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Countdown to Aubriana RoseCome along with us on our journey to our daughter in China 6月22日 CHANGE OF ADDRESS - MOVINGIt is with mixed feelings that I announce a move over to "Blogger". I have been debating this for a very long time. I actually am very comfortable here and find it easy to post, edit and change things up according my very limited ability.
The biggest reason I am trying a new blog site is due to the overwhelming lack of comments I get on this site and how many people complain that it is almost impossible to leave a comment without Federal assistance.
I will try it out for a while and see if things are any better over there.
If you have followed my blog thus far, perhaps you will accomodate me and click over to the new site and let me know your thoughts.
I don't want to abandon this site as there is such a library of thoughts and emotions from the past year and a half located here and until I find a way to move them over; I want to hang onto them and re-visit occasionally.
I appreciate everyone who has visited once or repeatedly over the months and hope to see you on the other side.
The new address is: http://countdowntoaubriana.blogspot.com/
Come on down now, ya hear!!!
6月4日 SEVENTEEN MONTHS - AND COUNTINGHELL-o....17 months LID; enough said.
Did you know it is possible to be stalked, infiltrated and abused whilst sitting in your own home? Tis true, as I am about to testify before you.
By now everyone should have heard about the Do Not Call list ,which I have signed up for on numerous occasions, because I keep getting those oh-so-annoying sales calls every hour of the day and night.
This is an instrument for which I personally pay for to use as I see fit to reach out and touch whomever I choose. I never intended for it to be used against me like some weapon of mass-marketing destruction to seek and destroy my peace and quiet.
The latest occurrence is the strangest yet. I have been getting calls up to 5 times a day where the caller ID will tell me "TOLL FREE NUMBER". Whenever I see that I usually A) Let it go B) Answer the phone saying "We don't accept sales calls at this number - then hang up" C) Answer and immediately hang up.
This tactic has served me well in the past, but this particular caller had their timing down to a science. They called not once, not twice, not three times but FOUR times during the season finale of LOST and American Idol. They called in the morning, they called at 10:30 at night, they called during dinner...you name the time and they called.
So here I am immersed, in the suspense that IS the season finale, when my phone rings the mandatory 4 times before the answering machine picks up; then I have to hear my own lovely voice instructing people how to use an answering machine (MENTAL NOTE: It is 2007....if someone doesn't know how to leave a message by now they are probably a Moron and you really don't want to talk to them anyway; I will change my message soon); anyway, I hear my message and then the robo-caller doesn't detect the human voice it is programmed to seek and annoy and it hangs up...which is great except my machine takes a moment to detect that there is no message and then disconnects and has to record a dial tone for what seem like enough time to cook a 3 minute egg.
This sequence of events happened 4 times in 2 hours; this really takes you out of the moment of whatever it is you may be doing, TV is just the example I am presenting here...but use your imagination as to what other events could be disrupted by the electronic invader.
So having bought into the whole "patience is a virtue" philosophy; I put up with this for about 3 weeks when on a Monday morning at 7:00 it happens again! This time I am really pissed; I stay on the phone and am ready to scream at whoever idiot has been randomly assigned to assault me via the phone lines and the ultimate insult happens...the robo-dialer hangs up on ME!
What the frig???? Is this some kind of high tech phone pranking by wannabe hackers targeting me; or perhaps the universe re-paying me from my youthful days of calling up and asking liquor stores if they have Prince Edward in a can and to let him out are coming back to taunt me? I may have occasionally used the phone to have Mike Hunt; Harry Butts, and other nepharious characters paged at a restaurant, but that provided laughter on both ends in my imagination. I even remember calling boys just to hear their voices and hanging up on them after they said hello about 5 times (I was easily satisfied back then). Of course this was all before caller ID and we were all able to call in wonderful anonymity.
Now we can screen who we choose to talk to and avoid friend and foe as it suits us. This is part of the technological world we now live in that draws us closer to the electronics that surround us, but keeps us distant from our fellow human beings; admit it, you would rather shoot off a quick e-mail then actually talk for an hour on the phone.
Of course some people have attached their cell phones permanently to their heads like aliens walking amongst us and use the phones to stay in constant contact. I have heard couples fighting over the air waves, one lady in Target speaking very loudly about her recent gynecological exam and the gory details of that encounter; people in restaurants shouting over their meals while the rest of us forgo our dreams of a peaceful and quiet meal out. A side note here, the microphone in the phones today are excellent and can pick up your voice speaking in a soft whisper; STOP making the rest of us part of your conversation...we don't want to talk to our own family and friends and we really don't want to hear about your latest drama.
Anyway, back to the robo-stalker, they had my attention now, and I promptly called the number listed on the caller-ID. I could hear the phone connecting to some overseas line in a distant country and immediatley knew this wasn't going to go well. It went like this:
Man on phone: "Hullo, theese izz Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull what izzz your umplyee nuuumber puhleeze?"
ME: What? Where am I calling?!
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "You are calling Qulmnop Company, what izz your umployee nuumber puhleeze?"
ME: "What? Are you asking for an employee number???"
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "Yes maam, puhleeze give me your umployee eye-dee nummber."
ME: "I don't have an employee ID number...you people keep calling me and hanging up at all hours of the day and night, during moments I will never get back....what do you want from ME?????
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "Oh, yes maam, there is a computer error and we are currently working on it.
ME: "How can there be a computer error from a company I don't work for calling me everyday and hagning up????"
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "I uunderstand maam, we are working on it right now".
ME: "Good, I'm glad you are working on it, what does this company do?"
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "I ahm not at leeburty to say maam?"
ME: "You aren't at liberty to say! You guys are calling me....all the time; you wake me up, you interrupt my dinner, my down time, and take up space on my answering machine....and you can't tell me who you are?"
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "I am very sorry maam, we are working on the problem right now".
ME: "OKAY then, as long as you are working on it; and Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull; I better not get some outrageous charge on my phone bill by calling this "toll-free number".
Sanjayyaaahhh Istanbull: "No maam, Yes, maam, have a wuunderfull day".
I am waiting to see my next phone bill and the charge of $1, 475.23 for calling Liberia or India or some other distant land where these scams originate.
The only phone call I really want is the one from China saying come and get your baby.
Until then - keep in touch - who knows I may actually want to talk to YOU!!!
   5月13日 BOUNCE HOUSE DEVOURS WOMAN - FILM AT ELEVENWhat started out as a lovely day to be spent with friends and celebrating a delightful little girls 4th birthday evolved into a day filled with heavy breathing, nausea, embarrassment, shame, discomfort and looking into the eyes of death and all mixed for some odd reason with uncontrollable fits of laughter.
Not the good type of laughter where you giggle and move on...this the kind of laughter that grips you so tight your entire insides clench up and you physically cannot breathe - where you mouth the words STOP IT...I CAN"T TAKE IT ANYMORE...but no one can (or they choose not to) hear you.
My warning to all who read this is simple: DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES attempt to or actually enter a "BOUNCE HOUSE", these innocent-looking castles of air....seem so simple and fun loving...but they are Lucifer in-rubber; primary colors beckoning you to enter for a little fun and carefree abandon. But once inside, the evil is released and death comes a-knocking.
It all started when the "cool kids" shouted my name...".Valerie, come inside with us, we'll take a picture; come on "it's fun" (I've had more fun at a colonoscopy exam).
Let me preface this tale with the fact that the party had broken up and there were but a few stragglers left behind, including the infamous "M-3 Posse", which I now believe stands for Masochists, Morons and Maniacs. It had rained and the bounce house was wet and all but empty. The girls and, when I say girls, I mean full grown women who would usually be sipping iced teas and exchanging recipes, decided to find their inner child and enter what I now refer to as the House of Doom.
I must say watching them attempt entry was very comical from the outsiders perspective. It was easy to watch and giggle at the antics of Robyn the Radical and Crazy Christie. The view of them just entering thru the trap door (for that is truly what it is) was worth the price of admission; I even remember thinking to myself..."that is something I WOULD NEVER DO!" (You will see later that this follows a long pattern of lying to myself, i.e., the Farrah wings I sported were still cool in 1995, nobody will notice my two different colored shoes, I haven't gained weight, my clothes just shrunk). Anyway, I digress, they were screaming and carrying on and started to call my name; now usually when a bunch of crazies calls to me, I just ignore them...but this day was different, because the call of their voices was being driven by the evil power of the "House of Doom"....that evil within made their mad requests seem fun, inviting, and enticing, so I kicked off my shoes and walked toward the "House of Doom".
The classic Angel/Devil debate was going on in my unclear head as I approached the inflated balloon of death.
ANGEL: Where are you going...didn't you see the position you have to assume to enter the balloon of death? People will see you, there are many witnesses; many with cameras just waiting for an opportunity to catch you in a very unflattering and compromising position. Turn back NOW!
DEVIL: Go on, don't be so uptight, they did it, no one said anything about that...it'll be fun. Don't be an old fuddy duddy.
I ignored the warning of common sense, thinking, "What is the worst thing that will happen?" It's just a bouncy house, children love them; they represent youth and carefree days of yore. I chose not to hear the theme song from "DEAD MAN WALKING" as I approached the "House of Doom".
You would think that the fact that upon arrival I had to mount this big wet foam block thing on my knees in white pants,lift up a flap and then crawl under a net would have disuaded me, especially when I knew full well the view I was going to be presenting to all those unfortunate people behind me. I have to be honest here - my days of being called "twiggy, slim and beanpole" are far behind me. I left them back somewhere in the early to mid nineties when I was still trying to pull off the Farrah Fawcett wings. Those days have been replaced with words like Big and Beautiful, Just My Size, Women's Department, Full Figured, and Extra, Extra Curvy.
So I proceeded towards the Temple of Satan. Upon approach I can hear the debate of good and evil once again:
ANGEL: Just peak inside, point to your white pants and tell them they're nuts!
DEVIL: You've come this far, don't be a coward! Get in there; they did it...come on WUSS!
Well, nobody calls me a wuss. So, I attempt to gain entry into Satan's Den. 1st attempt: I slide down the HUGE WET FOAM BLOCK...WTF! This didn't look that hard before. 2nd attempt: I slide down the HUGE WET FOAM BLOCK...WTF...how hard is it to climb into a hole? 3rd attempt: I slide down the HUGE WET FOAM BLOCK...WTF. Now this is a point of pride....I'm going to get my full figured ass in there if it KILLS me. (Which you will see later, it almost did).
Finally, I somehow manage to claw my way into the Belly of the Beast. The first thing that struck me is that this was a huge mistake because once inside I notice there are 2 little children jumping in youthful abandon and oblivious that they are encased in evil along with my "friends". I was greeted with the vision of Radical Robyn on all fours, doggie style if you will, and Crazy Christie steadying herself near the sidewall made of netting and laughing uncontrollably and screaming for Robyn to get up. Meanwhile, Robyn seemed incapable of talking, but I think she was motioning for me to get down doggie style with her, which a prudish upbringing forbid me from doing. I knew I had to stand up quickly and make my way to the wall if I had any chance of holding onto my dignity. I thought Crazy Christie had the right idea, and knew I had to somehow steady myself along the "wall" which is simply netting...that same stuff used in your trunk to keep your milk from rolling around.
The first thing that came to my mind as I stood up was how quickly I was aware of everything I had eaten earlier in the day; it seemed to be floating in my stomach looking for an escape hatch. The second thing I remember was looking at the tattoos on Robyn's feet and marveling at how much they were moving almost like they were lifting up from the skin where they were attached. The third thing I noticed was that the children weighing in at a combined weight of probably 75 lbs. were creating a G-force in Lucifer's Lounge that was really irritating me.
I made it over to the "wall" which is funny when you think of it because a wall would give one the impression that there is stability and safety and protection to be found there. The truth is, this netting was really a web of morbidity, and once you came into contact with it, the entire structure is designed to give way like a house of cards.
I think I must have "leaned" upon the web for about 2/10ths of a second before I was encompassed in a sea of primary colors...RED/YELLOW/BLUE, and I think I saw a glimpse of Nemo, but can't be sure as I sunk into the depths of hell on earth. Apparently, and this is just my opinion, the "walls" are connected to the floor and if a person larger than an 8 year old takes down the wall, the entire structure will collapse upon itself. I noted that the roof was suddenly on me and not 10 feet above my head.
I was soaked from a fluid I can only surmise was the grim reaper's bile and I saw my life flash before my eyes... I thought "This is not how I thought it would end, not encased in a rubber tomb drowning and suffocating all at once". I didn't think my body was capable of obtaining the flexibility and contortionist moves required; my feet aren't that high above my head in the gynecologist's office.
I begged for some sort of help...desperate like drowning people are. My "friends" Robyn and Christie, were nowhere to be found I could only hear their laughter as I fought for dear life. The larger, older child tried to walk my way, but I knew there was no way in hell she could possibly pull me out. But I had the forethought to think "grab her in here with you...maybe then someone will help and at least you won't go alone!" I could see her eyes register the futility of her errand and she stayed just out of my reach.
To this day, I don't know how I righted myself, but somehow my will to live another day allowed me to belly my way up the "roof" onto the floor and the air started to re-circulate. At this point I was like Britney Spears in a rehab center: "I JUST WANTED OUT". I made my way to one of the corner pillars and couldn't decide if the wetness on my pants was rain water or urine and didn't much care.
I made my way back to the place where I had entered from. I could smell freedom and taste it in my mouth, but the fallen angel had other plans for me. You see, somehow, after my trauma from a mere 4 minutes before, I somehow forgot that I was not supposed to lean on the net wall. As I approached the trap door, I planned to back out and did so by presenting myself ass first to the entrance point and proceeded to grab the "net wall". Well, I hope you enjoy re-runs, because the exact same thing happened all over again. RED/YELLOW/BLUE/NEMO, bring the house down, fluid everywhere, laughter from Crazy Christie and Radical Robyn, feet up thinking "You can't escape your destiny" when I felt my opal earring get ripped from my ear. Well, do what you will with me, but keep your mitts off of my jewelry!
It was a split second decision. Rise up and get some life sustaining air or push the bloated rubber aside and go back for your family jewels. If you know me, and I think you do, I went back and reclaimed my earring, grappled my way back up the roof/wall/floor thingy and birthed myself from the doors of purgatory and deposited my big, beautiful butt directly onto the lawn.
Did I mention that the entire time this was going, on the party paparazzi were there snapping pictures!!! Robyn's husband (and I believe first cousin) took this opportunity to make a "snuff" film.
I will most likely post some pictures here, as I am sure my "friends" will already have them up on their sites so I might as well steal their thunder.
I escaped with a little less dignity and a new-found respect for the extreme sport of the Bouncy House.
Happy Mother's Day....and to Robyn and Christie, you know what kind of MOTHER'S I think you are!!!
Vouncy
5月4日 Semi-Sweet 16Hello, Long time no blog...I thought a little break might give me some time to reflect and ease some of the strain of this infernal wait - well good intentions and all that. Today is the 16 month anniversary of our LID....Whoopee DOO DOO...at this point that could simply mean we are half way there (worst case scenario). The month of May also marks 2 years that we have been in the adoption process (long yawn here). So since there is really nothing new to report on the adoption front....onto what I've been up to. Duchess Margaret Moonshadow Von Schnitzel aka Maggie Moo; our newest addition to the family is a handful! The demure, sweet, shy little angel I fell in love with at the shelter has turned into a long bodied, short legged, Terminator of all things stuffed, carpeted, hopping in the yard (don't ask), or covered in skin (aka ME). This dog makes the energizer bunny look like a speed bump. We walk her 4 times a day, play for up to an hour at a time, daily brushings, constant snacks and God forbid I want to take a bath, because INCOMING....this dog wants to be right there with me. After much research, I am starting her on the BARF diet (Bones And Raw Food)....I have been told by many people that duplicating the way dogs used to eat in nature is the best way to insure a long and healthy life....we'll see. Yesterday while I was picking up the Frozen Raw Chicken Patties, I was lamenting to the woman who runs this business out of her house, that Maggie has a very strong Chew instinct and I hate to keep giving her rawhides as I know they are indigestable....she quickly scolded me for the rawhides and directed me to a bin containing some long narrow marrow looking things. She said "You should give her these"....she promptly pulled one out and hit it on one of the 5 freezers in her dining room to prove to me how "hard" it was and went on to explain, that it was all natural, would not stain my furniture/carpet like a rawhide and was completely digestable and Dog's love em! She then placed it in my hand; as I marveled at all the information I had been receiving since entering the house, I innocently asked her what it was made of....familiar with Pigs Ears....I wondered what this delicacy could be I held in my hand; noting it's long tubular shape. Without even blinking....she said..."they are called Bullies"...I reiterated the name..."Bullies?"...."Yes", she said, "they are made from bull penis' " I tried to keep the bile rising in my throat from exiting my esophagus...and quickly asked for a bag to put the thingy into. YES; I actually bought one....I figured what the hell...it's natural after all and on the way home I came up with some great marketing phrases which I plan to submit to the company for their review I.E. "WHY GIVE YOUR DOG JUST A BONE - WHEN YOU CAN GIVE HIM A BONER?" "WHEN YOUR DOG BEGS FOR A TREAT, BONERS KEEP HIM COMING”
"BONERS WILL KEEP YOUR DOG OCCUPIED FOR HOURS AND HOURS" "BONERS...THEY'RE THE BEST; AND THAT'S NOT JUST A COCK AND BULL STORY"
Your dog will say "Is that a Boner in your pocket? Then I'm Happy to see you!!"
Anyway, that is what I was thinking on the way home...and then when I got home I had to see Maggie Moo's reaction to what I am assuming was her first "bull penis".
I gingerly took it out of the bag (with a paper towel between me and the object) and offered it to her...at first she sniffed it and seemed disinterested...but then; it was like some sort of animal Deja Vu. Her eyes got wide, she rose up on her hind legs, opened her mouth and had a look that I can only guess would have translated to "BULL PENIS!!! I've always wanted to try one of those!" She scampered off and proceeded to devour the poor organ of what I imagine at one time was an impressive point of animal pride.
This "treat" kept her occupied for the entire evening; with only occasional breaks to hydrate herself and go back for more. I finally had to remove it so we could go to bed, because I think she would have pulled an all nighter with that thing.
This morning I re-presented it to her and was able to take a long un-interrupted bath for the first time since her arrival.
Well, that is the latest from my world. I'm converted and will most likely go and purchase some more since they are obviously a hit with the K-9 in my home. Don't judge me until you have seen the joy in your beloved pet's eyes enjoying their very own "Bull Penis".
Send help soon; if you can't send help bring some drinks and let's lose it together!
V-crest OUT
4月11日 Questions and AnswersOld people walking
Snails
Blondes
Ice Bergs melting
Sloths
Adoption in China
THINGS THAT ARE SLOW!
Number of referral days this month from China: 2 (two) 1+1
rhymes with POO which stinks and so does this wait.
I don't even know what to say anymore, truly I am at a loss for words as to try to figure out how a country with over a billion humans...being forced to keep only one child per couple has the audacity to claim there aren't enough paper ready children.
SOMEBODY send them some PAPER for the love of God.
Let me scribble a note to "Chairman CATCH A CLUE"...release the babies to the loving homes that are ready and waiting.
It is so mind numbingly maddening, that I am almost laughing at the ridiculousness of the whole situation.
This kind of wait is what deterred us from pursuing a domestic adoption...and here we are living a nightmare which has no end.
I'm just tired of it.....tired of explaining it, tired of wishing for it, tired of waiting and tired of disappointment...
Good night...I'm tired.
 4月6日 100 Good Wishes QuiltHappy April everyone!
The fourth was our 15 month LID anniversary (this represents the date our paperwork was logged into China...wow I've now stated that at least 15 times.) The last time I waited this long for anything was when I wanted puberty to kick in around 5th grade and it took until 7th grade to actually reach optimum power.
One positive thing that happened and is something else to cross off the "Things To Do Before Baby Comes List" - is that we got completed our 100 Good Wishes Quilt today. The quilter has been working on it since October of 2006 and it came out really beautiful! I didn't think it would be this pretty, but it exceeded my expectations.
I will put some pictures on this post, but also on the photo portion below so you can view them larger.
If that quilt has any powers in it at all....China make like the wind and start churing out referrals.
 3月26日 Life Goes OnIt has been two weeks since my last post…and there were some dark moments of despair that I don’t care to visit again anytime soon, but there were also some moments that touched me and helped to guide me to a happier and lighter place. I want to thank everyone who sent me their support thru emails, cards and flowers for the loss of my sweet K.C. your thoughtfulness, really touched me and helped me know I wasn’t alone. Especially, my wonderful friends the M-3 Posse (Mommies, Munchies and Mayhem) Kelley, Erin, Robyn, Christie and Jamie; they reached out above and beyond, and I will always remember their rallying circle of love and compassion to a friend in need. They sent me the loveliest bouquet of flowers which was a beautiful reminder that I was surrounded by loving friends during a sad time. The M-3 gang also went out to dinner and a show to see Disney’s Princess’ on Ice, and I had such a good time particularly seeing it thru the eyes of all the children there and especially with our resident M-3 daughters Emily and Mollianne (nothing makes you forget your troubles like the joy of a child in your arms). The biggest change has to be the new arrival of our little Maggie Moo…a 1 year old miniature long haired Dachshund mixed with either Min Pin or Chihuahua (only God knows for sure). I have been told I was rash in getting another dog so soon…but I consider her my tourniquet of love. She is simply a bundle of happiness and unconditional love that is not here to replace my beloved K.C. but to add another chapter to my book of life and Gary and I adore her already and know she will be a happy part of Aubriana’s childhood memories. Thank you for your kind words and understanding, it means more than I can express in this post.
3月13日 A Sadness Like No OtherIt is with an aching heart that I report that early Monday morning (March 12) we made the decision to let our sweet fur-baby K.C. go on ahead with the Angels. I posted back in late July early August that she suddenly began to suffer from horrific seizures. We had been to many specialists and they could not tell us what was wrong with her. We were sure we were going to lose her almost 8 months ago...yet she held on.
Every day of these last months has been a gift, she never recovered to her original self, but the essence of her presence was undeniable. I took joy in the smallest things she was still able to do, although she was obviously exhausted and listless...she seemed to take comfort in just being with us.
I have broken down so many times today, my eyes hurt from crying...and it doesn't seem to release the sorrow that is filling my soul. You may remember we lost our other yorkie, Corky back in September, so to lose two precious friends within 6 months of each other is even more heartbreaking.
I just wanted to express my thoughts on a friend who fulfilled me in ways I don't think a mere human ever could. There is something so accepting in the love of a pet, who never places judgement, shame, limitations, disapproval or dishonesty upon us.
K.C. was a stray dog who was presented to me three times before I realized we were meant to be together. We already had two yorkies and for the first time ever my brother came to spend the weekend with me and my husband. We were enjoying a Sunday morning brunch when the doorbell rang and a neghbor I didn't know asked me if I knew where my two yorkies were...all I had to do was look down and they were at my feet. He proceeded to tell me a little dog just like mine had wandered into his backyard and he assumed it was mine. I told him to make sure it didn't get out as the speed limit where we lived was 55 on residential streets; I also mentioned that the extreme heat was not good for these small dogs and I am sure the owner would come forward as they are expensive little dogs.
I returned to my brunch and didn't think of it again....until my brother went outside to have a cigarette in the front of the house....where he came across a very tiny yorkie walking down the street. He picked her up and brought her inside where he proceeded to tell me "Look what I've found, I'm going to keep it"! I wouldn't trust my brother with a wad of toilet paper...so I told him, you can't keep her, she belongs to somebody.
I went door to door for blocks in every directions, I put up signs, and I placed an ad in the paper....nobody claimed this dog. In the beginning I wouldn't even keep her with my two dogs...I didn't know anything about her and I had no desire to be the "crazy" dog lady with 3 dogs. But slowly, I put down a bed for her, than a bowl, and then I named her K.C. (she arrived during the OJ Simpson trial and in LA in 1995 that was HUGE news...one of the key witnesses was Kato Kaelin the permanent houseguest that wouldn't leave) so K.C. stood for Kato Canine the houseguest that wouldn't leave, very cute 12 years ago).
I love all of my pets, but KC touched a part of me I didn't know existed. I like to say she is my heart. I know I was meant to be her human of that I have no doubt.
I don't mean to go on and on, but I wanted to validate her life, and what she meant to me and putting this down in written form is very cathardic.
I wrote something for a friend of mine who lost a pet recently and it came from my heart and it strangely makes me feel a little better to re-read it now and note this feeling is universal to all pet lovers; it was simply this:
I know many times over how excrutiating this particular life's event is; frequency doesn't make it any easier; we always weigh ourselves down with "what ifs". The truth is, when something touches your heart so deeply and so completely as a beloved pet...there will never be an amount of time they could stay that is enough to fill the void that is left behind when they go on ahead. I love the saying, "My old dog, heartbeat at my feet". Please tell your family, their grief is justfied, because when a pet dies they take a little piece of our souls with them, but they also leave a little of their own to live on within us.
Finally, I will re-post the poem I shared when we lost Corky in September, the words are very soothing in times such as this. Give your pets an extra cuddle for me...they are pure love on loan from God.
If It Should Be ~Author Unknown ~ If it should be that I grow frail and weak And pain should keep me from my sleep. Then you must do what must be done For this last battle can't be won.
You will be sad, I understand, But don't let grief stay your hand. For this day, more than all the rest Your love and friendship stand the test.
We've had so many happy years What is to come can hold no fears. Would you want me to suffer so? When the time comes please let me go.
Take me where my needs they'll tend, But stay beside me to the end. And hold me firm and speak to me Until my eyes no longer see.
I know in time that you will see The kindness that you do for me. Although my tail it's last has waved From pain and suffering I've been saved.
Do not grieve, it must be you Who decides this final thing to do. We've been so close, we two, these years Remember joy amongst your tears.
I love you KC...until we meet again!
3月7日 Good Food, Good Friends and Flooding??There was another M-3 Sighting last Saturday evening. We were able to get 100% turn-out for this event including the husbands! We started the festivities at 8:00 on Saturday with dinner and a murder mystery play (one of our groups husband was an actor in the play), it was great fun to watch and heckel the players during the eveing. We re-grouped at my house for Irsih coffees, chocolate cake and Taboo and didn't part
company until 2:30 Sunday morning! It was great fun....it ALWAYS is.
Sunday was supposed to be a day of relaxing, catching up on chores and just hanging out. By around 4:00 pm I was doing my final load of laundry, talking on the phone, finishing my bath and getting my make up on; generally multi-tasking at it's finest. Somewhere in that time frame I had started the laundry room sink to soak a shirt that got some green on it from being in a colored load....and assumedly while the water was running I walked away to do some of the aforementioned things. About an hour later I walked out of the bedroom and heard a "fountain" running. This is amusing since I no longer have a fountain in the house and the other fountains are out of earshot, outdoors. I curiously walked towards the kitchen and assumed maybe the washing machine was having a problem....as I entered my kitchen, my bare foot was greeted with water gently flowing over the top of it....water water everywhere....and not a drop to drink.
Apparently when you leave a faucet running in a stopped up sink for over an hour...you can come pretty close to replicating the after affects of say- HURRICANE KATRINA! Now, I am a girl who enjoys a good mopping....but this was freaking nuts.
The water had spread throughout the entire kitchen and dining area....creeping towards the carpeted rooms within inches...it had also flooded the entire laundry room, draweres, cabinets and turned a wool rug into a stinking mass of dead weight that if you didn't know better one would assume a body was wrapped inside of it; but it didn't stop there, oh no....the water seeped under the door to the garage where it proceeded to cover the entire floor and somehow work its way back to the drywall and seep under the cabinets from the other side.
Of course in events such as this...one would call upon their spouse...one would, but mine was at Sam's and incommunicado.
I couldn't think straight, I called my neighbor who I remember had one of those hoover floor cleaners, you know the ones that spit out a little fluid and then suck it up...well I got her genius husband on the phone and in a very panicked voice told him my dog had just floated by in her bed and I needed that Hoover....he surmised that is was not capable of doing the job.....I asked for suggestions and he was kind enough to recommend.......and I quote....."Get lots of towels". ALERT the presses....there is a mind with such great forethought and sound logical sense that surely he should be working for the CIA, FBI or some other government agency (I made a mental note to find a way to hurt him later).
I called Gary again and this time he answered, I told him to hightail it home that we had a "situation" involving lots of H20...don't ask and don't you dare even look at me the wrong way or I'll knock you down and drown you right here on the kitchen floor.
Cut to the end....2:00 am after 10 loads of washing every towel in the home....every fan I could gather running, carpet pulled up, cabinets emptied of all belongings...we are trying to re-build from the Great Flood of March 2007...FEMA has yet to return any of my calls and I have found a way to blame all of this on my dear husband for having a shirt that bled green onto my cream shirt requiring me to soak it in the laundry room sink thus setting off this series of unfortunate events.
When all is said and done, as long as you can blame someone else for it....everything works out A-OK.
That's the news and views from the Lakehouse
 3月2日 Speaking To The SexesIf you have ever found yourself having a difficult time understanding the opposite sex....here are some translations that may assist you in clearer communications.
WOMEN'S ENGLISH
1. Yes = No 2. No = Yes 3. Maybe = No 4. We need = I want 5. I am sorry = you'll be sorry 6. We need to talk = you're in trouble 7. Sure, go ahead = you better not 8. Do what you want = you will pay for this later 9. I am not upset = of course I am upset, you moron! 10. You're very attentive tonight = is sex all you ever think about? MEN'S ENGLISH 1. I am hungry = I am hungry 2. I am sleepy = I am sleepy 3. I am tired = I am tired 4. Nice dress = Nice cleavage! 5. I love you = let's have sex now 6. I am bored = Do you want to have sex? 7. May I have this dance? = I'd like to have sex with you 8. Can I call you sometime? = I'd like to have sex with you 9. Do you want to go to a movie? = I'd like to have sex with you 10. Can I take you out to dinner? = I'd like to have sex with you 11. Those shoes don't go with that outfit = I'm gay  
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