Not much to blog about these days

Life has been relatively quiet the past little while. I haven't had anything earthshattering to write about, so I've kept busy reading everyone else's blogs.

I've read about some delicious Thai recipes from Theresa - http://theresainmerida.blogspot.com/

Learned about the Beach Recovery Plan from Cancun Canuck - http://www.cancuncanuck.com/

Kept up with the life of Brenda and Roy - http://brendandroygoingtomexico.blogspot.com/

Ogled more pictures on Nancy's Blog - http://countdowntomexico.blogspot.com/ and enjoyed stories on their day to day lives.

And, of course, I've been completely caught up in the adventures of Cindy and Mike - http://cintia-y-miguel.blogspot.com/

There are a ton more blogs I read but these are just a few of the regulars. If you haven't checked them out, then shame on you, you should!

How the hell am I supposed to do that????

On Thursday, I have bring the puppers, Trap and Chorney, to the vet's for their annual rabies, heartworm test, etc, etc. Chorney, the geriatric shepperd also needs a check up because we found blood in her urine.

Now, keep in mind that Chorney is over 13 yrs old and has been really very healthy her entire life. What we are dealing with lately is a back end that is just giving out on her. Although she still has control over her bladder, she regularly pops turds wherever she may happen to be. It's not her fault. She doesn't even know she's doing it. We just deal with it, and clean up behind her. She's earned that much. She's also very weak in her back end and has trouble walking, climbing stairs, and getting up from a down position.

So when I told the vet's office that I was concerned about the blood in her urine, she asked me to pop by and pick up a "urine specimen cup".

Pardon me?

Yes, a urine specimen cup for my pooch.

I'm trying to figure out how in the world I'm going to get this accomplished. This regal old girl likes her privacy, and having my hand shoved under her "parts" while she's attending to business isn't going to go over well with her.

Wish me luck everyone!

Bugs in the Sink

These dudes really bother me.  Every summer they're around the house, lurking in tubs and sinks, just waiting to scare the bejeesus out of me.  

After a long, quiet winter of safety from these multi-legged forms of terror, I found one in the kitchen sink this morning.

I was by myself.

No one could help me.

I had to kill it myself.

This reminded me of another murderous attempt on my part, that failed horribly.  Here's the story.  My entire family laughs and guffaws every time someone brings it up.

The scene:

I'm alone in the house.  (Insert scary music here)  I'm completely nekkid in the bathroom, getting ready to have a shower.  The water is on, and I'm ready to get in.

I pull the shower curtain back and.........  THERE IT IS!!!!

I reel back in horror, my hands and legs are shaking.

IT'S IN THE TUB!  ALL 900 LEGS!!!  (Ok, so they don't have 900 legs, but it sure felt like it at the time.)

What do I do?????  OH GOD!  WHAT DO I DO!!!!!!!!!

I have to act fast otherwise it will run away and I won't know where it's gone.

The Plan:

If I unroll about 40 feet of toilet paper, I think to myself, that should be enough to squish it while keeping it safely away from my skin.  It's a good plan. 

Action:

I pull on the toilet paper, and reams and reams of it fall to the floor.  I gather it up, take a deep breath ready to face my fear.  I know I can do this.  It's only a bug right??

I whip back the shower curtain again, stab at the creature, missing.  I reload, and stab out again, this time covering his body in toilet paper.  I grab and squish.  SQUISH!!!!  Make sure the little bugger is good and dead!

I pull up the lid on the toilet and throw the mound of toilet paper in, slamming the lid back down and flushing.

By this time, I'm sweating.  My heart is pounding and I'm feeling faint.

But wait!  I won!  I did it!  I killed the bug, and flushed his body!  I can have my shower now!

Everything is good, and I'm feeling great!  I have a nice, long shower, enjoying my new found sense of freedom.  I've faced the enemy and won.

Until.....

My husband comes home, and I rush out to tell him how brave I was.  How I looked into the centipede's eyes and crushed him.  I was brave, strong.  Husband laughs and goes into the washroom to do his business.  I hear laughing.  The door opens and he calls me in.

He points into the toilet, and the centipede is sitting on top of the blob of toilet paper that didn't go down on the first flush, and he's staring at me.  Ugh.

I hate those centipedes.