Goodbye

Dear Tucker,

You came into our hearts when you were 15 weeks old, all floppy ears and big feet. You chewed through more water hoses and chair cushions than any puppy I'd ever known. You've been with us through thick and thin and across three states. For 13 years you've made me laugh.

Today, you made me cry. I'm so sorry I couldn't make you better and ease your pain. I did the only thing I knew to do and that was to let you go. You've been a good dog Tucker, but it was time to say goodbye. You'll always hold a special place in my heart.

Love,
Mom

Sure I'll feed your family

Remember back on July 9th I talked about Mr. Fuzz bringing home a friend?

We've been feeding her and she hangs around most of the day in one place or another in the backyard.I named her Honey because when I go out the door and she's there, I'll say "Are you ready to eat, Honey.". Guess what we found this morning?
Three, count them, three little bundles of hissing claws. Really only one is hissy. That would be the one with black on its nose. The other two are little sweethearts.

Sometime during the night Honey moved her family into the backyard behind the compost bin and grill. I hope she leaves them there or moves them to the window well. Either way, they're welcome here and the cat food will be out.

Wacky Wednesday

Sorry that Retail Tuesday didn't happen. We got a very exciting phone call and were thrown into a tail-spin.

Here's the story. This boy and girl met just over a year ago and started dating.They decided to go on vacation to San Antonio and while there visited the Tower of the Americas.While standing on the observation deck he asked her a question and she said...













YES!
We're beyond thrilled and so excited for them. DH is over the moon about his new son-in-law. I'm excited about the prospect of grandbabies in the future. We couldn't ask for a better kid to marry our girl.

We've known for two weeks he was going to propose because he asked DH for her hand. Still, it was wonderful to hear the excitement in her voice when she called.

I'm just tickled pink.

My gluteus is maxed out and it's only Monday

I'm sick of riding in a car. My tail-end feels like it's permanently asleep. My legs ache and my feet are swollen.

Way back when I did medical transcription I spent the better part of the day standing up while typing. Guess what I'm doing now? Yep, stand-up typing. Please don't confuse this with stand-up comedy. There's nothing funny about my current condition. I'm also glad to be home once again.

I did make pretty good headway on a table runner for the dining table. I'll share it when it looks more like a table runner and not a bunch of scraps.

In other news, MIL is safely and happily ensconced in the new nursing home. Let me tell you, this nursing home gig might not be a bad deal and I'm seriously thinking about moving into one myself. Three meals a day brought to your room if you like, your bed made, nails done on Friday, and all the bingo you can play. Heaven!

Seriously though, her room is the size of my kitchen and computer room combined and her bathroom is the size of my laundry room, which coincidentally is larger than my bathroom. In other words, she's got half a normal house to herself and for less money than we were paying for 1/3rd of the space at the other place. It's also so clean you could eat off the floor in any room.

Plus, she's got more visitors than she possibly wants at any given time. She even ran us off a couple of times so she could have a nap. The best part is that she's happy and adjusting to her surroundings. She was a real trooper during the move.

And in local news, Mom had her pre-op appointment, blood letting, etc., today. I only cussed the traffic around the hospital twice, I think. It was crazy. Next week at this time she'll have her first new knee.

Other than that it's good to be home. I've been reading all about Bloggers Behaving Badly and am so glad I never had the desire to attend. Imagine begging for sponsors. Shame, shame, shame. Begging isn't becoming at all.

Tomorrow is Retail Tuesday here at Aunt Jo's. I've got something to talk about.

Here's the scoop

I promised to blab about the stuff going on at Aunt Jo's corner and so here it is.

First, lets have a cast of characters.
MIL is my mother-in-law
SIL is my husband's sister
OSIL is my other sister-in-law, married to DH's brother

Ready, set, go.My MIL is very unhappy at her current location. A mere week after FIL passed away they gave her a new roommate. MIL was not happy. She didn't want a roommate sleeping in FIL's bed. She's too crowded, and above all else, it stinks in her room now. She's pitched one fit after another. Thus began the phone calls. I feel bad for her. I know she's miserable without FIL, but we can't undo it and that is the root of the whole problem.Or so we thought. OSIL lives in the same town with MIL and is supposed to go and pick up her laundry, check on her, and take her to church on Sunday. OSIL is being paid for her time, trouble, and laundry soap. When SIL arrived on Monday she found her mother wearing dirty clothes, for the 4th day in a row, because OSIL hadn't been around to do her laundry. For two stinking weeks. OSIL hasn't been answering the phone when MIL calls and hasn't been around to take her to church. But, she's managed to put 700+ miles on MIL's vehicle, run it out of gas, and tried a few other not-so-nice shenanigans..You can't imagine the fury that swept across DH and SIL when this shook out. OSIL is in deep doo-doo. I'll be honest, I'm not a fan of my MIL, but I'm working on it. As her attitude toward me changes, mine changes towards her. We're getting better. That said, I would never in a million years let my MIL wear dirty clothes while I was off doing heaven knows what and being paid for it. Never. Ever. No matter how we got along. It's just wrong.

MIL feels alone and abandoned.

So, SIL and DH have talked MIL into moving to a nursing home in Texas so she'll be closer to SIL. At least there we know she'll have visitors, her laundry done, and SIL can be with her more. MIL is happy with the thought of moving and ready to go, yesterday.

This weekend we're loading MIL up lock, stock, and walker and taking her to Texas. I hope she'll be happier and I know it's going to be a relief to DH and SIL not to have to worry about whether or not she's got clean clothes, visitors, etc.

OSIL will be dealt with. She's not going to be happy, but hey, that's life sometimes.

Okay, if you made it that far you deserve a cookie.

Now for the rest of the story.

My mom has bad knees. They've been bad for 20+ years and are affecting her quality of life. She too young to be this miserable. So the time has come for Mom to get something done about it and I couldn't be happier. What kind of child is happy their only living parent is about to undergo surgery? No, don't answer that.

Anyway, she gets her first bionic knee on August 3rd and hopefully the second one six weeks later. I'm being a brat and insisting that she spend at least a couple of days with me after she's sprung from the hospital. She's not crazy about the idea, but I don't want to send her home alone and worry about her falling and such. Seeing that I'm driving her home, if I turn into my driveway and unload her here, I don't see there's much she can do about it. I promise to let her go home once I'm sure she's okay to be alone part of the time.

So there you have it. We're up to our collective eyeballs in family stuff right now.

P.S. The cat has nothing to do with anything, but he was cute.

Big girl pictures

Finally! She's getting so big. She's six months old now and shows no signs of slowing down.

Here's Peepaw trying to hang on. She's quite the armful now. She wiggles nonstop.Who are you looking at?She discovered ice. She played with it until it was nothing but a puddle. Just hanging out.Annie had asked for pictures of me and the baby. Well, the bottom three are it. DH took them and you'll notice he cut my head off in every one. Really though, that's not a problem since a bag of rocks looks better than I do without makeup and please pardon the bra straps.

Mercy, I need somebody to check me before I go out the door.

Recap of the week

I've been home a week and still haven't posted baby pictures. Shame on me.
Instead I...

• cleaned out the front flowerbed
• hit myself in the ankle with a rake
• got a sticker in my heel that's making me miserable
• cracked the shovel handle trying to get a root up
• prayed for rain
• sifted through a wheelbarrow load of dirt
• prayed for rain and watered the trees
• mowed the front and back yard
• prayed for rain and got a little bit of rain
• helped my sister take stuff to the thrift shop
• prayed for rain and got sprinkles
• washed four loads of jeans
• cooked dinner twice this week
• read three books
• fell in the floor for no apparent reason other than I'm a dummy
• painted a shelf for my niece
• been a grouch about the kids running the streets
• called the police about the kid shooting a BB gun at windows
• went to two garage sales and bought nothing

and the list goes on. I've been busy, just not posting.

Tomorrow I'm heading to Annie's house, just up the road a piece, and I'm going to help her paint her living and dining rooms. We need to hurry because her movers are coming the 27th. That's soonish!

There's lots going on with family stuff and as soon as I can, I'll blab all about it.

Have a good weekend.

Leavin' on a jet plane...

(Photo ruthlessly stolen from Wikipedia.)

Oh how I wish. Instead we'll be visiting three states in a car. Yep, we're headed to NM for the weekend to check on my MIL.

Your assignment, should choose to participate, is to have an absolutely fabulous weekend. Get out there and run through the sprinkler, visit a park, have a picnic, or something. Just have fun.

See you Monday, Lord willing and the interstate doesn't eat me.

Out the backdoor

Is it hot out there or what? My thermometer says 105 degrees in the shade. Thank goodness the wind is blowing 20 mph or we'd roast.

Mr. Fuzz has a new friend. She's pretty skittish, but never fails to show up for a meal. I've touched her twice and been hissed at for my trouble. Please ignore the sad looking mulch job and the bare rose canes. I'm ripping this bed apart come Fall. About the only thing doing well in this heat is the watermelon in the rose bed.The squash is blooming, finally. I don't have high hopes that I'll get much of a crop.This grape cracks me up. It's suddenly decided it likes where it's planted and it's growing like a weed. This is the one that the dog chewed off at the ground and it's been moved twice. Here's a picture of it almost a year ago.

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Thursday.

Random pictures

I'm cleaning photos off my hard drive this morning and ran across a few I hadn't shared.

Look closely on the right hand side and you can see little beaks.Somebody needs to mow their gutter.

Stitchery on the road

I don't sit well. I have to be doing something, preferably reading or working on a project. Me in a car with nothing to do for 5 hours is miserable, for everybody.

I dug around in my craft room and came up with a couple of projects and managed to get some stitching done during our travels.

I used the pattern out of a thrifted magazine to make this pillow top. I added the snowflakes because the snowman was looking a little lonely.Believe it or not I got it made into the pillow before Christmas. Fabric from my stash. It might need a few more snowflakes.This is another thrifted project. A 40 cent sweatshirt applique kit, a little muslin from my stash and I have the beginnings of a wall hanging.
I'm trying to decide what to do for borders. I found a big enough piece of fabric for the back. Quilted, this is going to be cute.

These were cheap to do and kept me entertained. I can't ask for more than that.

Happy Independence Day

Of course I'm a day late. I had way too many irons in the fire yesterday.

The day started with Mom coming over to help do up a dozen jars of peach jam. This is a lot darker than the other, but just as yummy.

Mom and Annie and her family came over and ate with us. After dinner we went out on the back patio and visited in the rain. I don't know anyone that wasn't wet when we got done. I enjoyed it, even the being soggy part. After Annie and crew left we went and watched the fireworks. Nothing too exciting this year. Low key and relaxed, just the way I like it.

I hope each of you had a wonderful Independence Day.

Gone fishing

If you'd tried to find us Friday that's what the note on the door would have said. My husband has been through a lot lately and was sorely in need of a little fun so off we went. Here's the little bitty walleye he caught. Too little, throw him back.Here's the hybrid bass I caught. He was big enough to keep, but I'd rather not. In he went.This little guy came to visit my fishing line.DH is thinking hard about fishing..or something.Lots of Canada geese around the lake.What! That's not a fish, a dragonfly, or a goose.I spotted this fine fellow on the drive home from the lake. He/she was the second one I'd seen along the road. The first, sadly I didn't get a picture, was standing in a stock tank cooling off. DH said there was a smaller one under another tree, but I didn't see it.

Remember the raft? We took it and it does indeed float and is going to be a blast out at the creek. I'm looking forward to stalking the pelicans this fall.

We had a good day. DH laughed for the first time in a week and got to do a little fishing.

Happy July!

I've missed you people. A whole lot.

We're home and glad to be here. I've got quite a bit to share so when I have a little more time I'll be back with stuff.