Sunday Morning

There's a reason I skipped over Saturday. My Saturday...no, scratch that, our Saturday, just plain SUCKED.

IT. 'EFFING. SUCKED.

You would have thought that I'd committed a capital murder with the way my mother is behaving about my having married my Beloved. My blood pressure rises every time I allow myself to remember the things my mother said to me, to us, yesterday. God, it just hurts. It hurts so bad.

Oh, and fucking Spicoli the Landscaper didn't help make our Saturday any better. Only God saved me from slapping him a few solid smacks to the back of the head. He and I drove in his "Sanford & Son" pickup truck out to Santee to visit RCP Block & Stone. I wanted to get some nice pavers, garden wall stone, rocks and pebbles. We get there and Spicoli informs me that his crappy ass truck is only able to haul "ooooh, about 300 pounds or so", so he'll have to make about 8 or 9 trips out to Santee......at $15 per trip for gas. WTF!? He explains that his pickup is large and a gas guzzler, but apparently, it is NOT able to haul for shit.

Leaving that aside, I was able to witness why many in our area refer to Santee as "Klan-tee" or "San-tucky". It is a town out in eastern San Diego county, where it is hot as balls even now in November, and everyone apparently chews tobacco and sports a goatee. Even the women. I'm serious as shit.

Both of the young folks behind the counter at RCP were chewing cud, spitting into their Gatorade bottles, and picking their ears with their keys.....and one of those "young folks" was a rather attractive young lady of about 25 years. Go figure. Hey, no offense to people who like to chew tobacco (to each his/her own), but it was SO fucking disgusting when one of them was talking to me and I got gooey spittle drops on me. Jeezaloo.

After all that, we just ended up getting everything at sterile, homogenous Home Depot, which is where I should have just gone in the first place. Yay for sterile!

Anyway, I awoke to what I hoped was going to be a better Sunday. And that is what it has been.

We took our boys to Noah's Ark this morning. Achilles really needed a good scrubbing down since he's had some skin issues these past few weeks. I blame myself for the itching and misery he has endured. I've been so wrapped up in my own life that I didn't think to do something about his skin before this week. I am so sorry Achilles, so very sorry. :-( Every since we returned from the Ark, he has been napping. He is not scratching as much and seems to be feeling a lot better. Thank God.

Milo's fur grows straight out like a porcupine's, so he is a lot easier to clean and groom. Achilles is a bit more curly and way, so it is always an adventure trying to wash him. Some videos I captured:





Check out Milo here just being looooooved upon by Mary, one of the owners of Noah's Ark. She cleaned up his ears and then just began kissing and hugging all over him. Milo wasn't complainin'.

All clean and fluffled out. We air dry them with the high blast air hose. They love it. It must feel like a massage for them, feeling the pressure of the concentrated air. I wish someone would do that for me! Is there such a machine for humans?


I don't know if life's challenges would be as manageable if it weren't for my furbabies. I honestly do not know. Oftentimes I wonder if children would be bring the same, or better, fulfillment and happiness? Receiving love, acceptance, loyalty, understanding, unabashed joy at your presence, and companionship from my animals is effortless and tremendous and oh so nourishing. Something that is very rare to experience when it comes to the humans in my life. How very, very interesting.

My furbabies make me happy. I thank them for that every chance I get. Today they are sad to hear that Auntie Laura's Auntie Jane has passed away. Now they are both waiting their turn for my laptop.....

(Achilles): "Herro Auntie Raura, Achilles here. I miss you. I miss the tweats u made 4me. They R arr gone in my tummy now. Sawwy your Auntie had to leave U for heaven. She was vewwy pwetty. Someday I wirr be in heaven. I wirr say 'hi' 4 U and give ur Auntie rots of kisses...

...Auntie Raura, sometimes my little rubber Milo and I sleep face to face...


...sometimes face to butt....

...and sometimes Milo farts on my head. Yuck! Prease onry make tweats 4 me, otay? Because I am a good boy and I do not fart. How is Wrigrey? Otay, bye bye. I ruv U!!!"
(Achilles): "One more thing Auntie Raura..I am much more handsome than Milo, right?"

(Milo): "Auntie Raura!!! Achirres got to type 1st. No fair!!! :-( I do not fart on my big rubber's head. I just fart. *tee-hee* ;-) ....hey Auntie, I know U R vewy sad. I am sawwy u had to say goodbye to ur Auntie. I will hold a spot 4 U in the sunshine. 4 when U visit. Soon. Bring Chumrey, otay? I won't bite, I pwomise. See how handsome I look saving ur spot? I ruv U."