I Am Now Dubbed, "The Crazy Wife"!

Hello all my blogging friends! I know I haven't been around much. I am so sorry! It has been one of those season in my life, where things are just really crazy.

First our Kitty dies, then Bean almost wonks her head off. Then my husband has problems with his wisdom teeth, (Which he is getting them out on Thursday)then we got the new puppy Fritz. Who is happily sleeping in my lap right now. :)

Having a puppy is almost like having a newborn. (Except you get more sleep. :) )

And no, the IRS didn't come and take us away Amy, LOL! :-D

Then, I went and did the craziest thing of all. My husband's birthday was fast approaching. I was trying to think of a creative thing to get him.Being that he is such a *good* man, husband and father, I wanted to get something that he would really like and deserve. He is always getting sunburned when he mows the lawn. So I thought about getting him one of those Dr. Livingston hats. But nope, guess what I did?!?

The idea came to me in a dream actually. I had a dream that my husband and I went skydiving together. Only I was pregnant in my dream, lol!

But when I woke, it gave me an idea. A crazy one at that. After all, I am *usually* the quiet and reserved type. The type of woman that likes to stay at home nice and safe. So what possessed me to allow him to do such a thing? I don't really know at first. But I will give you some facts as to what made me feel TONS better about allowing him to do this. ;-)

That night I asked him, "You being a happily married man, with three children, would you ever go skydiving?" "Oh yes, in a heart beat, if I had the money!"


First was the cost factor. *How* was I going to pay for this adventure since I was a stay at home mommy, on a semi-tight budget?

In talking with my best friend, she suggested I sell something on ebay. I thought and thought of what was expensive enough to sell on ebay. Then I remembered. We had a *never* used stove in our garage, mind you,sitting there for three years since our house was built. When we bought our house, we already had a nice stove and refrigerator. We didn't need this one. My husband kept saying how we needed to sell that stove and make some room in our garage.

So there it was, sitting there without a soul to wait upon. I put it on Craigslist. Only two people replied and it just didn't work out. Then I sent out a notice to my Home school group and MOPS group.

ONE person replied from those groups, and they wanted the stove. Yippee! Now I had the money to give my husband *the* perfect gift! :)

Then someone from my MOPS group emailed me, and told me that another lady in our group was an avid skydiver, as well as her husband.

I contacted her promptly and asked her a bunch of questions as to the safety of the "sport". She told me that there was a risk involved, like all things in life involved risks. I rode horses as a girl and teenager. I could of been seriously injured or killed riding them, couldn't I? My husband gets on a killer interstate everyday for work, in a teeny tiny car. God has protected him thus far hasn't he?

My MOPS friend greatly eased *most* of my fears. I was still nervous about the whole thing. Then my Mom found out. She was like, "What are you thinking?!" I rationally explained to her the risks involved, and she calmed down quite a bit. :) She could see my points, and towards the end of the conversation, seemed a bit excited to see him do this.

So I began to make the plans. My best friend was planning on coming up to visit us. (She lives about three hours away) This was already planned. In fact, we had kept making plans for her to come visit us, but for some reason or another, they couldn't. So this time she *was* coming, and she was going to help me surprise my husband.

I also invited My husband's brother's and their wives to come see it. They readily agreed to come, lol!

The night before I went to the store and bought four packages of hot dogs for the after party. My husband got home from work, and asked if my friend was bringing her friends along too. I was dozing on the couch, and just lazily said, "Ummmm Hmmmmm", even though my heart started to beat fast with worry that he was going to become suspicious.

That night I was having all sorts of weird dreams about this whole thing. The next day, I had to tell my husband all sorts of lies (Which I can't recall I have ever done!)to pull this thing off.

But then, dyslexic me, gave my friend the wrong directions and she was an hour late. So I *had* to tell my husband what was going on. I don't think I have seen him that giddy with excitement since I think he proposed to me. It felt so good to make him smile in that way!

This is what I told him.

"Um honey?"

Grunt, "Hmmmm"

"I have gone and did something crazy."

"Well you probably have and that's nothing new"

"Well, Esther was supposed to help me with this plan, but she is late, so I have to tell you. You see, you have an appointment at 3:00."

"Oh yeah, where?" said my husband

"Well, do you remember how I sold the stove and asked you if I could keep the money?"

"Yeah?" His curiosity perked up quite a bit now

"Well, I used that money to get you a birthday gift, and it is an appointment to go skydiving."

Huge Grin spreads across his face.

"And I invited your brothers, and my parents"

"They're coming too!" Starts laughing with excitement

Then he says, "So now it makes sense."

"What?" I asked

"Why you bought so many hot dogs!"

He promptly got up to go. And I waited around an extra half-hour for Esther. She finally showed up, and we left right away. When we got there, I was still nervous. But when I saw him suited up, all the anxiety left me, and I *truly* enjoyed watching my husband fall from a perfectly good airplane! :)

It was truly amazing. I could actually see him free falling in the sky. It kind of looked like a shooting star. I then saw his parachute deploy. That was a relief, let me tell you! Then a few minutes later, I saw him land softly and gently. And I saw the hugest, happiest grin as his face! $175 and all the anxiety was *soooo* worth it to see that!

And now, here are all of the pictures!

Tell me, Do you think he enjoyed it? And isn't that grin priceless?

Tackle it Tuesday~The Laundry Room

My tackle for today is the laundry room. And I am on a *very* important mission. I *need* to find our tax documents. See, our "office" is also in our laundry room. Today, as my sweet, wonderful, kind, loving, and the guy who let me get the puppy, left for work, he said, "Oh, can you do me a favor?" "What?" I asked trying to sound cheerful, because I knew he was going to ask me to do the next to impossible.

"Can you look for the tax documents? I tried looking last night, but I couldn't find them." So that is what I am doing today. Hopefully, I can post a before and after picture later. Ta Ta for now! :)

Meet Fritz :)

Bean's Banged Up Head, and Our First Emergency Adventure.

The day started out normal enough. Except with an adventure with a little Shih Tzu, but I'll blog about that on another day. :)

I lied Tiny Boy Down for a nap on my bed, and put the girls in each child's bed room for their quiet play time. They don't nap anymore, but they must be quiet during the afternoon for about two hours. They can play with a designated toy, and they get some alone time to themselves too. We all need that alone time, right?

Well, I played a bit on the computer, and I decided that that I would take a quick half hour nap with Tiny Boy. I also decided that it would be more comfy to sleep in my pajama bottoms rather than my jean skirt. My pajama bottoms had a nice huge rip in them. They are size small, and I should of probably bought a medium, lol! Tiny Boy is usually a heavy sleeper, but this time he woke up when I lied down. I was laying there pretending to be asleep hoping he would go back to sleep.

Then, I heard this funny high pitched noise and I thought it was Bean just play acting. I had heard that type of noise before, so I didn't really think much of it. Suddenly that high pitched noise became screams for "mommy". I realized that she was screaming very hard, and she wasn't bursting into my room, which isn't normal for her, when she wants to complain about something.

I rushed into her room, noticed that the ceiling fan was on, and saw Bean up on top of Sweetie's bunk huddled in a fetal position. Quickly I switched off the fan, ran over to her, and saw blood. Then I picked her up and it was gushing everywhere!

Thankfully there was a quilt right there on the bed, and I wrapped it around her head ran into the kitchen and dialed 911. Usually when something happens like this with the kids I will call my husband up and ask him what I should do. But the blanket was soaking through by the time I had gotten into the kitchen, so I decided, that to play it safe would be better.

As the phone rang 911 I remembered to telling myself that I *must* calm down, or it would be alot worse. Thankfully Bean also calmed down. And Praise the Lord that Sweetie obeyed my every instruction. I told her to go unlock the door, and to bring me my skirt, and to stay out of the way when the EMT arrived. She did beautifully!

The police arrived first. I asked her if she knew when the EMT would arrive. She said that since I live quite a ways off of the main road it would be a few minutes. She commented on how the house looked like a massacre had occurred, lol!

The EMT arrived, and oh my goodness, I remembered I was wearing my ripped pajama bottoms! YIKES! Thankfully I was sitting down on the floor, so I was OK, at that point.

They cleaned up Bean and looked at her wound. By the time they arrived the bleeding had stopped, and they informed me she would some type of suture. But her vitals were fine, and the wound wasn't serious. They all treated Bean with great care, and seemed to do good with kids . She kept talking about the man that cleaned her up. ;-)

The EMT told me that they had to recommend that she ride in the ambulance to the hospital, but that the wound could be bandaged for 12 hours before it needed to be stitched. I decided to wait until my husband got home from work to take her the hospital, so he could keep Tiny Boy at home.

The first picture you see there, is about 15 minutes after the EMT left. Then I embarrassed myself. I told the men that I couldn't move because I had a hole in my pants. They said it was ok, and laughed a bit. But oh boy, how embarrassing!

We went to the hospital, waited 2 1/2 hours before we were called back. Then waited another 1/2 hour to 45 minutes before we saw the doctor. It was a LONG night. Thankfully, I thought ahead of time and stopped at Chick-Fil-A before we went in. I also let Sweetie and Bean grab some toys to play with.

Bean's injuries were very minor. There was one little boy there who had been hit in the head by a baseball bat. We could hear them stitching him up, and it wasn't a pretty sound. All Bean needed was some special wound glue, to put her back together. She didn't like the process very much, but it was *much* better than stitches, yes?

All the nurses loved Bean. Who wouldn't? She explained to everyone just how she got hurt by the fan, and they all thought she was adorable. And she ate up the attention.

Bean is proud of her battle wounds, lol! This was before my husband arrived home from work, and after the EMT left.

The Sheets on the bed where the accident happened

The blanket I wrapped her head in
The kitchen floor.

I would like to tell you *how* she happened to get her head whacked by the fan. Our 2nd and 3rd bedrooms are *very* tiny. The bedroom she was in is 10x10. Sweetie and she share this room, and in order for them to both fit, we needed a bunk bed. The only problem is, no matter what wall you put the bed on, the fan is over part of the bed.

We now have it completely switched off, where they can't put it on, but I think they have learned their lesson, lol. Except Tiny Boy, who didn't understand anything that was going on, lol!

So, I asked Bean why did she turn the fan on, and she said she wanted to pretend it was a windy day. I then asked her why she climbed up the bunk bed, and she said, she wanted to go exploring. Oh My! (sigh, roll eyes) Kids.

The Joys of being a Mommy!

Keyottee

Keyotte was our little cat that we had to put to sleep this morning.

Keyotte came into my life when I was a teenager of 15, give or take a year. I cannot remember. Anyway...I am not a "cat person". I love animals, but cats were not a favorite. I never really *desired* a cat. I didn’t hate them. But I grew up with dogs. I also had fish, horses, chickens, and goats.

We got Keyotte as an "asset". We had horses, and we had a Rat problem. So we went to the pound to pick up a kitten that would be our "ratter" cat. I picked her out of 100’s of kittens because she seemed the feistiest of them all. She was climbing the walls of her cage, and biting her brother and sister’s tails, lol!

Her original name was Tabitha. We had to keep her inside until she had her rabies shots, which couldn’t happen until she was a certain age.

So guess who got to take most care of her? Yup, Me! I hope I don’t want to offend any cat lovers here, but she turned me from a cat "liker" into a cat "hater". I could understand why people didn’t like cats. For one, I would have her sleep with me at night, and she would pounce and attack my feet. So I decided, I would lay r-e-a-l-l-y still. If I so much as sniffled my nose, she would pounce and attack my face!

I would then put her in the bathroom at night, and she would meow and meow and meow.

Then Guess what happened? A stray showed up at our place. A sweet little cat, which my nephew named Robin. (He wanted to name her batman, but I told him she was a girl, so he decided on Robin) Robin, chased the mice and ate the rats. As Robin was doing this job nicely we found out that Robin’s little belly was getting a little bit bigger.

So it was decided that Tabitha become an inside cat. I wasn’t too thrilled with that idea, but, that is what we did.

She was one *crazy* cat. She would have spastic moments, and start bouncing and climbing off of the walls. Literally, lol! She would tantalize my mother’s dog on purpose and get the dog to chase her. Then she would round the bend, hind under the couch and as the dog came running towards her thinking she went in the other direction, she would sneak up behind her and bat the dog’s tail and disappear under the couch again! ;-)

She slept in the bathroom; otherwise I would had scares for life. Our good friend would come over and go to the bathroom, and she said Tabitha would attack her when she began to wipe!

Thankfully, our good friend has a good sense of humor and thought it was hilarious. It was our friend who began to call Tabitha, Keyotte. It was her version of the word Kitty.

A couple asked me to babysit their two girls everyday for a week for some reason or another. The little girls were five and seven years old. The five year old LOVED her. She held her ALL day, and wouldn’t let her go! She even took a nap with her. At first Keyotte was resistant to this type of affection. I, after all had not taken that much time with her. By the end of the week Keyotte was a tame little kitty who LOVED to sit in people’s laps. She still, attacked me in bed, but she also would settle down and sleep.

My mom also didn’t want our furniture clawed up, so we had her declawed. That improved things a TON when it came to going to sleep. She would still pounce, but at least I had time to react.

As time went on, I had to go off to college. Keyotte became Mom’s companion. Mom said that Keyotte would NEVER leave her alone when mom would wind down from the day. Keyotte, without fail would jump up in mom’s lap. Mom had a dog that wouldn’t leave her alone either. So mom had a cat on one side and a dog on the other.

After I got married, my mom and dad put their house up for sale to down size, and they wouldn’t have enough room for a dog and a cat. So I took her back. That was a few months after I had Tiny Boy.

Keyotte was really good for the children. She was smart enough to get away from them if they annoyed her too much, and the children have learned how to treat animals.

I am sad to say, that I had gone through some depression and I was in the thick of it when Keyotte came. Plus I was post partum and she began to *really* annoy me again. She would throw up on the carpet, and then she would want her attention at night after the kids went to bed. At that point, I didn’t want any more "touching" so I would shoo her off of my lap. Most of the time I would let her up there, but not ALL the time.

My husband, who is "NOT" at cat person at all; like in he always jokes about shooting cats, would ask me if he could "take care of her." I would get upset with him for saying stuff like that, but I didn’t chastise him over it.

It hasn’t been until the last six months that I had really begun to enjoy Keyotte again. My depression has lifted significantly, and she has actually been an aid to my healing.

When Daddy was out of town, she kept me company. She ALWAYS snuggled with you. She would get RIGHT on your chest and purr a mile a minute. Or if you were in bed, she would get in the crook of your arm, or leg. She was the sweetest little cat, with a fun personality all rolled up into one.

A few weeks ago, my husband bought a bag a cat food. The same brand we always had bought. She began to not eat. I posted on a message board about this problem, and someone suggested I wet the food. Which I did, and she ate again. But then she began to refuse even that. Then I gave her tuna fish, which she ate. I thought she was beginning to get picky over her food.

Well, the other day, when she was snuggling with me, and I was talking on the phone, I noticed that she had a yellow tint to her skin.

The next day, she looked extremely lethargic and very pitiful. Daddy noticed that the skin on her belly was also yellow.

I did a quick search on the internet and found that I should take her to the vet right away. I went to a walk in vet, and they did tests on her. We found out her treatment would cost around $3000 or more!

We don’t have that kind of money, and Keyotte was at this point 12 or so years old.

I called my mother in tears not knowing what to do. She said to take her to her vet, and get a second opinion. This vet was very compassionate and very upfront as to what was going on and why putting her to sleep was the best thing to do. There were three things that could be wrong with her. And the result was that her liver was shutting down, which was why her skin was yellowing.

The first problem might of been that she got overweight (which she was a tad bit) and for some reason stopped being able to assimilate the fat proteins. This caused her to stop eating.

Another reason was she could have had cancer or a tumor that was full of cancer.

Or she could of just had a bad liver, and it was now her time to go. Any number of reasons. :(

I began to cry again. I was so surprised at how upset I was, because I never was really a "cat person". But I realize that Keyotte wasn’t just any old cat. She was a special cat that worked her way into each of our hearts.

This was last night that I found out that we had to put her down. The vet suggested we go home with Keyotte one last night, and take time to process the information, and also get someone to be with me when they had to put her down.

When we got home, I frankly told the children that Keyotte was very sick and two different Doctor’s said that she wouldn’t live, and that Keyotte was most likely going to die the next day.

Poor Sweetie was devastated. She woke up at 12:00am last night crying about how Keyotte was going to die in the morning. She woke up crying this morning.

We explained to her at the Vet’s office that they were going to give her medicine that would help her fall asleep and not hurt when she died.

The vet was such a nice vet. She kind of cried too I think. When she announced that Keyotte was gone, Sweetie’s little lip quivered, and said, "You mean she is dead right now?" And the vet said yes, and Sweetie burst out into tears. The vet said that she was "sooo sorry." The Vet took Keyotte in the back to take the catheter out, and wrap her up in the special blanket that I had brought.

When she came back in she told Sweetie she was sorry she couldn’t fix her kitty, and gave both Sweetie and Bean a hug. I thought that was so nice of her to be so personal with us.

We went home and let both Sweetie and Bean hold Keyotte one last time while Daddy dug her grave. This really helped Sweetie a lot I think. I think it was finally sinking in that Keyotte was gone, and it was good for her to grieve this way.

The blanket that I had chosen to wrap Keyottee in was a receiving blanket when my children were babies. It wasn’t one of their "special" blankets. But it was soft, and smelled good. When I put Keyottee in Sweetie's lap for the last time, I noticed that the blanket had little pink kitty’s all over it. I thought that was a sweet detail that I didn’t notice before. It was as if the Lord let me grab that blanket. I just grabbed it on the way out of the door. My mom actually called and told me to bring one with me. It was on the top in Tiny Boy's blanket drawer in his room.

My husband finished digging the hole, and we sat and talked a little bit more. Sweetie was giggling by this time over some funny stuff we were talking about. I asked her if she was ready to bury Keyottee next to Baby Dog (the dog that she would tease). Sweetie said she was.

Sweetie handled the burial a lot better than her death. We buried her, and Sweetie went and played on her swing.

We decided to go out to lunch. While we eating My husband asked, "Why is that people always want to eat a nice meal after a funeral?" My mom said, I guess it had to do with people traveling long distances and needing to eat afterwards. Daddy said, "I think it is because it releases serotonin in your brain or something."

Daddy even said he was sad. I think he wasn’t expecting it to be as hard as it was.

After lunch Mom, our good friend, Me, and the children went to Target. I got some Starbucks, and let the kids pick out a new toy. I knew the house would seem empty when we got back. I thought maybe the toy would ease the loneliness. So far it seems to be working. But I know Sweetie is going to remember sooner or later.

She still grieves over my mom’s dog dying, which happened last summer. All in all, I am grateful for the experience.

Sweetie was having a hard time understanding why Jesus didn’t make Keyottee better when she prayed for Keyottee to live. I explained to her that God told Adam and Eve not to eat the fruit or they would die. They didn’t believe God, and because of that everything has to die. She said, "But Keyottee didn’t sin!" I said, "I know Sweetheart, but because Adam and Eve sinned, it caused the animals to die too. I also told her that since Keyottee didn’t sin, she would not go to the Devil when she died."

At breakfast, after this conversation, Sweetie asked me if Jesus was punished. I said, "Yes he was. He was punished instead of you so you don’t have to be punished." She looked relieved.

So one good thing about this, is she is coming to a better grasp of the reality of sin, and how important it is for Jesus to be *her* Saviour. For that I am grateful.

Keyottee’s death has also taught me not to take for granted each day with my loved ones. Honestly I am sooooo glad that it wasn’t my child or another loved one that was human, as sad as it was. But I did take for granted Keyotte’s presence. Especially when I was annoyed with her. I focused too much on the negative of owning a pet, instead of the positive. I have learned my lesson. Sometimes I get so overwhelmed with the kids; as I have done with Keyotte. If I feel this bad now over how I treated Keyottee when I wasn’t in the best of moods, imagine how guilty I would feel if one of my human family members die. I need to be conscience of how I react to stupid things that don’t mean a hill of beans.

If my husband gets annoyed with me because I re-organized the medicine cabinet and he can't find what he is looking for. Who cares? In the long run, it won’t matter. It matters how I react to him.

If Sweetie breaks something that cost a lot of money, who cares? At least Sweetie isn’t broken. I am way too perfectionist over things. Hopefully Keyottee’s life and death has taught me to loosen up a bit.

Yes, she was just an animal. But I am glad God made animals and let us make pets of them. They teach us so much about life, don’t they? Even God used animals to teach us about salvation. Please be in prayer for Sweetie as she adjusts. We don’t know if we will be getting another pet soon or not. We had planned on getting dog in a year or so; after Tiny Boy was pottied trained. But we may have to make a change of plans. Bean is a little upset, but not as much as Sweetie. She understand's somewhat, but not completly I think. Here are some more pictures to look at: