Mother's Day weekend is upon us. John and I have some fun plans, beginning tonight as we head out to our favorite restaurant, Casa de Pasta. We're regulars there and really enjoy hanging out on Friday nights, having a few drinks and enjoying a great meal.
Tomorrow afternoon we're going to John's sister's house to celebrate Mother's Day. My sister-in-law and her family share a mother/daughter with her parents. My mother-in-law is jonesing for some lobster, so we're having a fish fest. Should be fun. The weather is supposed to be nice, so it will be great to spend the day outside (after I spend all morning having my nails, toes, and hair done inside).
John is golfing Sunday morning with my dad and my Uncle Rich. Mom and Aunt Sharon will carpool over to my house, so when the guys return, everyone will be together for a BBQ. Haven't really decided on the menu yet....I just know the cocktails will be flowing and there will be a lot of laughter. I'm very lucky that I'm able to enjoy my parents company. Some people never get out of the "parent mode," but my parents have evolved into my friends. They're still Mom and Dad first, but it's nice that we can have an easy relationship as we age. John really enjoys spending time with them as well, along with my Uncle Rich and Aunt Sharon, so it's going to be a great day.
Cami is recovering from her second ACL surgery. This operation seems to have gone much more smoothly than the first. I'm glad she's doing well, but it's also presenting some issues. Campbell is completely out of her mind. She's been so cooped up for so long that she is just dying to get outside and run with her sister, Barrett. It's just killing her to be in her crate all day. She gives me such the face. I emailed her surgeon and the good news is that I can take Cami for longer walks (longer than the 5 minutes she gets right now). So hopefully that will help cut her nervousness and energy level. I'll let you know how it goes.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Cute Overload.com
I can't stand it. This is the best site ever. I find myself checking in to Cute Overload numerous times throughout the day to get my cute fix. Everything about it is fantastic, from the pictures, to the captions, to the site specific language. Need a break from the everyday? Check out Cute Overload!
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Campbell....Babe....You're Bleeding Me Dry
So it's 11:20 pm on Wednesday night and I'm logging on, not after spending the last hour caught up in an episode of LOST, but after spending four and a half hours in the emergency room with Campbell.
John called as I headed out of work at a little before 6 tonight. He said Cami had vomited on the patio and it looked like she had brought up some blood. So, I spring into Mom mode and tell him to get on the horn to our vet, who is about 2 minutes from our house. John calls back, all babbly and flustered, saying that our vet is tied up with two emergencies already and cannot see Campbell. John mentions that our vet suggested visiting the emergency clinic in Fairfield if Cami doesn't improve.
As I try to formulate a plan of action with John, he says, "Gotta run, it's bowling night." I mean, really, who gives a shit if our dog is throwing up an intestine? John needs to be sure he gets the use out of those thirty-five dollar bowling shoes he bought. Now, if it's one thing I've learned over the years, it's to double-check EVERY SINGLE THING JOHN TELLS ME. I hop on the bluetooth to our vet, who delicately informs me that she wouldn't waste any time getting Campbell to the emergency room, ya know, if it were her dog and all.
I'm now traveling at warp speed to pick up my baby and get her the now obvious medical care she needs. So I call Mike, my new trainer, tell him I won't be at the gym as I need to have my dog cut open from crotch to sternum to remove whatever is ailing her tummy. He's not pleased, but hey, fuck him.
Did I mention that the emergency clinic is in Fairfield, an hour from my house? Did I mention that I was coming home from work? Did I mention that I fucking work in Fairfield? Yeah, nice.
I get home and at this point my stomach is in an uproar because I love my Cami and hate to see her in pain. I also know that I needed to slip a zip lock baggie over my hand and pick up a bunch of bloody vomit. Sue me for having an over-active gag reflex.
I jump out of the truck, only to find that I'm ankle deep in a bunch of mud whilst in my Opaca tan, crocodile embossed-kitten heeled pumps from Franco Sarto. Can you say "Pissed off"? Now might be a good time to mention that my husband is a landscape contractor who specializes in hardscapes. Is there any good reason why after all these years in this house I can't have a fucking walkway to my front door? Oh yeah, I forgot, her name is Campbell....
The little bitch is lucky she's so darn cute. I take one look at her and can tell she's not a happy camper. I make an educated guess that it could have something to do with the Nextel phone she ate a few days ago. I grab the baggie, grab the vomit, grab Campbell and gingerly walk my way back to the truck. I pick up Cam, sink further into the mud, mentally throw the newly enacted shoe budget out the window, and hop in the truck. Away I go to Fairfield, the place I've just returned from.
Luckily, the hospital is not busy and Cami is taken in quickly. She proceeds to vomit 4 times, refuse to allow the cute vet (who's fly was down the whole evening-why is that something you feel compelled to stare at?) to palpate her stomach and sits down as the tech is taking her temperature. From her butt.
Four and a half hours later, Cute Vet With Fly Down decides he's going to admit her as he doesn't like the look of her x-rays. He tells me to call him later as he's working until 1 am (at this point it sounds like he and I are dating) and he'll give me an update. I take a few stolen glances at his fly, shake his hand (which I found to be somewhat hysterical at that moment) and proceed to check out.
It's now explained to me that Cami will need to be discharged from the hospital by 8 am and taken straight-away to her regular vet, catheter intact. So, tomorrow morning, I will drive to Fairfield to pick up Cam at the hospital, drive her to our regular vet (2 minutes from our house) and then go into the office. The office which is conveniently located in Fairfield.
Campbell, you're lucky you're cute.
In all seriousness, I'd do anything for my baby girl. I'll post again on her condition as I get updated.
John called as I headed out of work at a little before 6 tonight. He said Cami had vomited on the patio and it looked like she had brought up some blood. So, I spring into Mom mode and tell him to get on the horn to our vet, who is about 2 minutes from our house. John calls back, all babbly and flustered, saying that our vet is tied up with two emergencies already and cannot see Campbell. John mentions that our vet suggested visiting the emergency clinic in Fairfield if Cami doesn't improve.
As I try to formulate a plan of action with John, he says, "Gotta run, it's bowling night." I mean, really, who gives a shit if our dog is throwing up an intestine? John needs to be sure he gets the use out of those thirty-five dollar bowling shoes he bought. Now, if it's one thing I've learned over the years, it's to double-check EVERY SINGLE THING JOHN TELLS ME. I hop on the bluetooth to our vet, who delicately informs me that she wouldn't waste any time getting Campbell to the emergency room, ya know, if it were her dog and all.
I'm now traveling at warp speed to pick up my baby and get her the now obvious medical care she needs. So I call Mike, my new trainer, tell him I won't be at the gym as I need to have my dog cut open from crotch to sternum to remove whatever is ailing her tummy. He's not pleased, but hey, fuck him.
Did I mention that the emergency clinic is in Fairfield, an hour from my house? Did I mention that I was coming home from work? Did I mention that I fucking work in Fairfield? Yeah, nice.
I get home and at this point my stomach is in an uproar because I love my Cami and hate to see her in pain. I also know that I needed to slip a zip lock baggie over my hand and pick up a bunch of bloody vomit. Sue me for having an over-active gag reflex.
I jump out of the truck, only to find that I'm ankle deep in a bunch of mud whilst in my Opaca tan, crocodile embossed-kitten heeled pumps from Franco Sarto. Can you say "Pissed off"? Now might be a good time to mention that my husband is a landscape contractor who specializes in hardscapes. Is there any good reason why after all these years in this house I can't have a fucking walkway to my front door? Oh yeah, I forgot, her name is Campbell....
The little bitch is lucky she's so darn cute. I take one look at her and can tell she's not a happy camper. I make an educated guess that it could have something to do with the Nextel phone she ate a few days ago. I grab the baggie, grab the vomit, grab Campbell and gingerly walk my way back to the truck. I pick up Cam, sink further into the mud, mentally throw the newly enacted shoe budget out the window, and hop in the truck. Away I go to Fairfield, the place I've just returned from.
Luckily, the hospital is not busy and Cami is taken in quickly. She proceeds to vomit 4 times, refuse to allow the cute vet (who's fly was down the whole evening-why is that something you feel compelled to stare at?) to palpate her stomach and sits down as the tech is taking her temperature. From her butt.
Four and a half hours later, Cute Vet With Fly Down decides he's going to admit her as he doesn't like the look of her x-rays. He tells me to call him later as he's working until 1 am (at this point it sounds like he and I are dating) and he'll give me an update. I take a few stolen glances at his fly, shake his hand (which I found to be somewhat hysterical at that moment) and proceed to check out.
It's now explained to me that Cami will need to be discharged from the hospital by 8 am and taken straight-away to her regular vet, catheter intact. So, tomorrow morning, I will drive to Fairfield to pick up Cam at the hospital, drive her to our regular vet (2 minutes from our house) and then go into the office. The office which is conveniently located in Fairfield.
Campbell, you're lucky you're cute.
In all seriousness, I'd do anything for my baby girl. I'll post again on her condition as I get updated.
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