Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Anyone need a bottle?

I. Am. So. Tired!

I have been bottle feeding these eight puppies. Yep, every four hours, I make two human size baby bottles full of puppy formula. Then it take fifty minutes to feed and burp all eight of them.

How do you burp a puppy you may ask. I'll tell you. You take a warm wet rag and gently clean there tummy's and privates. They get all dreamy eyed and within ten minutes they are crashed out in the box. Out of eight there is one who is the devil. I swear. Lol. He is horrible to bottle feed. He's only probably only two pounds, but I wrestle him all over the bed, or floor or where ever we land when I'm trying to get his mouth open and the bottle in. Geesh. But once he gets going then he's a little hungry beast.

Their mom became really sick two days ago and went to the vet yesterday. She has mastitis and ended up with two shots for infection and a fifty dollar prescription. She also had a temp of 106. That is equivalent to us running a temp of 104. So, she was sick. She is feeling better today and has actually gotten in the box with them. Boy, they were so excited to see her.

They are 20 days old today. I hope she can start feeding them full time again soon. I can't imagine doing this every four or five hours for the next two weeks.
Yeah, I know I did this with my own babies, but there was only one, not eight. Geesh.

Monday, February 19, 2007

The tower

Three posts today...I know, you can't believe it can you? humph.

Over at Beckys site she was talking about past lives.

  • Becky

  • I totally believe in past lives. How else can we explain instant dislike for someone we've just met. That un-easy feeling that we sometimes get seeing someone whom would not or could not harm us? but yet we will avoid that person at all costs. That feeling of knowing someone for years when you've only known them a few days? I could go on but, I know you get what I'm trying to say.

    Once in a while, we meet someone from a past life that we do recognize on some level, we might not understand or know what that level is, but the attraction, the feelings are there.

    Jodie and are have known each before, so have Michelle and I. My friend Bob is another one who I connected within five minutes of meeting him. I know him from a past life in France. Funny thing about that, I took him to a seance one Sunday, with a pretty famous psychic I was apprenticing with. She had never met him, in fact I hadn't even mentioned him to her. Upon meeting him for the first time that night, she greeted him by calling him, Misure. I laughed, he had no idea why she was speaking French to him, in fact she normally doesn't speak or understand French. lol. But she recognized that past life in him in an instant.

    I've had several lifetimes in France, it seems. One comes back to haunt me in dreams, and has for years. I've even had the dream even while in a trance. Jodie and I have even met the young man in the dreams/vision/past life. It was intense and strange. And to my knowledge, he has no idea who I was. I knew him though. The feeling of hurting him, helping him in this life and just keeping him safe was very intense and has left me in tears several times after meeting him. Thank goodness I don't have to meet him again. Not because he's not a wonderful, talented person, but because it hurts to much to walk away. Hell, I'm old enough to be his mother.

    In the dream, we are in what I think is the French countryside. We are running towards something. We are holding hands, trying to outrun something or someone. We both are probably in our late teens, early twenties. We are dressed in period clothing, 17 or 18 hundreds. I in a peasant/Gypsy type dress. He in lace and britches. His hair is long, blonde and it is obvious that I am not in his class. I would be considered 'beneath' him. But we are in love, and can not be together.
    We run to a tall tower. There is no door, just steps going high, slits cut out of the sides of the tower as we race to the top. We are being chased, but I at the time don't know by whom.
    We reach the top, I kiss him, we look out onto the fields and hills, we hold hands, look into each others eyes and step off.
    We fall towards our death. But right before we hit the ground, we break loose of each other's grip and we both soar high and away from each other.
    I then know it was his father was was trying to stop us from jumping. I then know that it was my idea. I have convinced him that we will return again, and could be together in another life even if we couldn't be together in that life. He believed me. I knew even in that life, that that wasn't all there was.

    Here is a poem I wrote several years ago.


    Running upon the cold steps, grasping your hand, holding onto your heart.
    Wind blowing onto our faces, with my urgent warm breath, convincing you to trust me.
    Time freezes the two forms in my mind and I see...
    A young love, betrayed, forbidden, condemned.

    The tower stood, centuries old. Arrows pointed to our destiny.
    French countryside beneath us, expanding our forever.
    Beyond, deep dark woods stand to witness.
    With dense fog of memories floating up.
    Searching, yearning, reaching, waiting.

    In my dreams…
    I climb the tower of tomorrow.
    I climb the tower of all my yesterdays.
    I wait to hold you in my embrace.
    And I watch for your recognition of our denied love.

    The promises are spoken; time to be delayed, not to be broken.
    I look into your eyes, hold my breath and together we fall.
    The wind flows through my being, ripping you from my grasp.
    As The waves of time swirl and separate us.
    I pray our beliefs hold true.

    Tomorrows have come, tomorrows have gone.
    Lives were born and spent. Lives have been lived and lost.
    Yet I wait for my tomorrow, as I still long for my past.
    Wrapped in my own cocoon of the here and now.
    Waiting for the arrow to point me to the truth.

    And I dream of the tower steps, cold upon my feet.
    The bitter wind beating upon my heart.
    Your eyes looking deeply into me, reading me, trusting me.
    I again know your heart. For I am of the same soul.
    I took your hand, we kissed, and we stepped…

    I climb the tower of my tomorrows
    I climb the tower of all my yesterdays.
    And I wait to hold you in my embrace.
    And I still wait for your recognition of our denied love.

    Thursday, February 15, 2007


    I'm just about dug out from the snow. I have parts of the yard that have NO snow at all, and other parts that have feet of snow.
    Patrick shoveled out the end of the driveway yesterday morning, then they went and brought back the neighbors tractor to plow the rest of the driveway. When I say driveway, I mean hundreds of feet of driveway. It goes all the way around the yard. The combine, wagons and tractors use it to get to the fields and barn in the summer, so there is a lot of driveway.

    The poor fuel guy came today to fill up the tank and he had to dig his way to the pipe next to the porch. That is one of the places it still is four feet high. I tipped him well.

    The dogs have finally accepted that the snow is not going anywhere. The first day or so, they couldn't figure out how to get out in the yard. lol. Now they just dive off the porch into the snow. They love it!

    Puppies are doing great, getting big and cute as can be.

    Tuesday, February 13, 2007


    Yep, were snag dab in the middle of a blizzard and not the good kind from DairyQueen.
    I can't even tell how much snow we have at this point, because it is blowing and drifting so much.
    Were supposed to get anywhere between 8 and 12 inches. Normally I don't mind 8 to 12 at all. Snow that is, people get your minds out of the gutter, geesh! But when it starts drifting and swirling out here in the country, it all seems to find my driveway. We've been snowed in before with three or four inches because it all drifted from the surrounding fields...all in my drive and we had feet of snow.

    As long as my power stays on, and I don't kill Tom, I'm good.

    I totally feel for Upper New York and all that snow. I can't even imagine getting five or six FEET at once of snow. Holy white out Batman.

    Friday, February 09, 2007

    Yoots of America

    At work we have music and announcments on a loop. One of them is for a program Kohls has started to find deserving teenagers who have helped the community and will grant collage money for them if they win.
    One part of this announcement kills me. The person on the tape reading it is trying to say...The youth of America deserve a chance....But he says it like ..."The Yoots of America..." and I can't listen after that because all I can think of is MY COUSIN VINNY. "WHAT THE HELL IS A YOOT?" The judge asks. lolol.

    Ok, that is just me, but it does make me smile. At least it is not that damn Christmas song about SNOW. Freaking snow, snow to eat, snow to date, snow to love, snow to wash my hair in...
    One more day of that song I would have had to beat someone to death with a hanger I swear!

    Wednesday, February 07, 2007


    Here are my new babies. They are so cute! They were born Feb 1. And she had eight, seven little boys and one little girl. There are four little black ones and one brown one, one who is sable colored and two who look a bit rott like, with brown and tan on their legs. But in all honesty, I do believe that they all belong to our two other dogs. The black lab, and the yellow lab. We shall see I guess.

    I can't wait for them to get puppy breath. Nothing better than puppy breath!

    Thursday, February 01, 2007

    What is everyone reading?

    By Rob Byrnes.

    I am halfway through this book and I'm just loving this story.

    From Booklist:
    Smart, wealthy, and good-looking, Noah Abraham should have no trouble meeting someone new. Still, there's the ennui laced with desperation he feels when faced with the brick wall of his longtime project: interviewing closeted people in D.C. politics for a book he fears will never happen. In New York to see his post-heart-attack dad--famous attorney Max Abraham--he agrees to take dad's trophy wife, Tricia, to a gay bar. There she establishes herself as Miss Popularity with the smokers outside, while Noah mopes inside until a handsome stranger makes contact while ordering a drink. Turns out Bart is the personal assistant to former star Quinn Scott, who needs a writer to help craft his tell-all memoirs. Ex-wife Kitty, now a Hollywood force, wants to sabotage this laundering of dirty linen, so the plot thickens delightfully. Byrnes turns out another deftly written and enticingly complex gay romance.