She's leaving us...

Emily

I love her and she's the best. calm, loving, cuddly, never loud or mean.

I'm not an animal person, but I love this dog. About a year ago, she got sick. Wasn't eating much, getting "sick" and just not looking good. So we took her to the vet. She had diabetes and her blood sugar levels were out of this world. It took the vet a week to stabilize her levels enough to send her home with us. And the insuline. 2 shots a day... and she HAS to eat immediately after the shot. Well, she's refusing to eat now. What do you do?

Our best guess is that she's about 13 years old. The humane society told us that she was two when Jeff picked her up in 2001. She was more like six. I think vets fall back on the 2 age frame to tell you that it's an adult dog.

As I said before, I am not an animal person. My heart is breaking for this little dog. We're going to take care of her. I appreciate that Jeff and I have always agreed on the principals of our pets and how to take care of them. No fighting or crying... just do what needs to be done. Jules is going to miss her... but she'll probably forget her before long. That is so sad to me... because she is the best.

Update: Jeff sent me this story that he wrote a couple of years ago. (In case you aren't aware, Jeff's a freelance writer - in his spare time - and is published frequently in the Dallas Morning News and Fort Worth Star Telegram.)

A Tale of Two Tails

Pets are family that you get to pick out, unlike the odd assortment of goofballs and misfits that you’re stuck with for real family. They’re like furry little family members, with their own furry little personalities. The personality you pick out is important. You don’t want to spend the next ten-to-fourteen years with a dog with an attitude problem (I say dog there because that is not an option with cats). But you don’t always really have a choice, sometimes they pick you out.

Here’s the phrase that brought Diablo (the gigantic orange tabby) into my family: Crazy Mike turned to me and said, “Whichever one of these kittens you don’t take home is gonna die.”

During my sophomore year in college, I decided I was ready for my first four-legged pet. I hadn’t had much luck with hermit crabs and other assorted tragic critters, but I figured a kitten would be a good fit for my wacky bachelor lifestyle. But apparently it wasn’t the right ‘season’ for kittens. I had no idea cats had ‘seasons’, I figured they just got it on whenever the mood struck. So after much effort searching humane societies, shelters, etc, I found an ad in the paper offering kittens for twenty bucks. My friend Crazy Mike and I showed up at what may have been the most wretched apartment I’ve ever visited. The owners explained to us in choppy English that the momma cat had taken a turn for the worse and couldn’t walk anymore, leaving these four-week old kittens to fend for themselves.

One of the kittens was trying to nurse on the sickly momma cat who looked nearly dead in the corner of the room. This was the point where I realized that we were no longer kitten shopping; we were going to save one of these sad creatures from imminent doom. I got the lively little orange boy, who later ended up completely squandering my savings in vet bills before I got him healthy. Now he’s the gigantic nine-year-old lion of a cat who rules my household.

Here’s the phrase that brought Emily (my goofball Chihuahua) into my family: I told the shelter clerk, “I want the ugliest dog you got.”

About four years ago, I decided that Diablo could use a playmate. I was still single at the time and felt our little family duo could use a third critter. I have a soft spot for shelter animals… it’s like death row for ugly animals. Sure, the cute little pets who can do cute little tricks will find homes. But if you’re missing an eye or a leg or something, you might as well have a puppy priest come in and read your Puppy Last Rights. So I decided that I wanted the ugliest dog I could find, one that would definitely be getting the puppy electric chair soon, or however they do it these days. I saw intelligent little dogs who stood up and pawed at the cage when I walked by, I saw adorable chubby little pups that were so cute it actually hurt to look at them, I even saw one dog filling out tax forms for people.

But in the back corner of one cage, there was this miserable little Chihuahua/ terrier mix with her back to the crowd. She had already accepted that nobody was going to take her home and wasn’t interacting with people walking by. When I tried to talk to her, she turned her face to me, showed her teeth and growled. Her eyes weren’t mean, though, they were sad and scared. I knew she was the one. As I filled out the forms, the shelter clerk whispered to me: “good thing you came in today for this one.” That day, Emily rode home from the shelter curled on my lap with her face buried in my armpit. Nowadays she can be seen sprawled out on my couch or wiggling on her back in the backyard grass with her chubby belly in the air, eyes squinted, blissfully living up her second life.

Uplifting

I get the Upper Room daily devotional in e-mail every day.

The bible verses were about the time leading up to Jesus' birth and an uplifting little testimonial. But this part really spoke to me today.

Today's Scripture

There is hope for your future, says the Lord.
-Jeremiah 31:17 (NRSV)

Prayer
God of all miracles, help us to trust you when life is uncertain. Open our eyes to see your redemption unfolding. Thank you for allowing us to be part of it. Amen.
Thought for the Day

Where can I find good news in what makes me grumble?

Prayer Focus
Someone who needs a miracle

I need to remember to take one day at a time and to not give up when things get frustrating. MANY parts of my life need this reminder. I can be an uplifting blessing to the people around me. I was going to get on here and gripe today... but thank GOD for small miracles and uplifting messages. I want to cry... last night, I wanted to give up. Today, because of God's glorious reminders of grace and faithfulness, he reminds me that I can be a blessing.

for fun

I'm having a rough day, so I thought I'd post something fun. Hopefully it pastes okay.



Summary of Life
GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED:
1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.
2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.
3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.
4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.
5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.
6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.
7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.
8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.
9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.
10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grand pa's lap.




GREAT TRUTHS THAT ADULTS HAVE LEARNED:
1) Raising teenagers is like nailing jelly to a tree.
2) Wrinkles don't hurt.
3) Families are like fudge.mostly sweet, with a few nuts.
4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.
6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.


GREAT TRUTHS ABOUT GROWING OLD
1) Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.
2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.
3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.
4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster.
5) Its frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone.


THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE:
1) You believe in Santa Claus.
2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.
3) You are Santa Claus.
4) You look like Santa Claus.


SUCCESS: ?
At age 4 success is.not piddling in your pants.
At age 12 success is.having friends.
At age 17 success is...having a drivers license.
At age 35 success is.having money.
At age 50 success is...having money.
At age 70 success is...having a drivers license.
At age 75 success is...having friends.
At age 80 success is...not piddling in your pants.


Well, the pictures didn't come with it... but that's okay. It's still funny.

Suggestions?

We're thinking of doing casseroles for Christmas day. We'll have family in and out of our house all day... So this way, we can stay out of the kitchen and have food available all day.

Suggestions?
Favorite Casserole recipes?
Comment or e-mail me at amykati@gmail.com!

Thanks!

Holiday Parties and Fun

Friday afternoon, I got off of work early and we headed down to Austin. Jeff's best friend, Adrian and his wife, Eva have a few big things going on and it's time to celebrate. Adrian just got his master's degree in Education Administration and Eva just finished her bachelors degree in Elementary Education... not to mention that Adrian's birthday was this past Thursday and Eva's is this coming Tuesday. So... big party ensues.

We stayed with Jeff's brother, Ben. Their mom lives with him and his fiancee right now, so we were also visiting Nana. Jules had a blast with all three of them (including Jamie, the fiancee). Saturday morning, Nana couldn't resist giving Jules one of her Christmas presents early. It's a cool wooden puzzle of animals. Jules loved it and was pretty good at it! Saturday evening, Jamie couldn't resist giving Jules one of her presents from her and Ben. It was a Cabbage Patch 25th Anniversary Doll that they thought looked like Jules' Mommy! Here's a fuzzy pictures of Elda Lani (the CP given name) and Jules. Pardon the quality of the pic. It's from my phone. My camera is acting up... plus I left it at my Mom's house tonight.

Jules and Nana hung out together Saturday evening while the rest of us went to Adrian and Eva's celebration. Jules got to go with us to the celebration dinner.

We ate at Juan in a Million this morning for breakfast. It's my second favorite breakfast place in Austin, but the most coveted. (IMO) I hear that they'll be featured on a Travel Channel show this week. I'm going to have to tivo it. After breakfast (at which Jules chowed down... the kid loves scrambled eggs and potatoes), we headed back to Fort Worth.

After some time to settle back in at home, and a good nap for Jules, my mom's family Christmas party was early this evening. As I said before, I left my camera at my mom's house, so hopefully (if I can get my camera to work) I can add pictures of all of the cute toddlers running around over there later. It was a blast to see all of the cousins. They loved running back and forth in my parents back yard and we all chowed on the many appetizers.

Jules banked at the party as well. The little kids exchanged names, and I'm sure that my cousin went over the $10 limit. Jules got a cool car that she DID NOT want to share. (We had a couple of sharing lessons tonight) and this Mickey Mouse that is almost as big as she is!


You can barely tell in these pictures, but there's barely a mark left on her lips(see post below). It's amazing how fast kids heal.

Another?

I'm considering starting another blog. I'd like to lose some weight, and think it would be a good accountability tactic. I've read a couple of other blogs lately where people use it to blog about their progress or detractions. One girl takes pictures of the food she eats and keeps track of her Weight Watchers POINTS that way.

I can track the exercise progress as well. Suggestions?

Poor Baby

She loves her rocking chair. We're always telling her to sit in it (she likes to sit on her knees) or not to rock so hard.

I was trying to start a fire in the fireplace, so I had my back to her and over she goes. Busted her lip real bad. She was bleeding all over the place. I feel HORRIBLE! She had to tell Daddy all about it. He said that was a good sign. Her lips were like balloons! I so hope they go down quickly.