the deli, and wandered around the store with Lexie in the green kids shopping cart shaped like a car that she can sit in and pretend to drive. By the time we got home, she was asleep. She got her Winnie, Piglet, and Tiger back and watched Frosty the Snowman on TV.
Today I'm grateful for Felix, memories, Frank and Lexie, Mom and Dad, and life.
for. Another day of distraction. Felix Pinkerton was born sometime around March of 1990. He looked like an adorable little skunk and so he was rescued from Scamps at Beaverton Mall. His first home was an apartment that didn't accept pets, so he was smuggled in, and out even. He took well to being harness trained, so he got to go lots and lots of places. My little buddy. He's been as far South as California, and as far North as Canada. He stayed at a hotel room in Canada and actually went to the bathroom in a makeshift litter box comprised of an old cardboard box and some dirt from the hotel grounds. He went through the Wildlife Safari in Winston, Oregon...In the trunk, because they didn't allow pets. The car overheated, we were stranded, he almost escaped, and whew. One of his many adventures...He's been trampled (lightly) by a heard of bread crazed ducks at Rock Creek 185, he's been stared down by a black and white cow (cow's nose was inches from Felix flat on the sand staring back up at her) on the beach of Sauvie Island, and he made his great escape at Hagg Lake, on the lamb for at least a couple hours of worrisome search and calling. He's lived in three different apartments and three different houses, the last house being the bestest. He has a wonderful park like yard with pine tress, and it's all fenced off (thank's Dad) so that other cat's can't get in. He is master moth hunter, in his youth he was also master fly hunter, and he wins the award for high jump. He used to sit on top of the fridge and play catch with a toy sticky ball. You just threw this ball up and it would be stuck to the ceiling a couple feet above him, he would sit and stare at it as it slowly detached from the ceiling. At just the right moment his paw would come out and he would catch the falling ball with one claw. His best critter friend in the world was Oscar the rabbit. He's been camping at the beach, Jones creek, Bend, the California Redwoods, and Snake River Idaho. He got out at the Garfield house a couple times and caught a few rodents. Felix sat like a Buddha doll, only late in life did we realize this was probably easier for him since his 7th vertebrae was fused to the sacrum. The only stuffed animal he ever loved was a pink frog won from a carnival type claw game. He loved the styrofoam lizards from the Rose festival, he could rip one to shreds in less than a week. His first nick name was cheese head, as he actually stuck his head in your mouth after you ate Doritos. He's had many nicknames: the skunk, cheese head, Buddha Fee, felicity, poohbah, Feeber, Feester, Fee, Feeline, Park Fee, Late Fee, and Bubby Bubster from Butte Montana (Bubby for short). He has mostly always been my cuddle bear, sleeping in my arms or by my head, but for the last couple years he has gravitated to Frank. He is a cuddler, a big cuddler, I held him for twenty minutes last night, purring away. He is so so so loved.
Word(s) of the day: HIPPOPOTOMONSTROSESQUIPPEDALIOPHOBIA
Lexie log: Grammy came over yesterday. We sat and played on the back porch for a while, went to Haggens to pick up dinner from the deli, and wandered around the store with Lexie in the green kids shopping cart shaped like a car that she can sit in and pretend to drive. By the time we got home, she was asleep. She got her Winnie, Piglet, and Tiger back and watched Frosty the Snowman on TV.
Today I'm grateful for Felix, memories, Frank and Lexie, Mom and Dad, and life.
Monday, June 27, 2005
To dream the impossible dream, to fight the unbeatable foe...
Weariness 1, Sleep 0. Felix is breaking our hearts, and last night was time to make the worst decision one could have to make. This week we will love and cuddle him all we/he can bare and then it seems that it will be better if he goes on to heaven. I'm having a really tough time today, now that we've discussed it and it's out in the open, I am weary and despondent. I fell asleep crying, darn near woke up crying. My best friend for over 15 years. Only my parents have known me that close, that long. -- On a better note, we did have a nice visit with Uncle Ken and Aunt Janice.
Word(s) of the day: LOVE
Lexie log: Saturday Lexie and I got up around 9:30. I made all of us scrambled eggs for breakfast and then Lex and I watched Pooh's Grand Adventure, took a shower/bath, got ready, waited for Daddy to get ready, and went to Gramma Betty's for a few hours. The usual sitting on the front porch, shootin' the breeze with Patty Ann and Jay, watching Lex run around and play, avoiding Yancy over-affection, and I pretty much finished sewing my 'medicine bag'. Daddy and I headed up to Popeye's for take out for us all, and we ate on the porch. We left her mini-diaper bag and her Winnie, Piglet, and Tigger toys there. The diaper bags is easy, we have more than one, but we had to deal with the missing Winnie, Piglet, and Tigger a couple times over the rest of the weekend. She has been carrying them around everywhere, sleeping with them, and she constantly interacts with them. Leaving them at Gramma Betty's was a fluke, as she was so tired by the time we left. Later Saturday night we went for a night walk around the block. -- Yesterday, Lex and I got up at 7:30, Lexie had cereal and a banana for breakfast while I showered. We all got ready and headed up for Yamhill about 12:00. When we got there Great Uncle Ken and Great Aunt Janice were already there. We hung out at the house and visited. Lexie enjoyed the attention. We went for a walk, up the drive and the road, we played with the rocket balloons in the house, just all around had a nice visit, Zippy's pizza, and then home. Even though Lexie took a brief nap on the way out there, she was asleep before we even got all the way out of Yamhill. Once again, the weekend flew by.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, 15 years of Felix love and companionship, family, weekends, Advil, distractions, and time.
Word(s) of the day: LOVE
Lexie log: Saturday Lexie and I got up around 9:30. I made all of us scrambled eggs for breakfast and then Lex and I watched Pooh's Grand Adventure, took a shower/bath, got ready, waited for Daddy to get ready, and went to Gramma Betty's for a few hours. The usual sitting on the front porch, shootin' the breeze with Patty Ann and Jay, watching Lex run around and play, avoiding Yancy over-affection, and I pretty much finished sewing my 'medicine bag'. Daddy and I headed up to Popeye's for take out for us all, and we ate on the porch. We left her mini-diaper bag and her Winnie, Piglet, and Tigger toys there. The diaper bags is easy, we have more than one, but we had to deal with the missing Winnie, Piglet, and Tigger a couple times over the rest of the weekend. She has been carrying them around everywhere, sleeping with them, and she constantly interacts with them. Leaving them at Gramma Betty's was a fluke, as she was so tired by the time we left. Later Saturday night we went for a night walk around the block. -- Yesterday, Lex and I got up at 7:30, Lexie had cereal and a banana for breakfast while I showered. We all got ready and headed up for Yamhill about 12:00. When we got there Great Uncle Ken and Great Aunt Janice were already there. We hung out at the house and visited. Lexie enjoyed the attention. We went for a walk, up the drive and the road, we played with the rocket balloons in the house, just all around had a nice visit, Zippy's pizza, and then home. Even though Lexie took a brief nap on the way out there, she was asleep before we even got all the way out of Yamhill. Once again, the weekend flew by.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, 15 years of Felix love and companionship, family, weekends, Advil, distractions, and time.
Friday, June 24, 2005
With a few good friends and a stick or two, A house is built at a corner called Pooh.
There are a small group of people here who insist on calling Lexie, "Alexa". Darndest thing. And, I never bother to correct, close enough for me. Besides we have so many nick names, and she hardly ever sees many people from work. -- Felix got to run around the court last night. He's been trying to sneak out all day, and we finally let him go out with Chi and Turkey. They kept an eye on him. His leg gets worse each day, as far as tremors and weakness, but no pain. -- I tried my first Lychee today. It was pretty good. Reminds me of some odd, oversized, red grape covered in a spiny rubbery shell you have to peel off. Odd fruit, but I'd take it in a picnic.
Word(s) of the day: BOOMERANG PROPENSITY
Rubber band ball update: Softball size, one rubberband broke somewhere inside and a piece sticks out, looks like a rubberbandapple.
Lexie log: I figured out what kind of puppy Lexie is. I thought she was a Blue Heeler, but now I've changed my mind. She's a Border Collie. She's keen and overactive, runs around, constantly herding the cats, highly intelligent, loyal and loving. -- Yesterday when I got home, Lexie and I walked a mile up to the Seven-Eleven me and Grammy Mom used to walk to when I as a kid. It was the most beautiful walk ever. The weather was absolutely perfect, sunny, not to hot, just warm enough with a cool breeze. We had a great time and chatted. She focused on all the different types and sizes of rock; river rock, gravel, lava rock, boulders. She would both try to walk on and pick up just about any rocks we came across. Any that she was successful in picking up, she threw. To my surprise we found a playground on Imperial street that I don't ever remember. I'm actually thinking we walk there after work today. She wanted to play there yesterday, but I had a goal and we would have never left until she was too tired to go. She is definitely a bare foot child. We were almost there and she kept asking me to take off her shoes. She tried to convince me they hurt her. I'm pretty sure she just prefers to be barefoot. I told her she wouldn't like it, and took them off. She did fine on the sidewalk, but when we ran out of that she couldn't hack it. She didn't want her shoes back on yet though, stubborn as she is. She finally couldn't pick between shoes and blacktop, so I scooped her up and carried her the last teeny bit. By the time we were at the store she was more than willing to let me put her shoes back on. We walked into 7-11 and she freaked out. Full blown freak out tantrum. She'd never been in a small convenience store before. We pulled out of it real fast. I just reassured her that we were fine, and walked over to the milk cooler. The clerk showed her a toy and she relaxed. She picked chocolate milk and I decided to try a black cherry lemonade Slurpee. We paid our $2.98, went outside and sat at the plastic picnic table. I poured her a cup of chocolate milk in the complimentary cup the clerk gave me, put a slurpee lid on it and gave it to her with a straw. We sat for a while and people watched, made really small talk, and when it was time to leave, she didn't want to go. We probably spent about 10 minutes there. We got about half way home and Daddy called. He met us on Johnson St., picked us up and we made our nightly outing of chores. She was asleep in her seat in less than three minutes. -- Her Grand Uncle Ken and Grand Aunt Janice are in town and will be out at Grammy and Grampa Dad's this Sunday. We are going to go out there for a visit.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, nice weather, summer activities, family, movies, kitties, Charlie (the fish and the radio station), weekends, and bamboo back scratchers.
Word(s) of the day: BOOMERANG PROPENSITY
Rubber band ball update: Softball size, one rubberband broke somewhere inside and a piece sticks out, looks like a rubberbandapple.
Lexie log: I figured out what kind of puppy Lexie is. I thought she was a Blue Heeler, but now I've changed my mind. She's a Border Collie. She's keen and overactive, runs around, constantly herding the cats, highly intelligent, loyal and loving. -- Yesterday when I got home, Lexie and I walked a mile up to the Seven-Eleven me and Grammy Mom used to walk to when I as a kid. It was the most beautiful walk ever. The weather was absolutely perfect, sunny, not to hot, just warm enough with a cool breeze. We had a great time and chatted. She focused on all the different types and sizes of rock; river rock, gravel, lava rock, boulders. She would both try to walk on and pick up just about any rocks we came across. Any that she was successful in picking up, she threw. To my surprise we found a playground on Imperial street that I don't ever remember. I'm actually thinking we walk there after work today. She wanted to play there yesterday, but I had a goal and we would have never left until she was too tired to go. She is definitely a bare foot child. We were almost there and she kept asking me to take off her shoes. She tried to convince me they hurt her. I'm pretty sure she just prefers to be barefoot. I told her she wouldn't like it, and took them off. She did fine on the sidewalk, but when we ran out of that she couldn't hack it. She didn't want her shoes back on yet though, stubborn as she is. She finally couldn't pick between shoes and blacktop, so I scooped her up and carried her the last teeny bit. By the time we were at the store she was more than willing to let me put her shoes back on. We walked into 7-11 and she freaked out. Full blown freak out tantrum. She'd never been in a small convenience store before. We pulled out of it real fast. I just reassured her that we were fine, and walked over to the milk cooler. The clerk showed her a toy and she relaxed. She picked chocolate milk and I decided to try a black cherry lemonade Slurpee. We paid our $2.98, went outside and sat at the plastic picnic table. I poured her a cup of chocolate milk in the complimentary cup the clerk gave me, put a slurpee lid on it and gave it to her with a straw. We sat for a while and people watched, made really small talk, and when it was time to leave, she didn't want to go. We probably spent about 10 minutes there. We got about half way home and Daddy called. He met us on Johnson St., picked us up and we made our nightly outing of chores. She was asleep in her seat in less than three minutes. -- Her Grand Uncle Ken and Grand Aunt Janice are in town and will be out at Grammy and Grampa Dad's this Sunday. We are going to go out there for a visit.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, nice weather, summer activities, family, movies, kitties, Charlie (the fish and the radio station), weekends, and bamboo back scratchers.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Brother Pele's in the back, sweet Zina's in the front. Cruisin' down the freeway in the hot, hot sun.
Quiet day at work. Spending break going over finances (or lack there of). I had horrible money and work dreams last night, which usually ends up with me making lots of lists and calculating budget stuff the next day. Felix is limping terribly and his left hind leg gets tremors. I'm having a semi depressed day, so sorry for the black cloud blog.
Word(s) of the day: IMPECUNIOUS
Lexie log: She's on a Winnie the Pooh kick this week, she's carrying around her little action figures of Pooh, Eeyore, Piglet, and Tigger. She's always asking where Rabbit is. Yesterday was pretty quiet. We didn't do much. Lexie and I played with Chikita on the bed for a while, I fell asleep, she went into her room and took a nap on her bed. When we woke up it was already 6:30pm. We went to the store, ate dinner, Lexie watched some TV (Winnie and Shark Tale) while we washed laundry and played computer golf. Then went to bed.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, stickers, cars, vacation, toes, ears, balloons, and cats.
Word(s) of the day: IMPECUNIOUS
Lexie log: She's on a Winnie the Pooh kick this week, she's carrying around her little action figures of Pooh, Eeyore, Piglet, and Tigger. She's always asking where Rabbit is. Yesterday was pretty quiet. We didn't do much. Lexie and I played with Chikita on the bed for a while, I fell asleep, she went into her room and took a nap on her bed. When we woke up it was already 6:30pm. We went to the store, ate dinner, Lexie watched some TV (Winnie and Shark Tale) while we washed laundry and played computer golf. Then went to bed.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, stickers, cars, vacation, toes, ears, balloons, and cats.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
We gonna rock down to electric avenue...
Just finished my $16,426.05 batch. Taking a little break. Crappy that my next batch is only $4,000 something but it's just a big in size as the last, all because of the core. I really don't like correspondence today. No money to post to my accounts, usually means research, phone calls, file cabinets, copies, etc. And I'm acting too lazy today. Found out that the people in medical records have discussed chart notes from employees, and that distressed me a bit. For all the hubbub about HIPAA it seems that there are still plenty of issues internally. When I went to Dr. Johnson for my sinus infection, a coder actually mentioned to me that they noticed my fee ticket. Oh well, what's a person to do? I did the math and I've saved $57.61 over the last three years having lab work done here. Why does medicine have to be so entangled with money? I guess I'm feeling lazy and slightly Socialistic today. I am in good humor however. Back to work...For now... Ok, It's break time and I'm back.
Word(s) of the day: MELANGE
Lexie log: Yesterday when I got home, Lexie wanted to go play in the backyard. I went in the walk-in closet to get changed and she followed me in. 'We keep her build a bike' tricycle in there so she doesn't tear up the house trying to ride it indoors. Last time we tried her legs still weren't long enough to push all the way through one rotation. She saw the trike, pointed energetically at it, and started chanting, "Help? Help? Help?" Ok, new plan. We take the trike out front to give her a test ride in the court. One thing I should have done was bother to take the time to remember that she hadn't had a nap yet and would be edgy and cranky if everything didn't go exactly as she expected. On top of that, she is identical to me in my youth in the respect that she has a big problem with other people showing her how to do something, or explaining something. She fully expects to be able to master something on the first try and gets mighty defensive when anyone tries to 'help'. (*side note* I love you Grammy Mom and Grampa Dad) Aside from all this she picked up on the pedal concept pretty quick, and her reach has improved. However, she refused to wear any kind of foot wear, (I think because of a splinter she got from the backyard) and threw herself dramatically to the ground when her shoes were offered her. I decided then to let her try out the pedals barefoot. I seem to remember doing this and having it be not so comfortable. She didn't seem to mind. I coached her out to the mailbox (coach here means push a little steer a little cheer a little) and then turned to head back to the center of our court figuring we would do a few laps around to court. She had other plans, and you remember what I just said about her plans when she's tired... She pointed towards the cross street and said, "Go here?" I started to protest, then decided...Why not? I didn't think we would end up going around the entire block, but we did. The 'block' we live on is really big, six courts bunched together like a six pack. About half way through, my back was killing me from this odd little position I spent most of my time in helping her learn to steer. It was worth it though, she enjoyed the heck out of it. She only fell twice, once early on when I tried to head back and she started flippin out on me again, and once at the end in front of our driveway when I turned the handlebar too sharp. It was fun, we went into the house, she crawled up into our bed and slept for the next two hours.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, stuffed animals, shoes, tricycle lessons, toys, relaxing, having fun, swimming, and weekends.
Word(s) of the day: MELANGE
Lexie log: Yesterday when I got home, Lexie wanted to go play in the backyard. I went in the walk-in closet to get changed and she followed me in. 'We keep her build a bike' tricycle in there so she doesn't tear up the house trying to ride it indoors. Last time we tried her legs still weren't long enough to push all the way through one rotation. She saw the trike, pointed energetically at it, and started chanting, "Help? Help? Help?" Ok, new plan. We take the trike out front to give her a test ride in the court. One thing I should have done was bother to take the time to remember that she hadn't had a nap yet and would be edgy and cranky if everything didn't go exactly as she expected. On top of that, she is identical to me in my youth in the respect that she has a big problem with other people showing her how to do something, or explaining something. She fully expects to be able to master something on the first try and gets mighty defensive when anyone tries to 'help'. (*side note* I love you Grammy Mom and Grampa Dad) Aside from all this she picked up on the pedal concept pretty quick, and her reach has improved. However, she refused to wear any kind of foot wear, (I think because of a splinter she got from the backyard) and threw herself dramatically to the ground when her shoes were offered her. I decided then to let her try out the pedals barefoot. I seem to remember doing this and having it be not so comfortable. She didn't seem to mind. I coached her out to the mailbox (coach here means push a little steer a little cheer a little) and then turned to head back to the center of our court figuring we would do a few laps around to court. She had other plans, and you remember what I just said about her plans when she's tired... She pointed towards the cross street and said, "Go here?" I started to protest, then decided...Why not? I didn't think we would end up going around the entire block, but we did. The 'block' we live on is really big, six courts bunched together like a six pack. About half way through, my back was killing me from this odd little position I spent most of my time in helping her learn to steer. It was worth it though, she enjoyed the heck out of it. She only fell twice, once early on when I tried to head back and she started flippin out on me again, and once at the end in front of our driveway when I turned the handlebar too sharp. It was fun, we went into the house, she crawled up into our bed and slept for the next two hours.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, stuffed animals, shoes, tricycle lessons, toys, relaxing, having fun, swimming, and weekends.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Mars aint' the kind of place to raise your kids. In fact it's cold as hell...
Today is just kind of off... We laughed hysterically at Lychee humor. The building is shaking again. Just got a message from Daddy with a possibly dislocated shoulder. Lexie got up for a minute, then crawled back into bed, and she won't let Frank wake her up, it's almost 11:00am. I'm hearing this strange low humming, and everybody keeps saying rectum. I want a good thunderstorm.
Word(s) of the day: SMORGASBORD
Lexie log: I got off work 45 minutes early yesterday as the PRISM Unix box crashed and wouldn't be back up until after 4:00pm. I went home and Lex and I ran through the Elmo srpinkler. After a while I gave up and sat in a lawn chair to watch her play and finish sewing my bag. Grammy came over and they continued to play in the yard. Lexie showed Grammy her favorite tree. It's one of our three Ponderosa Pines. The greatest thing is that she keeps trying to put the fallen limbs back on the trunk. She tries to stick the limb back on the trunk and say, "It's broken!" Then she also likes to try to climb this tree. The nearest branch is probably about twenty feet up. She attempts to scale up the bark. The spot right below the tree is barren of grass since so many cats have napped there. She likes to sit and play right there. Little girl in swimmer diapers runs through sprinklers (to get wet) and the tries to climb trees and plays in dirt. Little girl gets bath. Grammy and Lex played for a while, then another Albertson's trip. As soon as we get down the aisle that has misc bin items, she remembers the last time we were here and wants to be put in the cart. We put her in (the basket side, not the seat side) and she won't let us get past this bin of brightly colored super soft pillows shaped like balls and stars, because she remembers that last time we stuffed them all in the cart with her for laughs. So, we do it again. Pile all the pillows up around and over her until she hidden from view. Then she starts throwing them all out of the basket laughing. When we got home, she refused to eat dinner, so she had milk and banana later in the evening.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, sleep, stickers, coffee, Kleenex, my job, and flowers.
Word(s) of the day: SMORGASBORD
Lexie log: I got off work 45 minutes early yesterday as the PRISM Unix box crashed and wouldn't be back up until after 4:00pm. I went home and Lex and I ran through the Elmo srpinkler. After a while I gave up and sat in a lawn chair to watch her play and finish sewing my bag. Grammy came over and they continued to play in the yard. Lexie showed Grammy her favorite tree. It's one of our three Ponderosa Pines. The greatest thing is that she keeps trying to put the fallen limbs back on the trunk. She tries to stick the limb back on the trunk and say, "It's broken!" Then she also likes to try to climb this tree. The nearest branch is probably about twenty feet up. She attempts to scale up the bark. The spot right below the tree is barren of grass since so many cats have napped there. She likes to sit and play right there. Little girl in swimmer diapers runs through sprinklers (to get wet) and the tries to climb trees and plays in dirt. Little girl gets bath. Grammy and Lex played for a while, then another Albertson's trip. As soon as we get down the aisle that has misc bin items, she remembers the last time we were here and wants to be put in the cart. We put her in (the basket side, not the seat side) and she won't let us get past this bin of brightly colored super soft pillows shaped like balls and stars, because she remembers that last time we stuffed them all in the cart with her for laughs. So, we do it again. Pile all the pillows up around and over her until she hidden from view. Then she starts throwing them all out of the basket laughing. When we got home, she refused to eat dinner, so she had milk and banana later in the evening.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, sleep, stickers, coffee, Kleenex, my job, and flowers.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Go Speed Racer, Go Speed Racer, Go Speed Racer, Go.
I am so not at Mach 5 today...I even started doing research on how to change medications. I am so flippin tired ALL THE TIME. I went off my prescription about a year ago because I was having this issue, and tried something else that just didn't work, went back on the original one and now I'm back to having no energy. All I want to do is go home and nap everyday. I found a website on genetic testing for drug reactions. I'm going to see what I can find out about it. A news article I read on it so far talked about a woman whose blood pressure and diabetes got worse with higher doses her doctor prescribed. She took this test and got on the right medicine and feels like a new person. It makes me drool to think of that. I want my energy back. OK, I'll stop crying in my coffee now.
Last night we missed what I hear was an amazing lightning show. We were all psyched about it. The day was beautiful and sunny and the evening stayed warm with an electric breeze and yellow green clouds. But that's all we got. The fun stuff stayed on the East side of the West Hills. We ran around in the back yard like goobers and enjoyed the aura, but everyone else got a light show. All I heard about this morning was how amazing the lighting storm was. Maybe next time.
Word(s) of the day: BOB'S YOUR UNCLE
Lexie log: This was a great weekend. Saturday we played out in the Elmo sprinkler when it was warm in the late morning, then we watched Durango Kids and then Spy Kids II. Lexie fell asleep on the couch and took a little nap. Then it was off to our daily visit to the grocery store. On the way, a torrential down poor started and I dropped Lex and Daddy at the door, parked the car and swam in. -- I forgot to blog about her 'first tattoo'. We were cleaning the kitchen counters last week, moved the microwave and I found a temp tattoo from Papa John's Pizza. For some bizarre reason I decided to put it on Lexie's upper arm. I laughed hysterically, but she wasn't so thrilled. Neither was Daddy. She kept trying to pick off and saying that she didn't want it. Some rubbing alcohol fixed her right up. -- Yesterday, for Father's Day we all met up at Washington Square at 11:00 (except we were half hour late). We had food at the food court. Daddy and Grammy ate lemon chicken, noodles and rice, I had pizza, Grampa Dad had some thing Indian that I have never seen before, and Puppy Lex had noodles bits of pretzel dog, and some burrito. She ate all this puppy style, Grammy fed her under the table. She ate noodles like Lady and Tramp. She stopped being puppy as soon as we left. We wandered the mall, stopping in Stride Rite because shortly before, she started complaining how her feet hurt and we took off her shoes and socks and she rode in the stroller a while. I had a feeling her feet were growing, but not that fast. Allison, Stride Rite employee, measured her feet and she is 8 wide. She went back to look for the ones I picked and came back with something better. Lexie loved them and we were off. We window shopped up to the candy store, then picked out some gummy candy for Lexie. Gummy cherries, penguins, letters, and sharks. Next we spent some time at Kay-Bee toy store playing with all the battery operated animals. The sales person was demonstrating a rocket balloon toy that we all feel in love with. We got one. Played with it last night a little. They are pretty darned fun. Then we went to Bucky's Backyard, a play area at the end of the mall. We had to bribe Lexie to leave after about 45 minutes to an hour. Awesome play area. On the way back through the mall, Grandpa Dad went up to get a cookie, Grammy and Lexie went up and down the escalators a bunch of times, and Daddy and I went to Brook Stone to sample the massage chairs. At some point Grandpa Dad took over Grammy's escalator duties and she came to join us at Brook Stone where we each sampled Shiatsu massage on my favoritest one ever!! Yes I know favoritest is not a real word, but I like to use it anyway. That was the end of our mall rat adventure. As we walked back to Meier and Frank, Lexie kept lying down on the floor for a nap, so we knew it was over. We walked out the Vue and Grammy and Grampa Dad gave Daddy his present of a awesomely framed picture of Daddy and Lexie at the 2004 Rose parade. Then Grampa Dad drove us to the other parking lot. Lexie would not give up trying to get in his lap, so at the very end of the trip, Grandpa Dad let her drive...Sorta. She was thrilled to behind the wheel while it was in motion. She is fascinated with being in the drivers seat. She didn't want to leave. She said goodbyes and told them she loved them, made butterflies in my stomach, just like every time I hear her say it. She was asleep pretty quick but woke up when we got home. I napped while she played some more. Then, about 7:30pm we all went out in the yard and played. She is now expert at playing with the cats and a bathrobe tie. Her and Turkey Swoop played for quite awhile, until it started to sprinkle. Then we moved indoors and played with the new rocket balloons. Fun weekend.
Today I'm grateful for my Dad (and Mom), Frank and Lexie, malls, toys, storms, sprinklers, Allison from Stride Rite and people like Allison, candy stores, massage chairs, movies, and happiness.
Last night we missed what I hear was an amazing lightning show. We were all psyched about it. The day was beautiful and sunny and the evening stayed warm with an electric breeze and yellow green clouds. But that's all we got. The fun stuff stayed on the East side of the West Hills. We ran around in the back yard like goobers and enjoyed the aura, but everyone else got a light show. All I heard about this morning was how amazing the lighting storm was. Maybe next time.
Word(s) of the day: BOB'S YOUR UNCLE
Lexie log: This was a great weekend. Saturday we played out in the Elmo sprinkler when it was warm in the late morning, then we watched Durango Kids and then Spy Kids II. Lexie fell asleep on the couch and took a little nap. Then it was off to our daily visit to the grocery store. On the way, a torrential down poor started and I dropped Lex and Daddy at the door, parked the car and swam in. -- I forgot to blog about her 'first tattoo'. We were cleaning the kitchen counters last week, moved the microwave and I found a temp tattoo from Papa John's Pizza. For some bizarre reason I decided to put it on Lexie's upper arm. I laughed hysterically, but she wasn't so thrilled. Neither was Daddy. She kept trying to pick off and saying that she didn't want it. Some rubbing alcohol fixed her right up. -- Yesterday, for Father's Day we all met up at Washington Square at 11:00 (except we were half hour late). We had food at the food court. Daddy and Grammy ate lemon chicken, noodles and rice, I had pizza, Grampa Dad had some thing Indian that I have never seen before, and Puppy Lex had noodles bits of pretzel dog, and some burrito. She ate all this puppy style, Grammy fed her under the table. She ate noodles like Lady and Tramp. She stopped being puppy as soon as we left. We wandered the mall, stopping in Stride Rite because shortly before, she started complaining how her feet hurt and we took off her shoes and socks and she rode in the stroller a while. I had a feeling her feet were growing, but not that fast. Allison, Stride Rite employee, measured her feet and she is 8 wide. She went back to look for the ones I picked and came back with something better. Lexie loved them and we were off. We window shopped up to the candy store, then picked out some gummy candy for Lexie. Gummy cherries, penguins, letters, and sharks. Next we spent some time at Kay-Bee toy store playing with all the battery operated animals. The sales person was demonstrating a rocket balloon toy that we all feel in love with. We got one. Played with it last night a little. They are pretty darned fun. Then we went to Bucky's Backyard, a play area at the end of the mall. We had to bribe Lexie to leave after about 45 minutes to an hour. Awesome play area. On the way back through the mall, Grandpa Dad went up to get a cookie, Grammy and Lexie went up and down the escalators a bunch of times, and Daddy and I went to Brook Stone to sample the massage chairs. At some point Grandpa Dad took over Grammy's escalator duties and she came to join us at Brook Stone where we each sampled Shiatsu massage on my favoritest one ever!! Yes I know favoritest is not a real word, but I like to use it anyway. That was the end of our mall rat adventure. As we walked back to Meier and Frank, Lexie kept lying down on the floor for a nap, so we knew it was over. We walked out the Vue and Grammy and Grampa Dad gave Daddy his present of a awesomely framed picture of Daddy and Lexie at the 2004 Rose parade. Then Grampa Dad drove us to the other parking lot. Lexie would not give up trying to get in his lap, so at the very end of the trip, Grandpa Dad let her drive...Sorta. She was thrilled to behind the wheel while it was in motion. She is fascinated with being in the drivers seat. She didn't want to leave. She said goodbyes and told them she loved them, made butterflies in my stomach, just like every time I hear her say it. She was asleep pretty quick but woke up when we got home. I napped while she played some more. Then, about 7:30pm we all went out in the yard and played. She is now expert at playing with the cats and a bathrobe tie. Her and Turkey Swoop played for quite awhile, until it started to sprinkle. Then we moved indoors and played with the new rocket balloons. Fun weekend.
Today I'm grateful for my Dad (and Mom), Frank and Lexie, malls, toys, storms, sprinklers, Allison from Stride Rite and people like Allison, candy stores, massage chairs, movies, and happiness.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Jump to the jam boogy woogy jam slam. Bust the dialect I'm the man in command.
Last night I made a little Felix sling because he likes for me to hold him, but after about ten minutes, my arm gets tired. He lay in it for a while, but then got out, so we're not sure yet how this idea will fly. I hope it works. -- Oh my goodness! Those were the best homemade shredded beef enchiladas ever created on earth. The shredded beef was on the spicy side, but next time I'll make milder for milder tastes. The most brilliant thing was throwing it together with whatever we had in the house. Wednesday night, this is what we put in the crock pot: 1 round tip roast, 2/3 cup hot water with 0ne beef bullion cube dissolved in it, 1/2 white onion chopped, dash of olive oil, about 1/2 tsp paprika, a couple shakes of pepper, a couple shakes of garlic salt, a couple dashes hot sauce, five packets of Taco Time's green salsa, one packet of Carl's Jr. red salsa, and two packets Dominos hot pepper sprinkles. Cooked in on low for about nine hours. I came up with the 'recipe' myself. Frank turned it off this morning when he got up. Then he let it cool and shredded it. Last night we made the enhiladas. In a mixing bowel I mixed most of the shredded beef with 3/4 cup enchilada sauce (from 19oz can Old El Paso enchilada sauce) and 1 1/4 cup shredded Mexican blend of cheese. Then Frank spooned the shredded beef filling into six flour tortillas (soft taco size) and put them side by side in a baking dish lightly coated with no stick spray. We poured the rest of the can of enchilada sauce and another 1 1/2 cup of shredded cheese over the top (see picture below). We baked them at 375 for 15 minutes, then left them in the oven (temp off) for a while longer. Oh my were they tasty. We will definitely do that again. We didn't even open the sourcream we bought for them they were so delicious by themselves. You really can throw a dish together with a crock pot. Thank you Taco Time, Carl's, and Domino's for the extras. What next? Something chicken and cheesey, I believe is in order.
Word(s) of the day: TANGOITIS with PEELS OF LAUGHTER
Lexie log: Come out, come out, wherever you are! I forgot about this until I was talking to Grammy on the phone last night. About one week ago, as we were starting on the downside of illness, and any ounce of feeling better was cause for celebration, Lexie had another noteable first. Ever since she was able to motor around on her own, I have been playing hide and seek with her. She loves to be startled from behind doorways or around corners, nothing else brings peels of laughter out of her so well. It used to be that the most difficult part was to wait silently and patiently as she caught up to your hiding spot on all fours. Now that she's more mobile and faster, the hard part is getting to the hiding spot without her seeing you get there. This is an activity that we partake in at least once or twice a week. It sends the cats off to safer perimeters while we trounce up and down the hallway and through different rooms loudly stomping about puncutated with squeels of delight and laughter. Last week we were in the living room and, I asked her to do something she didn't want to do (come with me to change her diaper). She took off running down the hall, and thinking nothing more of it, I was slow to follow her. Usually she just ends up in our bedroom on the bed protesting and letting me know she does not approve. This time we were on our way out of the house, so I did a few 'get ready to leave' things, like find my keys, on the way to get her. When I did look in our room, she wasn't there. I backtracked to her room, and nothing. I went around the corner to the office and a quick glance in there proved vacancy. I headed back to the kitchen and met up with Frank who had been on the back deck, and when I asked him, "Where's Lexie?" he didn't know. We both got puzzled looks on our faces and walked into the living room, no Lex. We made our way back down the hallway looking in each room as we passed and came to the closed bathroom door. We looked at each other, slightly astonished and smiling. She had become the hider, we the seekers. We opened the door, no Lex. Baffled, we now headed back down the hall, just starting to consider what possible spots we may have shown her in our games, when we heard a quiet, "Momma...". She had cleverly given away the general direction she could be at without giving herself away, a little trick I always use if she hasn't found me after a while, and I'm bored waiting. We headed back to the bathroom, guessing that we hadn't looked good enough in there. No Lex. Then out of the corner of my eye I spied a sneaky little figure just barely visible in the crack of the open office door. She came out with a, "BOO!" We shrieked, jumped, and laughed like good seekers. She had been hiding behind the door, of course. So, two of her most recently aquired skills inclued turning off lights and hiding behind doors. She's funny!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, Fridays and weekends, fresh warm biscuits with butter and Marion berry jam, crock pots, huge downpours of rain while sitting out on the covered back deck, and life.
Word(s) of the day: TANGOITIS with PEELS OF LAUGHTER
Lexie log: Come out, come out, wherever you are! I forgot about this until I was talking to Grammy on the phone last night. About one week ago, as we were starting on the downside of illness, and any ounce of feeling better was cause for celebration, Lexie had another noteable first. Ever since she was able to motor around on her own, I have been playing hide and seek with her. She loves to be startled from behind doorways or around corners, nothing else brings peels of laughter out of her so well. It used to be that the most difficult part was to wait silently and patiently as she caught up to your hiding spot on all fours. Now that she's more mobile and faster, the hard part is getting to the hiding spot without her seeing you get there. This is an activity that we partake in at least once or twice a week. It sends the cats off to safer perimeters while we trounce up and down the hallway and through different rooms loudly stomping about puncutated with squeels of delight and laughter. Last week we were in the living room and, I asked her to do something she didn't want to do (come with me to change her diaper). She took off running down the hall, and thinking nothing more of it, I was slow to follow her. Usually she just ends up in our bedroom on the bed protesting and letting me know she does not approve. This time we were on our way out of the house, so I did a few 'get ready to leave' things, like find my keys, on the way to get her. When I did look in our room, she wasn't there. I backtracked to her room, and nothing. I went around the corner to the office and a quick glance in there proved vacancy. I headed back to the kitchen and met up with Frank who had been on the back deck, and when I asked him, "Where's Lexie?" he didn't know. We both got puzzled looks on our faces and walked into the living room, no Lex. We made our way back down the hallway looking in each room as we passed and came to the closed bathroom door. We looked at each other, slightly astonished and smiling. She had become the hider, we the seekers. We opened the door, no Lex. Baffled, we now headed back down the hall, just starting to consider what possible spots we may have shown her in our games, when we heard a quiet, "Momma...". She had cleverly given away the general direction she could be at without giving herself away, a little trick I always use if she hasn't found me after a while, and I'm bored waiting. We headed back to the bathroom, guessing that we hadn't looked good enough in there. No Lex. Then out of the corner of my eye I spied a sneaky little figure just barely visible in the crack of the open office door. She came out with a, "BOO!" We shrieked, jumped, and laughed like good seekers. She had been hiding behind the door, of course. So, two of her most recently aquired skills inclued turning off lights and hiding behind doors. She's funny!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, Fridays and weekends, fresh warm biscuits with butter and Marion berry jam, crock pots, huge downpours of rain while sitting out on the covered back deck, and life.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
You'll laugh so much your sides will ache, your heart will go pitter pat...
The news is not good. The vet we took Felix to is a wonderful wonderful vet. His name is Robert T. Franklin, DVM. He practices at the referral clinic out of the Raleigh Hills veterinary Medical Center. We spent much time in the exam room where Dr. Franklin watched Fee walk around and talked to him like a pediatrician would talk to a patient. The first thing he said to Felix was, "So where's your bag?" He helped him up to a high window so he could look outside, and even shut the blinds with him on the other side so he would feel more relaxed while we looked at x-rays. He does have a bowel obstruction and it is most likely a stricture or a tumor. The only way to find out which would be to have a scope procedure which would mean general anesthetic for a geriatric cat. Then, the scope would just give a clearer picture of what the x-rays already show, an obstruction that if removed surgically would mean breaking the pelvis, and more pain and stress than I would ever want to see Fee go through. Besides that, it really most likely is a tumor since there are some "suspect" looking areas on each of his lungs that could possibly be cancer as well. So, no definite diagnosis, but my gut feeling is that he has colon cancer that has metastasized to his lungs. I hate it. I asked about the possibility of pain medication at some point if Felix starts to feel any pain from all this, which eventually he probably will, and the vet basically said that it would compromise his quality of life, asked who would we really be doing it for - Felix or me, and that when the time did come that he started to be uncomfortable, to let him pass with his dignity. The x-ray (and his walk) also show that he most likely has neuropathy with his hind legs. The really interesting thing is that cats are supposed to have seven vertabrae between the last rib and the sacrum, but the xray only shows six. Felix's seventh vertabrae is fused to the sacrum, Dr. Franklin thinks he was born like this. It has never bothered him in the least. In his prime, Felix could out-jump the best of the best. Flying Fee. So, all this is bad news, but we will deal with things as they happen. In the mean time, we love him, love him, and love him. Dr. Franklin said that we know him better than anything and that we will know what to do. I can't say that I'm at peace with all this yet, and I do know I still have some tears to shed, but for the last six or seven years I've been semi-preparing for this. I've known something like this would probably happen. All the dreams of a peaceful passing during sleep at the age of 25 are fine, but watching the reality with Meridian, Strawberry, Kiwi, Shasta, Bob, Ray, and Blackberry kind of gave me a clue.
We started the latest crock pot experiment last night. Very barely followed a recipe, more just for ideas, time, and quantities. The ingredients were my own creation. I hope we end up with some excellent shredded beef. I just got off the phone with Frank and he turned it off about an hour after I left and when it cools he's going to shred it.
Word(s) of the day: TRIPPINDICULAR
Lexie log: It's hard to be patient when your two and a half! The receptionist at the vet clinic gave Lexie some crayons and a coloring paper titled "Find Fifty Five Fanny Fleas." The crayon colors were Sea Green, turquoise Green, Green Blue, Red, Yellow, Salmon, Mahogany, and Magenta...All of which she either called green or purple. She made a lovely scribbling on the paper over the next 20 minutes, which as the dutiful Mommy, I tucked away in my purse for refrigerator art, and then she lost patience. She wanted to leave. As soon as I walked her to the other end of the lobby for something to do, it was time to go to the exam room, and she didn't want to go. Of course, neither Frank nor I is willing to miss a moment of what the Dr. says or does, so she goes in with us. She was quite a little exsaparation in there. Bless her little angel heart, just like the songs says, "Girls just want to have fun." She was under foot and over rowdy. She wanted to pull all the pictures off the cork board and bring them to us, thus disrupting any dialogue. I know she could sense how tense Frank and I were and I don't think she liked it. Well, we made it through ok and within 10 minutes back in the car, she fell asleep. She must be going through a growth spurt and/or still getting over the end that cold still, because she is taking a lot more naps.
Today I'm grateful for Frank, Lexie, Felix, Miadda, Chikita, Tiki, Turkeyswoop, Bobtail Bob (A.K.A. Sagan), Meridian, Strawberry, Kiwi, Blackberry, Bob, Ray, Shasta, Frank (A.K.A. Tabby), Paramount, Woody, Oreo, Blacky, Tiger, Fuzzy, Elizabeth, Emma, the orange Chevron kitty, love, memories, photos, dreams, milk, and hope.
We started the latest crock pot experiment last night. Very barely followed a recipe, more just for ideas, time, and quantities. The ingredients were my own creation. I hope we end up with some excellent shredded beef. I just got off the phone with Frank and he turned it off about an hour after I left and when it cools he's going to shred it.
Word(s) of the day: TRIPPINDICULAR
Lexie log: It's hard to be patient when your two and a half! The receptionist at the vet clinic gave Lexie some crayons and a coloring paper titled "Find Fifty Five Fanny Fleas." The crayon colors were Sea Green, turquoise Green, Green Blue, Red, Yellow, Salmon, Mahogany, and Magenta...All of which she either called green or purple. She made a lovely scribbling on the paper over the next 20 minutes, which as the dutiful Mommy, I tucked away in my purse for refrigerator art, and then she lost patience. She wanted to leave. As soon as I walked her to the other end of the lobby for something to do, it was time to go to the exam room, and she didn't want to go. Of course, neither Frank nor I is willing to miss a moment of what the Dr. says or does, so she goes in with us. She was quite a little exsaparation in there. Bless her little angel heart, just like the songs says, "Girls just want to have fun." She was under foot and over rowdy. She wanted to pull all the pictures off the cork board and bring them to us, thus disrupting any dialogue. I know she could sense how tense Frank and I were and I don't think she liked it. Well, we made it through ok and within 10 minutes back in the car, she fell asleep. She must be going through a growth spurt and/or still getting over the end that cold still, because she is taking a lot more naps.
Today I'm grateful for Frank, Lexie, Felix, Miadda, Chikita, Tiki, Turkeyswoop, Bobtail Bob (A.K.A. Sagan), Meridian, Strawberry, Kiwi, Blackberry, Bob, Ray, Shasta, Frank (A.K.A. Tabby), Paramount, Woody, Oreo, Blacky, Tiger, Fuzzy, Elizabeth, Emma, the orange Chevron kitty, love, memories, photos, dreams, milk, and hope.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Everyday is a winding road, I get a little bit closer. Every day is a faded sign, I get a little bit closer to feeling fine.
Hi Tracy! Just got your email. Glad to see your reading this thingy and I sure do appreciate it. You are truly one of the bestest friends I could ever ask for. Love you.
Today is the day we take Felix to the specialist. I talked to the Vet today and she said he has I low white cell count (from Monday's labs) and some other thingymagiggy that could mean either infection or inflammation, but she doesn't want to start on antibiotics since he's being seen by specialist today. Also because he didn't have a high temperature. I told her (Dr. Sandra Statter, DVM) that I never thought about veterinarians having specialties. She said they have almost as many as humans (no pediatrics...I asked). The specialist we are going to is Dr. Franklin, Internal Medicine. I'm trying to have a nice mix of optimism and acquiescence. I so so love my first born Felix, my little cheese head skunk. We cuddled all night last night, and he is so happy and purring that I know he isn't in any pain right now.
Work is work is work. Not much going on here today. I was a zombie all morning, but now I've had Diet Cherry Coke, Mountain Dew, a huge cup of Chai and a huge cup of super strong Sumatra blend, I'm alert enough. I'm having the last of my first homemade from scratch crock pot beef stew. We are already going to do shredded beef tonight. This one is even more home made since we aren't even going by a recipe.
Word(s) of the day: DUNDERHEAD
Lexie Log: The recent illness has messed up her sleep schedule again. More sleep during the day and not so much at night. At least this time we know better how to fix it. -- Last nights dinner was peas and chicken raviolli. She still drinks exclusively milk and water. She won't touch juice. I feel like I hardly saw her yesterday since she napped on and off all day while I was at work, and I napped as soon as I got home.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, crock pots, plants, paper, satin, red, staplers, scissors, plastic, and smiles.
Today is the day we take Felix to the specialist. I talked to the Vet today and she said he has I low white cell count (from Monday's labs) and some other thingymagiggy that could mean either infection or inflammation, but she doesn't want to start on antibiotics since he's being seen by specialist today. Also because he didn't have a high temperature. I told her (Dr. Sandra Statter, DVM) that I never thought about veterinarians having specialties. She said they have almost as many as humans (no pediatrics...I asked). The specialist we are going to is Dr. Franklin, Internal Medicine. I'm trying to have a nice mix of optimism and acquiescence. I so so love my first born Felix, my little cheese head skunk. We cuddled all night last night, and he is so happy and purring that I know he isn't in any pain right now.
Work is work is work. Not much going on here today. I was a zombie all morning, but now I've had Diet Cherry Coke, Mountain Dew, a huge cup of Chai and a huge cup of super strong Sumatra blend, I'm alert enough. I'm having the last of my first homemade from scratch crock pot beef stew. We are already going to do shredded beef tonight. This one is even more home made since we aren't even going by a recipe.
Word(s) of the day: DUNDERHEAD
Lexie Log: The recent illness has messed up her sleep schedule again. More sleep during the day and not so much at night. At least this time we know better how to fix it. -- Last nights dinner was peas and chicken raviolli. She still drinks exclusively milk and water. She won't touch juice. I feel like I hardly saw her yesterday since she napped on and off all day while I was at work, and I napped as soon as I got home.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, crock pots, plants, paper, satin, red, staplers, scissors, plastic, and smiles.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Anticipa-a-ation is making me wait...
Not the best of mornings so far. Anyone have any recipes for turning weary and sorrowfull into energy and joy? Felix's vet visit did not have the desired outcome. The vet was not able to get a urine sample or a stool sample. They had to give him subcutaneous fluids for dehydration and when they tried to give him an enema, they found an obstruciton instead. They referred us to a specialist, his bootie is all swelled up from them messing around down there, he still purrs like a kitten and is all lovey, and I cried by eyes out, and had two allergy attacks. I didn't get to sleep until late, feel like my eyes weigh eight pounds each, took my antibiotics only to discover that the breakfast burrito I splurged on (take with food or have stomach problems) has disappeared. There is a milk and a hole in the bag. I pulled up my email and the word of the day email I get daily from Webster-Meriam is 'woebegone' and the example sentence is: "Jerry's face had the woebegone expression of a man who had just lost a beloved pet." I thought I was going to be ok today, but I'm already crying. I have three goals today; make Felix's appointment with specialist, get through rest of day without crying, go home and go to bed. Poor Frank, Felix has been his buddy for so long, and on top of it, Yancy now has a huge tumor causing her tons of pain in her right wrist area. Frank's being so strong and keeps telling me that everything will be ok. Now...Off to doing my work and enough cathartic dilly dallying.
Word(s) of the day: HAMSTERDANCE HITS
Lexie log: My sweet little angel. Grammy has been through cat trauma at least seven times over the last twenty years, so just having her there yesterday was comforting, knowing that she knew exactly how I felt and that it would be ok. Lexie amazed me. I came out of the clinic and tears started to come as we waited for them to bring Felix back out. Grammy stood Lexie up in a shopping cart and we stood outside for a minute or two. Lexie was immediately keen that something was upsetting me, and as soon as she saw my tears, she put her tiny hand on my forearm, looked me in the eyes, and said in her sweetest voice, "It's OK Mommy, I love you." I love you two babygirl.
Today I'm grateful for Felix, Frank and Lexie, Mom, visine, taquitos, Dad, and sleep. Goodnight.
Word(s) of the day: HAMSTERDANCE HITS
Lexie log: My sweet little angel. Grammy has been through cat trauma at least seven times over the last twenty years, so just having her there yesterday was comforting, knowing that she knew exactly how I felt and that it would be ok. Lexie amazed me. I came out of the clinic and tears started to come as we waited for them to bring Felix back out. Grammy stood Lexie up in a shopping cart and we stood outside for a minute or two. Lexie was immediately keen that something was upsetting me, and as soon as she saw my tears, she put her tiny hand on my forearm, looked me in the eyes, and said in her sweetest voice, "It's OK Mommy, I love you." I love you two babygirl.
Today I'm grateful for Felix, Frank and Lexie, Mom, visine, taquitos, Dad, and sleep. Goodnight.
Monday, June 13, 2005
How much is that doggie in the window? *ARF! ARF!* The one with the waggley tail...
Need toothpicks for eyelids. Can't stay awake. Up till 2:00, hours all messed up from a weekend of sleeping off this cold/illness. One more day of antibiotics. Eyes going crossed and closing. Head feels too heavy. We're supposed to take Felix to the vet tonight, then maybe I'll take a nap while Grammy and Lexie visit. I say "supposed" instead of "are going to", because Frank is a little paranoid about the vet. Felix is constipated and dehydrated. He's 15 years and three months old. When we took him in Saturday the put a bunch of fluids in him and told us to use petromalt and/or canned pumpkin to assist with the poopage. He still hasn't gone and his "accidents" increased over the last 48 hours. We spent a good portion of Saturday night and Sunday cleaning up after him and doing laundry. None of the bedroom doors are allowed to stay open for a while. I swear, I just feel asleep while typing that last sentence. Anywho... Frank is very aware that he seems worse than he did before we took him, and he is very skeptial and beleives that veterinarians will not make him worse. So... We shall see. Other than that, and being excessively tired, I feel 120% better, and the hearing in my right ear finally came back last night. We spent the weekend recuperating, sleeping, cleaning, chores, took the plastic bags to be recycled, the car had its first service, grocery shopping, and sleeping. My first stew was great. We love the crock pot and will definitely make good use of it. We already bought meat for Frank to make shredded seasoned beef for Mexican dishes.
Word(s) of the day: FORTY WINKS
Lexie log: So much to tell, so much to tell. Her phrases are increasing amazingly. She's becoming quite the talker. The receptionist at the vet clinic called her a "motor mouth", in a good way. Oh, the vet was interesting with Lex. She loves all our cats, but Felix is very skiddish and wont stand for her company all that long. I put him in the carrier at home and he started to meow. Lexie went up to him and said, "It's ok kitty. Don't cry, it'll be all right. I love you." When I took Felix back to the exam room, I could hear Lexie wailing in the lobby. We brought him back out after the exam, put him in his carrier, and they took him back to hydrate him. As the vet tech walked off with Felix, Lexie started to protest and cry. She wanted to know, "Where's kitty!?" Where's kitty!?" She was very upset about them taking him away. We ended up having to go for a walk to calm her down, and when we walked out in front of Albertson's, she kept saying, "Bye bye Kitty." When we finally got Felix back, she was ecstatic. She says, "How cute!" The downside is that when we got home she wanted to pet Felix so much that she just kept chasing him around the house. Normally she knows that he doesn't like her too close, but she was just so excited that he was ok. -- Sunday we slept in until noon. Recuperated from the last of our colds. Then we went over to Gramma Betty's for a short while. She continues to be Puppy Lexie a fare amount of the time, but last night she took on a new role. She took the purse her Grammy got her as a gift a long time ago, and walked around the house with it over her shoulder. The purse was filled with valentine cards that she would occasionally pull out to show you. -- Sad as it makes me, we didn't make it to the Rose Festival this year. We so wanted to go, there are so many rides and whatnot that Lexie is the perfect age for. I was really looking forward to her trying the kiddy rock climbing wall. But...Vet bills, plus office visit copays, prescriptions, and Blue Cross jacking up the monthly premium...again, as wells as auto insurance upping theirs.. hehe...up theirs...To keep the list short, we are not going to get to go. We'll set our sites on the State fair perhaps. No matter what, we are going to Alaska in less than two months! YIPEE!!!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, Biaxin XL, the return of my hearing, cleaning spurts, feeling better, our crock pot, Mexican food, pastrami, Google, sleep, pillows, and the sound of rain as you drift off to sleep accompanied by the cool scent on rain on a soft breeze.
Today blogisode was brought to you by the letter R and the number 5 and made possible by a grant from the Celtic rubber band art foundation. The blogauthor would like to thank and recognize the following ideo-sponsors:
Word(s) of the day: FORTY WINKS
Lexie log: So much to tell, so much to tell. Her phrases are increasing amazingly. She's becoming quite the talker. The receptionist at the vet clinic called her a "motor mouth", in a good way. Oh, the vet was interesting with Lex. She loves all our cats, but Felix is very skiddish and wont stand for her company all that long. I put him in the carrier at home and he started to meow. Lexie went up to him and said, "It's ok kitty. Don't cry, it'll be all right. I love you." When I took Felix back to the exam room, I could hear Lexie wailing in the lobby. We brought him back out after the exam, put him in his carrier, and they took him back to hydrate him. As the vet tech walked off with Felix, Lexie started to protest and cry. She wanted to know, "Where's kitty!?" Where's kitty!?" She was very upset about them taking him away. We ended up having to go for a walk to calm her down, and when we walked out in front of Albertson's, she kept saying, "Bye bye Kitty." When we finally got Felix back, she was ecstatic. She says, "How cute!" The downside is that when we got home she wanted to pet Felix so much that she just kept chasing him around the house. Normally she knows that he doesn't like her too close, but she was just so excited that he was ok. -- Sunday we slept in until noon. Recuperated from the last of our colds. Then we went over to Gramma Betty's for a short while. She continues to be Puppy Lexie a fare amount of the time, but last night she took on a new role. She took the purse her Grammy got her as a gift a long time ago, and walked around the house with it over her shoulder. The purse was filled with valentine cards that she would occasionally pull out to show you. -- Sad as it makes me, we didn't make it to the Rose Festival this year. We so wanted to go, there are so many rides and whatnot that Lexie is the perfect age for. I was really looking forward to her trying the kiddy rock climbing wall. But...Vet bills, plus office visit copays, prescriptions, and Blue Cross jacking up the monthly premium...again, as wells as auto insurance upping theirs.. hehe...up theirs...To keep the list short, we are not going to get to go. We'll set our sites on the State fair perhaps. No matter what, we are going to Alaska in less than two months! YIPEE!!!
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, Biaxin XL, the return of my hearing, cleaning spurts, feeling better, our crock pot, Mexican food, pastrami, Google, sleep, pillows, and the sound of rain as you drift off to sleep accompanied by the cool scent on rain on a soft breeze.
Today blogisode was brought to you by the letter R and the number 5 and made possible by a grant from the Celtic rubber band art foundation. The blogauthor would like to thank and recognize the following ideo-sponsors:
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
If a picture paints a thousand words, then why can't I paint you?
I did my first clarinet solo to that song in the sixth grade at Ladd Acres Elementary. I can still see the band room. It's the first song I had to play be memory and it was a test to be able to get into junior band. Vivid memory for me. My poor parents, listening to me practice in my green room at our house on Willow Creek Drive, with the smelly plant in the front entrance garden, that I just saw a news story on, isn't a native plant to Oregon, smells like rotting carrion, I think I might have had a smaller version of it at the house on Garfield. Yah.
Doctor Johnson is referring me to an ENT for hearing loss in right ear. I'm going to see how it improves over the weekend, and if it's not better, I'll schedule an appointment.
Word(s) of the day: FEATHERBRAIN
Lexie log: She's still a puppy. Grammy took us shopping at Fred Meyers on Wednesday and Lexie picked out a doggie bed and wouldn't give it up. She carried it all through the store and when we got home she plopped in front of the TV (after we played outside) crawled in it and watched a movie. We came back in to check on her in a bit, and she had fallen asleep in it. We took pictures, and I was going to post them, but I left Hello up home so it'll have to wait till this weekend. Grammy said that if she ever gives up the puppy bed that Felix or Turkey Swoop should get it. While Grammy was pushing Lexie in the swing, I got an idea and ran off to Fred Meyers and picked up four water guns. We had a wonderful water fight on the back deck. Lexie can actually pull the trigger, but only with her thumb, so she has to hold backwards and upside down. It's great fun. I forgot to have her show Grammy how she plays the harmonica now. Maybe later. When I came into work earlier this week there was a magazine on my desk that the office admin put there for me. It was a catalog of pediatric office kids toys, prizes, and mostly stickers. I took it home and gave it to Lex, and she just loves it. She carries it around, plops down on the floor and opens it in her lap and flips through commenting on Nemo, or Clifford, and whatever else she can identify.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, ink, Lexie's medical office sticker magazine, bean bags, swimming pools, hammocks, memory foam, and mayo.
Doctor Johnson is referring me to an ENT for hearing loss in right ear. I'm going to see how it improves over the weekend, and if it's not better, I'll schedule an appointment.
Word(s) of the day: FEATHERBRAIN
Lexie log: She's still a puppy. Grammy took us shopping at Fred Meyers on Wednesday and Lexie picked out a doggie bed and wouldn't give it up. She carried it all through the store and when we got home she plopped in front of the TV (after we played outside) crawled in it and watched a movie. We came back in to check on her in a bit, and she had fallen asleep in it. We took pictures, and I was going to post them, but I left Hello up home so it'll have to wait till this weekend. Grammy said that if she ever gives up the puppy bed that Felix or Turkey Swoop should get it. While Grammy was pushing Lexie in the swing, I got an idea and ran off to Fred Meyers and picked up four water guns. We had a wonderful water fight on the back deck. Lexie can actually pull the trigger, but only with her thumb, so she has to hold backwards and upside down. It's great fun. I forgot to have her show Grammy how she plays the harmonica now. Maybe later. When I came into work earlier this week there was a magazine on my desk that the office admin put there for me. It was a catalog of pediatric office kids toys, prizes, and mostly stickers. I took it home and gave it to Lex, and she just loves it. She carries it around, plops down on the floor and opens it in her lap and flips through commenting on Nemo, or Clifford, and whatever else she can identify.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, ink, Lexie's medical office sticker magazine, bean bags, swimming pools, hammocks, memory foam, and mayo.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
If I ever loose my mouth, all my teeth, North and South
I'm blogging from home today. Still not sleeping well and darn it, partially deaf. Sometime last night I lost hearing in my right ear and it's still funky. I can only hear high octave sounds and they come through sounding like some old ragtime piano. I sure do hope this goes away. I'm already tired of saying, "What? What?", and earlier, Miadda walked into the office behind me and her meow sent me out of my chair. The antibiotics are leaving some funny metallic taste in my mouth. Oh joy. Really though, I am in a good mood. I just feel bad about missing so much work.
Word(s) of the day: PUPPIS AL LA POUPE
Lexie log: She is at this exact moment rolling on the floor having a tantrum. She just got up and whined out of the room. She is really experimenting with long and short notes. Speaking of notes, I just tried a fun experiment. I wrote a note to Daddy on a piece of paper and told Lexie, "Give it to Daddy". She ran off and gave it to him and a moment or two later she returned with the reply. She is an excellent carrier pigeon as well as puppy. And she seemed to enjoy the heck out of the task. She even drew her own note on the last run. -- Her cold is also taking its sweet time going away. -- We spent some time earlier taking turns on the harmonica. She just loves this.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, my four and a half senses, the Rose Festival, books, pens, eggs, and phones.
Word(s) of the day: PUPPIS AL LA POUPE
Lexie log: She is at this exact moment rolling on the floor having a tantrum. She just got up and whined out of the room. She is really experimenting with long and short notes. Speaking of notes, I just tried a fun experiment. I wrote a note to Daddy on a piece of paper and told Lexie, "Give it to Daddy". She ran off and gave it to him and a moment or two later she returned with the reply. She is an excellent carrier pigeon as well as puppy. And she seemed to enjoy the heck out of the task. She even drew her own note on the last run. -- Her cold is also taking its sweet time going away. -- We spent some time earlier taking turns on the harmonica. She just loves this.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, my four and a half senses, the Rose Festival, books, pens, eggs, and phones.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man that he didn't already have, and Cause never was the reason for the evening or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
Almost getting better, light at the end of the tunnel. It seems that not feeling so well causes me to be more ornery than usual. People here are starting to notice. Going to the doctors in a couple minutes at the request of cube mates. They say I was pale this morning and my neck lump is worrisome. Off I go...
Many many many hours later.... 10:35 pm to be exact. Dr. sent me home with antibiotics that won't send me to the ER or my grave. Slept for a while with Lexie and recovered. Off to bed.
Word(s) of the day: GOITER SALSA
Lexie log: She has been a very naughty girl tonight and has been banished to her room to watch toilet training videos and go to bed. Her cold is super better, but she is still a snot machine. Her cough is better. She is having a hard time adjusting to being punished. Boy this could be a long ride... She has been told to stay in her room, but we keep having to hand walk her back in there. It is exactly like an episode of Nanny 911. I never thought I'd be grateful for that show, but I am. -- On a lighter note... She has learned how to "play" the harmonica. I'm sure there was something else cute I was going to mention today, but I'm too tired now. More tomorrow.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, the cats, Mom Dad and Betty, and lots more wonderful things that I'll dream about in a few...
Many many many hours later.... 10:35 pm to be exact. Dr. sent me home with antibiotics that won't send me to the ER or my grave. Slept for a while with Lexie and recovered. Off to bed.
Word(s) of the day: GOITER SALSA
Lexie log: She has been a very naughty girl tonight and has been banished to her room to watch toilet training videos and go to bed. Her cold is super better, but she is still a snot machine. Her cough is better. She is having a hard time adjusting to being punished. Boy this could be a long ride... She has been told to stay in her room, but we keep having to hand walk her back in there. It is exactly like an episode of Nanny 911. I never thought I'd be grateful for that show, but I am. -- On a lighter note... She has learned how to "play" the harmonica. I'm sure there was something else cute I was going to mention today, but I'm too tired now. More tomorrow.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, the cats, Mom Dad and Betty, and lots more wonderful things that I'll dream about in a few...
Monday, June 06, 2005
Oh Bennie she's really keen, She's got electric boots, a mohair suit...
My phone doodles have a centrifuge theme today. I am hypothesizing that this is some subconscious manifestation of my desire for my sinus to drain. I do feel well enough to make through the day. I have three Ibuprofen and half a Sudafed sitting here on my desk, and I refuse to take them unless I absolutely have to. Just got off the phone with Frank, Lexie is still curled up like a rolley polley, sleeping on our bed. I haven't gotten very many hours of sleep strung together lately. This morning, she crawled up and used my pillow as her mattress.
Word(s) of the day: WHIRLING DERVISHES
Lexie log: Lexie was a puppy most of the weekend. She is getting very good at imitating a puppy. Daddy is slowly getting weary of this game. He's concerned she's going to permanently damage her shins with all the crawling and bouncing around on all fours she's doing. She sounds just like a small dog. Yesterday, she put her right leg up to the top of her head (yes, she was sitting on the floor at the time) and started scratching her head with her toes, and panting, with a smile. She even tries to push between my feet as I'm standing in the kitchen, just like a little dog would do. I haven't been able to get her to roll over...Yet. -- Saturday, we both felt pretty crappy, but not enough to keep us down. We all trekked over to Gramma Betty's for a couple of hours. I finally remembered to bring the camera, so there should be some pictures posted soon. -- She caught on really quick to my trying to get her to take medicine by camouflaging it. Most of the weekend she refused to take anything I tried to give her, even stuff she would have loved. Thankfully, that is passing rather quick. -- She can reach the light switches without help. This makes for an interesting attention getter. A new feeling of power for her, as she gets to actively participate in her surroundings. -- We used our Entertainment book at Taco Del Mar for dinner last night. .99 cents for a kids meal on Sundays, and she got a monster huge bean and cheese burrito on a flour shell that she devoured. She loved their chips also. My new favorite too. When we were ordering, she sat in a chair at one of the tables and just looked oh so sweet. She was bopping around to the music they had on, and another customer actually commented on how cute and well behaved she was. I told her (the customer) that I was going to memorize this moment as one of my cherished two year old memories. Then she started pointing off in the distance at something. I never could figure out what she was pointing at. Closest I could figure was the large Mexican fish with a mustache painted on the window. I really think she was just pointing for the heck of it, but I think I'll try to remember to ask her someday down the road...Just to mess with her. When she's about 17-18 years old, I'll say, "Hey, Lex...Remember Sunday the 5th back in 2005, we were at Taco Del Mar's and you were pointing towards the window, there was a family seated at the tall bar, and stuff painted on the window. What were you trying to show me? I never could figure it out."
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, our Entertainment book, teeth, movies, stormy days, faith, love, couch time with Lex, humor, not having to listen to Boyz II Men 24-7, apple sauce, and nice people.
Word(s) of the day: WHIRLING DERVISHES
Lexie log: Lexie was a puppy most of the weekend. She is getting very good at imitating a puppy. Daddy is slowly getting weary of this game. He's concerned she's going to permanently damage her shins with all the crawling and bouncing around on all fours she's doing. She sounds just like a small dog. Yesterday, she put her right leg up to the top of her head (yes, she was sitting on the floor at the time) and started scratching her head with her toes, and panting, with a smile. She even tries to push between my feet as I'm standing in the kitchen, just like a little dog would do. I haven't been able to get her to roll over...Yet. -- Saturday, we both felt pretty crappy, but not enough to keep us down. We all trekked over to Gramma Betty's for a couple of hours. I finally remembered to bring the camera, so there should be some pictures posted soon. -- She caught on really quick to my trying to get her to take medicine by camouflaging it. Most of the weekend she refused to take anything I tried to give her, even stuff she would have loved. Thankfully, that is passing rather quick. -- She can reach the light switches without help. This makes for an interesting attention getter. A new feeling of power for her, as she gets to actively participate in her surroundings. -- We used our Entertainment book at Taco Del Mar for dinner last night. .99 cents for a kids meal on Sundays, and she got a monster huge bean and cheese burrito on a flour shell that she devoured. She loved their chips also. My new favorite too. When we were ordering, she sat in a chair at one of the tables and just looked oh so sweet. She was bopping around to the music they had on, and another customer actually commented on how cute and well behaved she was. I told her (the customer) that I was going to memorize this moment as one of my cherished two year old memories. Then she started pointing off in the distance at something. I never could figure out what she was pointing at. Closest I could figure was the large Mexican fish with a mustache painted on the window. I really think she was just pointing for the heck of it, but I think I'll try to remember to ask her someday down the road...Just to mess with her. When she's about 17-18 years old, I'll say, "Hey, Lex...Remember Sunday the 5th back in 2005, we were at Taco Del Mar's and you were pointing towards the window, there was a family seated at the tall bar, and stuff painted on the window. What were you trying to show me? I never could figure it out."
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, our Entertainment book, teeth, movies, stormy days, faith, love, couch time with Lex, humor, not having to listen to Boyz II Men 24-7, apple sauce, and nice people.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Xanadu, your neon lights will shine for you, Xanadu
I'm just barely here. In fact, I'm leaving. It's 9:45 am and I finished my $13,878.88 batch for month end close, so I'm taking my morning break, and going home to bed. Co-workers have alternately expressed their sympathy or condolences and then laughed at my nasally sniffing and sneezing and my goofy voice.
Word(s) of the day: BOWER
Lexie log: Yesterday we were joined at the hip. Both of us feeling bad, and Daddy having to take care of us. We spent most of the day watching movies on the couch, napping, coughing, playing on the computer for a bit. Neither of us slept much last night. She kept waking up every 20 minutes whimpering and crying and thrashing about. She finally caught on to us adding any medicine to anything like milk or apple sauce, and now pretty much refuses anything I offer her. She did drink the slightest bit of applejuice. I called Dr. Miller last night and asked about giving her 5mg Loratidine to see if it would help dry the snotterfall, and he said it couldn't hurt. I gave her half of one of my Alavert dissolvables. Held her hands away from her mouth until dissolved. I'm not even sure if it worked, since after that I was out of it. She is handling it very well for the most part. Very good natured, except during the night. And she wont eat or drink anything healthy. Time to go home.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, sick pay, birds, purell, bread, tissue, water, coupons, mirrors, cats, ballons, and fluorescence.
Word(s) of the day: BOWER
Lexie log: Yesterday we were joined at the hip. Both of us feeling bad, and Daddy having to take care of us. We spent most of the day watching movies on the couch, napping, coughing, playing on the computer for a bit. Neither of us slept much last night. She kept waking up every 20 minutes whimpering and crying and thrashing about. She finally caught on to us adding any medicine to anything like milk or apple sauce, and now pretty much refuses anything I offer her. She did drink the slightest bit of applejuice. I called Dr. Miller last night and asked about giving her 5mg Loratidine to see if it would help dry the snotterfall, and he said it couldn't hurt. I gave her half of one of my Alavert dissolvables. Held her hands away from her mouth until dissolved. I'm not even sure if it worked, since after that I was out of it. She is handling it very well for the most part. Very good natured, except during the night. And she wont eat or drink anything healthy. Time to go home.
Today I'm grateful for Frank and Lexie, sick pay, birds, purell, bread, tissue, water, coupons, mirrors, cats, ballons, and fluorescence.
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