The Vet Visit

What WAS I thinking??

I made a Vet appointment for our 11 year old Shepard-Lab-Husky, Cobi. I made it for Friday afternoon at 5:40. The beginning of the long weekend. Wouldn't be so bad except for the fact that my husband had to work late, so I had to take him in. (I didn't even TRY to get the requested stool sample; he "goes" in the woods and I wasn't about to follow him around, nor did I have time!)

So in the 90 degree heat, I had to pick up A at preschool, speed home, get the dog hoisted into the Escape. Search for his collar and leash; only found the leash, and drive to the vet. Thank goodness it's close by.

Well, try manuevering a 3 year old with tons of energy and a scaredy-cat dog out of the car and into the vet's office.

The VERY CROWDED and Full of Emergency Patients Vet's Office!

Of course, A wanted to meet and pet every animal in the place. We met a very nice man with Sparky, the cat with one eye. The questions began there.... "What happened to his eye, Momma?" "But, WHERE is his eye Momma?" "Is it in the cage?" "Why did the Dr. take it out?". Then we met Pumpkin, the sick kitty who didn't like anyone going near her carrier. Of course 3 year olds are compelled to put their faces up to the cages. We also met a bird with something stuck in her throat and her weepy owner, Tina. We briefly met a large poodle who was in desparate need of a salon visit, and then a little dog that was having trouble walking up stairs.

We waited a full 40 minutes before going back to the exam room. There were a couple of moments where I contemplated leaving. Around the time that A started dancing and singing loudly was just one of them.

But I'm glad we stayed and got it out of the way. It was a great visit; A has been saying lately that she wants to be an Animal Doctor when she grows up, so she was really interested. Of course, interupted Dr. Oswald (who I love!) and I talking about 100 times. She let her play with the stethescope, and give Cobi a snack after his shot.

Dr. Oswald said that Cobi is in amazing shape for 11 years old, so that was well worth the wait!

Mah-May!

If I had a buck for every time I heard this... I think I'd be independently wealthy!

I swear I hear it in my SLEEP.

You're HOW Tired??

Daddy: Let's go put your pajamas on, you have a busy day tomorrow.

A: Daddy, I'm exhausted just thinking about it!

LOL.

A Fluffless House

If there was one food thing that I never had to look at ever again, it would be marshmallow "fluff".

Gag.

Funny, because I've never actually remember eating the stuff*. But, the look and smell of it is just ghastly. And just what is it, really, but sugar and God knows what?? ... eeeww.

This is one of those things I vowed NOT to introduce to my child, except maybe someday in the not-too-near future, to make fudge or Rice Crispie treats. Well, it seems someone else has beaten me to the punch. Last Tuesday was "Sharing Day" at school and each child was asked to bring in an extra serving or two of a healthy food to share. My daughter brought in two extra string cheeses ~ because it's her coveted favorite at the moment, I thought it would be a good thing to learn to share. When Sharing Day was over, I unpacked her lunch box and found a plastic container shaped like a sandwich. (A marketing gimmick from the icky, spongey, Red, Blue and Yellow Dot white-bread-sandwich people.) I opened it up to put it in the dishwasher, and eeeww ~ gobs of sticky, gooey, marshmallow "fluff" are all over it!

Gross. Gross. Gross.

I'm dying to know if she liked it; but I won't dare ask out of fear!


*Disclaimer: Well-done-campfire-marshmallows-made-into-s'mores do not count as "Fluff" :)

Potty talk

This dialogue transpired as we washed our hands in the grocery store restroom.

A: Boys have PeePee Business.

Me: Oh, really. What exactly does that mean?

A: It means they can only squirt. They stand and they squirt.

Me: Uh huh.

Lovely.

Happy Mother's Day to Me; and All Mothers Everywhere!

This isn't just a Butterfly
As you can plainly see.
I made it with my hand
Which is a part of me.
It comes with lots of Love
Especially to say
I hope you have a very
Happy Mother's Day.




Isn't that just the sweetest thing ever??

You Want a Bowl With That?

I file this one under SPS ~ Stupid People Statements.

I go into the local Grubway to get lunch for me and a coworker yesterday. I order his sandwich. And then ask the person behind the counter if they have Salads.

Her response: Um, we have salads, we just don't have any bowls to put them in.

My response: Um, that would be a No. I'll take a wrap.

Yup, Stupid People Statements.

Thanks, Gina.

For introducing me.

Here's Annieez...



Well, the weekend version anyway.