Puke fest, 2018

Y’all will have to forgive me.  I had a post planned for this morning and I’ve been really, really good about my schedule lately, but you know what they say about the best laid plans.

We woke up this morning and Hank was itching and it dawned on me that it was probably time for that magical monthly pill that I give them to keep the nasty fleas and ticks away.  So I went to the fridge to retrieve them only to realize that we paid for 6 for each of the dogs and they only gave us 3.  And that was 3 months ago. So the packets were empty.

There was no use in trying to get my money back or get the rest of the pills and besides we got them from the traveling vet so I can kiss that money goodbye.  Lesson learned and next time I’ll double check.  For now, the only solution was to call my vet and ask her to write a new prescription and go pick them up.

Only they don’t carry the brand my dogs have been taking.  At first I got really stressed until I realized that the pill they do carry last  90 glorious days.  Ninety.  That’s all summer long.  It’s like a gift from the Gods.

So I had to adjust my schedule and run to the vets office to pick up the pills.  Then I headed home and fed the dogs because they have to take them on a full stomach.  And you know what happened next right?  I mean, I should know because it happens anytime they start a new flea medicine, it’s one big dog puke party.

And keep in mind, I only have one pill for each dog.  One very expensive pill.  You bet your sweet ass I dug through the dog puke and gave it back to them.  Really what other choice did I have?    And it’s not like I haven’t done it before.  Although it never gets any easier.

dog puke

So, I didn’t have a chance to work on that post that I had planned for you because I’m over here losing my damn mind.

Let’s get the weekend started already.  Right?

Easter orange mist on the moor and stuff.

Can you believe it’s April 3rd already?  I can’t even believe it’s April.  Seriously.  Time is flying by this year.

Anyway, in case you missed me, MacGyver and I just got back from a little mini vacay down to Nokomis.  And when I say vacay, I mean we basically went down and worked on our house for 5 days.  It wasn’t all work though, we had some fun too.

We saw this chrome car on the way down.  Does anyone have any idea what type of car this is?

chrome car

We got there on Thursday and I took MacGyver out to lunch at my favorite place, Left Coast Seafood Co. 

pasta

After lunch we drove over to the pond supply place to check out some fountains and stones for our landscaping.  We are determined to put in some sort of water feature in the front yard.  We spent an hour or so looking at everything and got some pretty good ideas and some serious sticker shock.

All of the rock that we grew up with in Tennessee and Virginia is hella expensive in Florida.  We might have to go visit the relatives and pick up some to bring back.

On Friday I found an estate sale and a few garage sales locally and I convinced MacGyver that we needed to go.  It didn’t really take a lot of convincing.  If you have any doubts as to how much he loves a bargain, here he is retrieving a tool that someone dropped in the middle of a busy street.

Run honey

He spotted it from a half mile away, pulled over and ran out to get it.  I barely saw it.  Wouldn’t you know it turned out to be some German wire cutter worth around 75 bucks!  Yes y’all, MacGyver is that good!

I scored some awesome vintage marbles at the estate sale but they hardly compare.

I am taking all the credit for this next find because we found it at the estate sale that I heard about through one of my sources and we got it for only 60 bucks.

water fountain

Water feature, check!  I added the little bird statues because I already had them and they were too cute not to add.  We may change the cherub for a dolphin eventually but for now, we have a fountain.

While we were out we kept checking the security camera to make sure the animals were okay.  This is how they were practically the entire 3 hours we were gone.

dogs and bird

The two dogs cuddled in the chair the entire time and the bird ran around the room because you know, he’s in charge.

When MacGyver and I got home on Friday afternoon we started painting as we had the day before.  MacGyver also started putting in new windows.

You can see the new one on the right.  I love my new windows.  Love them!

And here is a picture of our living room which we finished painting with the dolphin gray that we used in the rest of the main parts of the house.  It’s hard to make out though.

living room

I also painted the spare room a very pretty blue but the picture is also hard to make out.  Obviously I suck at taking pictures.

spare bedroom

I refinished this desk too.

The highlight of the painting revolved around the master bedroom which we started on Saturday.  See, I had this vision in my head and I was positive it would be bright and sunny and exhilarating. So, while MacGyver and his dad put in some more windows, I got to painting.

master bedrroom

As you can see I stopped half way down the wall. Unfortunately it was the last wall.

I literally painted 3/4’s of the room before I realized it was the most hideous choice ever.  I stopped painting halfway through the fourth wall and then left and called my mom and told her I ruined my house because I turned my bedroom into an orange.  I’m pretty sure I cried a little too.  I should have known.  I mean both of my in laws hated the color and the paint guys at Lowe’s were making fun of it, though I didn’t get it at the time.  MacGyver thought it looked like pepto bismol but it wasn’t pink, it was coral.  I guess that’s a mute point.  The point is, it was definitely not a good color choice unless it was for a little girls room.  Or a grove.

That night MacGyver and I went to sleep but I got up at 2 in the morning to check to see if Lowe’s was open on Easter, it was.  And that’s where I went very early on Easter Sunday.  Because we had already returned paint twice, the guys at lowe’s thought I was playing an April fool’s joke on them.   I was not.

I told them we hated the color Tropical Breeze and needed to choose another one.  We ended up choosing Mist on the Moor and I think we made the right decision.

Master Bedroom

It also ended up looking much better in the master bathroom.

master bathroom

I couldn’t be defeated though so I decided to leave a feature wall in the bedroom and I saved one of the coral walls.

Master Bedroom

I think it works but MacGyver thinks that I should put the half can of leftover ‘mist on the moor’ to work and finish the job, we’ll see.  The coral is kind of growing on me.

On Easter Sunday MacGyver’s parents were over helping us with the house again and my mother in law made us the most wonderful Easter Dinner.  It was so good.  I have truly been blessed when it comes to in laws.  I couldn’t be any luckier, I swear.

I didn’t run a lot this past weekend, only 12 miles total on Saturday and Sunday and 36 total miles for the week however, I am so sore from all the painting and prepping that I’m pretty sure that counts as a few workouts.

We got home late yesterday and unfortunately I had a migraine all day and night, (probably from paint fumes.)  As we were driving in we thought we smelled smoke.  As we got closer we saw it.

Fire

This house is 3 street down from us, not far at all.  Fortunately the family was able to escape.  I have only met them once but they seemed nice, a young couple and their mother or mother in law.  Unfortunately the family’s two dogs perished in the fire.  So sad.  This is the third house fire that has happened in my neighborhood in the last few years.  I’m definitely going to be more careful with candles and things.

That’s it for me, I’ve got some serious work to do.

How was your Easter weekend?  Do anything fun?

What is your emergency?

We finally got some good news at the vet yesterday.  That morning I took Hank for a little walk and he pooped a little soft poop.  Not that you need to know that but really, you do.  When we got to the vets office Hank’s little swelling was almost unrecognizable and the vet determined that there was no obvious hole from a hernia and it must have been swollen because of his stomach issues, so we could just take a wait and see approach.

jumping up and down

But then she went on to explain that Hank has very large balls.  Only she didn’t exactly say it like that.  It was more like, the large blah, blah, blah, and the rise in testosterone from the doohicky in the watchamacallit could be a problem in the future.  It could result in a serious hernia that will need surgery.  So I asked her what could be done to keep that from happening and she said, we need to castrate him.

Run Dog Run That wasn’t really Hank’s reaction because he has no idea what castration actually means but it was close to MacGyver’s reaction.

After we left the vet Hank and I came straight home because I am really behind in work and can’t afford to dick around.  When we walked through the lanai up to the back door I noticed the back door was open and I thought I had closed it.

I didn’t give it too much thought as Hank and I entered the house but then I saw this:

wrecked house

Oh My God!

I slowly backed up as I dialed 911 and then I heard the bird make his loud ‘PEW’ sound and I was hoping he was okay and I was wondering where Boomer was and hoping no one had hurt him.

Just as that thought entered my head and the 911 operator answered the phone I looked down at the floor and saw Hank’s food bowl, the very same bowl I had put way up high on the table so that Boomer wouldn’t eat it while we were gone.

Emergency Services Lady:  911 What is your emergency?

Me:  Bad dog, BAD DOG!

Emergency Services Lady:  Excuse me?  Ma’am?

Me:  Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.  I thought someone broke into my house but it was just my dog.  My dog is the thief, a food thief.  I’m so sorry.

The operator laughed and asked me if I was sure I was okay and I assured her that I was but that I couldn’t say the same for my dog because he was in big trouble.  We hung up after that but I think she had to follow some sort of protocol, (or else she just wanted to hear about what kind of idiot calls 911 for a dog food burglar), because she sent two cop cars by.

I was mortified.  Boomer was still in a food coma.

Do you have dogs? 

Have they been spayed or neutered?  If so, did you do it when they were younger or older?