What Did She Say?

A co-worker from Belgium sent me the image featured in today’s post. It made me laugh, so I had to share it. It’s a third-graders’ short essay on hores…


I like hores, too. This kind…

Remembering

Today is February 3rd. It’s officially been one month since Belle joined our family. She’s such a sweet, loving, funny little dog.

While she looks a lot like C, who we lost on November 20, she’s definitely her own dog.

C, pictured above, was a sweetheart. And we still miss her. She was a wonderful dog, too, but she certainly had her weird quirks. We attribute most of that to the fact that, for almost the first eight years of her life (before we got her), she was kept in a kennel and used for breeding. As hard as it was to let her go, we know we made the last years of her life happy ones.

Belle, unlike C, had a pretty normal life before she came to live with us. Her first 16 months were spent with a loving family in NJ. She ended up in rescue because her family got divorced and were losing their home to foreclosure. From November until we got her in January, Belle lived in a loving foster home. They showered her with affection and treated her like the little princess that she is.

When I met her, it took all of about two minutes for me to fall in love with her. Despite wondering whether it was weird that she looks so much like C, I knew she was the dog for us.

Hubby, Meg and I were lost without C. It didn’t take long at all for our little “Tinker” Belle to worm her way into our hearts.

Belle, pictured above, has a lot more brown on her than C. And she has a pink collar, which I never would have dreamed subjecting C to. But Belle is such a cute, little girly-girl. To a degree. Looks can be deceiving. She’s really a spirited little firecracker who runs like the wind, is obsessed with the birds and squirrels in our yard, and LOVES to run around the yard playing with Meg. C was never a “player”; she never learned how to play.

It isn’t just the date that plunged me down memory lane. We just learned that friends of ours had to put their dog down the other day. It brought back memories of what we went through with C. How much we loved that neurotic little dog. How difficult it was to see her suffering. How we tried and tried to bring her back to good health. To no avail. How hard it was to finally make the decision we knew was the right one.

It hurt. Bad.

Our hearts go out to our friends Tim and Lisa who we know are suffering as they struggle to get through this very difficult, painful time.

I’m very thankful to have such great dogs in our life. Having Meg, aka Crazy Girl, and Belle just makes life fuller. I can’t imagine life without dogs. I’ve given them and will continue to give them both extra hugs and kisses today. Losing a dog just makes you love the ones you are still blessed to have even more.

Speaking of thankful… I can’t NOT mention Belle’s foster parents, Michelle and Chris Falkinburg, who helped bring Belle into our lives. I know they still wish they’d kept Belle for themselves because she is such a little jewel. That’s the hardest part of fostering. An article in the recent American Brittany Rescue newsletter about this aspect of foster parenting ended with, “If it helps anyone, remember we are helping some families heal as well as the Britts.”

So, Michelle (who I know reads this Blog, desperate for news of Belle), thanks for making our family whole again. We really, REALLY love our new little girl.

The ToadMama Interview

Last week, I enjoyed reading Meghan’s interview at Swiss Family Mac. And I thought it might be fun to continue this meme-like line of questioning here at ToadMama’s Web Abode. Meghan got to make up the questions, and I had to answer them. It’s simple as that…

1. What was the most challenging part of building your home in WV? If you could change one thing about the process and/or the design, what would you change? The most challenging aspect of the project by far was working so closely with Hubby over extended periods without killing each other. He was the guy with the plan, the tools and the know-how. As Hubby’s friend put it, I was just the unskilled laborer. So, just about every hour of every weekend for a LONG time, Hubby and I worked side-by-side. Once Hubby realized I wasn’t a mind-reader and didn’t like being talked to like an unskilled laborer, the process went much smoother. Of course, once I learned to speak-up when he was acting like Mr. Foreman (i.e., moody asshole), it went along much better, too. Not that Hubby’s a bad guy, he was just used to doing most projects by himself. He’d never taken on something of that magnitude. He needed me. It was a bit bumpy at first, but we adjusted. We also lived in an old, 28-foot travel trailer, which added its own dimension to the challenge. We couldn’t move without running into each other and couldn’t make a sound without the other person hearing the noise. We actually came out of it for the better and are much closer now than we were when we started. We learned to laugh at our mistakes and our squabbles.

There are two things about the design I would change. First, I’d insist on a second bathroom. Second, we would not try installing our own concrete countertop (huge disaster).

As rocky as the process was, I wouldn’t change it. Like I said, it actually made us closer. So now, I’m far less likely to kill Hubby when we’re in MD, too.

2. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? A cabin in the mountains of the Pacific Northwest. It is just amazingly beautiful there. Alaska’s Kenai Peninsula would be my first choice. I hate the heat. The mountains of the Kenai Peninsula are absolutely gorgeous. And the area is teeming with wildlife. The waters surrounding the peninsula are full of whales — orcas and humpbacks — and there are seals and sea otters, on land there are moose, and bears there, too. LOTS of them. You see eagles there almost as often as you see crows here in MD. The light is amazing there, too. I’m an outdoorsy girl. When we’re in WV, as comfortable as our little house is, I much prefer being outside, meandering around the property exploring the woods, taking pictures, looking for signs of wildlife. Being outdoors here in the MD suburbs just doesn’t compare.

Seward, Alaska, like many towns on the Kenai, is a fishing village. So you get the awesome mix of mountains and water that would just feed my soul. And it’s a temperate rain forest. The interior of Alaska can get bitterly cold, but temps in Seward average from the low 20s in January to the 60s in August. I don’t think I’d ever break a sweat again.

3. What’s your favorite part of being a grandmother and why? Having cute little kids around is quite entertaining. They’re all great kids. Such little individuals. But at the same time, it can be exhausting. It’s great being able to just enjoy the kids without all the stresses of caring for them 24-7, 365 days a year. We can play and do fun stuff without all the mundane, day-to-day stresses that are such a part of parenting. I get to take tons of pictures of them, too.

And there’s being able to see first-hand how all your hard work as parents paid off, and watching your child use the same general techniques to parent others. Amy is such a good little Mom. And there’s also something indescribably gratifying when I see one of my grandkids and they get that huge smile and say “G!” all excited-like. They’re actually happy to see me. There’s also the happiness I see in Hubby’s face when he’s with the grand kids, too.

4. What do you do to unwind and/or recharge when you need it? I have a variety of ways to de-stress. My favorite way is to get out into nature, camera in hand, and just pay attention to all the little things that make life on Earth so great. That’s what my solo trip to Maine last Fall was all about! And it was fabulous.

Riding my motorcycle is another way to unwind, in warm weather, of course. I enjoy the ride, but I also enjoy not having to think about anything except what’s in front of/behind me, negotiating turns without crashing, and how to avoid the cars/trucks that share the road with me. That takes a LOT of concentration. Because you can’t think too hard about anything else, I observe a lot while I’m riding…the way the sun falls through the trees, the different colors in the fields, old barns, the character of the small towns we pass through.

I read a lot, too. I am never without a book to read. Hubby and I spend far more time reading together than going out or watching TV.

Hanging out with friends is a great way to unwind, too. Whether it’s Hubby and I spending time with mutual friends or me hanging out with my girlfriends, it is all very satisfying. We are lucky to have some very good friends in our lives.

I also like to write, and I’m trying to do more of that in 2009.

5. If you had to choose a flavor of ice cream that most fits your personality, what kind do you think you would you be? Feel free to make one up if necessary. Green Mint Gooey Nutty Surf and Turf. Green mint ’cause what you see is what you get. (White mint ice cream is sort of sneaky.) Chocolate chips shaped like fish and cows (like Ben and Jerry’s Phish Food Surf and Turf edition) ’cause it’s just more fun than plain old chips, I like critters, and I like to be creative and have fun with life. The chocolate-covered nuts and ribbons of caramel represent the surprise and variety that is me. I’m not a very complex person (no hidden agendas here), but my interests, tastes and talents are quite a mixed bag.

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Now it might be your turn! If you are interested in being interviewed, here are the rules:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. Be sure you link back to the original post.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

No More TV Woes

Devoted fans will remember last week’s post discussing the studs Hubby supplied me with.

Here they are in place, all ready for the TV to be hung.

And here’s our new TV. It fits perfectly. Of course, Hubby planned it that way. The only problem with the TV is that now we have four remotes.

You can see the remotes in the foreground of this pic. The intended subject of the picture wasn’t the remotes, though. It was Belle, sharing Hubby’s lap with his notebook computer. Unfortunately for Hubby, the touch pad and mouse buttons on our notebooks are sensitive to doggie chins, too, so Belle was scrolling for him as he was trying to read.

Saturday Morning Smackdown

I did something completely different today. I went to a Saturday Morning Smackdown. It was really cool, too!

My five-year-old grandson, Gaige, is a wrestler. He just started wrestling a few months ago. I went to one of his tournaments today. It was not really called a “smackdown,” though.

I know NOTHING about wrestling, other than the fact that Gaige really seems to enjoy it. You won’t get any in-depth play-by-play from me, but you will get some pictures, of course.

Here he is getting a pre-match pep talk from Dad (my son-in-law, TJ).

Last-minute pointers right before the match.

The first match didn’t go so well for Gaige.

But he sure was having fun.

Look at the joy on the boy’s face.

This is my favorite shot of the day. I knew it as soon as I snapped it. I call it, The Agony of Defeat. He wasn’t nearly as dejected as he looks here. Don’t get me wrong, he doesn’t like losing, but he likes wrestling.

The other kids were there, too, as were some of TJ’s relatives.

Here’s Brianna talking to TJ’s Aunt Cheryl.

Joey staked out his own spot near the window. Here he is enjoying a morning snack.

Most kids would just use their fingers, not a spoon. But Joey is very independent and definitely walks to the beat of his own drum.

Joey’s cousin, Lucy, shared his space occasionally, too.

This was right before Gaige’s second match. Dad, who was coach for the day, is getting Gaige good and primed to kick some little “tot” (his weight class) butt.

Gaige did much better in the second match. His opponent was quickly frustrated.

Look at that focus. Remember, these kids are only five. And Gaige has only been wrestling for a few months.

This is near the end of Match #2, which he ultimately won. Look closely and you’ll see Gaige is still smiling.

It was a fun way to spend the morning.

If you’d like to see all of the pics from today, CLICK HERE.