Monthly Archives: December 2011

Social Butterfly

Millie had to go to the vet yesterday.

She’s been doing a lot of licking lately and it’s really getting on my nerves.  Turns out it was nothing serious – just an allergy of some sort.  Since her annual shots are due in a couple of weeks, we did that, too, and her bi-annual heartworm test.

A quick exam and a few shots and we were out the door in less than 30 minutes.  But during that 30 minutes, I felt like I had run a marathon.

The minute I grabbed her collar and leash, she wiggled and jumped and whined.  She was going somewhere with Mommy and she just knew there would be people there to love on her.  I put her in the back seat of the Dogmobile and she made sure she had her head right there between the front seats so she didn’t miss a thing!

The entire time she was there, her tail never stopped wagging and she never stopped trying to visit with everyone there.  She was sniffing and kissing and loving on all of them!  The poor poodle (and her owner) that was coming out of the exam room while I was trying to get her to stand still on the scale.  The golden retriever that was standing next to us as we were checking out.  The lovely lady who was waiting to pick up her dog that had surgery earlier in the day.  The vet – even when he was giving her the shots.  The vet tech that took her temperature.   The other vet tech that held onto her during the exam.  The only time she was still was when they promised her a treat for trying to be a good girl during the exam.

As we were checking out and I was trying to make her stand still so I could sign the credit card receipt, the clerk behind the counter couldn’t stop laughing at Millie’s persistence in greeting everyone.  She even held the receipt for me so I could sign it because Millie just would not sit still.  She said, “I’m a dog mom, too.  I know what it’s like!”

Yea, that obedience training thing . . . it didn’t work so well for Millie.

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Ghost of Christmas Past

Christmas is right around the corner.  One of the last big “first” for Prince Charming and me.  I’m so excited about Christmas that I can hardly stand it.  Buying presents.  Decorating the house.  Baking cookies.  Going to company Christmas parties.  Being with the families on Christmas Day.  Going to Christmas Eve Midnight Mass.  I feel like a little kid . . . and that’s a good thing because Christmas Spirit has been in short supply around here the past few years.

So you can imagine how excited I was to put up the Christmas tree and decorate the house last week.  Prince Charming and I got out the tree and the containers with the decorations.  He put up the tree and we put the lights on together. Then we started to put the ornaments on the tree.

That’s when things started to get a little strange for me.  See, last year I started to decorat the house and put up the tree and put the lights on it before I broke my arm.  After I broke my arm, I didn’t much care if the ornaments got on the tree or not.  Thanks to the Percocet I was on for my arm, I thought the tree looked pretty cool with just lights on it.  This is the first time I’ve looked the ornaments that XH and I had accumulated over the years.  I hesitated to open the boxes because I didn’t really want to face the Ghosts of Christmas Past.  But then I thought “Hey, it’s been a year.  It’ll be fine.”

Famous last words.  Each ornament that I pulled out had a memory attached to it.  It had a story attached to it.  Memories and stories that I had gathered up and packed away a long time ago.  So there the stories were . . . smacking me in the face . . . kind of like that TV commercial for the antacid.

Prince Charming could tell I was having a hard time but never said anything to me.  He just watched from a distance.  Until the last ornament.  It’s one that my Mom had made in ceramics years ago right before XH and I got married.  Two little mice in an old fashioned sled.  It has our names and the date on it.  It’s absolutely adorable and I have always loved putting it on the tree.  When I opened the tissue paper wrapper and saw what it was, I let out a deep sigh.  I thought “I can’t put this on the tree!”  I guess I had a funny look on my face because Prince Charming asked if I was okay . . . well that opened the flood gates and the tears just started to flow . . .

“I can’t do this.  It’s been a whole year! Why does this hurt so bad?  This is not how I wanted our first Christmas to be!  How can I put this ornament on our tree?”

Prince Charming sat me down and explained to me that it was okay to hurt.  It was okay to cry.  It was time to let all of this stuff out.  I’ve been trying to be wonder woman and hadn’t allowed myself time to deal with any of this stuff.  I can’t get past it if I don’t deal with it . . . because it’s always gonna be there waiting to jump out and get me.  I told Prince Charming that I want to take it all down and get all new stuff next year.  He laughed and promised me that we could get new stuff next year if I wanted . . . but he also asked me to do him a favor and think about it overnight before we took down the tree.  He promised that if I really wanted to take down the tree after I had a chance to sleep on it and think about it, then we would . . .

So I spent the day trying to avoid the tree . . . which is hard considering it’s in the middle of the dining room!  Then I stared at the tree for a while . . . and I remembered the stories and the memories attached to the ornaments.  And I came to terms with the Ghost of Christmas Past . . . that is what my life was.  Next year I’ll have a tree that reflects what my life with Prince Charming is.  And now I know that my past is what made me who I am today . . . and I can include that part of my life into this part of my life . . .

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Domesticity

This weekend Prince Charming didn’t have to work. It’s kind of rare for him to have a Saturday off so we took full advantage of it.

Grocery shopping, laundry, getting out the Christmas decorations, decorating the inside of the house. Prince Charming was hoping to put some lights on the front of the house . . . but it we ran out of daylight.

Once again we had the discussion of “We need to get the Christmas cards done” and as of right now, we still haven’t gotten them done. We’ve bought them . . . they just have been addressed. To be honest . . . I put mine somewhere safe and now I can’t remember where they are!

We’ve had supper. We’re still doing laundry. We’re going to watch whoever is playing on Sunday Night Football . . . right now I’m one ahead of him in the football pool!

There are still issues we have to face with his dad’s health and the treatment schedule. There are still issues with Prince Charming’s moving-slower-than-molasses divorce. There are always gonna be financial issues relating to the moving-slower-than-molasses divorce . . . but we aren’t worrying about those right now.

Today we are boringly normal!

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Christmas Came Early

The results are in!

Yes, Prince Charming’s Dad has cancer.

It’s small cell lung cancer . . . from what I understand that’s the “bad” kind of cancer.

Well, poop!  That isn’t what we wanted to hear!

Okay, they talk to the cancer doc.  The cancer doc needs more info before he can talk prognosis and/or treatment options . . .

Blood work and more scans . . .

More waiting . . .

The cancer hasn’t spread!  They can’t cure what he’s got but they have a good chance of getting it into remission.

Plans are for radiation and chemo over the next few weeks . . .

We still have a rough bit of road ahead of us . . . but it doesn’t look nearly as bleak as we originally thought.

Our guardian angels must have been watching over us . . .

 

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