Oh, my furry children have been very very bad today. After visiting Elizabeth and picking up a few groceries, I returned home at 6:30 to find Everyone happy to see me return and wanting to be let outside. They were frolicking in the evening light while I put food away. Looking out my kitchen window, I noticed Roxie (my yorkie) eating something in the grass. I try not to to be a helicopter "mom", so I ignored this a bit. Our home is next to the Big Ditch and there is Plenty of wildlife afoot over there. Sometimes Whisper (who had his 3rd birthday on May Day) will jump the back fence. This is so stressing for me, but he is living his life, afterall, and hunting is what Cat's do. OK, back to Roxie who, I notice, is in the same spot, chewing away on What? I wonder. The bread is in the oven and my Blue Cheese Salad is ready, so I wandered out to see what she had. With all the rain we've had, I really expected her to have a bit of baby bunny. Sometimes their warrens get flooded and we experience dead bunnies in the back of the yard. I tried to be Very Suave as I approached her. I didn't want to get too close and have her run off, so I skirted around her, talking to the cats. Roxie saw me and made a dash for the house. Last time this happened, I watched Roxie and Frankie "play" with a baby mouse until I took it away. One other time. Roxie had a Rabbit's foot. OK, now, I closed the door and suantered into the living room and spied Roxie chewing on something. I noticed part of It was on the carpet. In a fell swoop, I scopped up the Remains which appeared to be internal organs. Imagine my wonder, intrigue, and yes, horror, to discover that I held 2 fetuses in my hand. Now I will imagine your horror at the rest of this story. I Had to take pictures and will post them below. You choose to view or ignore.
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March, Already??

It's hard to believe that I let Feb. fly by w/o posting. I was trying to decide whether to give up my blog due to too much time spent on the internet as it is. I received a fabulous email from someone (whose name starts with A) telling me how much she loved my blog. Okay, A, this one's for you.

I did go off on tangents last month. I have had several revelations in my life which have helped me feel happier in general. You may not know this, but I'm posting at 3:00 in the morning. In the middle of last night, I was trying to get out of bed to pee, slipped, and hit my head on the nightstand. I remember hurting and lying back down to figure out what had happened. You know how head wounds bleed (and we had just put clean sheets on the bed that very evening!!!) I don't know how long I lay on the bed with my head dangling off the bed, bleeding away on my stack of library books. Now I know why they have those dandy plastic covers. I finally woke up enough to realize I needed help:
me: "Richard, wake up"
him: "Uhnnn"
me: "Richard, I need help"
him: "Okay"
me: "I've got something all over my face and hands" (it was blood)
We got me into the bathroom w/o too many drips and drops of blood on carpet, cleaned me up and Richard did an outstanding job of taping me up, I finally peed, and we both fell right back to sleep. This morning I realized that the 7 cm cut on my eye was going to be a huge scar if I didn't get stitches. She put in 6. They are right below my eyebrow (probably fell asleep w/glasses on (reading) and the frame cut me when I fell). I look like Sally Stitches - isn't that her name from Nightmare Before Christmas? I have never had a black eye or stitches for a wound. I feel more real somehow.

However, there seemed to be some concern about "how many sedatives" I am taking. Well, THEY prescribed them for me!!! So, here I sit, 3:00 in the morning, having dosed a bit, but NO AMBIEN!! I will miss my old buddy, ambien, who let me sleep all night. I flushed all of them so I can't go sneak one in now. It really is a relief. I never tried to drive my car to work in the middle of the night, but I would come downstairs (like sleep walking) and have rather loopy conversations, according to Richard.

My nephew Mark, was alarmed when he heard that I was taking 4-6 doses of Lortabs for my back. He told me just how much Tylenol is in those things and, at 6 doses (12 pills), I could destroy my liver. He told me I should never drink again and I stopped right then and there. I like a beer with dinner. Cold, refreshing, and not sweet. I've switched to Crystal Light, but it was so sweet that I added 2X the amount of water called for. Now I have a cold, refreshing drink that is not too sweet or ruining my liver.

I took pictures of my eye with stitches. It's so cool. She told me it might get more colorful, and I have my camera ready. I want to capture the grossest point and will post pics later on.

I'm going to go now and snuggle under a cozy down comforter in Richard's recliner. I sure hope there's some decent t.v. on at, (did I mention it's 3:00 a.m.?). Maybe I'll put on the history channel and dose for a while.

Thanks for listening to me rant.

love, Dana