We had our dogs spayed back in November and kept them inside to make sure they healed right and all that good stuff. Aparently tho despite there being no evidence of it, my dog Pepper healed up externally but not internally because she split her sutures that had healed and dissappeared this morning. I was awake in our back bedroom on the computer when Jarell came up the stairs calling my name over and over and I ran out. He told me I needed to rush Pepper to the vet because her stomach was split open and she was bleeding all over the place and he didn’t think she was going to make it. I was strangely calm as I rushed into jeans and scooped up my purse and a ponytail to tame my bed head. I dropped Jarell off at his shop and J14 rode in the back with Pepper. I was still fairly calm but the spedomator said 68 or so in a 45 mph zone. We got the vet and they got her in and weighed and told me they’d get her sedated, cleaned up and sewed back up. I meanwhile was baffled and thankful and so very tired. I for the life of me cannot figure out how I missed that. The spot where the sutures were done had been completely healed up and there was no redness, no extreme heat that I could notice. Dogs naturally run warmer than humans so I would have had a hard time telling if she was too warm and I feel terrible. And she could run and go with the best of the other dogs- she’s got more energy than the other 4 put together. The only signs I saw that she might be in pain at any time were even somewhat deceiving. Since the day I brought her home she has been a bit of a baby about being picked up and she learned at a very early age that if she cried and carried on Mommy wouldn’t get mad when she did all the things that dogs aren’t supposed to do. So when I would scoot her across the floor because she refused to get out of the house (they’re strictly outdoor dogs) or grab the scruff of her neck to keep her from eating all the dog food instead of letting the other dogs eat and she’d yelp I assumed it was her Doggy Drama Queen act but now I’m not so sure. I’m sure she’ll be alright, but I’m worried and I feel guilty as always when an animal that counts on me to take care of them is injured. I think of all the mistakes I’ve made and feel like a terrible person especially when she was licking me while I was standing in the exam room with her as if she was comforting me. This dog is the worst behaved of all our dogs- she taught the others to dig under the fence and then to go over it, she hogs all the food and whether I put out 1 cup or 1 gallon she will try her damnedest to eat it all on her own while growling at the others to scare them off. She is also the only one who has learned to sit and shake. She looks at you with those big hound eyes of hers and tells you you’re and idiot and of course she’s the queen. Aaaaahhhh! Can’t wait to see the vet’s bill….
January 9, 2009
Happy Holidays December 1, 2008
Ahhh at last some down time. I’ve been so busy the last couple of weeks I hardly remember how to sit here quietly on the couch with my trusty laptop. Thanksgiving? It went as smooth as glass. I couldn’t believe how well everything came together. My brain had my body convinced things weren’t going to go well and I was stressed sick for three days before. Fortunately this meant that any overindulgence on my part on the big day was practically mandatory- if you can’t eat for three days the least you should be allowed is to totally pig out on a holiday.
The turkeys were perfect, the ham divine, the stuffing crisp and the cranberries tart. The vat of mashed potatoes was just enough for a little bit of leftovers and there was just enough green bean casserole to make a nice snack for me on Black Friday when I stayed home not shopping with the crazies. (Seriously- a Wal Mart employee was killed!)
All the family got along and only the ones I wanted to see were here. My dad and my step-brother’s girlfriend duked it out on Wii Boxing, making the rest of us laugh our butts off.
Friday I got to spend time with my youngest nephew and he absolutely stole my heart. I wish he and his parents lived closer. 
Hows that for an adorable ball of roundness? I wanted to snuggle with him all day but alas he and my brother and sister in law headed home Saturday evening but just as they were leaving it started snowing. YaY!!!
Before the snow tho, we had J14’s birthday to attend to. I took her to see Twilight since I had already gotten her hooked on the books (Karen, she’s hooked on Harry Potter too and just as bummed that its been postponed). It was a nice day out and when we got home, J11, J7 and I decorated a cake for her.
Sunday I got up bright and early and took lots of pictures of the snow. Since its Toi just had a birthday, I thought I’d share a couple for her.
My favorite Cujo dogs playing in the snow- hows that for an action shot?
My Pugsley experiencing “snow” for the first time… Hey Pugs, you got a little somethin on your nose 
Snow is like nature’s Martha Stewart- It makes all kinds of crap look pretty.
A beautiful card from Dana
And finally, our dog, Missy’s, comentary on our new president elect. I think it pretty much speaks for itself.
Redneck Girls October 19, 2008
I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to decide how best to tell this story without offending anyone. There have been many mental rewrites to soften harsh facts and morbid truths but no matter how I try the truth cannot be disguised or made nice for the general public so I’m going to just lay the facts on the table and hope that those of you reading this will understand the motives behind my actions. Well maybe I’ll put it in story format……
Once upon a time there was a girl who loved animals more than anything. She hated even to kill bugs that invaded her living quarters (altho she made exceptions for mosquitoes and ants) preferring to transfer them outside or let someone else get rid of them. She grew up surrounded by dogs, cats, goats, chickens, rats, fish and mice and loved them all. As she grew up into a tenderhearted young woman her menagerie was narrowed down to 5 dogs and an assortment of fish. She loved those dogs as if they were her own children and even had an odd attachment to her finned friends.
This young woman was somewhat timid in the face of her own danger, but when it came to protecting her babies all fear disappeared, replaced by a vicious urge to protect at all costs. Fortunately there was little that threatened her dogs- she and her husband lived on a large acreage in the country and most of the animals in their vicinity were either friendly, slow, or more likely to become prey than predators. Added to that was the fact that her husband was a bit of a hunter and anything that might endanger their dogs would be taken care of by him rather than her lifting some of that burden from her mind.
Well as these things often go, the woman’s husband was away on a journey to work in a kingdom far on the other side of the country when danger presented itself in the form of a wild male dog who looked unkempt and unmannered. One of the female dogs was in heat because the woman and her husband had not had the money to get her fixed before she became old enough to draw outside menaces. So the girl was sitting in her house one night when she heard one of her dogs screaming and howling in pain. She ran outside to find the female hooked to the wild male dog in the inseparable position that dogs get into sometimes and her poor dog was half the size of the intruder. He was running around dragging her poor dog backwards on the ground because she wasn’t tall enough to stand up. The woman gently threatened the male dog and soothed her baby until the ordeal was over and then ran like a madwoman after the male, her neon pink bathrobe flapping in the night air, screaming threats that she would act on if she ever caught said male.
Fast forward two days. The woman’s dogs have dug three new holes under the fence and she has run out of things to keep them in the fence altho she believed them to be contained until she heard the howling begin again. She rushes outside in a different set of pajamas after being yanked from sleep by the noise and finds the same two dogs in the same position. She waits until they are unattached before chasing the dog and this time throwing badly aimed and entirely ineffective gravel at the animal’s retreating backside screaming at the top of her lungs.
Later in the afternoon after returning the dogs to their fence with a wish and a prayer she hears the dogs barking by the basement door- definitely not in their yard. She thinks fast and grabs her pink .22 and some ammunition and storms down the basement stairs in a murderous rage. As she assumed, the same male dog is there trying to reattach himself to her dog who has again performed a Houdini act and escaped from her fence along with all the other dogs.
The male trots off a ways while the girl loads a bullet in the gun and fires it into the air. He trots off a ways behind a shop and when she follows him he heads back towards her dogs and the house. She chases him again, firing shots away from the house and dogs in an attempt to scare him off. He is trotting leisurely away now and so she returns to the house and barely makes it inside before he is back. This is the final straw as far as she is concerned. Now she runs after him gun in hand and he seems to sense that she means business because he is moving a little faster. She stops, takes aim, and fires past him causing him to shy away from the bullets now aimed in his direction. He is moving faster now, but not fast enough for her satisfaction. She takes aim again at the ground under him and this causes him to jump. One final shot into the air above his head and he is off like a rocket and well out of range.
Now the girl sits in her craft room typing on the computer watching out the window for that damn dog.
I don’t ever condone violence or cruelty towards animals, but when they cause my animals pain and injure them (Pepper is limping and yelps if I touch her hips) they’re asking for trouble. No I was not aiming to kill or even hurt this dog- I have more self respect than that- but I was sure as hell aiming to scare the crap out of him. I want him to think twice about coming back onto our land and trying to screw my dog again. God I feel like a redneck! Especially with my pocket full of .22 ammo……
Things that make me smile August 23, 2008
Someone found my blog by looking up “pee on” Well yes there is a post here about the time I got stung by a jellyfish and my sister in law said “Just let him pee on your leg- that will make it feel better.” Oddly enough this is not the first time someone has found me by looking up something about peeing on someone’s leg.
The song the Hampster Dance. When I was about 12 or so and the internet at home was still a relative novelty my dad called me into his office one night “Melissa c’mere you gotta see this” and there on the screen were dozens of dancing hampsters and my dad was smiling like a little kid. How can that not be a happy memory?
My dogs especially Pepper are sweet and crazy funny animals. Pepper has this look I call the “Hush Puppy” look because her lips curl up on her teeth when she closes her mouth so that she looks like the puppet from Lambchops Playalong. I don’t have a picture because she only does it when I don’t have a camera on me. She along with Tinkerbell, Lily, Pugsly, and Missy are the current doggie owners of my heart.
Pepper my sweet dog- about a 4 month old picture so she
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My husband. He just makes me smile in general. Last night he went to bed before I could get the clean sheets on the bed and was a bit disgruntled when I woke him up to put them on until he felt the new 400 thread count sateen cotton sheet that was under him. He was a much less grumpy bear after that and I had to laugh at him because sometimes you just do.
My inlaws current laundry set up.
Warm weather washer
Its amazing how sometimes you don’t miss it till its gone. In this case its a washer. Ours was out for a long time and we finally got it back as my inlaws started a remodel thats been in the works and needed for 4 years now. My MIL needed to do laundry and laundry for 6 is hard to do at a laundry mat so this was their solution and it made me grin. See their house is like a 400 thousand plus dollar home and this is like the icing on the cake. She and I laughed about how it made us feel like we were back in Mexico where if they have electric washers, they go outside. Or at least they do in the small town we were in. And forget about electric OR gas dryers.
Having a washer again. Nuff said, right?
My fishies. I can watch them for great lengths of time because they are just so soothing and sweet. Seriously. My angelfish, Toi is especially friendly and it follows me around.
Randomness June 19, 2008
Things I thought about today:
When I send out emails they go with my maiden name because I wasn’t married when I got th email address. If you haven’t received an email from me, you don’t know what that name is, but I will clue you in. You say why don’t I worry about stalkers? Well its simple really. All anyone has to know is that my husband owns lots and LOTS of big big guns and he’s taught me how to use them. So. My maiden name is Bacon. Yeah the next question was always, “Do you know Kevin Bacon?” To which I would reply, “Yes he’s my father and brother….” And watch their mouths dro to the floor. See my dad is actually older than the actor and therefore is the original Kevin Bacon and my little brother is a Junior so yes I know Kevin Bacon(s) and think mine are better anyway.
Random parte deux;
I was reading a post by the brilliantly amusing Dana and her remark about the hours of time seemingly involved in these situations where your life is in danger struck home. Here’s why. Two and a half years ago almost to the day, I had a very close call. I was on my way to Jarell’s house to pick him up. I was driving his 2004 Explorer Sport because the trip from California to Missouri had blown the headgasket in my little Toyota and it was having a new engine installed courtesy of my totally awesome dad. I had been driving on the freeway with the cruise control set to 70 mph to avoid any issues with the law. I’d had my license for exactly 2 months to the day and was still a little nervous. I turned onto his freshly coated gravel road. It was January but there had been no snow that year. As I accelerated to 25 mph, the cruise control had other ideas and jumped it up a notch to 70 mph all on its own. For decades of time I swerved across that road back and forth before the SUV jumped an embankment that was about an 85 degree angle and taller than the car and slammed into a telephone pole as it started to flip forward. My life stopped right there and I thought about how much I was going to miss my family and how I wished I could see Jarell one more time as the engine raced on and my foot held the brake pedal ineffectively to the floor.
The car slammed back down on the ground and continued to try to race its way through the telephone pole holding it stationary while I fumbled for the keys and shut off the ignition. I called Jarell who was less than a mile away and when he got there I knew he was the only one I’d ever love because as I sobbed out how sorry I was about his car, his baby, he told me he didn’t give a damn about the car, was I alright. My dad who used to investigate accidents for the army later told me that the whole thing probably happened in about 10 seconds.
There is a defect in Ford Explorers, Expeditions, and Excursions made between 2000 and 2004 that causes their cruise controls to do a couple things; either they stay on after the car is off, running down the battery and eventually catching on fire, or they restart themselves at the last speed they were set for and the throttle spring isn’t strong enough to shut back down once it is wide open. Ford told my FIL that he had no case.
Why do I remember the date so well? It was my 20th birthday and I was headed to Jarell’s house to pick him up since I had his car so that we could spend a romantic evening together. We ended up at Applebee’s instead of the date he had planned.
Gratuitous doggy pictures:
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- She almost looked at me
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- So sweet aren’t they?
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- She was barking at me because I wouldn’t let her out of the fence
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- Aww come on lemme out pweese
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- Pepper in the red collar saying let me in let me in
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- Let me out let me out!
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- I’m pooped
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- Picture perfect
Gone off to hell in a handbasket June 4, 2008
Thats where my day went. I found out last night that our dogs may have been exposed to parvo the terrifyingly deadly to dogs virus and since my puppies are just 6 weeks old they hadn’t had shots yet. That changed this morning. I got up and did some refresher research on the virus first. (I lost a puppy to parvo over 2 years ago because I had never heard of it before then and found out about the symptoms too late even tho I imediately rushed her to my vet’s office) Then it was off to the vet about 40 miles away with four 10 pound puppies in my truck since the pet carrier got destroyed in one of our big blows a couple months ago. I have a wonderful inexpensive old-fashioned country vet who does walk-ins from 8 till 12:45 and I got there at 10 till 11 expecting a bit of a wait. I told them that I didn’t have a pet carrier and couldn’t bring the puppies in because of it so I would wait in the car. They said no problem they’d let me know when it was my turn. I went back to the car and watched other people come in after me thinking I was lucky to have gotten there when I did. Then I watched one of the people who got there after me leave all taken care of and thought well I’ve been moved ahead in line before as well so no biggy. It was, I might add, about 85 degrees and climbing but I was in a shady spot by this time and there was a good stiff breeze. After watching about 6 people who came in after me leave before me and waiting for about 2 hours I went in for the third time to check and see where I was in line and they said I was second. There had only been 5 people in line ahead of me when I got there so I was a little upset. That combined with low blood sugar because I hadn’t had breakfast was making me a little edgy but ok. I went back and after seeing 2 other people who were there leave one of the gals came out to get me and help me carry in the puppies. I had to take them out one at a time when they were done with their shots as today a short staffed day at the clinic and the vet told me to get them out of there. I was near tears now because I get bitchy and cry easily when my blood sugar gets low. I walked out with the first puppy and had some woman bitch at me for in her words going out the wrong door. I flipped her off as I got to the truck and then was repentant and offered to help her get her morbidly obese dog who obviously didn’t like vets inside the office since they were blocking the entrance. She decided to stay there in the way and I went back ferry the other pups out one at a time and then pay my bill. The total was only $29 for all of them which is why I put up with all the crap in the first place but I was sorely tried today. Then I came home to a horrible mess left by Jarell’s brothers from their lunch break and I kinda came unglued. One of them left his wallet on the floor and I told Jarell that he can’t have it back until they all come down here and clean the mess they left in the bathroom and kitchen. He wasn’t too happy to hear this but we pay for the food and he usually cleans up after them and its not happening this time. There are 4 of them who are QUITE capable of cleaning up after themselves and Jarell and I are not their maids.
Sorry about all that negativity– I needed to vent as I’m still regaining my equilibrium from this morning. I want to end on a positive note tho and when I came home I read a couple of my favorite people’s blogs and they really helped my mood. In the mood for a laugh? Check out KathiD, Mom O Matic, Diana, Dana, and Elasticwaistbandlady. This is only a sampling of the hilarity and there are more, but they’re the ones I just read when I got home. I decided to borrow Kathi’s story idea to end this post on a cheerful note and I wanted to tell you all about my brushes with the licensing laws in our great country.
I moved back to Missouri in late November of 2005. I did not change my tags over to Missouri tags for a year when I got here. One night when I’d been here about 6 months my then boyfriend now husband and I were headed the 3 miles out of town to his parent’s house where he was living. I don’t remember the circumstances precisely but as we left the city limits, a cop passed us headed the other direction, whipped a quick u-turn and followed us out of town. This seemed odd to both of us as we had been breaking no traffic laws at the time but I tried to convince the both of us that he had been called out of town for something and that was why he had turned around so quickly. This would have held water had the officer not turned onto the little gravel road that his parents lived on. The road was bumpy as hell and freshly graveled so Jarell was driving more or less down the center of the road avoiding the worst of the holes and loose gravel. The cop continued to follow us until we were about 300 yards from his parents drive at which point on come the lights. Jarell pulled over and the cop came up to us. Jarell: “Good evening officer.” Officer Tickethappy: “Good evening. Did you know you were driving down the middle of the road?” Jarell: “I was trying to avoid the potholes sir.” OT: “Does this vehicle have front license plates?” (as an aside, my truck is a 1987 Toyota which at the time had the ORIGINAL tags and tags from 1987 in California are blue with BRIGHT YELLOW lettering. Very hard to miss at night as the lights tend to reflect off them) Me: “Yes sir but your welcome to go look.” He goes and looks and comes back. “Whose truck is this sir?” Me: “Its mine officer. I’m visiting from California and may be moving back here.” OT: Well you need to get this truck registered if you’ve been here over a month. Are you both wearing your seatbelts? (we were) Can I see your license and registration?” Jarell at this point realizes he had forgotten his wallet at home. “If you’re willing to follow us over the hill I’m Gary Sisk’s son and my wallet seems to be at home.” All of a sudden the cop is very polite. Well you all have a good evening and get this truck licensed if you’re going to move back here. Sorry for the trouble folks.” And off he went. We could only assume that dropping Jarell’s dad’s name in the conversation had scared him off altho we’ll never know for sure. He was bound and determined to get us for breaking some law up to that point and then to drop everything seemed suspicious. All I can say is God bless small redneck towns where everyone knows everyone else and this particular town where the Sisk name is synonomous with money, lawyers, and very little chance that the cops will win their arguments.
Slow goin May 14, 2008
Well I haven’t been on here since Sunday but thats mostly because theres really nothing to report from the last several days. I had to run one of our wee littles to the vet on Monday because our four month old puppy thought the little guy was big enough to be a playmate and she rolled him all over the ground causing a severe bruise to his neck. It swelled all up with nasty gunk inside and the vet had to cut it open and de-gunkify it. Then we had to take him back today to get the wound drained again. Little Pugsly has been very well behaved through all of this and took it rather well. He just wants to play and I’m amazed by his resiliency. At four weeks old he’s rather remarkable. Today he got to share a nice big bowl of goats milk with J11’s kitty and he just thought that stuff was the bee’s knees. His mama is trying to ween him and his sibling as their little teeth turn into razors and so that milk was a nice treat I’m sure. He hasn’t quite figured regular food out yet but he tries. I’m sorta sorry we can’t keep this little guy but I decided I would not keep any males around and am going to attempt to stick to that resolve. Girls don’t get other girls pregnant is my simple logic. Obviously this isn’t a fool proof plan or we wouldn’t have the puppies in the first place but Tink got out of the house while she was in heat and ran off for a while and that as they say was that. This is a bit of a long rambling post for having nothing to say. I’ve got to go to the post office today and send Lolita to her new home. She goes with the story of her life and a little tag with her name on it and I’m a little sad to see her go, but its a good excuse to make a new little dolly and I think the next one is going to be the Littlest Voodoo doll. I have a mermaid that needs a top and bit more embellishment and she’ll be ready to go in the store. Check me out at www.whitecoralbelles.etsy.com guys and look the little ladies over.
So much Junk! err good stuff April 28, 2008
So yesterday Jarell and I decided to start going thru the boxes of stuff I’ve had stored down there since last year when we got married. It was an interesting task. As I was going thru the stuff to try and get rid of some of it we had the brilliant plan to have a garage sale and suddenly things got easier. I was really into it and I picked up today where I left off yesterday. I found lots of craft goodies that I’d forgotten I even had and all my books that I’ve kept to re-read and now I can. O happy day. I found a choir trophy, some cool 70’s flowery fabric, TONS of pictures and so much more. It was like going through a flea market owned by an alter ego and any urge that may have been slowly creeping up on me to shop with nonexistent money has been put to rest yet again. The only sad thing is I’ve been using all those boxes as a quick fix whenever I felt the need to accumulate more stash. Instead of going shopping I’d go downstairs and dig through one box and bring a whole armload of stuff back upstairs. Now I don’t have that option so much as most of the really good stuff is now where it needs to be put away. On the upside, Jarell said the proceeds of the garage sale are all mine. This makes good sense since all the stuff in it was mine, but at the same time I feel like I should share with him as unselfishly as he shares with me. I’ll let you all know how that works out. Until then I leave you with this old essay I found by a mysterious unknown author. I apologize in advance.
The Last Night
by Melissa Bacon
The thunder crashes and the winds howl outside, The sky is a mix of colors. Near the top it is a dark purple that slowly fades into pink and finally orange near the horizon. Inside it is cozy and dark. A fire, the only light, crackles cheerfully in the stove and the soft murmur of a single voice blends itself around the storm.
A small dog observes the peaceful scene, her black eyes clouded. Her breathing is labored and rasping. The television box that makes her bed seems to dwarf her shrunken body. Next to the box is a young girl. You hear a soft voice singing an old song. As you listen the voice wavers and pauses. The storm rages outside. Seeming to take courage from the tempest out of doors, the voice continues, stronger and more pure than before. A single tear lands on the faded blue blanket underneat the little dog.
The voice fails again and the girl looks around her. The weary green eyes search for a distraction. They fall on a dulcimer the color of honey. Suddenly the scene is animated. The girl scrambles to her feet and seizes up the instrument. Now the plaintive tones of “Amazing Grace” compete with the storm.
As the song winds to an end, it is followed by a hymn pulled from the depths of the girl’s memory. The fingers race along the fret board as if possessed. The little dog, however, appears oblivious. Abruptly the music ceases. The girl grasps a small log and tosses it deftly onto the fire. There is the sound of paper being crumpled and the fire roars to life as it consumes the light material. A soft sigh, followed by several sharp barks startles the girl out of her reverie. Once again the scene changes from a solemn still life to a quick movement. The girl is at the dog’s side fumbling for a syringe of water. With compassion she works the syringe into the now frantic dog’s mouth. The dog has yet to move, but some remaining reflex causes it to swallow convulsively. Even so, it isn’t long before you hear the cries again.
A man appears. He walks into the room and drops down next to the sobbing girl. They pet the small dog. Eventually it is silent, the energy seemingly spent at the moment. Mouth closed, the dog seems to rest. From outside comes a new sound. It is the sound of more dogs and you see headlights. The girl slowly rises and gives the dog one last pat before she heads out into the storm. The little dog gives a few more piercing barks and slowly fades into silence. The once labored breathing falters and finally ceases. The man sighs and closes her now unseeing eyes one last time. Outside the storm rages on.
Sproing!!! Sproing Sproing March 28, 2008
No I’m not completely mental, just a little bit. I’m just happy because spring seems to finally be showing its little head around my house. I went outside today to check on my babies and as they were running and jumping after I let them out of the fence I decided to investigate my bulb plantings. And I am ecstatic to say that many of them are grinning up at me from above the ground. There were hyacinths, lilies, irises, and grape hyacinths along with the ever present wild garlic all topside now. No actual flowers but lots of green that wasn’t there two weeks ago and the hyacinth is even going so far as to have buds showing. I’m absolutely in heaven because that is definitely one of my favorite smells in the whole world. Jasmine, roses, wisteria, hyacinths, irises, freesia and gardenias all make me smile for hours. On a stranger note, I’m beginning to be a bit suspicious of Tink’s marked weight gain over the last few weeks. I can’t say anything for sure but she seems to be getting wider and I’m a bit nervous that the increase may mean puppies. I’d be happy but Jarell maybe probably would not. Little Pepper is getting bigger but I realized the other day that she’s the same age now as Tink was when we got her and only about half the size. This may not seem that odd, but Tink only got a little bit bigger and is a very diminuitive Labrabor by most standards. I’m hoping this means that Pepper will be small because big dogs are a little harder to contain. She might be Beagle which Jarell would like. We’ll see I guess. But thats enough about flowers and puppy dogs for now. I’m off to do something productive.
If I ever leave this world alive January 12, 2009
Tags: comments, dogs, thanks
I first want to say thank you for your kind comments about Pepper. She should be home soon and on her way to healing right this time. The vet said it looked like she tried going over a fence and got caught up on it. Knowing her, she probably did, I just don’t know which fence but my guess is the barbed wire at the front of our property. Argh silly animal! Then I wanted to address some specific comments kinda like Dana does, but only for today- not a full time deal or anything. So here goes.
With regards to my “Get down with the sickness” post
Toi said
Go to kraftfoods.com and sign up for the Food and Family magazine. It’s a free publication that comes out 5 times a year. It is the best magazine EVER! (Well, not ever, that would be People, but that won’t help you eat healthier or cheaper.) You can look at the older publications on line and the website is over flowing with great easy recipes. The best part is that all of the ingredients are easy to find and cheap. They have weekly menus planned out also. You can do one bag one week of dinners. I swear by the website and magazine. Find a time when you aren’t rushed and spend some time looking through it. You’ll be happy you did.
Kraft needs to hire me for endorsements!
You’re over-thinking. Buy five pounds of hamburg and fry it all up at once. Monday: chili Tuesday: chili dogs Wednesday: spaghetti with real tiny meatballs. Thursday: stuffed peppers Friday: cabbage rolls.
By the time you get to Saturday, everyone will be begging you to stop cooking.
Thats a brilliant idea, but I’d have to live with all the noxious emissions produced by that cooking and I might be pretty sick by the end of the week *grins*
Bryan said
I saw the title of this post in my reader and thought maybe you’d been listening to Disturbed lately . . . that would have been . . . unexpected .
The funny thing is you’re the only one who caught that reference and said anything about it. I do listen to Disturbed occasionally along with a lot of other music that you might not expect. But what makes me laugh out loud is that the version stuck in my head is actually the Richard Cheese parody of Get Down with the Sickness- for those of you who don’t know, Richard Cheese does lounge music versions of popular songs and Get Down With the Sickness happens to be my favorite parody.
I often use song titles for my posts because once I think a line in relation to a post I can’t separate the two in my mind. This post is a case in point- I was listening to this song and I just felt it needed to be the title. I usually try to sync up the words with my subject matter, but as you all know my subjects vary in the post itself and I am quite a rambler so I do the best I can with what I have to work with.
Well thats all for now, I’m off to do something productive now maybe.