A Little Loopy

But I'm back.

Surgery was nerve wracking.

I arrived at about 5.15am got checked in and changed (I hate those hospital gowns) and they took my vitals.

Then the nurse dropped the bomb.

I had to have a shot of Heparin.

In my stomach.

Yep I said it.

IN.

MY.

STOMACH.

So of course I freaked out.

So they gave me the happy medicine sooner rather than later and all was good.

Then they rolled me down to the surgery room - which they said I wouldn't remember - but I do.

And gave me more happy medicine.

Then the next thing I knew I was in recovery.  It's like magic.

Then they told me I had to stay overnight.  Which freaked me out a little because I wasn't expecting that.

But I'm glad they kept me because I was able to get the good pain killers and it really helped to have a bed that you could put at a incline.

Lying flat hurts.

So right now I'm propped up on a ton of pillows.

The staff at St Luke's was really nice - they made the stay pleasant.

Even though I was awakened every 2 hours so they could take my vitals.  Of course they also asked if I was in any pain and when I said yes they would give me something for it.

Gotta love pain meds.

Seriously.

I got out of the hospital yesterday afternoon and my husband booked us into a hotel.

Why you ask?

Well because our furniture still hasn't arrived!

So we're chillin' at the hotel and this morning I felt good enough to want to go to Le Peep for breakfast.

I had a bit of spinach omelette and 1/2 a biscuit.  That was the first food I'd had since Tuesday other than crackers and popsicles.

Then we went to the house to get more pillows for me.

Then for some reason I thought I'd be o.k. to go to the mall.

Big mistake.

All I can say to you is OWEEE.

So my husband brought me back to the hotel where I quickly took my meds, laid down and took a nap.

And I've stayed in bed for the rest of the day.

Lesson learned.

Just because you think you feel good doesn't mean you do, it just means your pain medication is working.

Anyway - I just took more pain medication and now I'm starting to feel it...

Bye bye!

I will be offline for the next few weeks....

I'm having surgery day after tomorrow and so will not be writing much for the next two weeks...

Ciao!

My First Crock Pot Meal

Believe it or not but I bought a crock pot.

Who knew cooking would be so easy!

I kid you not it took me like 10 minutes to put everything in the pot then I turned it on for 10 hours and left it.

I (or rather IT) made the MOST delicious pulled beef sandwiches!  Just add Cheddar!

The recipe called for a wine, balsamic vinegar, worcestershire sauce, which after cooking, is used for dipping.

Yum!

I put a 3lb rump roast in the pot but it can hold a bigger one.  So next time I'm going to get the butcher to give me a 6lb one.

I love to freeze food - makes life so simple when you are busy!

I bought the Cuisinart 6.5 quart slow cooker.

Pretty isn't it?!

You're jealous aren't you?!

Don't worry they have more at the store - or Amazon!

Tastee, Tastee, Tastee!

My next cooking attempt is going to be pecan chicken.

I get to beat it with a mallet!

Hopefully I'll remember to take photos!

I have nerves...

I have to have surgery on the 18th.

I'm glad because I need it.

But nervous because, well, it's surgery.

And they tell you every teeny tiny little thing that can go wrong.

Like I need to hear that before I go under.

All I can say it that I sure am glad to get that first shot that makes you go night, night!

Then you magically wake up.

On the puppy front -

Gracie is walking on a lead better - not so much stopping and flopping.

She can follow the commands, sit, come, down.

We're working on off - she just started jumping up on us like 2 days ago.

And she's still chasing after the cat.  I can't get her to stop - I thought the cat would have taken care of it by now - she did with Gabi.

I guess she's just old and tired.

Gracie also talks back when you tell her no.

It's funny - but not because I can't figure out how to teach her not to bark.

I guess that's a question for our puppy class tomorrow!

Rollin with the homies....

That song is in my head.

GET OUT! GET OUT!

There that's better...

Our stuff still hasn't arrived yet.

I'm a little sick of having no furniture.

Actually I an SUPER sick of having no furniture.  I dropped a note to the girl who is suppose to be "co-ordinating" the shipping to see where are things are and she says:

"Dear Judith,

 

I'm sorry but the update has not changed as of yet. Hopefully when this is supposed to arrive to the Bahamas tomorrow they will give me additional information for this. Again I'm sorry I don't have better news. I hope to be able to update you again within the next few days."

So I wrote back:

"Thank you Jessica.

I have a question.

My understanding is that shipping lines have schedules for their ships.  While I understand things can happen (storms, mechanical failure etc...) which would impact this schedule, I fail to understand how the company cannot give us an expected arrival date.  They must have some sort of schedule otherwise how are they getting business?  Most freighters have to have some kind of target arrival date otherwise company's wouldn't engage their services.

Can you please either question the freighter company and strongly request an estimated date of arrival and reason for the delay or give me their contact details and I'll contact them for the information.

Thanks,"

So she wrote back that the office is closed and she'll get back with me.

If I don't hear anything tomorrow - I'm going to call her.

Thanks goodness for our friends who loaned us a card table, folding chairs and dishes.

Anyway since I don't have furniture I'm obsessing over furniture.

So we were shopping this past weekend and I found the couch I want to buy when we get a house.

It's from Restoration Hardware and I love it - the Mr. didn't even argue when he saw it.  We may even get it sooner rather than later.  But first I need a J.O.B.

We also like this bed from RH.

I like this chair because it fits me.

I may get two and put a table between so there is a small seating area.

I also kinda like this instead of night stands.

It looks like a night stand to me - but it's listed as a "trunk".

Go figure.

Anyway I guess my shopping will be virtual until I'm working and the stuff I already own gets here.

What a

PAIN.

IN.

THE.

ASS.

On the bright side...

I'm in AMERICA!

11 Weeks and Growing!

Here is a photo of me and Gracie Jane at 9 weeks.

And here is a photo of me and Gracie Jane at 11 weeks.

I don't know if you can tell or not...but she's growing!

This is my favorite photo my hubby took while we were walking in the park right beside our apartment.

We were carrying the little nig nog because there was shattered glass all over the sidewalk and on both sides in the grass.

Here's one with my hubby.

It was a beautiful day.

I'm a Voter!

I voted early!

I'm very proud of myself.

Of course I voted Republican right down the line - except for one guy.  Randy something or another.

His little helpers left a flyer at my house with photos of him and his family.

I would recommend that he not do that again in the future.  He looks and dresses like a total bubba.

As does his children.

Think trailers, motorcycles, and people who live at the bar.

He reminded me of my father.

NOT a good thing.

Think alcoholic, never there, checked out of reality in the 60's.

So NOT going to vote for someone like that.

Who in the world thinks photos of them in their undershirt is a good thing.  Especially when you don't look like an Abercrombie & Fitch model.

If you look like this and want me to vote for you:

Feel free to send me your photos.

No wait - I ENCOURAGE you to send me your photos.

But if you look like this and want me to vote for you:

Please, keep your photos to yourself.  It will have the opposite affect that you want.  I won't vote for you.

I know the thought process behind it he's trying to say - "Look at me I'm a good ole boy, I'm one of you...".

But the only thing I hear is "Look at me I'm an alcoholic, I'll drink your money away."

Not good.  I'm voting for the other guy.

I don't care who the other guy is.

He could even be a Hippy Lovin' Democrat.

Which is what I think I voted for.

Scary huh?