Friday, October 27, 2006

Emma's very bad week. A poem

Emma fell down on Sunday.

A stitch here a stitch there.

Emma fall down on Wednesday.

Blood here, blood there.

A Call

A Call

School calls to pick up your kid.

Emma gets sick on Thursday. Really sick.

100 - 101- 102 degrees

Puke here, puke there. 

sleep is good.

Emma sleeps

Drugs  make Emma better.

Emma is well on Friday and goes to her Fall Festival

The End. ( Pictures to the left.)

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Oh my. This is yummy.

So I thought that I should fill you in on what we did on our weekend.

 Mom and I took the tots to Pumpkin land to buy overpriced pumpkins, ride a train made of barrels, jump in a jumpy house that is not completely inflated and pet a 700 lb pig. The pictures are to the left.

We then went to Mervyns and purchased every pillow they were selling. I also scored my entire guest room d├ęcor for about $25. They were having this killer 75% off sale. I usually don’t like going into Mervyns because their building is stuffy and hot. But despite the uncomfortableness, two pillows for $6.99 are a great deal.

Yadda Yadda Yadda, then to Sunday. Which I like to call:

Tatum Togetherness Time.

We went to lunch at a place that shall remain nameless because they were very nice and comped our meal despite what I am about to tell you. We ordered our food and began eating the way we Tatum’s do, so quick and fast that I swear to you I once bit my finger while eating a French fry  thinking that it too, was a potato.

Anyway, Jeff was wolfing down his fried crawfish when something “not right” was also breaded and deep fried. A nut and bolt. That is right, a nut and bolt was breaded and deep fried and laying there amongst the catfish, crawfish and ettoufee. I went to get the manager and being the neurotic sap I am, began to worry that they would think this was a scam we pulled to get free meals. We were going to IHOP next to find a toe in the Funnel Cakes. The manager came over and inspected the bolt. To say he was sorry would be an understatement. He just about offered to wash our car and give Jeff a pedicure. He was THAT sorry. But he comped our meal and thanked us for being so low key and cool about it. Our waiter came up to us and whispered, “What did you find because they are not telling us.” Jeff told him and he was visually horrified. But it’s all good. We went to Target and spent the money we saved on lunch.

We are working hard o clean up the backyard. My parents had a spa and gazebo on one side and a collection of broken coolers on the other. Not to mention the 500 sticks of bamboo, 300 golf balls, 56 rubber balls, and broken lawn chairs that were “too good to toss.”

Well, we tossed everything. We started months ago not realizing how much wood was involved in a 22 year old gazebo. We still have sections of it we have to toss. But everything else? Gone, gone, gone. We had put a 1912 push lawn mower out for the garbage and it was gone in 15 minutes. It didn’t even push anymore it was so rusted up. But someone in my neighborhood was watching our every move and it was gone before the trash man came. We purchased a fire pit for the backyard which is yummy beyond words. We love it. So did Emma who felt the need to do the dance of the 5 year old. Apparently that dance involves standing on our glider and belly flopping to the cement below. Our next trip? Hospital, where according to Jeff it was kids night. Don’t worry about Emma. The new adhesive / glue/ stitches and she will be as good as new.  So she  will never be a teen model, Emma wants to be a fairy princess anyway.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Got peanuts? And a better digital camera?

UGH!!!!!!!!! Former president Jimmy Carter came to the station and every shot is blurry because of my camera. So as you look at the picture be sure to shake your head violently back and forth and it should look fine. He and his son, Jack came to our station to do our political show. Man oh man, for a guy in his 80's he sure has all of his marbles. It was exciting. Secret service came to check everything out first. In this shot I literally pushed people out of the way to get the picture. And it is BLURRY!!!!!!!!! More blurry pictures to the left.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Because chaos is my favorite color

I just signed the girls up for a painting class and a cooking class. As soon as I wrote it in my calendar I thought, I have to take them to theses classes now.  Every Tuesday and Thursday the girls will be creating magic. Alyssa wants to take a skate boarding class. She has the balance of…of..of… well of me. And that isn’t good.

We have done Ballet, gymnastics, ice skating, cooking, crafting, ceramics…. We are trying to find their niche. The one thing that they don’t want to quit after two weeks.

They don’t seem to be very interested in sports at all.  I just want them to get into as many activities as possible. Alyssa is in choir and she will be a peer mediator again. I am excited to see what Emma interests are because right now they are food, fairytopia and dress up. With those qualifications she can be a fairy princess.

Monday, October 16, 2006

Happy Birthday Baby Boy! We love ya over here at the hut.

Thursday, October 12, 2006

what is up

I am going to tell you what one of our big projects is. On of the two I have been speaking about. Jeff is starting his own business! He is not quitting his job. No way by any means is that happening. He just wants to do this on the side. It will be a gun appraisal company. He has been doing gun appraisals for over 15 years. Always for other companies. It is time that he took his research and knowledge and used it for his own benefit. We are going through the licensing process and have already completed 2 out of three steps. We hope to be up and running by November. I am trying to get his business cards in order. My brother made this AMAZING logo for us.  I am telling you all of this because there will be a time in the near future where I am bitching and complaining about Jeff not spending time with the family. So just be aware of my groaning.

I got a condolence card from my vet in the mail yesterday. It was handwritten and very sweet.  Jeff and I are talking about dogs we would want. We won’t get one until after the New Year since we are going to Laguna for Christmas. It is hard. Spooky is getting older and he can’t jump on the bed anymore. He is a lot peppier since we take him for walks every night and today he is getting groomed. Nothing like an old fashioned butt squeezing to get your puppy back.


Sunday, October 8, 2006

Because Jeff doesn't read my Blawwwwg.

I can write whatever I want about him. Friday was a very bad, sad, bummer day. We put Otis down, And I know that you are sick of hearing about already but tough titty, It is my Blaaaawwwwgg. I can write what I want.

Thursday night I had had the talk with Alyssa and told her what was happening. She was very sad but understood that he was in pain and she didn't like seeing him like that. Now follow me on this. I made a crucial mistake, I did not say anything to Emma. I know, she has feelings too but you have to understand the relationship between Emma and the animals. There wasn't any. She basically ignored them. She would see him lying in the same spot for two days and thought nothing of it. I called my boss and told him what I had to do and that I would be in late. When I told Jeff this he got mad. He said that he wanted to go alone. I told him that I was going and that was that. Now I know why he wanted to go by himself.

Jeff is a man's man. He doesn't show emotion. This used to bother me but I got used to it. I have seen him cry once. A very close friend of our was murdered. Understandably it was a horrible experience but that is another blog entry. He cried and cried with me. He claims he cried when he watched Legends of The Fall, but I never saw any tears.

On Friday, we put Otis in the car. That itself was sad. Otis' hips had gone out. He could not walk or stand without difficulty. As we drove to the vet, I lost it. Silently I was crying because I didn't want to upset Otis. He always sensed when we were sad. I looked around for a tissue in Jeff's car. He usually kept a roll of toilet paper around. I couldn't find any but saw that Jeff reached back and found a napkin. I thought he was going to give it to me but he wiped his cheek. That was all I needed to start the heaves. Jeff was crying over his loyal trusting pup. It was a silent ride. When we got there he told me to give him a few minutes. The vet was a blur because I was hysterical. They were wonderful though. Very caring and sweet. The vet said that he could railroad us for hundreds of dollars to keep him going for a few months but he was a firm believer of quality of life.

That was it, that was the end of an incredible ten years with a dog so wonderful he could have been a real life Lassie. When I left for work, I hugged Jeff and he sobbed on my shoulder. It was a very painful day for him.

But then there was Emma. Emma, who I completely underestimated. After I picked up Alyssa and told her what happened. She was sad but not too bad. I told her that I wanted to tell Emma by myself. We picked her up and I told Alyssa to wait in the car while I sat on a bench with her sister. Emma was really happy because there was a party at school. She was jabbering about her goodie bag. I said " Emma, Otis died today. He was really sick."

This moment will be in my memory for the rest of my life. I swear that to you. The look of shock and sadness was startling to me. She said " Otis is dead?! But he was my friend." She then started to cry loudly with giant tears. "Otis was my dog, Spooky was Alyssa's but Otis was mine. and I never got to play with him." It was not a good day. Alyssa came out of the car and they hugged each other and cried together. When we got into the car to go, Emma said, " I was so happy when I went to school but now I am just so sad." And there in my 1999 Ford Escort. my heart broke into a million pieces and I realized that being an adult sometimes sucks rocks.

That was my Friday, October 6th, 2006. If I rated my days in a journal it would have been a D-.

 We are talking about getting another dog but I need time.

We spent all day Sunday cleaning up the back yard. It was a good workout and we didn't have anytime to think about it anymore. By the way, thank you so much for the emails and phone calls and understanding. It really helped.

Thursday, October 5, 2006

Otis 1996-2006

When I looked at my calender I realized that Otis was born October 8, 1996. He is exactly ten years old. Tomorrow Jeff and I are taking him in to see the vet. Otis is in pain. And for as much as this dog has given to me and my family, he deserves a chance to be in heaven where he can run and eat all of the pig ears he wants to.

Being an adult sucks

Man oh Man. Be careful what you write about because it may come true.  I came home last night and Otis was lying on the ground. He was looking up at me but he didn’t get up to greet us like he normally does.  I went to get the mail and when I came back, he was in the same spot. His hips have given out on him and he can’t get up. I knew this was coming. He is almost 11 years old. We have moved into a house that has made things worse for him, and he has bad hips. Keeping him alive is purely selfish. We love him. We need him and I can’t imagine living without him. This is my dog that can say “I love you” He will give you his paw anytime you sit near him. And he will always put his paw on the back of any child lying next to him.  He is the dog that would stash toys behind a bucket in the backyard. He would never rip apart a toy but only lick it to nothing. He is the dog who, when he first met the baby Spooky, took his paw and smashed it down on his silly puppy head.  He is our dog, our security and our friend. And the idea of letting him go is killing all of us.  

Wednesday, October 4, 2006

This is a picture of my nieces and nephew in Texas. Adorable!


You know you complain about things all the time while you have it but as soon as they are gone you miss it?  My mom used to complain about our Lhasa Apso, Coco all the time. When Coco died, my mom took it hard.  I complain about Spooky. Spooky is my Bassett Hound. He smells. He drools. He leans, he is a close talker, he will do anything to get food and he is getting old. Old like he is losing his spunk and he is not the playful floppy eared pup anymore.  He sleeps a lot now. Yes I know, he is a Bassett, they sleep, but he sleeps all the time now, even when we are eating which he has never done. Both of my dogs are old. Otis is 10 and Spooky is 9. Our new house is killing Otis. The stairs are too much for him. And even though common sense would tell Otis not to climb them because you have to go back down again.. That is not Otis’s MO. He has to check on the girls when they sleep and he has to sleep at the floor of our bed. He has too. He is very protective. I love and hate these dogs. But it is killing me to see them deteriorate like this.  I guess it was kind of mean to bring in a crazy, psycho, kitten to rev them up. She shakes her little cat butt at them and dares them to catch her. She gets bored with them. They couldn’t care less. It makes her pissy.

Monday, October 2, 2006

well, this sucks rocks

These school shooting are scaring the crap out of me. We have guns, I grew up around guns. So did Jeff. Jeff has taught the girls the proper use of guns, that you don’t play with them and if you want to see them, ask him. The same way I was taught. It kills me that I can teach my girls the proper etiquette around guns and some asshole will run into a school and God Forbid, blow them away. The same goes for driving drunk. I will tell the girls over and over to never get into a car with someone who was drinking or to call me when you can’t drive and again some asshole driving drunk will run into them. God forbid.

It is not fair. You raise these kids, give them band aids when they fall, take care of them when they are sick, teach them about life, fall in love with them and some jerk off takes it all away from you in a single moment. It breaks my heart.

Here is a note to the next guy to take hostages and blow people away before killing himself. Skip the middle men and just kill yourself. No big loss.

Sunday, October 1, 2006

Day of Atonement

Isn't it sad that I have had nothing to write about? Don't you feel sorry for me? There are things I WANT to write about but I can't ........ I won't. You can't make me.  Well, There are several projects we are working on like I said. One is taking up all of my free time. But it is a good thing. I will tell you this week, I promise.

Tomorrow (Monday) Is Yom Kippor. The Day of Atonement. It is the day that you do nothing but pray and ask God for forgiveness. You don't eat, sleep, bathe or anything. Then at sundown you break the fast and gorge with friends. I have never done this. I am not saying I don't have sins because baby.. I do. Some of them are private sins with myself, some are obvious. Gluttony is one. I am a large woman who eats plentiful.

But here are some that I am sorry for.

1. Yelling at the girls when they are just being kids.

2. Complaining to Jeff that he needs to be more aggressive at work but then complaining to him again when he is not home with us because he has to work.

3. Being lazy. There are more things I could do with the girls. Things that don't cost money like the library or the park.

4. Not being truthful with myself about things I truly want and need.

5. Only living up to half of my personal expectations

6. Spending too much time on the computer and phone.

Geesh, I told you I had nothing to write about. This is hideous.