VEGAS, BABY...

I'm headed to VEGAS, BABY for a few days with my buddy Lori. We went together a few years ago. Lori won $13. I lost $3. You can tell we live large. So, I'm thinking I'll be hitting it big this time around...or else beginning my new career as a Black Jack dealer...

See ya!

~Beth

New Haircut(s)...

About two weeks ago we found out our fuzzy boy Yuri needed surgery. Actually 2 surgeries. His parathyroid was causing his calcium levels to be off the chart and because of the increased calcium levels, he also has many, many bladder stones...again. This was very disturbing news. Yuri will be 14 this year. And the surgery was VERY expensive. We had lots of questions...Will he even survive the surgery? How long will it take for him to recuperate? Do we put him through this? How do we pay for it?? Should we even spend this much on a dog? Well, after a lot of family soul searching, we thought it all came down to quality of life and once we substituted the word "friend" for the word "dog", the answer came a little easier...we'd go ahead.

Oh, it was a such scary day. The surgery took a while and we were worried but finally the phone call...He's doing well! Surgery was on a Thursday and the Doctor thought we might be able to bring him home on Sunday afternoon. But there would be a need for daily testing to check his calcium levels. Still, in for a penny, in for a pound. Apparently, he became "vocal" after his surgery. (He IS kind of dramatic. Once our vet was going to draw blood and he howled on and on for 10 mins. The tech came out and said "Just so you know, we're not hurting him. In fact, we haven't even started yet." That's just what Huskies do.) They had to sedate him a bit and he found his "happy place".

Saturday morning the vets called. Yuri could come home already! YAY! (They were probably tired of his howling!) So while the people went to get the Puppy-Boy, others stayed home and waited. And watched.


I was surprised. He looked so good! I expected, well, something less than good. He couldn't wait to get out. Straight out the door; never looked back. And he wasn't exactly thrilled with the "cone of shame". ( No pictures. Too embarrassing.)

But he did have a new haircut...a fuzz-less tummy:



And an even less fuzzy throat. (warning: stitches involved in this one):




He was a little subdued but resting comfortably. Sweet boy:




Oh, life is so good when you're on the mend and feeling better and back with the family who missed you.



Do we love you, Fuzzface ??




yep...

~Beth

50 Things...

So I was reading along today (Ok, it was Dear Abby)and there was a letter printed about a woman turning 50 but couldn't bear to BE 50 and decided to STAY 49. While most of the response letters were predictable: Be satisfied you're alive, Live life to the fullest, Be happy, yadayadayada...one letter had the BESTEST idea! Make a list of 50 things you've wanted to do or haven't done in a while and do them at 50. What a wonderful way to look forward. To embrace. To enjoy.

So because I'm close enough to "sneeze on 50", I decided to give it a try. I'm making the list...I've got 6...

I never have been able to act my age...



Here's to the fun of it...
~Beth

Who's the cutest puppy evah??

I'm thinking it's this one...



And who's the most talented, amazing daughter evah??
I'm thinking it's this one...





And who just became a finalist out of nearly 14,000 entries in the Photographer's Forum, Best of College Photography Contest??
I'm thinking it's BOTH of them!



(Er, Fuzzy object in photo is larger it than appears...)

Aren't they the cutest evah??



I love 'em...

~Beth

Oh, now I get it...

So, for the last couple of weeks I've been missing socks. LOTS of socks. In fact, I have so many missing socks that I can't make a single pair. For a further fact, the socks I'm wearing right now don't match. (TMI??). They're both white but not a matched pair. The other option I had this morning was one white and one white with blue stripes but they were, at least, the same TYPE of sock. Still not sure if I made the right choice.

Let's move forward to this afternoon. I plugged in my new printer/scanner (wheeee!) in order to play with it. And looky what I found behind the couch:

Hmmmmmmm.So I start looking around and next I found this under the piano:


Whaa...??

Why are all our socks everywhere??

Get it now?? I get it. I live with a sock thief. A first-degree sock thief. I'm sure a warrant will be issued shortly.



Who ME?? I'm innocent of these false and hurtful accusations. (Hmmmm. I wonder if black socks taste different than white ones...)

The little rat-face...

~Beth

My Daughter Is FBI...

She's Funny...


She's Beautiful...




She's Intelligent...


and today she was invited to join Mortar Board because she has a 3.38 GPA!! Mortar Board is a college National Honors Society. She's worked so hard since transferring to Cornell.

I'm so proud.
Snarfle.

~Beth

AHEM...

Paisley would like a moment of your time:



TO EVERYBODY: Hippee Nude Deer!!

I think something got lost in translation...

~Beth