TM turned 6 last week (seems impossible) and it was all dinos all the time for this birthday. A conversation we had after visiting the Denver Museum of Nature and Science:
TM: “I think I was made to love dinosaurs.”
Me: “Really? Why’s that?”
TM: “Because I really love them. I am a big fan.”
And he does. He knew what all the skeletons in the museum were before looking at the description. Last year, he told his Kindergarten teacher when she asked what they wanted to be when they grew up, that he was going to be a Paleontologist. I believe him.
Almost 2 years ago I posted about the cats we acquired through an attempt to relieve the guilt we felt over things not working out with Elsie the greyhound. Mmmm, yes. We should have just let that wave of guilt crash onto the shores of our souls and return to the ocean of feelings the way that nature intended. Because now we have them and 2 of the 4 people inhabiting this house don’t really like them so much. We have figured out (sadly, through trial and error) that we just are not pet people. Be that as it may, our children ARE. Or they love the one’s we have. Whatever it is, we are stuck with these two furry (VERY FURRY!) creatures until the end of their life.
They (Princess and Charlie) do not make it easy for us to love them. Everyone says they’re wonderful, but I think that’s because they’re kind of like Eddie Haskell from “Leave it to Beaver”. They’re great around other people. They prance around going, “Oooo look at me! How nice and cute am I? Aren’t they evil to talk about me like that? Wait…what’s that smell? Oh right. I wrecked the litter box and it smells like the coffins of a thousand zombies in the house now. Where were we? Oh yeah…look at how cute I am!”
A few months ago Charlie ripped open his belly and required surgery to clean it out and cut off the dead flesh. Nice no? We don’t know how this happened but we assume it is the direct result of having an extra few pounds of skin from his overweight days catching on something (a nail? a fencepost?) and his decision to keep walking. He was in a cone for a month.
This weekend we noticed drips of blood around the food bowl and upon further investigation found that Princess had ripped herself 3 new (thinking of a nice word…thinking…thinking…not happening) poop holes. After some research we found that it is probably a ruptured anal sack. I’d post a picture of what that is, but since I read most of the blogs I follow while eating breakfast, I will spare you the image. You’re welcome. Advice from vets online (I admit said “vet” could be the kid next door) said to put some Neosporin on it and put a cone on the cat. Having thrown out the cone from Charlie’s incident, we went to Petco and found a variety of cones. FOR UPWARDS OF $30!! You have got to be kidding me. But she needed a cone, so what does one do when faced with this predicament. You’re probably thinking “Go to the vet”, but no! I made one. Out of some leftover oilcloth and some duct tape. And it was free. We are in “monitor and see” mode around here. Just be glad you aren’t the one doing the monitoring. It is really unpleasant.
I’m currently chuckling because I can’t type, hear or say that title without thinking about the way Pip usually does that. When we were dating Pip was in a band and they used to test the sound using this phrase instead: “Testes…Testes…1…2…3?”. Makes me laugh every time. Speaking of testes, I saw a bumper sticker the other day that had a pink ribbon and said “Save the Tata’s”. I think we should even the score and come out with a bumper sticker that says “Save the Testes” because testicular cancer is important too.
Wow, that was totally random. By the way, I’m back. The kids are back in school and I am back in this little space, and I’m making a few changes. I think I stopped writing so much because I didn’t feel like I was being honest. My life is not all crafting and fun. I do that and I love it, but this space was originally a place for me to write out feelings, thoughts and a little crafting. Along the way I started feeling like I couldn’t trust you all with parts of me (recurring theme for me), so it became all crafting all the time. Not good for me. So, let’s begin again shall we? I will be writing more in this space of mine and you are free to read and comment. I have decided that I am silly and that the people that I love and care about are the people I need to trust to love me as I am. Crazy opinions, thoughts, musings and all. It’s good to be back. I’ve missed this.
My cats are very fat. One is very smelly. Another is really grumpy.
Even through they are all of those things, I love them. No matter what.
I just took this picture of the sprinkler going in the yard next door. Unfortunately you can’t see it very well. Unfortunaltely what you can see well is the two slats missing from our porch swing. Note to self: Fix that. 🙂 Our neighbor has an obsession. He’s obsessed with watering lawns. I’m rather certain that most of the water waste in the Denver metro area is due to this man’s crazy obsession with watering. It has been in the 70’s this week and to be honest even we have taken the hoses out of hibernation and watered the backyard a couple times. Our neighbor however has been watering the “yards” (he and his son live next to each other) since 7:45 a.m. It is now 1:32 p.m. amd it doesn’t look like it’s going to end soon. Last summer his frenetic watering was almost comical (you know, if you don’t think about the global effects of such overindulgence) as he would water only during the hours they tell you NOT to water. And not just some of those hours (10-6.) ALL of them. EVERY day. And mowing 4 times a week. Wow.
Anyway, enough about him…The kids and I are going to start seeds in the house this year to see if we actually get some tomatoes to ripen and grow before it freezes. We also plan to start some perennials for the new front yard re do and for a flower bed in the back. And speaking of kids, DQ now has bangs. She loves them and I think it’s the most exciting thing that happened to her this year. I know this will change though as she has a birthday coming up and she’s getting a certain something she’s been wanting for a very long time. Here’s a picture. I think we may be more excited than she is. 🙂 Enough rambling. Time to do some cleaning.
I’m still here. Explanation: When we returned home from our vacation to Phoenix over the holidays we found that our computer died…alone…without us there to hold it’s…power button? Anyway, we needed to save and wait for a certain check from the government to get the computer we wanted to replace the old desktop. In the interim we were using a VERY OLD laptop running Windows 98. Yes, old. All that to say there was no way to upload pictures and it took forever to type out anything of length. We got our new laptop last weekend and I love it. Love it, love it, love it. BUT I still don’t know how to upload pics because as far as I can tell there is no card reader, and without a card reader I need to call in the help of my in-house technical staff: Pip. Pip has been busy lately, so I still don’t have any pictures for you. Sorry. Also, remember to back up your hard drive onto an external hard drive, because even though we did that, we had not done that since before our trip to Nashville. This means that every picture from Nashville that I did not post to this blog is lost (or on our old hard drive that we can’t get to.) Let this be a lesson to you. And me. I’ll be back with full color posts soon. I am still alive. Thanks for checking. 🙂