A typical Saturday morning in the land of the crazy people

Fridays with Riley

Go already, so I can get my breakfast!

Riding in the car.

Looking out the window, wishing he was outside instead of in here.

Waiting not so (groan) patiently... And still waiting...

Sleeping it off at home.

Awake but irritated.

Blasts from the Past

Maybe it's that the holiday season nearing. Maybe it's the fact that I have a blog and a website and leave my real name on anything I sign online and therefore am incredibly easy to find if someone is at all curious. Or maybe I'm just that unforgettable. (I'm voting for that one, by the way.) But in the past week, four, yes FOUR blasts from the past have appeared out of nowhere from different points in my life. And I love it. I think it's great hearing where people are now... the marriages, babies, moves, jobs, vacations. I love thinking about where I was back then when they were in my life. And I love thinking about where I am now as a result of it all. Sure, it'd be fun to dive back in time for a day or twelve. Who doesn't want to be young and careless, even for the briefest of moments, again? But to go back and actually live in those days... Those anxious days of not knowing what was ahead... Will I finally fall in love? Will I ever have money? Will I find a job I like instead of dread? Will I ever find that happy, satisfied place in my life everyone looks for? Will I find a perfect pair of jeans that make my ass look cute? I'm thankful for the goods and the bads and wouldn't change any most of them. In the meantime, I'll embrace and hold on to those in my past who show up again to remind me of just where I'm still heading. And after all, it's a whole lot of fun reminiscing about crazy days of yore with those who were there alongside me.

Moo

Last night I took a trip to Kewaskum Frozen Meats:

To pick up Bessie. 156 pounds of Mmmmmmmm....

Top 10 reasons why I think we need to bail out the Big 3

1. 1 in 10 jobs in America is affected by the Big 3.
2. It’s serves to effectively punish American manufacturing workers for the horseshit healthcare system in this country. Why are they getting $70 an hour? Healthcare costs!
3. A huge reason our economy didn’t go into a flat-out depression after 9/11 was due to GM’s 0% financing deal. If something happens again, do you think Honda and Toyota are going to bolster our economy?
4. 2.5 million jobs would be lost in the first year. And these aren’t jobs that can just up and transfer to another industry. Let’s look at how much our government spends retraining and relocating these people!
5. We suspended campaigns and raced back to Washington to hand out $700 billion to the banks who gave predatory loans to low income households but not willing to give $25 billion to save what’s left of our manufacturing base? Really?!?
6. In 1980 we guaranteed $1.5 billion of private loans to Chrysler, which was much smaller than GM is today. The government made $400 million on the deal. Why would we think today would be any different?
7. No country in the world would let its manufacturing industry fail like we have ours.
8. National security. Where do you think things get built for our military?
9. Unlike others we’ve bailed out already, most of the Big 3 employees haven't seen raises for years. Yes, I know, some executives are getting bonuses and riding in their private jets. So fire them and put new people in place. Or demand they stop doing that, like we did with AIG. But don't fault the assembly worker for their assinine behavior.
10. Do you like buying things? Go against the bailout and watch the dollar drop so low you won’t be able to see it in the depths of the abyss into which it’ll fall.

Head in the Ass Syndrome

There have been a lot of bugs going around already this season, causing sniffles and sneezes and other disgusting effects. But I need to warn you about one that I've seen pop up a lot this week... I'm calling it "Head in the Ass Syndrome". If you encounter someone with this ailment, don't just walk, but run away. From what I can tell, it must be highly contagious, because I'm seeing its symptoms EVERYWHERE!!! ARRGH!

A little bit overwhelmed

I'm pretty good in the midst of a crisis or chaotic event. But after? Forget it, I'm a total mess. I think my natural reaction is to go in and then stay in a complete state of denial until I don't need it anymore, and then all hell breaks loose. And I think all hell is on the verge of breaking loose. The roof is on. Riley's radiation appointments are set and my vacation days are taken for them. The laundry and dishes are clean (well, mostly). The fridge is full. And here come the holidays... And the request for gift ideas. And the endless stream of bills to pay for the last couple of weeks and upcoming months. And work projects to get done in record time. And appointments to be made and somehow kept when my vacation is going toward doggie radiation. And white day and pajama day and crazy hair day and spirit day and snack day and chapel money day to remember. And... I could go on and on and on but it stresses me out even more. The last couple of nights I've woken up with such heartburn I couldn't sleep. And since I'm usually not a heartburn kind of girl, I think my body has been telling me what my mind has been refusing to figure out - I'm getting pretty wigged out. Deep breaths...

Stinky feet balls

This morning I made pão de queijo. It never fails that whenever I make them, Beerman sniffs the air and proclaims, "Ahhh, stinky feet balls again." (Really, they're Brazilian mini cheese breads made with yucca flour and some aged cheese. Totally edible and delicious if you've got a taste for them). Apparently it's a taste he hasn't quite acquired yet. ********************** And because Harry's been jealous of all the attention we've been giving to Riley, here's a glamour shot of him shortly after stealing a stinky feet ball pão de queijo.

Daily Dog

Riley goes to radiation

Come back soon, Riley!

C'mon, let's go, people!

Laying on the pillow in the car.Let me out of here!Okay, if you're not letting me out, then I'll lay down right here.

A really swollen joint

Jennifer killing time at Dunkin Donuts

And at Hobby Lobby, and the outlet mall, and Target... you get the picture without needing all the pictures...

Let's go home!

All marked up

Sometimes he's so sweet, I cry

Last night while getting ready for bed, C-man says, "I wanted to say a prayer for Riley today, but my teacher wouldn't say it. And I had it all thinked up." "Was it Mrs. D?" (Mrs. D knows about Riley) "No, she was getting our hot lunch, it was Mrs. B." "Oh, do you want to say it now?" "Yes." "Dear God. Please take care of Riley and make him feel all better. He really needs that. Amen." I don't think I've ever heard a better prayer in my life...

Dog Tired

Everyone has been working, well, like dogs around our house lately. Well, except for Harry who actually is a dog. He just gets his daily dogwalk while poor Riley has to wait behind because he still isn't walking so great. As soon as Rusty sits down Harry pounces on him like he is his own personal dog massager. But 9 p.m. seems to be as late as anyone can handle these days.

But the good news is that the roof work is progressing nicely. (Sorry, cellphone photo and it was dark when I left this morning). Hopefully the rain stays away long enough to get this project done.

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In Riley news, his bisphosphonate treatment last week seemed to help a bit, but not to the success we wanted. So, I'm taking Friday off to truck him to Aurora, Illinois for a radiation treatment. (I live in a city of 1.5 million and there is no friggin' radiation facility here. So frustrating!) His oncologist said that we'd know after the first treatment what effect it would have, if at all. I figured with that response verification, I'd try it out before going ahead with an amputation. I'm really not optimistic about the radiation. The cancer just seems to be moving so quickly. But, I'll try it and see.

Tuesday Favorites

1. David Tate Denver boots I just got these from Zappos, and am pretty much in love with them. They're soft, comfy, and cheap.

2. Laura Mercier stick foundation in bare

I got this the other day when I got my facial with cousin R. (She goes by her full name instead of her shortened nickname at work). I'm in love with not having to goop any liquid on or throw powder on after. 3. Voltaren Gel

My hands have been pretty useless the last couple of days. While normally an 80 wpm typer, I think I'm about 30 wpm today. This is what keeps me from shouting in pain while doing it.

4. The Borowitz Report

It never disappoints with articles like this and this.

5. Certainteed shingles in Burnt Sienna

Nothing says "Oh my God, I think they're on the downside of this damn project that's causing me to hemorrhage money" like seeing those sweet, sweet brown shingles up on my roof.

Pound.Pound.Pound

Why is it that even after the workers are happily snoring away, that pounding is all I can hear in my head? I'm so thankful for those who have come to help us, namely because it's saving us tens of thousands of dollars but man, I am going to be glad when this project is done.

Still Roofing

The back of the house is officially "sheeted". WAY too many punch-drunk jokes about that, by the way. Working hard on the front:

It looks like a roof, and the neighbors can't believe their eyes:

Trying to finish the garage before dark

Bill, Rusty and Eric on the garage:

Beerman and Dad cutting the sheets:

Walking Away Arthritis

Day 2 - We have a roof!

Roofing in the rain

Making sure it's all straight

Pound, pound, pound inside tarp city

Eric the roofer man

Sheet after sheet after sheet

Caught in the corner

Geriatric construction crew has a Pedialyte party