Saturday, 25 July 2015

Milestone for Boy Oneder

We are taking our boy to the casino this afternoon.  He's 19 now, so he is legally allowed in. He's very excited.  Hubster will take Middleman and Threepeat to watch the horse races, while I show Boy Oneder how to play the slots.  He says he wants to play a hand or two of Blackjack too.  So excited to take him into a place that has been forbidden to him for 19 years!

Of course, my first lesson will be to take in a small amount of cash ($50ish) and not spend a penny more.  He needs to know his limit and play within it.

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Friday, 5 June 2015

Thank you

Thank you for being so good with our boys.  Thank you for teaching them compassion for animals and how to be gentle.  I know your ears and tail were pulled too hard many times when they were little, but you never snapped, never bit them. You endured the punishment as I taught them to be gentle.

Thank you for comforting MIL when FIL died.  She wanted nothing to do with you because you were an animal, but you sat at and on her feet and eventually, she caved and let you onto her lap and you sat with her for hours, many of those hours filled with her tears, I am sure.

Thank you for teaching Max and Dudley the ways of the world.  For teaching them to be obedient and respectful.

Thank you for drying my tears, both with your fur and with your tongue.  Thank you for being there when no one else was.

Thank you for the laughter you have brought to this family.  Thank you for the wonderful memories we will cherish forever.

Thank you for being part of our lives for 14 years.  You softened Hubster's heart and were such an integral part of our core family.  You were more than just a dog.  You were our daughter and sister.  You were important, smart and kind. Wait for me on the Rainbow Bridge my sweet girl.  I will look for you when my day comes.  I hope you will guide me over the Bridge to a wonderful place, where we will live together forever...happy, healthy and together.

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The last day

Sad, angry, depressed, anxious, guilty, awful.

Rosie is so disconnected.  She has been for a while.  I want to love on her and cuddle her, but she will have nothing to do with it.  She had a bone covered in peanut butter just now.  I am cooking her a piece of chicken parm of her very own for dinner.  She will have a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup as her last snack tomorrow before the vet arrives at 1:30.  I have taken photos and videos.  I have just sat, looking at her and soaking up her sweet face.

I can't get my head around the fact that at this time tomorrow, she will be gone.  Although she has been disconnected and has not wanted to be touched or played with for the past few months, she has been here.  She will leave a hole that will take a long time to fill.

She's my girl.

And I love her so dearly.

I wish time would slow down.  It feels like I just brought her home for the first time yesterday and now, she is leaving us.  The guilt is awful. Pin It

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

Rosie.

She's not "just a dog".  She is my daughter.  Yeah, if you're not a dog person, you think I'm nuts.  I don't care.

Rosie was the only other female in this house.  Ever.  Well, unless some of our fish were female, but who can tell with fish?

On June 22nd, 2001, I talked Hubster into going to see some Bichon Frise puppies that I found an ad for in the Toronto Star.  I had been bugging him for years to get a dog, but he was alway, "No, no, no."  Somehow, someway, I convinced him and we went to see them in Mississauga.  The backyard breeder brought out a little, tiny 8 oz ball of white fluff that fit in the palm of my hand.  Instantly, I fell in love.  Truth be told, so did Hubster.  We tried to play it cool, but we both knew we would take her as our own.

On June 24th, I went to Petsmart and got all the puppy essentials...bowls, a collar, a leash, a bed and a teeny tiny crate.  And we went to pick up our new baby girl.

She was lovely from the moment we got her.  So patient with our then 5 and 2 year old boys.  So smart and so loving.  She was the definition of a lap dog.  Attached to my hip from the beginning. I loved her so so much.

We took her to the vet for her initial check up.  She had ear mites, a heart murmur and was very underweight.  But no matter...she was ours and we knew we would nurse her back to perfect health.  And that we did.

Rosie has been a solid member of our family for 14 years now...well, it would be 14 years on June 24th. But she won't make it to that date. Our vet will come to our house this Saturday to put our sweet girl to sleep.  She has been suffering with what we think is Cushings Disease for about three years now.  Her eyesight is all but gone, she is covered in awful cysts that weep and bleed at the slightest touch, she is almost deaf, she is incontinent, has started vomiting and has arthritis all over her body.  She is old.  She is weak.  She is suffering.  And so, I had to make the most difficult decision I have ever, ever had to make.  As much as it kills me, it's time to let her go.  It's time to let her rest peacefully.  And I am utterly heartbroken.  I physically ache just thinking about it.  But, in my heart of hearts, I know it is the right thing to do.  It is the final decision I will make as her dog-mommy.  It is selfless because if I could keep her with me forever, I would.  But I can't.

And so, I soak in her sweet face every chance I get.  I watch her doing nothing.  I watch her sleep.  I pet her when she can tolerate the touch and I pray for her.  I know she will wait for me at the Rainbow Bridge.  I know she will leap into my arms when I meet her there one day.  And she will be healed and young and healthy.  And she will love me like she does today.

Thank you for 14 wonderful years Rosabella.  You will be sorely missed and will always stay in our hearts.




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Friday, 15 May 2015

He's gone...again

My Boy Oneder is in Wasaga Beach with 23 of his friends.  Partying.  Probably drinking and God knows what else.  He will be 19 in June.  But he is still my baby.

I took him and 6 of his closest friends up to the beach this afternoon.  They are so cute.  The girls noticed the DVD screens and so I put on "Alice in Wonderland" for them...they were mesmerized the whole way up (1.5 hours).  Funny how in some ways, they are wonderful, respectful, responsible adults and in other ways, they are still so innocent and sweet.

I am very lucky in that Boy Oneder has chosen amazing friends.  All on honour roll.  All in universities.  All respectful.  All have beautiful souls.

But...

They are at a shithole "resort", with cottages the size of a walk-in closet and with a ton of other kids who I either don't know or who are not the best in character.

So, although this is not my first kick at the can with having my kid away from home, unattended, I still worry.

When he was little, I worried about his health and whether he would scrape his knee at school.  But I had a leash on him.  And, ever so slowly, I let that leash get longer and longer.  Now, there is no more leash.  He is on his own.  And all I can do is pray that the values and morals I have taught him will prevail in a very tempting place.

I trust him.  Implicitly.

But I know the pressures of being 18.

Please God...keep him safe.  Help him to make the right decisions.  Let him have fun, but make it safe fun.

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Wednesday, 13 May 2015

Happy Spring! err...Fall!

The weather here has been crazy.  We put the air conditioning on over the weekend because it was 28 degrees.  Today, we put the furnace back on because the high was 10 degrees.  WTH?

Shorts, pants, flipflops, jackets. UGH!

Looking forward to the normalcy of summer. Spring is too bi-polar for me!

In other news, Boy Oneder heads up to Wasaga Beach for a four day party with his friends on Friday.  Although it is easier this time than prom cottage last year, it's still scary to let your kid go away, unattended for four days.  He will be 19 in June...you'd think I would accept the fact that he is an adult now...yeah, not so much.

On a sad note, Rosie won't be with us for much longer.  She turned 14 on April 26th and on the 29th, we took her and Dudley to the vet for their annual appointment.  The vet decided that she didn't need to be put through the trauma of bloodwork.  He examined her briefly and told us she was in pain...she has arthritis in her back.  I told him about her incontinence and the fact that she pretty much sleeps all the time.  I told him she drinks like a racehorse as well.  Her liver has been deteriorating for a couple of years now and we have suspected Cushings Disease all along, but the symptoms now have really shown themselves...excessive thirst, pot belly, cysts all over her body, skin infection on her inner thighs, incontinence.  She is also pretty much blind and we think she is going deaf as well.  And so, I asked the vet that awful question..."If you had to wager a bet, how long do you think she has left?"  His response was like a punch to the stomach, "Six months."  I started to cry.  I felt physically sick.  I thought he'd say a year.   I told him that my worst fear (and that of Middleman) was that she would be found dead one morning.  He said that rarely happens and that, probably, the time would come for us to put her down before died at home.  He said the three signs that she is on her way out are: loss of appetite, lack of excitement when I come home and incontinence.  So far, all she has is incontinence.  And so, I am torn.  She is lying in her bed right now, breathing loudly.  Her body is covered in horrible cysts that weep at the slightest touch and so she looks like a stray because bathing opens them all up.  But she wags her tail so hard her whole body wags when I haven't seen her for an hour or more and she eats like a champ.  The vet said to give her a 1/4 of a Tylenol twice a day and bring her back in a month.  The Tylenol seems to be making a bit of a difference, as she is up and about a little more, but she pooped in my van on the weekend. And she peed at Grandma's house.

So, I am really struggling with when to make the decision to end her life.  She may stay like this for a couple of years and right this second, I think she is OK.  But, I don't want her to get to the point that she is in pain.  I will live with guilt if I think that I am jumping the gun and so I have been watching her like a hawk since the appointment.  I hate this.  She is such a wonderful dog, but she hasn't been on our laps for many months.  She can't jump up and I am the only person who can pick her up without being snapped at.  Ugh.  I wish she could talk. I wish she could tell me, "It's time.  Please let me go."  But she can't.  So, I will continue to watch her and pray that when the time is right, either Rosie or God will let me know.  I hate this so much.


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Monday, 11 May 2015

Drive By...

  • Threepeat is 8.  His birthday was April 18th.  He had a great party at a lasertag place with 9 of his besties;
  • Threepeat also celebrated his First Communion on May 3rd. It was a beautiful day spent with our closest friends and family;
  • Boy Oneder is a TPT for Chrysler and a lumber associate for Home Depot. He is also finished his first year of university;
  • Middleman is doing amazingly well at school and is now a striker for his soccer team, moving up from defence;
  • Hubster is doing well too, like me, just trucking along :)
  • Rosie is on her last legs.  She is not in good shape.  She turned 14 on April 26th...her birthday gift was the message from the vet that she only has about 6 months left with us.  I don't think it will be that long.  She is nearly blind, nearly deaf, her liver is failing, she pee and poops without even knowing she is doing it.  She has arthritis in her back and cysts all over her body.  She's a mess.  So, we have her on Tylenol twice a day, which seems to have perked her up a little, but I am beginning the mental preparation for the day that we decide to put her to sleep.  It's heartbreaking;
  • And, to end on a happy note, spring has SPRUNG!  The weather has been GORGEOUS this past week!!!
Happy Monday :)
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Tuesday, 14 April 2015

Ramping Up!


  • suit (check)
  • shoes (check)
  • tie (check)
  • shirt (check)
  • First Communion ribbon (check)
  • bombonieries (check)
Threepeat is all ready for his big day on May 3rd!

Now, I have to get myself a nice outfit!

I also have to order the food.

But first, we celebrate his 8th birthday on April 18th!

Busy days ahead!
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Friday, 10 April 2015

National siblings day...

sucks when you don't have a sibling.

Bad enough if you are and always were an only child, but doubly sucks when your only sibling is dead. 

Yes, I said dead.

She's dead. 

Gone.

And it sucks. 

I miss her. 

Badly. 

So, so much. 

I wonder how things would be today, 9 years later. Would we be close?  Would our kids be close?  Would we laugh like hyenas like we did when she was here?  Would we fight like we did when she was here?  

I will never know. 

And I will continue to long for the day when I see her beautiful face again. 

Until then, I will be jealous of all my friends who have siblings. And I will live vicariously through them.  And I will hurt for my nieces, knowing how hard sibling day is for me, I can't imagine what Mother's Day is like for them. 

Sucks. 

It just sucks. 

I love you Joanne. 






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Monday, 30 March 2015

!!!!!!!!! I MET HIM !!!!!!!!!!

SATURDAY WAS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!

I met Dr. William Davis, the author of "Wheat Belly" and the man who changed my life for the better...forever.

It was AMAZING!






He signed my books, he hugged me and he complimented me.  He is even sweeter in person than on Facebook.

Dream come true. :)

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Friday, 20 March 2015

One Year WheatBelly-A-Versary

Wow.

A whole year has gone since I started my Wheat Belly journey.

Check THIS out:






What a difference one year makes! http://www.boyohboyohboy.com/2014/03/wheat-belly.html

I'm really looking forward to meeting Dr. Davis at his lecture in Mississauga next weekend!



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Thursday, 12 March 2015

Autographs $1.00 each.

I feel like a celebrity!!!

Dr. Davis featured my before and after photos on his Facebook page yesterday. I felt like a celebrity!

Imagine my surprise when I woke up to this today:

http://www.wheatbellyblog.com/2015/03/skin-changes-wheat-belly-lifestyle/

HOLY MOLY!

March 20th will be my one year WheatBellyAversary.  I can't believe it's been a whole year!  I am still maintaining a 25 lbs weightloss and I don't even miss grains and sugar anymore.

I'm really pleased with myself.  It has been quite a year indeed!


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Thursday, 5 March 2015

March update

  • As of today, I am on "staycation" until March 17
  • Threepeat has the stomach flu
  • Boy Oneder's university's teaching assistants are on strike.  That means no school for Boy Oneder for what looks like a long period of time
  • Boy Oneder got a TPT job at Chrysler!!  He quit his job at Five Guys (gave two weeks' notice) and is moving on to bigger and better things.  Grandpa would be so damned proud of his boy!
  • Middleman's marks are STELLAR!
  • Rosie drives me mental.  She poops at least once a day in the house and barks several times in the night to go out.  I know she's a senior citizen, but jeez louise, I need my sleep!
  • Hubster, in an impulsive moment the day before Valentine's Day, booked he and I on an 80's cruise for February, 2016!  We certainly don't have the money for this, but when I protested, he replied, "YOLO"  P.S.  HUEY LEWIS WILL BE ON THAT CRUISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • On March 20th, I will celebrate one year of Wheat Bellyness.  I have maintained my 25 lb weightloss since July.  GO ME!
  • I am sick of winter.  Sick and tired
  • Dudley is the cutest dog on earth
  • I fell yesterday in the parking lot of a funeral home, on our way in to the wake.  I didn't see the black ice and fell into a puddle.  I got soaked, scraped my hands and knees and my right knee is swollen and bruised
  • I love wine
  • I am a knit-a-holic.  I have made a hat, two scarves, a face mask and am working on an infinity scarf for Boy Oneder
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Tuesday, 10 February 2015

BAD BAD BLOGGER!

Life has a way of getting away from me more quickly than I'd like these days.  Man oh man where HAS the time gone anyway?

We are all alive and well...busy as heck, but good.

Home renos continue on our existing house, in preparation for putting the house on the market at about this time next year.  Our new house is not even a hole in the ground yet, but the builder is in the process of building three model homes, one of which is the exact same model as ours!  I can't wait until it's up so I can go there every week and see it, measure, get ideas, etc.!

Threepeat is a doll.  He's loving school and playing PS3.  We just signed him up for soccer that starts in May.  Spring is coming! YIPPEE!

Boy Oneder is chugging along at University.  I can't believe that he is a full grown adult now! ~sniff, sniff~  So proud of him!

Middleman is doing very well in grade 10 as well.  He just brought home a fantastic report card!  He plays soccer three nights a week and is just an all around great kid.

Hubster is enjoying his job.  I don't enjoy having to pick him up from the train station, but for the most part, Boy Oneder is the chauffeur these days.  I only have to go on days when Boy Oneder has late classes at school (like today).

I am ok too.  Work is stressful (it's year end and days fly by) and I am still maintaining my 25 lbs weightloss.  I go up a pound or two and then back down.  I can't believe it's a year next month since I started Wheat Belly!

It's been almost 6 months since I quit smoking too.  No plans to ever go back.  E-cigs are the bomb!

Rosie and Dudley are both great too.  Rosie's getting older and slower, but she's doing well.  Dudley is Threepeat's live teddy bear...he takes a lot of abuse, errr, I mean love, from our Threepeat.

I hope the few of you who are still here are doing well.  I will try harder to update the blog more often! Pin It
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