September is here and I notice one of my trees in my backyard has yellowing leaves. My favorite time of year is here! My Dad says I love fall because it is the start of the count down to my birthday and Christmas. He is probably right. My Dad and I have been doing A LOT of visiting and 'remember when" lately.
My Dad, like most men out there, hate the Doctor, hate annual exams, colonoscopy...etc. A couple months ago, I took my Dad in for a Dr. visit because he was having some trouble and one thing lead to the next and we are told he is in Stage IV metastatic prostate cancer....ugh. He knew he had some health issues for about 3 months. He didn't go to the Doctor because nothing "hurt". I can't think backward, only forward. I can help with today and make sure he is comfortable, support his wishes, and make each day count. Once he got the bone pain in his hip under control via radiation therapy. He has decided to do Lupron shots for the prostate. It doesn't treat the cancer, but it will prevent it from spreading.
Each visit is now filled with soooo much conversation. I don't recall my Dad ever having so much to say. He says he doesn't have time "to teach me" anymore....but I remember everything he has had to tell me.
1. Be simple with your needs and wants
2. Save
3. Love your family
4. Do not lie
5. Love what you do and market your creativity
My life is full of love, I am a proud Army Mom...my son is my world, I can't imagine life without my husband, my stepdaughter is a proud Mom to our grandson, and my Dad...is my hero!
I would love to take a moment to share what I create! I use bottles and vases my Dad has given me and decorate them. I enjoy crafting and have opened a shop on Etsy! My Dad feels recycling the glass is great for the enviroment and a cute way to add handcrafted items to your home!
Visit our shop on Etsy. www.maurascreations.etsy.com!
Have a great Fall!
Monday, September 3, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Ok...I am totally new to blogging..hope this works. My day...the most hectic day alive today, Tuesday March 27, 2012.
In the middle of my busy day....I am at work...in the middle of trying to figure out our new conversion of an electronic medical record conversion, my computer is locking up, my bosses husband is driving me nuts in trying to "help" with this, missed lunch, I am constantly worrying about (and missing) my son in Minnesota, I just glanced at facebook and my step-daughter is commenting our grandson may have the flu (poor baby), my husband has been horribly ill since the end of January, I have to leave work on time to get my son's kitty Alice to the vet..which...if you know Alice..she is a senior who is all claws and teeth.....and the text I don't want to even see comes through on my cell....my husband tells me "that's it we r getting rid of apollo he at the couch its ruined"...............OMG...at this point ..with our history of our 7 month old boxer/pitt mix...how can I not just freaking laugh...I have to laugh or I am gonna cry.
Those of you who know me, know, I love my animals. For those of you who know me, know, the strangest stuff happens to me. I have to laugh at myself...there is no other choice. This puppy...makes Marley from Marley and Me look like an angel...and what I read in that book...it was a lifetime of happenings...Apollo..is ...7...months...old. He has surpassed Marley....period.
Let me say.... Apollo cannot go to another home...he is soo attached to us and really loves us, and his brother and sister dogs...he could not stand to be away from us. Also...I don't know what other family would have him...what other family would love him like we do...due to his label as a "bully breed" what would happen when he did..what he does here..would someone else mistreat him??
Let me clarify what I mean when I say "when he did..what he does here". Example being...coming home from work and setting down a rotissere chicken, going to get Don and tell him supper is here...going back to the kitchen..said chicken is now gone...it is a freaking BONE in the living room...in 2 minutes max...Apollo stuck the damn chicken in his mouth and pulled the bones out apparently. Has 10 holes in the backyard that I discovered...and he has actually loot stashed....the most recent stash consisted of 3 forks, 8 socks of Don's, a banana peel, bread from the counter, and nail clippers. Yes...what the hell?? We have had tragedy with Apollo...Sunday after Thanksgiving, Don and I went to the local casino...came home and Pepe (my 16 year old chiuahuaha) was dead our couch. We took him up to our vet to have him cremated....before we took him..I had a feeling..but I checked Pepe...I didn't see any injury. We got to the vet, the assistant took Pepe from us....as I was paying...she came back out..famous last words "do you have another dog in your home"...uhhhhhh yes...she informed us Pepe was killed. I asked to see him...well..Apollo apparently picked Pepe up and shook him like a toy...he was playing. I spoke with my vet of 10 years...he confirmed..it was a shake injury..Pepe felt nothing..it was quick..but it was most certainly NOT an attack. Soooo all the way home...feeling horrible...yet knowing in my heart Apollo was not a mean dog...didn't make us feel better about what happened...and trying to convince Don that no...Apollo will not eat our grandson...it was truly heart breaking. We took Apollo in to the vet and he was temperment tested...no, he is not aggresive after having 3 different tests performed...which included pulling his ears and tail... :( Apollo was even visited by a behavioral specialist...I know..right?? But..again it is confirmed he isn't aggressive. In fact totally opposite...he is a playful, full of energy puppy, but when presented with confrontation...he gets so scared he cries and blows his anal gland out..so the stench is great especially when you are comforting your scared doggie.
So back on track....Apollo steals and hides his stash in the yard in the various holes he has dug, I have paw prints on my counters and stove...yes..while cooking Thanksgiving turkey..Apollo knows the oven contains good stuff and can open the oven..just to check, Apollo loves pulling books from the bookshelf and reading/eating books, we cannot leave a darn thing on the counter food wise..cause..um it is gone in a flash, he runs in the mud then runs across the couch, bed and walls (not the ceiling yet), on a walk he took out someones mailbox--he ran with said mailbox following him attached to his leash, and..I could go on..but you get the ideal. Really..eating the couch...is just at this point...funny...I have to laugh or I will cry.
You say take Apollo to puppy training..well Don will have to do that...as I know, in a public school setting...he will either eat the other puppies or get so scared he stinks the whole place up...yea..that is for Don to do. You say exercise him...I do..see above about mailbox heist. I have actually jogged with him..yes..my fat ass is now jogging with this pup. Yes..Apollo is motivated by food and our vet says you can get him to listen when you have a treat in hand..yes..but do I want to say "Apollo, drop the chicken you have in your mouth...look I have a treat for you"...uhh..lol.
There is no easy answer....but I love this dog to pieces and he loves us. When he is not running amuk...he is adorable, snuggly, and full of hugs and kisses.....when he hasn't herded you into a corner and plopped himself on your lap. So...blog blog blog...we are going to embrace this dog...and share..or..you may find me in a looney bin.
Have a blessed evening!!
In the middle of my busy day....I am at work...in the middle of trying to figure out our new conversion of an electronic medical record conversion, my computer is locking up, my bosses husband is driving me nuts in trying to "help" with this, missed lunch, I am constantly worrying about (and missing) my son in Minnesota, I just glanced at facebook and my step-daughter is commenting our grandson may have the flu (poor baby), my husband has been horribly ill since the end of January, I have to leave work on time to get my son's kitty Alice to the vet..which...if you know Alice..she is a senior who is all claws and teeth.....and the text I don't want to even see comes through on my cell....my husband tells me "that's it we r getting rid of apollo he at the couch its ruined"...............OMG...at this point ..with our history of our 7 month old boxer/pitt mix...how can I not just freaking laugh...I have to laugh or I am gonna cry.
Those of you who know me, know, I love my animals. For those of you who know me, know, the strangest stuff happens to me. I have to laugh at myself...there is no other choice. This puppy...makes Marley from Marley and Me look like an angel...and what I read in that book...it was a lifetime of happenings...Apollo..is ...7...months...old. He has surpassed Marley....period.
Let me say.... Apollo cannot go to another home...he is soo attached to us and really loves us, and his brother and sister dogs...he could not stand to be away from us. Also...I don't know what other family would have him...what other family would love him like we do...due to his label as a "bully breed" what would happen when he did..what he does here..would someone else mistreat him??
Let me clarify what I mean when I say "when he did..what he does here". Example being...coming home from work and setting down a rotissere chicken, going to get Don and tell him supper is here...going back to the kitchen..said chicken is now gone...it is a freaking BONE in the living room...in 2 minutes max...Apollo stuck the damn chicken in his mouth and pulled the bones out apparently. Has 10 holes in the backyard that I discovered...and he has actually loot stashed....the most recent stash consisted of 3 forks, 8 socks of Don's, a banana peel, bread from the counter, and nail clippers. Yes...what the hell?? We have had tragedy with Apollo...Sunday after Thanksgiving, Don and I went to the local casino...came home and Pepe (my 16 year old chiuahuaha) was dead our couch. We took him up to our vet to have him cremated....before we took him..I had a feeling..but I checked Pepe...I didn't see any injury. We got to the vet, the assistant took Pepe from us....as I was paying...she came back out..famous last words "do you have another dog in your home"...uhhhhhh yes...she informed us Pepe was killed. I asked to see him...well..Apollo apparently picked Pepe up and shook him like a toy...he was playing. I spoke with my vet of 10 years...he confirmed..it was a shake injury..Pepe felt nothing..it was quick..but it was most certainly NOT an attack. Soooo all the way home...feeling horrible...yet knowing in my heart Apollo was not a mean dog...didn't make us feel better about what happened...and trying to convince Don that no...Apollo will not eat our grandson...it was truly heart breaking. We took Apollo in to the vet and he was temperment tested...no, he is not aggresive after having 3 different tests performed...which included pulling his ears and tail... :( Apollo was even visited by a behavioral specialist...I know..right?? But..again it is confirmed he isn't aggressive. In fact totally opposite...he is a playful, full of energy puppy, but when presented with confrontation...he gets so scared he cries and blows his anal gland out..so the stench is great especially when you are comforting your scared doggie.
So back on track....Apollo steals and hides his stash in the yard in the various holes he has dug, I have paw prints on my counters and stove...yes..while cooking Thanksgiving turkey..Apollo knows the oven contains good stuff and can open the oven..just to check, Apollo loves pulling books from the bookshelf and reading/eating books, we cannot leave a darn thing on the counter food wise..cause..um it is gone in a flash, he runs in the mud then runs across the couch, bed and walls (not the ceiling yet), on a walk he took out someones mailbox--he ran with said mailbox following him attached to his leash, and..I could go on..but you get the ideal. Really..eating the couch...is just at this point...funny...I have to laugh or I will cry.
You say take Apollo to puppy training..well Don will have to do that...as I know, in a public school setting...he will either eat the other puppies or get so scared he stinks the whole place up...yea..that is for Don to do. You say exercise him...I do..see above about mailbox heist. I have actually jogged with him..yes..my fat ass is now jogging with this pup. Yes..Apollo is motivated by food and our vet says you can get him to listen when you have a treat in hand..yes..but do I want to say "Apollo, drop the chicken you have in your mouth...look I have a treat for you"...uhh..lol.
There is no easy answer....but I love this dog to pieces and he loves us. When he is not running amuk...he is adorable, snuggly, and full of hugs and kisses.....when he hasn't herded you into a corner and plopped himself on your lap. So...blog blog blog...we are going to embrace this dog...and share..or..you may find me in a looney bin.
Have a blessed evening!!
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