Hello Kitty =)

Yesterday, Joan wrote this about her little girl growing up and away from some of the favorite toys and movies she had.


As a mom, I know we'd like to have our baby girls for ever, but we also look forward to their becoming young women.



I am at a point with Caitlin where I still treat her like a kid at times, but know I have to let her take flight on her own. She has been looking for an apartment and wants to live by herself. The mom in me wants her to live here, with me, but the reality is she will move out soon. After work today, she and I are looking at a couple places she is interested in moving to. *sigh*

Today, Joan posted a picture of her daughter, as much as she is growing up in Joan's eyes, I looked at her 10 year old daughter and thought of Caitlin at ten. Then it hit me ...

I saw her daughters youthful bedding and smiled ... somethings take longer to relinquish during the transition from girl to young woman. I took this after Caitlin left for work:

Conversation Hearts, Spicy

*Dana as Scary
*Ann as Sporty
*Pearl as Posh
*Caitlin as Baby
*Sadie as Ginger




Me: Caitlin, did you hear the Spice Girls are going to do a reunion tour?

Cait: Cool, I want to see them.

Me: Look at this picture I found from when you saw them at the Palace.

Cait: OMG, look at us. Don't post that on your blog.

Me: Why? Remember you girls did a pantomime to "Wanna Be" as the Spice Girls for the school talent show in 5th grade?

Cait: I was "Baby Spice" ~ Do we still have that outfit?

Me: I doubt it, why? You'd wear that dress again?

Cait: No, but I do love those blue high tops!
*she said with a smirk*

Little Tripod

On Mothers Day, Quinn had a mishap. I feel so bad for the little guy. He got spooked and in jumping to get away, he landed on his hind leg wrong.

I took him to the vet right away and the x-rays showed no breaks or fractures. He gave Quinn an anti-inflammatory drug to take for a couple weeks, but it hasn't helped him.

So now, seven weeks later, I find out he has a cruciate ligament rupture. Yeah, that's a knee joint rupture. It was explained to me it's like a hinge that no longer works, loose and sprung. If it was going to heal on its own,it would show signs of correction by now.

Our only other option is surgery. Quinn is like one of my kids, but with a quote of $1,500-$3,000 to do the surgery, I think I am going to have to help him learn how to compensate by using three legs. It was explained the downside to that is, the other rear leg will be taking on all the weight, unevenly distributed, and eventually that knee will also give out.

He is ten and was already showing signs of arthritis before this happened. He still is a spunky, playful character and forgets he can't do some of the things he used to do. Jumping up onto the couch isn't an option anymore, so I have to remember to take the cushions off before I leave the house and make him a step ramp to get up there. Before I let him out in the yard, I make sure no rabbits or squirrels are there because he wants to chase them. When he starts to run, he immediately comes to a halt and I just know his little brain is thinking "Sh*t, I forgot about the leg".

I took this today, when I picked him up from the groomer:

Alfred E. Neuman Update

An update from my post of May 15th ... things aren't as bad when you don't worry and take each day as it comes. Yeah, I know, easier said than done.





Print: Sun Dance By Alfred Gockel

(The following are explained in the above post link)

1) I have a showing today at 2PM. Older couple, living in apartment because they sold their house already. *Fingers crossed, prayer said*

2) Handled that here, really liking the G6 ... especially at the gas pump.

3) Sales are picking up, doors are still open, keeping a positive attitude, hoping for the best.

4) Skip that, not worth the worry *smirk*

5) Thank God, no trips to the doctor, nothing more than a case of poison ivy I am currently nursing.

Best part, diet update .... I have lost a total of 24 pounds, and still sticking to it! I'd like to lose 15 more, but 10 would make me a happy camper. For now, I'll just think in terms of 5 pounds at a time.