Thanks honey for a great camera, it's one of the best gifts ever!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Happy Birth-A-Versary...to me.
For the last couple of years I have been wanting a new Digital SLR camera. Yesterday Pat treated me to my wish. I am now the proud owner of an Canon Rebel EOS XSi~ SWEET!
It's a pretty expensive gift so I decided it should be for my birthday and Anniversary combined. A gal we know said it was my "Birth-A-Versary" gift and it stuck. I have been studying the manual and taking pictures of salt and pepper shakers and other random things as I figure it all out. The pictures are truly amazing. I have to say I am impressed. Here are a few from outside around the Casa. :-)
Homecoming Dance
JP atttended his first Homecoming Dance this past weekend at Guam High. One of our neighbors had the bright idea to arrange the shuttle to take the kids there and back (45min each way). For $15 a head it was great. The kids are all friends and I think they had a good time.
Friday, October 2, 2009
The colors are so pretty....
This past week has been a 'whirlwind' (pun intended!) of activity. Three potential Typhoons, #18W, Parma (which had me thinking of italian food) and Melor, have come and mercifully gone by with nothing more than some rain and breezy conditions. The good news is that we had a chance to prepare for the real thing and I know we would be as ready as we could be. The bad news is~ no Typhoon parties, and of course the destruction in the more northern Marianas islands that are in the path of the storms.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
NJROTC
It was the 1st inspection day for JP's NJROTC.All clean, pressed, polished and squared away.
What were the results later that day, you may ask?
All's well except for a haircut (it's not allowed to touch your ears)....
Mom tried to tell you~
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Why do we do it?
My poor old doggie-boy Jeb has not been doing so well the past week.
It started late last Fri night about midnight we a loud crash of the pantry doors and woke to find Jeb crumpled and dazed in the hallway. He was acting so weird, I thought maybe he'd had a stroke. We watched him over the weekend and he was dragging his rear legs a lot and acting strange, barking at stuff and just not himself. On Tuesday I took him straight to Dr. Malakooti. I was really thinking he was going to be euthanized that day. Dr. M said he didn't think it was a stroke, but a spinal injury of some sort. We left him there that day for xrays. When we picked him up Dr. said basically he's had a horrible spine with years of fractures and fusions and that he had many badly damaged vertebrae, crushed and no longer existent discs and an injured cord. He said he didn't know how he was walking and doing what he was doing based on the xrays. So we brought him home with a TON of meds and he has to be kept on bed rest. Anytime he gets up, I have to support him underneath with a sling made from a towel.
Dr. said it's basically just keep him comfortable and wait, he's like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off and at that point there won't be anything else to do. ~UGH
We had some trouble with the tranquilizers that we were giving and yesterday, I truly thought he was dying before my eyes. Plus he had a couple poop and pee accidents in the house too. I think he can't always tell when it's time anymore. I have been keeping him on the tile in case. Today he seems just a tiny bit better, I'm not getting too optimistic though. It sort of seems to come in waves, for a little while he is more like himself, then later he is moaning or panting heavily. It's been an emotional roller coaster of sleepless nights and tired days. I told Pat I feel like I'm back working at the nursing home, heavy lifting and poor prognosis.
So with all this emotional awfulness, why do we do it? Why did we 'rescue' this dog? Because for 7 wonderful years this dog has been my fuzzy child. Always happy to greet us when we come home. He loves to play tug of war and wrestle and Pat can get him to groan something that sounds way to much like "ma-ma" when he wants your attention. He curled up beside me so many nights over these years when Pat was deployed and stood watch on nights the kids were sick. He is a perfect alarm clock for 7 am and 5 pm (feeding times). It sucks having to go through this again (we've lost 2 other boxers to awful illnesses over the years), but he deserves the best care we can give him until it just doesn't work anymore.
It started late last Fri night about midnight we a loud crash of the pantry doors and woke to find Jeb crumpled and dazed in the hallway. He was acting so weird, I thought maybe he'd had a stroke. We watched him over the weekend and he was dragging his rear legs a lot and acting strange, barking at stuff and just not himself. On Tuesday I took him straight to Dr. Malakooti. I was really thinking he was going to be euthanized that day. Dr. M said he didn't think it was a stroke, but a spinal injury of some sort. We left him there that day for xrays. When we picked him up Dr. said basically he's had a horrible spine with years of fractures and fusions and that he had many badly damaged vertebrae, crushed and no longer existent discs and an injured cord. He said he didn't know how he was walking and doing what he was doing based on the xrays. So we brought him home with a TON of meds and he has to be kept on bed rest. Anytime he gets up, I have to support him underneath with a sling made from a towel.
Dr. said it's basically just keep him comfortable and wait, he's like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off and at that point there won't be anything else to do. ~UGH
We had some trouble with the tranquilizers that we were giving and yesterday, I truly thought he was dying before my eyes. Plus he had a couple poop and pee accidents in the house too. I think he can't always tell when it's time anymore. I have been keeping him on the tile in case. Today he seems just a tiny bit better, I'm not getting too optimistic though. It sort of seems to come in waves, for a little while he is more like himself, then later he is moaning or panting heavily. It's been an emotional roller coaster of sleepless nights and tired days. I told Pat I feel like I'm back working at the nursing home, heavy lifting and poor prognosis.
So with all this emotional awfulness, why do we do it? Why did we 'rescue' this dog? Because for 7 wonderful years this dog has been my fuzzy child. Always happy to greet us when we come home. He loves to play tug of war and wrestle and Pat can get him to groan something that sounds way to much like "ma-ma" when he wants your attention. He curled up beside me so many nights over these years when Pat was deployed and stood watch on nights the kids were sick. He is a perfect alarm clock for 7 am and 5 pm (feeding times). It sucks having to go through this again (we've lost 2 other boxers to awful illnesses over the years), but he deserves the best care we can give him until it just doesn't work anymore.
They say we rescued him, but guess what, he rescued us right back.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
First Days~
Today Casa de Everly marks the first day of High School and Middle School for JP & Rachel. We started the day off with a 5:30 wake up and JP left for the bus stop at 6:10. Rachel was up at 5:30 too, even though her clock was set for 6:30. Rachel was off at 7:25, dropped by Mom today since she had an armful of supplies. She plans to mix it up some by riding her bike on nice days too. Mean while back at the Casa, a 1/2 pot of coffee down and a long ignored list of cleaning honey-do's begins. Later this morning, it's off to the gym to get back on the exercise wagon. I've given myself the 5 months we have left to shed the fluff I've aquired here. Happy Monday to all and I will update later with first day of school anecdotes.
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