Saturday, July 30, 2011

Life with Puppy

I'm tired!

This is day two with Miss Delilah Rose.  She is adorable.  And so loving.  The gang at The Animal Haven did a great job socializing her.  That, and I think she is happy and secure here with us!

We got her yesterday.  She did remarkably well for her first day.  She was cute with our black lab Melky.  She'd run up to him...then run back to the safety of my lap!  She did that most of the day.  Her ears were always up and alert.  When she was awake!

She has two speeds...


...and asleep.

She got a lot ballsier with Melky today.  She stole his favorite stuffed moose!  He did not take kindly to that...and promptly stole it back!  A new game was started.  Until she was napping tonight, and he brought it over and dropped it on my belly next to her! ♥

Her birthday is April 15, 2011.  She's an Aries.  I found her horoscope!

Sign of The Ram
Ruling Planet - Mars
Most Desirable Qualities - Loyalty and Trust
Talent - Heart breaker; forgets past failures
PhysicalCharacteristics - Active and energetic, prone to headaches and sun stroke
Lucky Day - Tuesday
Most Harmonious Signs - Sagittarius, Leo
ME FIRST! That's You! Aries is the first sign of the Zodiac; the sign of a born leader. Your natural vitality drives you to be the "lead dog" and to stay the "lead dog.".
You need space and lots of it and a variety of people in your life, so you are destined to disappear often. Remember, Houdini was an Arian, and you have learned his secrets well..
You are quick to learn, proud and ambitious and because of these traits you will be able to endear yourself to almost everyone in almost every situation. But those around you should never doubt who holds the leash in this family for you consider yourself to be completely in charge at all times. In fact, you are sure you know not only what is best for you, but also what is best for your master! In spite of this tug of war, or perhaps because of it, you are a loyal and trusted companion..
Your heart is easily moved although you don't show it quite so intensely. You are apt to be quite spoiled because the opposite sex lavishes you with attentions. Happy conditions surrounding your home base make not only for family unity, but make for unusual love opportunities as well. Enjoy yourself for this year will be bright and glorious for you!.
.You fall in love at first sight and first sight will mean a sweetheart on every corner. Left alone in these situations (even momentarily) could result in an unexpected litter of LookaLikaMe's. According to the stars, however, your best mate would be one born under the sign of Libra. .
.A creature of habit (and I do mean habit) those around you will find you have little tolerance for re-arranging things in life. You expect your walk promptly at the same time every day, dinner promptly on time and you expect your favorite chair to remain where you like it and you will not forgive being boarded (ever)! Transgressions may cause you to disappear and cause great worry at home. Work on being less stubborn and more flexible (if only you could!).
We'll be checking back on this as she grows up!!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

"Is it hot enough for you?"

No...not really.  Let's make it an even 120 degrees with a dew point of 137 then it'll be hot enough for me!

What's with the extremes in weather?  Everyone remembers our winter. don't?  Let me refresh your memories...

There's not a whole lot of difference in what we had in January except some shoveling.  Seriously, nobody wants to go outside.  Hell, it's too hot to do anything outside, short of running to your air conditioned car that is.  At 2:40pm, the temperature is 92, dew point is is 75 and it feels like it's 102.

This is no fun.  I feel bad for the rest of the country that's been dealing with this crap for weeks.  Yuck!  Bring back the '80's!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

♫ Birthday boy! ♫

Today my boytoy husband Felix turned 40. 

I didn't get him a card, buy him a gift or throw him a party per his request.  I will, however, make today's blog post about him.  I think that's fair, don't you?

I met Felix sixteen years ago in a galaxy far, far away (aka...our twenties).  I was a struggling single mom of a four year old and had pretty much given up on the opposite sex.  I decided to place a personal ad since I had two options for dating...1) Home Depot (my job) or 2) nothing.  I told the guy what I was looking for.  He wrote me one and put it in the paper.  I crossed my fingers.

Fast forward two weeks.  Fee leaves me a message.  Very soft spoken.  He said he was twenty-four.  I was almost twenty-nine.  Five years younger?  He was a kid!  But, I had a teddy bear named Felix and Hurricane Felix was bopping around the Atlantic.  I took that as a sign and called him late on a Saturday night.

We talked.  And talked and talked and talked.  We were up most of the night.  We talked every night for hours after that.  We decided to meet up at Home Depot after I got out of work.  My theory was if he liked me at my worst, the best would blow him away.

In a nutshell?  We fell in love three weeks after we met.  We offically lived together ten months later (even though each time he came over more and more of his stuff stayed!).  He proposed October 20, 1996.  We were married October 31, 1997.

I have never met anyone like Felix.  He was the youngest of anyone I had dated...but the most grown up of all of them, go figure.  And he was is adorable.  I still love his blue eyes and the way he crinkles his nose at me.

I almost lost him to diverticulitis, he almost lost me to depression.  We have been through the long battle and eventual death of my mom to cancer, our little girl's open heart surgery and a miscarriage.  We went through unemployment and some shitty jobs.  Money's been tight.  It hasn't been an easy road.  We've struggled.

But...we have a lot of fun together.  We don't do date nights, we do breakfast.  We still hold hands.  We hug everyday.  We always say I love you...and mean it.  We have dumb jokes only we get.  We laugh constantly.  I get him.  He gets me.  He is truly my best friend and soulmate.  I have no idea what I would do without him in my life.

So Fee...happy 40th birthday.  I hope we have many more birthdays to uncelebrate together.  You came to me at a time in my life when I needed you, and it didn't scare you away.  I love you more then you could ever know.  Thank you for being the wonderful husband and father that you are!  ♥ I love you!! ♥

Sunday, July 17, 2011

And they call it puppy love ♥

So we're getting a puppy. 

Not a PUPPY, like the big breeds we're used to (we've had a shepard mix, a husky and now a black lab.  All have weighed between seventy and seventy-five pounds!), but a puppy! An itty bitty one!

Wait...a what?


Meet Delilah Rose!  She is an eight week old chihuahua mix. She weighs about three pounds.  She came up from Georgia to the Animal Haven three weeks ago with her four siblings.  Totally neglected...full of fleas, scabbed over flea bites and tapeworms, they were a mess.  We were there the day they arrived.  The first thing I noticed was one ear was up and one ear was floppy.  I thought she was adorable!  Even as sick as she was, she still came to the door of the carrier, wagging her tail.  She licked my finger and I was in love!

Of course, I had to tell hubby about the new puppies.  Since Rocky died last year, we've wanted a second dog.  Melky is very much a pack dog.  He likes companionship.  He is always near us.  Until now, nothing has panned out.  Either they don't like kids, they don't like cats, they don't like other dogs...we couldn't find one. 

So this past Wednesday, Angel and I tagged teamed him. "Please come with us? Please?"  I truly had no ulterior motive.  Well, I sorta did.  I had my eye on a kitten!  I had put the thought of getting a small dog out of my head.  He relented and came with us.  My daughter was so happy to show him the cats.

I showed him the puppies last.  They were all wiggly and bouncy.  Puppies!  We were talking to Michelle, one of the caretakers and she offered to bring Delilah out.  She brought her out and placed her in my husband's arms.  And the rest, as they say, is history!

Today, I brought Melky to the shelter to meet her.  This is pretty much what happened...

She needs to be spayed...then, she is ours!  I can't wait to bring her home for good!

Friday, July 8, 2011

I have a confession...

I am a weather geek.

I am.  I love weather.  I love watching storms form.  I love how changeable weather can be.  I love clouds and cloud formations.  I could have been a meteorologist, but totally suck at math.  I was a NWS certified Skywarn spotter (CT-165) for three years.  Sadly, not one severe outbreak! :o(  I'd love to go tornado chasing...but only as a vacation.  You couldn't pay me to live in tornado alley!

Thunderstorms are fascinating...but scare the crap out of me at night.  I'm not sure if it's because I can't see the sky color (once you see a greenish-purple pre-tornado sky, you're scarred for life) or that thunder is loud and scary!  I know, I hear all of you going "But thunder can't hurt you silly!", but at two in the morning, there is no rational thought!

And I totally dig meteorologists...seriously.  I have had a crush on Jim Cantore since he started at the Weather Channel in 1986.

He is the definative hunk...brains, adorrrrrrable and funny as hell (thundersnow anyone?).  I like another weather guy too and was crushed when the asshats at his last station dumped him after twenty-six years.  It was the first time I actually sobbed about a TV personality.  I actually have his final quote ("You can go to sleep now.") on my FB page.  Happily, he found a new home locally.  I've never met him in person, but would love to shake his hand once and thank him.  :o)

The thunder is still rumbling outside.  It probably will all night. I'll be keeping an eye on the radar too...just so I can sleep later!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

A little something about nothing

1. no thing; not anything; naught: to say nothing.
2. no part, share, or trace (usually followed by of ): The house showed nothing of its former magnificence.
3. something that is nonexistent.
I wanted to write a blog entry and I'm thinking, I've got nothing to write about.  I have nothing to say!  Me?  With nothing to say? Noooo.
Then I got to thinking about, well, nothing.  Nothing.  They did a show about it.  We feel guilty about it ("Today was my day off.  I got nothing done. Arrgh.").  It's kind of a sad word ("My heart is broken.  He feels nothing for me anymore.").  I think we should change that.  Let's make "nothing" a positive word!
If it hasn't been done yet, let's have a a national "nothing" day.  Make it a Wednesday.  Take the day off.  If you have to work?  Do nothing when you get home.  Seriously.  Screw the housework.  Dishes and laundry will be there in the morning.  Order takeout.  Let the blender be the only appliance that gets used.  Sit outside and do absolutely nothing.
That's my order of the day...a guilt-free "nothing" day!  Just stop...for a moment!
Now go!  Nothing awaits you! ☺

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

No Justice for Caylee

After the weekend I had, hanging out with friends and family and now with this Casey Anthony debacle top news, I really feel compelled to write tonight.

I'm angry.  Truly fucking angry at the justice system.  How in God's name could they not get her on the neglect charge?  Her two year old was missing for thirty-one days before she told anyone!  One fucking month!!  How do you allow a month to go by not knowing or caring where your baby is?

I can understand why they couldn't get her on the first degree murder charge.  There was no DNA evidence to prove it was her beyond a reasonable doubt.  But she knows...that party animal slut knows who is responsible for Caylee's murder.  It disgusts me that she walks away a free woman.  I hope she lives to be a hundred.  I hope she misses her when kindergarten starts, when she was supposed to graduate, when she would have been married...when she would have given her her first grandchild.  I hope she suffers miserably and that she is never allowed to have another child.  And when she does pass?  I hope she sees her beautiful angel at Heaven's gate, and is promptly grabbed and taken to Hell by Satan himself.  Even if it wasn't her who duct taped that baby's mouth shut...she has to live with knowing the truth that her daughter is gone forever.

As a citizen, I am pissed.  As a mother, I am heartbroken. 

♥ Rest in peace Caylee Marie.  You are in the arms of the angels now. ♥