Showing posts from March, 2009

Happy Trails

Even though I have to confess to feeling a little melancholy yesterday, today's goodbye was much easier than I anticipated. We even managed to tell Ben without him getting too upset. Part of why this is so much easier than it could have been was that we know they are going to, that cliché of clichés, "a good home".

I'm not sure how we managed it actually. I didn't think anyone would want even one of our cats, but we found someone willing to take all three. Yes, even cancer cat. Of course, Fizz is much to sick to send to a new owner. (Her tumor is growing at an alarming rate, and is getting pretty gross actually.) But today Phoebe and Tubby went off to their new home on a ranch with their owner who sounds pretty excited about her new pets.

Ben likes the idea of his favorite cat Phoebe living on a "farm" with moo moos. He patted her goodbye and waved her off quite happily. What a relief. Sam thinks the cats are going to live at Dairy Queen, since that'…

Nearly There

There you go. A picture of me pregnant. I wish I'd pulled my pants up a little higher so the bum doesn't look so saggy, but you're probably interested in my stomach and not so much my bum, so I'm not taking another picture. (This picture also makes me wish, just a little, that I'd paid more and bought pants that actually fit, but I cheaped out and bought the ones that were on sale even though they are a size or two too big.)

In other pregnant news, the last few days have been pretty full of Braxton Hicks contractions, which makes it difficult for me to want to do any unpacking or cleaning. At some point I'm going to have to stop laying around on the couch and actually get some work done. Braxton Hicks freak me out a little since I am VERY paranoid about going into labor before the c-section day (April 7). If I do go into labor early my chances of being conscious for the delivery are pretty low and I would like to be conscious. It's depressing to know that yo…

Poor Fizzbit

Get this: Fizz, our cat, has breast cancer. Sigh. Yes, go ahead and laugh with disbelief or whatever. That's what I did when I found out.

Our vet told us that 90 to 95 percent of tumors in cats are benign and that with surgery she'd probably be fine. Our vet is either dumb or a liar, since any of the web sites I looked at stressed that over 85 percent of tumors in cats are malignant and that a poor prognosis is almost always given to owners with cats that have ulcerated tumors the size of the tumor Fizz has. Actually, one site listed a prognosis of only two or three months.

I'm sad. And mad. Fizz is the only cat I still like, and it upsets me that our vet didn't give us the right information to make an informed and compassionate decision. Here we've been agonizing over whether to pay for the very expensive surgery that our vet was pushing on us as almost a sure thing, and in all likelihood the poor cat is very sick and only going to get much sicker... Surgery or no …

The Sound of Silence

The thing (as any parent knows) about preschoolers, is this: As enticing as silence is, as tempting as it is to just enjoy the peace and quiet, silence is bad. I was just thinking to myself, "It sure is quiet up there, I should go and see what those two are up to..." when floating down the stairs I hear Ben's voice, "Sammy did a bad job!" Sigh.

This is the sight that met my eyes:
Actually, the sight that met my eyes was slightly different. Before I got the camera I grabbed something out of Sam's hand which he casually replaced with the toy you see him holding in the photo. What did he have in his hand originally? And why would an almost three-year-old need to tie his older brother to a doorknob with electrical tape? A marker. And so he can be free to do this unobserved and unhindered:
I just painted that closet. You can't see it very clearly, but he did all three walls. And a few scribbles on the green paint too. Of course, since the paint is still fairly …


I went to see my obstetrician today. Apparently, when he told me that the c-section would be happening on April 1st he was... I don't know... An alien who had taken over Dr. Spies body? Stoned? Joking? Today he told me he's booked the c-section for April 7th.

I. Am. So. Relieved.

Three weeks to go till baby is here. Not two. On one hand, I really want this baby to be here. Ben is driving me nuts asking when she's coming, I am (like any pregnant woman in her last month of pregnancy) SO done with being fat and non-bendy, and I just really want this baby to be here. On the other hand, I am NOT ready to have a newborn in the house. We still haven't moved, which means everything is everywhere and seriously... I don't have enough energy to work ten hours a day on packing and unpacking. Now I can take it slow(er). (And maybe paint the kitchen before we move in?) (Don't tell Glen I said that.)

Now I have plenty of time to get myself ready for Hannah. And her birthday wil…

True Love

I could tell you all about how our renovations are going and how I still haven't managed to pack anything even though we were supposed to move yesterday, but I'm sick of thinking about it all so I'm pretty sure you're sick about hearing about it all. Let's talk about my new camera instead.

I love it. Looooooooove it. First of all it's fast. Holy smackerals is it ever fast. I can take pictures (without a flash) as fast as my fingers can push down the button. I feel like a fashion photographer. I think the boys may be starting to get tired of me telling them to work it. I can't help myself though. "Now give me dangerous Sammy! You're a tiger! Work it! Work it!" Click, click, click, click, click click click. Sigh. I just got all goose bumpy talking about how fast that thing is.

You know what else I love?
It takes the prettiest pictures. Clear and sharp and the light! Oh, the light! I haven't been able to take pictures like this since I had my la…

Free Sub

ELAINE: (To waitress) Oh, nothing for me. (Waitress leaves) I'm going to "Atomic Sub" later.JERRY: "Atomic Sub"? Why are you eating there?ELAINE: I got a card, and they stamp it every time I buy a sub. 24 stamps, and I become a submarine (makes a gesture) captain.JERRY: What does that mean?ELAINE: (Embarrassed) Free sub....
ELAINE: Oh, I can't believe it! I've lost my "Atomic Sub" card!.. Oh no! I bet I wrote that fake number on the back of it when I gave it to denim vest!JERRY: So?ELAINE: I've eaten 23 bad subs, I just need 1 more! It's like a long, bad movie, but you want to see the end of it!JERRY: No, you walk out.ELAINE: Alright, then, it's like a boring book, but you gotta finish it.JERRY: No, you wait for the movie!ELAINE: (Irritated, and through clinched teeth) I want that free sub.
Guess what I watched on TV last night? N…