tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30022382201305353852024-03-04T22:05:24.612-06:00Flusianna's Flights of FancyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-5103574409864076582010-06-21T07:22:00.003-06:002010-06-21T08:19:28.324-06:00If I were a ...Who am I? Just for Fun!<br /><strong>If I were a...</strong><br /><br />I saw this on <a href="http://www.theblacksheepdances.com/">The Black Sheep Dances' </a>blog and thought it was wonderfully funny. So here are my answers....<br /><br />If I were a month, I'd be May.<br />If I were a day, I’d be Sunday.<br />If I were a time of day, I'd be 11:11.<br />If I were a font, I'd be Lucinda.<br />If I were a sea animal, I'd be a dolphin!<br />If I were a direction, I'd be South.<br />If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Victorian chaise.<br />If I were a liquid, I’d be crystal clear water.<br />If I were a gemstone, I'd be a sapphire.<br />If I were a tree, I'd be a magnolia.<br />If I were a tool, I’d be a hammer.<br />If I were a flower, I'd be a tulip.<br />If I were an element of weather, I'd be rainstorm.<br />If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a guitar.<br />If I were a color, I'd be purple.<br />if i were an emotion, I'd be sweetness.<br />If I were a fruit, I'd be a cherry.<br />If I were a sound, I'd be a whisper.<br />If I were an element, I'd be water.<br />If I were a car, I'd be a Camaro.<br />If I were a food, I'd be cream.<br />If I were a place, I'd be the beach.<br />If I were material, I'd be brushed cotton.<br />If i were a taste, I'd be salty.<br />If I were a scent, I'd be confederate jasmine.<br />If I were a body part, I'd be feet.<br />If I were a song, I'd be <em>Imagine</em>.<br />If I were a bird, I'd be a canary.<br />If I were a gift, I'd be a book.<br />If I were a city, I'd be Bratislava.<br />If I were a door, I'd be open.<br />If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be barefoot.<br />If I were a poem, I'd be any Neruda poem.<br /><br />What are you?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-66195432638490526152010-05-30T12:17:00.002-06:002010-05-30T12:23:55.367-06:00Unconscious Mutterings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYnj9mb6xW8-S0C94VYQO6C61yuGijwyIk1k6Pa3gY8ACTMUhm9r8guJ5rP2sod9CIQx0XrTEBDHYctGjXCIvB7YOXXEzVagyUWqVNfBc7czJpPQt7URURWDBQKEWFFSeBtqTPQxRP8ZL/s1600/mutteringsblue120x60.gif"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477130508500294146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYnj9mb6xW8-S0C94VYQO6C61yuGijwyIk1k6Pa3gY8ACTMUhm9r8guJ5rP2sod9CIQx0XrTEBDHYctGjXCIvB7YOXXEzVagyUWqVNfBc7czJpPQt7URURWDBQKEWFFSeBtqTPQxRP8ZL/s400/mutteringsblue120x60.gif" /></a><br /><p><a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/">Luna Nina's </a>weekly free association game:</p><br /><ol><br /><li>Fresh air :: springtime outside</li><br /><br /><li>Bodyguard :: Whitney</li><br /><br /><li>Wedding :: Bells</li><br /><br /><li>Remind :: me what I was going to do</li><br /><br /><li>Wicked :: Stepmother</li><br /><br /><li>Crawling :: on my knees</li><br /><br /><li>Gasoline :: oil spill</li><br /><br /><li>Anyone :: listening out there</li><br /><br /><li>Dancing :: in the Dark</li><br /><br /><li>Wall :: All in all, just another brick in the ...</li><br /></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-68127580833973855392010-01-10T08:10:00.002-06:002010-01-10T08:16:32.475-06:00Unconscious Mutterings<p>Free associations are part of a fun game - link back to LunaNina to read all of the responses this week!</p><ol><li>Resolutions :: New Year's failure</li><br /><li>Page :: Boy</li><br /><li>Narrow :: roads</li><br /><li>Refuse :: me</li><br /><li>Fountain :: three pennies</li><br /><li>Grunt :: groan</li><br /><li>Construct :: marriage</li><br /><li>Nightmare :: bridge</li><br /><li>Inch :: by inch</li><br /><li>Instant :: gratification</li><br /></ol>Thanks to <a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/">LunaNina</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-80903830929683029412010-01-04T09:49:00.002-06:002010-01-04T09:52:05.850-06:00<ol><li>365 :: days in the year</li><br /><li>Tombstone :: Territory</li><br /><li>Dumb :: and dumber</li><br /><li>Intrusive :: in my face</li><br /><li>Fat :: as a pig</li><br /><li>Axe :: murderer</li><br /><li>Planned :: pregnancy</li><br /><li>Spike :: volleyball</li><br /><li>Bleach :: blonde</li><br /><li>Shopkeeper :: on main street</li><br />Thanks to <a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/">LunaNina</a></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-5892363544924844092009-12-31T06:47:00.003-06:002009-12-31T06:55:22.076-06:00On the eve of 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnbArOGU0Y_upqdV6yo_CWxoet1cdOtIErjUgZCXd6gUh-my2-GjY-f4e2SxtSVIXDHLqPfSSLPnn456ecQjWY0TY140EnK1nDFTbzbPV0N8GaxAa-HwSxvjeXetIXi3eLvzeQyEfnTEB/s1600-h/December+20+2009+012.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421382946849566210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnbArOGU0Y_upqdV6yo_CWxoet1cdOtIErjUgZCXd6gUh-my2-GjY-f4e2SxtSVIXDHLqPfSSLPnn456ecQjWY0TY140EnK1nDFTbzbPV0N8GaxAa-HwSxvjeXetIXi3eLvzeQyEfnTEB/s400/December+20+2009+012.jpg" /></a>I have been awake since 2am and have had plenty of time to read and reflect on this past year. I noticed that I did not really post too much, not enough time in the days. We delived eleven puppies and then had to give them up. We moved from my HOME to a very nice house. I hope that one day I will think of it as my home and not just a place where I go to bed at night. Nicole moved back home and went on disability. Best news is that she now has health insurance at least. We enjoyed having a swimming pool. I got the Swine flu. Christmas was a huge success and a great disaster. My mom is living with us for a while. I am enjoying her being here. I guess all in all it wasn't such a bad year - looking forward to another wonderful year with my family, friends, and dogs. Wishing you the same.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-31393955820481389122009-10-13T14:59:00.017-06:002009-10-15T14:56:39.342-06:00RecuperatedWell, the Fluharty family has finally recuperated from the move f<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiGn5YN0HGanMETVStLN-jMc1L2oKtc5oKfW2w_xI3SyzZoIaUTXC4nyRJP_mPzGDoylC8PPfVpmKvOtQzsj3rSYRh7XKfMDvVV0pDgbwJfgbabCH4SLCLOfk7ll0NErWXzIaNuaikrkX/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392194841881380338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifiGn5YN0HGanMETVStLN-jMc1L2oKtc5oKfW2w_xI3SyzZoIaUTXC4nyRJP_mPzGDoylC8PPfVpmKvOtQzsj3rSYRh7XKfMDvVV0pDgbwJfgbabCH4SLCLOfk7ll0NErWXzIaNuaikrkX/s400/004.JPG" /></a>rom the house my family lived in for thirty years to a new house with better dog containment and a swimming pool. People, it was hard! Thirty years of accumulated {crap, treasures, garbage, clothes, books}! But move we did. And six months later there are still tons of boxes in the garage waiting to be unpacked and have their contents moved to their new home. I need to get busy because Stephen says if I haven't used it in six months, I must not need it and should throw it all away. Ahhh!<br /><br />In this picture, Nicole is standing in my office with Shadow, her long-haired chihuahua.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0Q7ATqAGwB8NNEarzgw3NHgm_aMQ_lfrC1FX6HCmM33CGtI9E8_RXigkbQGJeKb_iBcg4uDXFAwPeAdaBlel8m3HtgyGGUWNKrnr8mMqk0QqWSu5Mm344tzpWMje84AKYrC9BQO78uT5/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392194941114231682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0Q7ATqAGwB8NNEarzgw3NHgm_aMQ_lfrC1FX6HCmM33CGtI9E8_RXigkbQGJeKb_iBcg4uDXFAwPeAdaBlel8m3HtgyGGUWNKrnr8mMqk0QqWSu5Mm344tzpWMje84AKYrC9BQO78uT5/s400/007.JPG" /></a> Stephen is standing on the other side of my office holding Sugar Pie, our tiniest little chihuahua. She was born in early January 2009 and might weigh a pound soaking wet. The vet had a hard time getting her delivered because she had such a big head, so we think she had a bit of oxygen loss as she is deaf {or extremely smart and stubborn, fooling us all}. Her tongue is always stuck out. The vet said it is too long for her snout. She is a doll. We love her to death.<br /><br />You can see where she likes to hide - mainly anywhere to keep warm, but especially under my shirt. That is her mother sitting on the pillow next to me. She is a long-haired chihuahua as well. Her name is Annie Pie-Pie! We did not really intend for her to have puppies, but she mated with one of our male puppies who looked a lot like Sugar Pie. They are with us almost every moment when we are at home.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnS6cZ0grjJnIkUHaOv0wliBEf6Gk_RZ2PGvwEjtHeKxuGslstah4_MU_OGPwuvxXr-dv5HndyPqaJLrb550meHlhMvyDWF_kTwY5x46Cyc9uVZ8Xeyw_U2o_75NN3Ts41BlwN3O8AL0lw/s1600-h/123me.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392195832442655490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnS6cZ0grjJnIkUHaOv0wliBEf6Gk_RZ2PGvwEjtHeKxuGslstah4_MU_OGPwuvxXr-dv5HndyPqaJLrb550meHlhMvyDWF_kTwY5x46Cyc9uVZ8Xeyw_U2o_75NN3Ts41BlwN3O8AL0lw/s400/123me.JPG" /></a><br />When we are playing Rock Band, they are right in the middle of everything. In the picture below you can see our third female chihuahua, LuLu sitting behind me on the top of the sofa...or truthfully, you can see her precious little glowing eyes!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cGGw0yDS1GVp3LQMYUYdMmPCJ-aLtghAdJQmyWJx9i6i-qzHvlPlBaSoTcUYjwFcHXhDA8YYTAD71Ut4X7uUerXYJwCx3whpRFr_kcKj60rHHijkgwpFXlmOqp7KfKN_kr8rEqGAURZJ/s1600-h/101.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196069754926738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cGGw0yDS1GVp3LQMYUYdMmPCJ-aLtghAdJQmyWJx9i6i-qzHvlPlBaSoTcUYjwFcHXhDA8YYTAD71Ut4X7uUerXYJwCx3whpRFr_kcKj60rHHijkgwpFXlmOqp7KfKN_kr8rEqGAURZJ/s400/101.JPG" /></a><br />One reason we really love the new house is the grandness of this room. We have a futon in front of the sofa which allows room for all four dogs to be sitting with us while we watch the television or play games. It is also large enough to have another love seat and massage chair to either side of the couch. Still with all of this furniture in the room, there is plenty of space for the dogs to run and play. And the wet bar, and the fireplace. We spend most of our time either here or in my office when we are at home.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEBVF8MQvPjazCeTSJp-uofZ7ZvgMKd_5hskdwyFHhiB36E127EPLuctuwjUARXRmeCo65lQm0TkTz4vz6AV1jz3oDoE1DQy6GpZRvf5zQWrPQVaOTcOWIHMgDVdqg9cYYeaYm9HkhcQwZ/s1600-h/029.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Yrf4ghss6IEDOMB81P7Az7Mhi_I_NaWVVcVLAL9wM3KCpELzoplr0OMrjLtr27CbGO3qT2tYLHoBIuYDKxlBtCx8zUT0edchSW9FPEZknKCfnuBEpabCRnZ74ivjDu2iV_s6GFP9L1LA/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196418546605138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Yrf4ghss6IEDOMB81P7Az7Mhi_I_NaWVVcVLAL9wM3KCpELzoplr0OMrjLtr27CbGO3qT2tYLHoBIuYDKxlBtCx8zUT0edchSW9FPEZknKCfnuBEpabCRnZ74ivjDu2iV_s6GFP9L1LA/s400/032.JPG" /></a><br />Here is a close-up picture of Sugar Pie. Even though it is blurry (hard to get that little bundle of fun to stay still), I love the picture. She has the sweetest little face and looks almost like a deer.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The next picture is a close-up of Sugar's mother, Annie. We were surprised that long-coat chihuahuas seem to have a mix of long and short coats when they have puppies. Annie only had three puppies and two were short-hairs.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WVlY40TW2tHlbacUXQQj1PCG6096eEPxlUQJTj_sgrXVRYp2oFQwmP2u0MBMDseoTvnMcxJejt8s2K9dHMVlHXa1zuL-4cFWrqQNy0C799ObMi7g2rRNiIBNWo-ZSZujA2Pwuawgy3sB/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196523814065330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4WVlY40TW2tHlbacUXQQj1PCG6096eEPxlUQJTj_sgrXVRYp2oFQwmP2u0MBMDseoTvnMcxJejt8s2K9dHMVlHXa1zuL-4cFWrqQNy0C799ObMi7g2rRNiIBNWo-ZSZujA2Pwuawgy3sB/s400/036.JPG" /></a> The floors in the new house are wonderful - we can sweep and mop frequently in the event of accidents or shedding of too much hair. That is a blessing after our last house with carpet and wood floors.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2XuCMERntYR9G2xb0EmmZZPpc2RS5CfTw1vW321jkkNz5Vm6h6BjqVTNZPqX-6n9jqqqvzEt0dtz2h6XG9sbRuPQIDiBZqlhSAX3f-PJ3nIlJ-YjDgQg-5fnDgltmLIcySVeNiZuApV3/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196769005287378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY2XuCMERntYR9G2xb0EmmZZPpc2RS5CfTw1vW321jkkNz5Vm6h6BjqVTNZPqX-6n9jqqqvzEt0dtz2h6XG9sbRuPQIDiBZqlhSAX3f-PJ3nIlJ-YjDgQg-5fnDgltmLIcySVeNiZuApV3/s400/051.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Another benefit is the large fenced in backyard. The dogs love to run and play. LuLu and Sugar like to find small branches and limbs to chew on - in Sugar's case, they are often twice her size. The pool is just to the right of where they are standing. The first day we moved in, Sugar took a running leap into the pool. It was very funny. She knew how to swim, but we scooped her right out since it was a little cold.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uUCUb-y0J9pWw6grriqJl16hVloozkDUG8697anliojSIw8U_-Ftukh8cNUlKkC8dbEIt2uNcws84Xn3sFgph18__AFeOgxWtT5jbdwafjnDJUUQPzYwl85oxwcjQYN_3mzTG2n4flkY/s1600-h/054.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196926796064866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uUCUb-y0J9pWw6grriqJl16hVloozkDUG8697anliojSIw8U_-Ftukh8cNUlKkC8dbEIt2uNcws84Xn3sFgph18__AFeOgxWtT5jbdwafjnDJUUQPzYwl85oxwcjQYN_3mzTG2n4flkY/s400/054.JPG" /></a><br />We also have a covered porch on the back of the house. It is a wonderful place to sit and watch the rain. The dogs only see it as a place to run with their sticks so they can fight over them. Again, this is LuLu and Sugar. Sugar is three days older than LuLu and they think of themselves as sisters. Although LuLu is much bigger than Sugar, she is usually very gentle with her. With us however, she greets us by nipping at our hands.</div><div></div><div>And this final picture is of our friend Mia, who lives with us part-time. She works with me at the library. We like having her come over a few days a week - I mean every house should have at least one redhead!</div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_N5mXYYzjLdBqPBGCPBeIQXLBcX5v9QuP9VW2Tid_25Sou5U38IykJmpcweEEvHDymqKfQpO5A5bsGN0w-hTeFEM3DPQi1wNeXE6pIPy67sCXKAjyENJwWFU5BoN3Lao1mhKxcbRjKHS/s1600-h/021.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392197134138504370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_N5mXYYzjLdBqPBGCPBeIQXLBcX5v9QuP9VW2Tid_25Sou5U38IykJmpcweEEvHDymqKfQpO5A5bsGN0w-hTeFEM3DPQi1wNeXE6pIPy67sCXKAjyENJwWFU5BoN3Lao1mhKxcbRjKHS/s400/021.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-28991737283054906382009-04-05T10:51:00.001-06:002009-04-05T10:54:37.907-06:00<ol><li>Log :: cabin</li><br /><li>Plaything :: toy </li><br /><li>Broom :: Hilda</li><br /><li>Heels :: High</li><br /><li>Smoke in :: the water, a fire in the sky</li><br /><li>Guests :: are like fish<br /></li><li>Attraction :: flirt</li><br /><li>Shiny:: happy people</li><br /><li>Risked :: it all</li><br /><li>Velvet :: bluer than velvet were her eyes</li><br /></ol>To participate weekly, visit <a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/">Luna Nina</a>!<br /><br />FlusiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-25500449956169308622009-03-29T11:09:00.004-06:002009-03-29T11:13:15.719-06:00Sad, sad glad, dayWe found someone who loves chihuahuas and she is going to take all of our dogs except for Annie, Katie, and the four puppies from the January litter. We had to find a way to take our lives back, we will probably be moving to a different house and there were just too many. I am sad, sad, sad. But it is far better to give them to a woman who lives in the country with a large solarium who used to work as a vet tech and fell in love with the breed. Still, in a matter of minutes they will be gone, forever. Even the newest babies. I can hardly think. But I am glad we didn't have to take them to the pound, which would have been the most difficult penance for our irresponsibility. Thankfully four of the dogs have been spayed or neutered...at least we did that. Did I mention that my heart is broken? Life is hard. I wonder when my time in the sun will come? I wonder if it ever will in this lifetime, maybe in heaven?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-86420143195300262772009-03-29T08:21:00.004-06:002009-04-05T10:54:45.597-06:00Week 322: Unconscious Mutterings<ol><li>Road trip :: Jacksonville</li><br /><li>Pool hall :: 9th Avenue Billiards</li><br /><li>Extraordinary :: Jack</li><br /><li>Jackson :: Hewitt</li><br /><li>Heartfelt :: Valerie</li><br /><li>Wet :: slip and slide</li><br /><li>Strangle :: that bitch</li><br /><li>.com :: my life</li><br /><li>Touched :: inspired</li><br /><li>Insipid :: vacuous</li><br /></ol><br />To participate weekly, visit <a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com/">Luna Nina</a>!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-10857778223497437842009-03-10T05:43:00.002-06:002009-03-10T05:45:16.271-06:00Good Lord - more puppies Shhh!Well, it seems that we have two more puppies. IzzyPants had two male puppies last night. Not sure if they were born last night or after midnight. Stephen monitored the whole situation and I was so tired, I went to sleep. All seem to be doing fine.<br />Here is the vow - no more puppies at the FlibbertyFlu house!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-36920767104791991612009-02-13T18:51:00.013-06:002009-02-13T19:23:26.715-06:00Finally the puppies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2CtCbVqBDAw_Y0zkkD8yrFW5pJH5i02JyTvY4_495jvp_TzzwJ3xufXUoTrfbcbwe4QpLVUO1DSzA3AwLJu6pyNeQ7y1BkB1eJlmkOmxU4lPzkHqfc5FOc8WDXiivJyD7rkjzQHHmcdp/s1600-h/DSC01110.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302456680915204786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2CtCbVqBDAw_Y0zkkD8yrFW5pJH5i02JyTvY4_495jvp_TzzwJ3xufXUoTrfbcbwe4QpLVUO1DSzA3AwLJu6pyNeQ7y1BkB1eJlmkOmxU4lPzkHqfc5FOc8WDXiivJyD7rkjzQHHmcdp/s320/DSC01110.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Here are the two moms: Annie is the smaller mom with the white chest. She had three pups. Sadie is the one with her tongue out and quite a big girl. The litters are only three days apart with Annie's pups born on January 3rd and Sadie's born on January 6th.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpUbw_FJh8-kRn4BzwjPWzyUmnNK0DB4gft_M3L2NuuFhXNNdngyr59RaXzwWgrbdY9AWiGxAIwGflSk5Y_gVk7T2gQkOSY0eJu7HObe47pkEhMGNkml2I0DdWMt-CnUhYce6K6wOkH_y/s1600-h/DSC01019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302450140009940066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpUbw_FJh8-kRn4BzwjPWzyUmnNK0DB4gft_M3L2NuuFhXNNdngyr59RaXzwWgrbdY9AWiGxAIwGflSk5Y_gVk7T2gQkOSY0eJu7HObe47pkEhMGNkml2I0DdWMt-CnUhYce6K6wOkH_y/s320/DSC01019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br />This is Lilly and she will be adopted by a librarian friend of ours. She is quite small and full of spunk.<br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxwTrqgjltdZ-2g7gx-7rDo-yaZmd11Ey2hSn9VGIJ5c58olePj6TbnLURfwC-ysuiiYahV5EjrP8dPP6hvt0mvDa05fiamzJkn5ON0fVLj62T_G2PVnxjMxpnIsEZ3YV5mY-kcbSbRK-/s1600-h/DSC01023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302450465312232066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOxwTrqgjltdZ-2g7gx-7rDo-yaZmd11Ey2hSn9VGIJ5c58olePj6TbnLURfwC-ysuiiYahV5EjrP8dPP6hvt0mvDa05fiamzJkn5ON0fVLj62T_G2PVnxjMxpnIsEZ3YV5mY-kcbSbRK-/s320/DSC01023.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /> </div><div>This is the tiniest of all the babies. Her name is Sugar Pie and she is my heart. At almost six weeks old, she is no bigger than a mite. She eats like a horse, so I think she will just be smaller than her mom.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdogQ2PLgQtdJkJ_9n7oobJvKG9ipPc5XCKiZ9pXbIbvqyRi2_SPrQYD-8TEmQ0Ft6SFET5UpYvsb9eZOdtywmY4KvdcFFMyFVeJtSgEgIERfOL-679h3M-bKKcvsyICH9LzMMQ41RR5HH/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302456492819519490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdogQ2PLgQtdJkJ_9n7oobJvKG9ipPc5XCKiZ9pXbIbvqyRi2_SPrQYD-8TEmQ0Ft6SFET5UpYvsb9eZOdtywmY4KvdcFFMyFVeJtSgEgIERfOL-679h3M-bKKcvsyICH9LzMMQ41RR5HH/s320/DSC01033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div>This is Jack. He will be living with us. We call him Jackaroo and JackAttack. He is very handsome.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGuqjJA3FGQLKH2v9jyCOFOGnllhOkgqgtKkKZsIZZOFltA0AKgPmoVfTaGbxMvOekpqfV3WKP6EvB0XTDDH2_-VevS1c26YQG4Y23_v82z7EyG4bN918xNB7Cvj3LrLKYWVa14dchfEV/s1600-h/DSC01036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302451241167461362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGuqjJA3FGQLKH2v9jyCOFOGnllhOkgqgtKkKZsIZZOFltA0AKgPmoVfTaGbxMvOekpqfV3WKP6EvB0XTDDH2_-VevS1c26YQG4Y23_v82z7EyG4bN918xNB7Cvj3LrLKYWVa14dchfEV/s320/DSC01036.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br />This is the first of Sadie's puppies. Her name is Pippin and she is the runt of this large litter. She is unbelievably sweet and a tiny bit shy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvqSTh9MLtM-2d84RM1107YitWQj8Li3t84zr9fERIRr2a-OLKNSvxHXjK8KCp5GkfqWCArkUX4sVF0MslOlUgmCvIxdDYoUuv4SwQibVe7QxPwThlEWxZ44TTBOBHR9aoGRsUuKNLlAi/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302453700335843522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUvqSTh9MLtM-2d84RM1107YitWQj8Li3t84zr9fERIRr2a-OLKNSvxHXjK8KCp5GkfqWCArkUX4sVF0MslOlUgmCvIxdDYoUuv4SwQibVe7QxPwThlEWxZ44TTBOBHR9aoGRsUuKNLlAi/s320/DSC01047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This is the smaller of the males. His name is Star. He has not yet been adopted, but I know that someone will love him.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4usPvFzC7_m3xbmkUYTyiXBFn5Fgg1BL0APYAi4GVuzMkJ9ncfhTH_LrVgJiMHSFaTcFrnVSYnApV4bDy5Byvx50IU6dW6nODxZ9hKWQZHBRkEMuXQxharf8syk3ijxx6Yj3t8TtVaXY3/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452212294081906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4usPvFzC7_m3xbmkUYTyiXBFn5Fgg1BL0APYAi4GVuzMkJ9ncfhTH_LrVgJiMHSFaTcFrnVSYnApV4bDy5Byvx50IU6dW6nODxZ9hKWQZHBRkEMuXQxharf8syk3ijxx6Yj3t8TtVaXY3/s320/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><br />This is Sir Snuffalump - he is very furry and quite the character. He is not yet adopted either. He is a big kisser and loves to rumble.<br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20fx-Ffnj1aM-mqxv4cuKb07KmC-vQNfzJlq68mU8hx1KWxRO2m6OG_vt7yer-oWFIbX2CpEZFmLvKmOY0RYPqQrJOLqCgINI2v5NHCe7ZNQLoM6U0uggdDUJQC1r9qvreWdCgL7ukbJf/s1600-h/DSC01060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452218222597410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg20fx-Ffnj1aM-mqxv4cuKb07KmC-vQNfzJlq68mU8hx1KWxRO2m6OG_vt7yer-oWFIbX2CpEZFmLvKmOY0RYPqQrJOLqCgINI2v5NHCe7ZNQLoM6U0uggdDUJQC1r9qvreWdCgL7ukbJf/s320/DSC01060.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><br />This is Daisy and she will be moving in with a good friend of ours who works at the library. I know she will love it there and we will still get to see her from time to time.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuGuyRrt6V1Q4e6TRBXWh5cYA6mVt4KMJt3b9gi-r5toX-ocErG5CSyIZ7DO8fMvvOnQYNlyNNiRY5IdwXiBqE6yJL9kI9uX9gNWKgwURwstsRpsjRjAEu_SO1x_fYBaLPy-aGrQEMyAS/s1600-h/DSC01063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452217881057858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOuGuyRrt6V1Q4e6TRBXWh5cYA6mVt4KMJt3b9gi-r5toX-ocErG5CSyIZ7DO8fMvvOnQYNlyNNiRY5IdwXiBqE6yJL9kI9uX9gNWKgwURwstsRpsjRjAEu_SO1x_fYBaLPy-aGrQEMyAS/s320/DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br />This is Peaches and she is a big girl with a heart of gold. She loves to run and play and kisses everyone. She does not have a permanent home yet, but I would not mind her living with us.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-G9m4cnpN5sfA5O5HRzQzNNw9-87hFfl8eykOuP0znyIiZhLMCkMDRU05zYDznyn_SN9drPN91Ff3jdP6RrmAy58xHv00YcN_O3Kmx-3BfZ9mp8lMUwGlXRVVa-SjH0HlMMW1dzFbTxx/s1600-h/DSC01072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452222143694834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_-G9m4cnpN5sfA5O5HRzQzNNw9-87hFfl8eykOuP0znyIiZhLMCkMDRU05zYDznyn_SN9drPN91Ff3jdP6RrmAy58xHv00YcN_O3Kmx-3BfZ9mp8lMUwGlXRVVa-SjH0HlMMW1dzFbTxx/s320/DSC01072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br />This is Lilly LuLu and she will be staying here with us. She captured our heart from the very first. She is also a furry big girl and might give her mom a run for the money when she gets bigger. </div><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfAytapHdZqU6I2mYFhHu8hYgAkNfCGSoKEZ4WpB5JMdFuNrilRSmdHFL_VuOf0gUHSrea1s8vZDk-zCKoaCqpJLU7fopcLdHmKfaSLcL_FZsVjKyg2sJ7xDDVP_pQmlZRb7Rm_2-sJ8W/s1600-h/DSC01078.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302452220406972578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfAytapHdZqU6I2mYFhHu8hYgAkNfCGSoKEZ4WpB5JMdFuNrilRSmdHFL_VuOf0gUHSrea1s8vZDk-zCKoaCqpJLU7fopcLdHmKfaSLcL_FZsVjKyg2sJ7xDDVP_pQmlZRb7Rm_2-sJ8W/s320/DSC01078.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>This is Rocco. He will be living with my son who delivered the litter of seven. Rocco, who looks like a very tiny Rottwiller was not breathing for some time when he was born and my son saved his life. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-7982936722363616872009-01-06T17:22:00.006-06:002009-01-11T16:31:22.101-06:00Sadie's puppies born today Oh my God!<div>Here is the thing folks, I am worthless. I cannot tolerate anything that I cannot control or do not understand. I may seem like I am fine but really inside I am dying. Because of the high stress level of the last few weeks, I am especially worthless. So today's drama is that Sadie is having her puppies right now as we speak, and I cannot help in any way. Instead I am in my office with my door closed, crying, and useless. I have office hours tonight and I don't think that I will be able to answer one single question. Not one. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGGicmJnuvsRDLgyazRy6YH9c_LvFO7SEg4Xl5aZqw2bXYZ2RyCQ2T3FYbCmjRx9R1CsY4vITZaTbek_LJwAYBIoMCWGockDlPATjRsizqcagpi-iZki2BvBo_Hrvn2JMZZdNhbfv8_9k/s1600-h/December+2008+928.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290167305275372418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjGGicmJnuvsRDLgyazRy6YH9c_LvFO7SEg4Xl5aZqw2bXYZ2RyCQ2T3FYbCmjRx9R1CsY4vITZaTbek_LJwAYBIoMCWGockDlPATjRsizqcagpi-iZki2BvBo_Hrvn2JMZZdNhbfv8_9k/s320/December+2008+928.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Fast foward a few hours or so: The first puppy was born at 5:30 and by 7:30 she had given birth with Joseph and Mary's assistance to five puppies. For the most part I stayed in my office with the door shut and talked with the five students who showed up for virtual office hours. Every time a pup was born I would run out and check. Then after office hours were done, Stephen watched the puppies try to nurse while I cleaned out the playpen and put in clean blankets and sheets to move the mom and pups. Now, that was a task that required moving furniture in the TV room where they will live for the next eight weeks. Annie's puppies are in a big box in our spare bedroom. By the time the moving and cleaning and washing and doing were done about 9:30, I was burning up and dripping with sweat. Dog birth is hard work. So Stephen is in my office trying to chill and go to bed. I walk back into the room with Sadie and notice that she was having more contractions - I jumped in the car to go get Joseph and Mary who live two minutes away. By the time we got back, Stephen had helped Sadie give birth to puppy number 6 - he had to break the sack and suction the puppy. When we got in Mary tied the umbilical cord and since I was the only one who had not done so, I cut the cord. Between the four of us (my part being so very little of the whole), we birthed six puppies - two males and four females - of all colors and sizes. Now Stephen is in bed, everyone has gone home and I am praying to God that she is done...I am not up for any more fun tonight. Annie is having a bit of a fit because she can hear Sadie's puppies crying.<br /><br />In one week, we have doubled the number of dogs who share our house. What an insanely delightful nightmare. They are beautiful. Jo and Mary are going to keep at least one of the male pups and possibly one female. If all goes well we are going to give away or sell the others. They are all beautiful. It is going to be a long two or three weeks.<br /><br />Love,<br />the not so normal, worthless but loving, Flusi<br /><br />Addendum: It is now 11:42 and unbelievably Sadie just gave birth to two more puppies - a female and a male. Unfortunately (crying will not cease) the female was dead when I checked on Sadie. We tried to revive her, but she died. The male seems to be fine. So when I knew that the baby pup was dead, I wrapped her in a cloth and put her inside a beautiful Heavenly Angels Victoria's Secret box. Tomorrow we will find a place to bury her. I am so very sad. There wasn't time to go get Jo - I think he could have saved her. I put my mouth over her nose and mouth and tried to breathe air into her little lungs, but nothing I did worked. So now there are seven where there were eight. I hope there are no more. I am undone.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-86010046068019246862009-01-04T10:05:00.004-06:002009-01-04T10:13:10.369-06:00One day and countingGood morning,<br />We made it through one night. Annie and her babies slept in a laundry basket on top of a towel and sheet, under which was a heating pad - it has this new-fangled improvement that causes the heating pad to shut itself off automatically. So far, I have not figured out how to disable this "wonderful" feature because of which I did not sleep two seconds in succession last night. As Steve was leaving the vet's office, they said make sure Annie stays with them the whole time and that you have a heating pad on - we had a lady last week who let one of her puppies die because it got cold. AHHHH! Lucky for us, Annie is being a good mother and wants to stay with her babies. They don't seem to be crying much, so I am left to assume that they are getting enough sustenance from Annie.<br /><br />Oh goodness, thinking back to Sofia's first few days makes me want to fall to the floor in praise. She had a C-section and four puppies. The first time we put her in the box with the pups, she went nuts, yelping at the top of her lungs. They had warned us that she might not have ANY milk at all, so off we went to buy nipples and bottles and formula. The only problem, we could not get them to drink a drop. We were a wreck. As it turned out, all of the puppies must have had plenty. They grew up just fine - fine enough to impregnate Annie and Sadie. This time we are trying to be a little more hands off. Love Annie and make sure she has what she needs. She will take care of the babies.<br /><br />Round two should be any time. Good Lord.<br /><br />FlusiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-86334254486510150782009-01-03T16:38:00.006-06:002009-01-11T16:30:20.379-06:00Annie's puppies born today<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01xw5fpi2hOX-O53ebTEbO6kp311wotnDXrExw2WIUifsEgJIborpXwhMyDt4siinQqFXNhzgwmJh-oD4fUcZJJNeenJ6yMc2YchhJ_o6B835oUsScAQEDoWtdE6N2pXfIIdop_tcCzNO/s1600-h/December+2008+912.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290167061948818546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01xw5fpi2hOX-O53ebTEbO6kp311wotnDXrExw2WIUifsEgJIborpXwhMyDt4siinQqFXNhzgwmJh-oD4fUcZJJNeenJ6yMc2YchhJ_o6B835oUsScAQEDoWtdE6N2pXfIIdop_tcCzNO/s320/December+2008+912.jpg" border="0" /></a> Annie had her puppies today. When we knew she was in labor, we took her to the vet because she is so small. She had three puppies - with the last one born extremely large. Strangely enough, they had to give her an episiotomy and almost broke the puppy's neck trying to deliver her. We do not know the sex of the puppies yet - I can barely tell them apart, but I know there is at least one female. And I think one male. The last one will be a surprise when they get a little bigger. They almost make Sofia's babies this time last year seem gigantic. I cannot believe that we have to go through this again soon with Sadie. It will be a little different though because Sadie is a big girl and hopefully will be able to have them on her own. Good Lord folks - this means we have thirteen chihuahuas. I am sure there is a law. And that is not counting the ones to come. Forget what I said in the last post about being fairly normal - maybe we aren't. Pictures will come later.<br /><br />[In the event it is making you crazy not to know, there are two females and one male.]<br />FlusiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-62498096373899288502009-01-01T23:56:00.003-06:002009-01-02T09:58:37.396-06:00Happy Fuc&i*g New YearDear Diary,<br />Until this morning, I thought that last year had to have been the worst year of my life. Don't really know why, but I just assumed that any year that included the following would be the absolute worst:<br />1. I turned 55 and while I know this is not ancient, it sure ain't young.<br />2. My mother was in the hospital for a month - two weeks of which we were given NO hope that she would ever leave - except in a coffin.<br />3. My family was in shambles with one son losing his job just weeks after buying a house and the other son nearly losing everything since he and his wife were employed in the house selling business which you might recall has not been doing so well of late.<br />4. My daughter-in-law lost a pregnancy, had surgery to try and correct the problem, lost another pregnancy, and then within two weeks was raped by "a friend". And she still manages to get out of bed in the morning - not sure I would make it.<br />5. We almost lost our home.<br />6. Our oldest dog had to be put to sleep, nearly breaking my heart.<br />7. I am in NO way a material type girl, but the joy of the holiday season is always to find the best present for each person. With no money, we only bought gifts for the babies. No other gifts were exchanged. It was miserable.<br />8. I let down so many friends - not that I really have any, but if I did, now I don't.<br />9. Because I work in a two person office, the only time I have off is the three weeks around Christmas, but because I did not get the flu shot this year (secondary to my mom's hospitalization) I have had the flu the entire three weeks. Can't go to the doctor because we don't have any money.<br />10. To make the three week vacation even worse, my middle son and his wife fought the whole time - I mean seriously. I love them both. I love my son, but he was not really being fair. I love my daughter-in-law, but she needed to get a grip. It was rather hard because she lost her fourth pregnancy in the middle of all of this.<br /><br />So that is probably the top 10, but I should add that there were many good times. We had baby puppies (I might add that number 11 would be that two of our older dogs are now pregnant and no we do not understand how that happened, except to say that it was possibly secondary to not having enough money to pay to have the newest babies neutered). Our youngest son did very, very well in his first semester in college and I am very proud of him. Of course, he does not really have much time for me because he is in college and needs his own time and friends. Oh yes, I forgot number 12, which can be seen as a blessing and a curse - my only daughter who is almost 30 and had been living with us - helping out tremendously with every manner of home stuff - moved in with her older brother to help take care of his children so his wife could get a full-time job outside the home selling business. I miss her every single day. In other good news, my sister and my husband are speaking to one another again...subsequent to the long hours together in the hospital with my mom. The State of Florida is still in a bad way economically, so for the third year in a row, my husband and I have not gotten even cost of living raises. Which is one reason for the problems financially.<br /><br />My boss always says that if I wrote a novel about all of the crap that happens in my life, no one would believe it could possibly be true. I wake up every morning hoping it is a nightmare that will go away when I put my feet on the floor. But no, it is all very real.<br /><br />BUT, I woke up this morning with my typical optimism, that things would be better in 2009. The right man was elected, we will hopefully get on the right path, I still have a good job, my husband has a good job - if you met me on the street, you might think I was fairly normal. And maybe I was until about 11 this morning. Then my life and hope crashed. HARD. My daughter-in-law called to tell me my son had been arrested. Possession with intent to sell. Marijuana. That is when I knew that last year was a lark, a walk in the park. And that I better buck the fuck up and put on my big girl pants because things are getting ready to get really bad. I don't even have enough money to get him out of jail or hire an attorney. I don't know what to do next. Who to call. When to stop crying and get on with it. I don't know how to go to work on Monday. I don't know how to go to sleep. I am not sure I know how to pray. Lord knows I have tried. I don't know how to care about any thing else. I wish I had a friend. I wish I was someone who knew how to fix this mess. I wish his father gave a shit - his response was "He didn't call me, I have other things to worry about, let me know what you do." Fuck you, as always you never have anything constructive to say to me. I wish my son was okay, but he isn't.<br /><br />So Happy New Year, 2009. I held my arms open for you and all I got was punched in the gut and a broken heart. Welcome.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-72995519185865398532008-10-20T12:26:00.003-06:002008-10-20T14:47:51.823-06:00So my mother is dying<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc2nMBWPsmbOiJgkjr_xahx4fLW0OPFK9Kt7Jgo3et0qd5Nec5BRpvUisb6WQajxmBVTHgbdzv9zkEeQQOjsKbfaYkf7ohG1QfeCrI2NV8DKwojyZv0aOJ5mnJVnl-tky8hyphenhyphenFyGcCbk7D/s1600-h/IMG_0118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKc2nMBWPsmbOiJgkjr_xahx4fLW0OPFK9Kt7Jgo3et0qd5Nec5BRpvUisb6WQajxmBVTHgbdzv9zkEeQQOjsKbfaYkf7ohG1QfeCrI2NV8DKwojyZv0aOJ5mnJVnl-tky8hyphenhyphenFyGcCbk7D/s320/IMG_0118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259340406528490722" /></a><br />My mother was hospitalized last Monday. She has been diagnosed with COPD, CHF, and another bunch of ABCs that mean little to us. What has been important is that she seems to have lost her will to live. She told me that she is tired. She is tired of being tired. After five days of not eating or drinking anything to speak of, she told me that there was no point because she was going to die anyway. When I asked her how she knew that, other than the fact that we all are going to die sooner or later, she said that God told her it was her time. Because I know that the right thing to do is to let her go if it really is her time, I told her that I loved her and God speed. Then I walked outside and cried and cried. Difficult stuff friends.<br />Love,<br />FlusiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-7317846889879230552008-09-08T11:36:00.003-06:002008-09-08T12:12:10.500-06:00Trouble in WhovilleIn spite of having a zillion (free) books to read, I have been in a bit of a funk. I cannot seem to motivate myself to do anything beyond the basics. I clean, do laundry, check on my online students, and play with the dogs. My husband is in a bit of a funk as well, so we just sit together and try not to cry. I am a smidgen worried about the presidential election and while I will not blame my own personal funk on the masses, I just hate seeing how close the election still is and cannot understand HOW in the f-ing world anyone thinks there is a choice. Or perhaps it is all so polarized that neither side can see how the other side feels. I am a registered Independent, so I just don't go vote down party lines. But this time, so much is at stake. But I just had to look back over the last president's two terms and the decision was not hard, even in the deep South....sorry folks, I live here and know how (stupid) people can be. Here is MY short list:<br /><ul><li>Over the last eight years, our (meaning mine and my husband's) personal income has dropped - literally, not just as a result of the cost of living increases that are also outrageous. I currently work two jobs - as a librarian and then teaching a marketing class online. My husband had to change positions and take a rather large pay decrease. Not enough money folks. </li><li>My daughter graduated from college with student loans and cannot find a job to save her life - which is in her own hands, I might add, because she has no health insurance - CANNOT AFFORD her own health insurance and is trying to deal with a lifelong seizure disorder from a birth injury ON HER OWN. And did I mention her student loans? They are also due now. HA! </li><li>My oldest son is a mortgage broker - you can imagine how well that is going! Guess what his wife does? Yep, a realtor! All the eggs in the wrong basket this time. Two beautiful sons who they are sending to parochial school, sacrificing even more.</li><li>Middle son - married, works full time. NO HEALTH INSURANCE because he cannot afford it. And eat or live. Wife - full time student whose financial aid was cut this school year. Why? Because between them they made a whopping $20,000 last year. Don't get me wrong, people exist on far less, but come on. BTW, they have lost three pregnancies in the last two years. Our free clinic just can't seem to help them and they cannot afford a specialist who said to come in for a one hour consult would be between $100 and $300. In my stupidity, I asked why would it be different for the same amount of time. Response - it depends on what you talk about...whatever, give me an f-ing break, your words cost different amounts. I think I need to remember that.</li><li>Youngest son - graduated from high school, has scholarships for college. Life seems to be going well for him, but I wonder what sort of world he will inherit from us.</li></ul><p>So you see, from where I am sitting, there is no choice. The decision was made for me because one candidate says the economy is fine, healthcare must be earned, work harder! The other candidate understands that I am working as hard as I can for all of my family. There are not too many more hours in the day. If there were, I would work even harder...look for a third job. In fact, I am looking because I work for the State of Florida and that is not going so well either - we are faced with another 10% budget cut for the second year. We are being told that we must do more with less. I am exhausted. No wonder I am in a FUNK. Then I open C*N*N and see the top headline that the election is a dead tie. All I can say is that you people must be in much better shape than I am both financially and emotionally, because I have had ENOUGH!</p><p>one tired and disgusted LibrarysCat</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-24532596189859312962008-08-03T19:44:00.000-06:002008-08-03T19:44:42.978-06:00Barrier Island Girl<a href="http://barrierislandgirl.blogspot.com/">Barrier Island Girl</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-75134688547875051252008-07-03T07:13:00.004-06:002008-07-03T07:49:19.684-06:00Hat for Baby and The Chihuahua Pit<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVJ0MoKSZKkVQGJBYZdJoIbIkvN4X1yd1W5THGjKy9gk_pJ8qRJvcqsgDcMEGnQh4f503dzsFptEtZXHJVlQBrz0kNxOzwlrb8g4ixSd52dPjqmCFua4xicIwU4fCxDMmvTU605zQUe_H/s1600-h/Donna's+hat+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218781938426106018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVJ0MoKSZKkVQGJBYZdJoIbIkvN4X1yd1W5THGjKy9gk_pJ8qRJvcqsgDcMEGnQh4f503dzsFptEtZXHJVlQBrz0kNxOzwlrb8g4ixSd52dPjqmCFua4xicIwU4fCxDMmvTU605zQUe_H/s320/Donna's+hat+001.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>One of my student assistants taught me how to make a hat. So I made this little hat for my friend's new baby. We started with a chain of about 40, then joined it with a slip stitch. The hardest part was the first row of single crochets around the chain. The most important thing is that you have to make sure that you do not get the chain twisted. You continue around and around with single crochets until the height reaches where you think the crown of the head might be. Then you skip every other stitch around until you finally only have one little stitch left. This happens fairly quickly! You tie it off and it is done. We added a little flower on the side and my first hat is complete! Now to try to make one for my husband - <em>sans </em>flower of course!</div><div> </div><div> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPzr1dY04Z37PTWsVKVHfXNsZf3D1x7nXsW7AmP_KJLXmRsAZBMTnFgop6wncM2ZHM5TWfoUm8evMDzXtYZ-4N3d-YJS6Saq6IMyiz_v7lxfr4FkhcJqojN8LrCPU9T_Zak2xssY0sglU/s1600-h/Puppies+June+2008+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218784118372971298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibPzr1dY04Z37PTWsVKVHfXNsZf3D1x7nXsW7AmP_KJLXmRsAZBMTnFgop6wncM2ZHM5TWfoUm8evMDzXtYZ-4N3d-YJS6Saq6IMyiz_v7lxfr4FkhcJqojN8LrCPU9T_Zak2xssY0sglU/s320/Puppies+June+2008+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>When we are at home watching movies, my place is in the middle of the chihuahua pit! While it is difficult to see all of them, I am sitting in the middle of ten dogs. They absolutely love this time. They are the most spoiled animals in the world.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-4062359007595820472008-06-23T03:43:00.002-06:002008-06-23T03:46:19.680-06:00It's a GirlMy dear friend, Sweetness, had a baby girl on the 19th. I know that she and her family are delighted with the beautiful little one. I am so proud of her - she wanted to labor and she did. Unfortunately, she also had to have another C-section, which she did not want, but it seemed to be necessary. Both mom and baby are doing well.<br />I am working on a blanket for the little one and will try to get it done ASAP so that she will have it when she gets home from the hospital. In the meantime, all good wishes and love go out to mom and daughter. <br />LibrarysCatUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-2932701926525317802008-06-18T06:01:00.006-06:002008-06-18T07:42:28.128-06:00Back in the blogging saddle<div><div>I have been so busy with puppies and grading and reading that I have not been posting here like I wanted to in the beginning. The desire is no less, but the follow-through has been less than stellar. So what have we been doing at the Flusi House?</div><br /><div></div><div>The puppies are almost six months old and they are a handful. Because no one but us and half our family can tolerate so many dogs, the puppies are not terrible socialable. The only place they go is to the vet, so going out is not really their idea of fun. It took us quite some time - probably four months - but the puppies or babies as we really call them are fully integrated into the clan. </div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGoVQCWZB-F7yqS_pifHZCVyDE5KpiUHE6w4GHHcMwGjsXLBMRp6r-za-JVG3P_HawCHlL4sy_LG1TBuj8q6BM4810ip_PvnhLPvPbyWV48YtTJbjYP82mAy69ylEKmODZ8_uliFdjuqH/s1600-h/May2008+050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213192307572540642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGoVQCWZB-F7yqS_pifHZCVyDE5KpiUHE6w4GHHcMwGjsXLBMRp6r-za-JVG3P_HawCHlL4sy_LG1TBuj8q6BM4810ip_PvnhLPvPbyWV48YtTJbjYP82mAy69ylEKmODZ8_uliFdjuqH/s320/May2008+050.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div>They now stay with the other dogs - in other words, instead of ruling one room, they roam freely in the whole house. They sleep with us and I am considering getting a twin bed to add to our king size bed, so that everyone has room. I guess I would have to make new sheets or something because I just doubt they sell triple king sheets! Anyway, they are what we come home for every night...and how we spend our weekends. I think we are about to return to life as it was before puppies - you know, having people over, walking without shuffling feet, cuddling in a lump on the love seat.</div><br /><div></div><div>I have been crocheting a bit and wish that I had a grandmother who could teach me with her hands wrapped around mine. I have looked at EVERY website and thumbed through every book, but nothing replaces live help so most of what I crochet is the same stitch and the same basic result - a blanket of some sort for someone I love. So --- longing to do something different, I made a trip to our local yarn store thinking perhaps they taught crochet as they do knitting (which I have tried to no avail). The very not-so-sweet lady who owns the shop says to me, Well I know how to crochet, but really what is there to teach - I mean you only use one or two basic stitches that I could teach - the rest of them are pattern specific and who would bother to learn them unless you were working on a project. And who wants to make a crocheted project anyway - there is nothing you can make that you can wear (come on crocheters, defend me here) and you use twice as much yarn and it is too heavy even to be used as a blanket. Blinking widely, I say - well, what about a granny square, can you teach me that? She says, well you just crochet in a circle. Hell, even I know that, but I could use some direction. She finishes by saying, what in the world would you do with a granny square? I walk out the door thinking that if I knew how to make one, maybe I would figure out what to do with them. So in the meantime, I am making blankets. Here is one I recently finished for my brand new grand nephew (making me a great Aunt):</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213215845531797810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVfGrJdXG5VTVv8WMCzz82LtGTPVGbJvveX3u0sv-EvwCBaf65rqGoHh4maNciLIUZxqA9DC2u-MId5HSm3xikPcAVmUtgrzYXolWBvICopa7iwvewy84hHNiP3GtGChyBrrqjdCSKjKOW/s320/JB+blanket2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div>And finally, I have been reading. I have been quite lucky in getting a few Advanced Reader Copies of some very interesting books. If you are interested, try <a href="http://www.shelf-awareness.com/">Shelf Awareness</a> and, of course, <a href="http://www.librarything.com/er/list">Library Things Early Reviewer </a>program. While I love getting the free books, it is the surprise and the process that I really love. I also belong to two groups that I really enjoy that are associated with books: <a href="http://newberryproject.blogspot.com/">The Newberry Project </a>and <a href="http://www.ringsurf.com/ring/nr551/">Tuesday Thingers Ring - Books and Blogs</a>. As you can probably guess, I spend way too much time on the internet! Another wonderful discovery of late is <a href="http://dailylit.com/">DailyLit</a> - a wonderful site where you can have entire books emailed to you in small 5 minute reading increments. I just finished Jane Austen's <em>Emma </em>this way and it was an excellent way to fill empty minutes. You can also visit my <a href="http://libraryscat.blogspot.com/">Book Blog</a>.</div><br /><div></div><div>Finally, it is summer in Florida and we are enjoying the beach. We usually go with the grandsons, so there is sandcastle building and destroying, shell searching, eating, and overall glee! Now, if we could just rid the world of jellyfish and sharks, we would be fine. Last time we went to the beach, a friend came along with his boat and we saw two schools of jumping dolphins, a zillion little brown and clear jellyfish (noen up close and personal, thank God), a rather large lemon shark right off the coast, a sea turtle and every manner of tiny fish. Life is good on the coast. </div><br /><div></div><div>Another thing that comes with the summer is a good barbeque and we have had our fair share. Last one was a delight with shrimp, grilled chicken, grilled corn, and a ton of vegetables. To finish it off was a Pea-Pickin Cake. If you have never tried one, here is a picture:</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d9YODChGhfCP2AMc3wokKKnvrg7Qd_Nb9QohcnNwgOrlhy9EeTbx58699aZ634bMG2cqMRnrUvf_H1Kti-kIJTaPN-nbQp_rwCqIahGgfE7283o5zxkwFR2yTNRt4RHbLwmo3w48Ubib/s1600-h/May2008+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213198375877342178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9d9YODChGhfCP2AMc3wokKKnvrg7Qd_Nb9QohcnNwgOrlhy9EeTbx58699aZ634bMG2cqMRnrUvf_H1Kti-kIJTaPN-nbQp_rwCqIahGgfE7283o5zxkwFR2yTNRt4RHbLwmo3w48Ubib/s320/May2008+074.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-48838722183056959492008-02-16T11:58:00.017-06:002008-03-03T14:56:29.398-06:00Three weeks, 5 days<div align="left"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMvu_i8-p-Jv1FJAC3WbXfNDQarv0HEpTTmQR9yaAJ14jN_ZRo0CCUKZUAw9WAav4D8Ci26yH1ZVrj22A4vy8EH2fpgtpDfrgIMP7Q8HxzC27_sd7jFOrHR59s3JXklMiLRdVYm9c24WS/s1600-h/Three+weeks+old+13.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167639972025787362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" height="199" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMvu_i8-p-Jv1FJAC3WbXfNDQarv0HEpTTmQR9yaAJ14jN_ZRo0CCUKZUAw9WAav4D8Ci26yH1ZVrj22A4vy8EH2fpgtpDfrgIMP7Q8HxzC27_sd7jFOrHR59s3JXklMiLRdVYm9c24WS/s400/Three+weeks+old+13.jpg" width="257" border="0" /></a><br />We had our first big outing today! To the vet's office to be weighed for dewormer. What a trip! Together we weigh as much as most newborn puppies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikohcUWJ-ITTxwjVJoTBFSc8Is9WguFjiq91Ir6Z7Nzwu5MWk0zh2JSnE6YFlAeAqrmxFwHWlTGHljbXD9D15J5f1ja_Jgk-Oeb5wiCxHI7k7kwRrG_lWRDv4O8Trnqi1NQQMRVB2JvQQh/s1600-h/Three+weeks+old+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167640547551405042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikohcUWJ-ITTxwjVJoTBFSc8Is9WguFjiq91Ir6Z7Nzwu5MWk0zh2JSnE6YFlAeAqrmxFwHWlTGHljbXD9D15J5f1ja_Jgk-Oeb5wiCxHI7k7kwRrG_lWRDv4O8Trnqi1NQQMRVB2JvQQh/s200/Three+weeks+old+3.jpg" width="118" border="0" /></a>Izzy - I started out as the smallest and today I weighed the most - 0.9 lbs</div><br /><div align="right"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPiQXrWl3v4qmJILWT7IA9l5HMGpwYrSk0NQoRztZnIq4Z7v2QSiA3CZQf-o1k3Mgnf0gitUD-cHHLG1KlZ4BldOeRGBrG0EohgJ-IEXWwJYweg25Hf688_I7MyvXjvvtCabmwk_xJ8FG/s1600-h/Three+weeks+old+10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167641135961924610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="100" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVPiQXrWl3v4qmJILWT7IA9l5HMGpwYrSk0NQoRztZnIq4Z7v2QSiA3CZQf-o1k3Mgnf0gitUD-cHHLG1KlZ4BldOeRGBrG0EohgJ-IEXWwJYweg25Hf688_I7MyvXjvvtCabmwk_xJ8FG/s200/Three+weeks+old+10.jpg" width="117" border="0" /></a>Kate - I was the smallest today at 0.7 lbs. </div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGSEw4PE-LKxcGDoFR4tlfkpl1XWWTTkC7FcB7YlybHzAGZRoG_H1fNA17e1Ar81u_Y5j750rlGfiKZTvJpC8Kptvnx6Hql3Yb545mG7ea6ehrQ6jaXV6sAviqxl1YSz3DW30Wu-YdVPU/s1600-h/Three+weeks+old+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167641913351005202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="102" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZGSEw4PE-LKxcGDoFR4tlfkpl1XWWTTkC7FcB7YlybHzAGZRoG_H1fNA17e1Ar81u_Y5j750rlGfiKZTvJpC8Kptvnx6Hql3Yb545mG7ea6ehrQ6jaXV6sAviqxl1YSz3DW30Wu-YdVPU/s200/Three+weeks+old+4.jpg" width="127" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">MoJo and Buster - we both weighed 0.8 lbs - but we don't really like to eat food - we prefer to nurse!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br /><br /><br />None of us minded the medicine. We were back at home and in our playpen with our Mom, so it was all good. The puppies are lovely and we play with them all the time...they are growling and jumping and biting (with no teeth) and trying to run! Hard to believe they are almost a month old. What joy they bring to our lives!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Flusi</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-84304466732274678272008-01-25T08:54:00.001-06:002008-01-25T08:56:58.555-06:00Puppies<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGvuym4nXUhFW-bYfLsjMVFn_ERdF6MzTDo-O0ROnW0USrfgXH3VwLr54U4Ah1o_YTu2cPf1BmBGaZ18IZJ69jnWlDYiOvGShsq2eTDBsDu-XSOWpAIb5YdrvhGDyvyMn6jZ6US0OerWh/s1600-h/puppies+little+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159427893531140434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGvuym4nXUhFW-bYfLsjMVFn_ERdF6MzTDo-O0ROnW0USrfgXH3VwLr54U4Ah1o_YTu2cPf1BmBGaZ18IZJ69jnWlDYiOvGShsq2eTDBsDu-XSOWpAIb5YdrvhGDyvyMn6jZ6US0OerWh/s320/puppies+little+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Wonders of all wonders. We have puppies! Our beautiful Chihuahua female gave birth by C-section to these four lovely puppies on Monday January 21! We have both the mom (short coat) and the dad (long coat), so the whole family is doing wonderfully.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-29782934518578553792007-11-13T15:15:00.000-06:002007-11-13T15:17:47.862-06:00Unconscious Mutterings<ol><li>Treadmill :: Painful</li> <br /><li>Stroke :: me, stroke me!</li> <br /><li>Exclusively :: all mine</li> <br /><li>Lash :: out</li> <br /><li>Red carpet :: Roll it out, baby</li> <br /><li>Credit card:: debt</li> <br /><li>Points :: bullets</li> <br /><li>Domestic :: violence</li> <br /><li>21 :: age of consent - for what, I am not sure??</li> <br /><li>Inject :: humor</li> <br /></ol>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3002238220130535385.post-11397660627701504012007-11-05T08:19:00.000-06:002007-11-05T08:22:49.309-06:00Unconscious mutterings<ol><li>Assets :: Fixed, or personal, not sure I have either</li> <br /><li>Concern :: caring</li> <br /><li>Over the top :: Halloween party by local professor</li> <br /><li>Supplies :: Hurricane, Thank you Lord for sparing our area of any of these for the last two years</li> <br /><li>Mustache :: my baby has the best one</li> <br /><li>Doug :: brother-in-law</li> <br /><li>Coach :: help</li> <br /><li>Bleachers :: baseball</li> <br /><li>Stripes :: White - bringing to mind social anxiety</li> <br /><li>Assortment :: colors</li> <br /></ol> <br /><br />Visit <a href="http://subliminal.lunanina.com">LunaNina</a> to play along<br /><br />FlusiUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0