Saturday, April 29, 2006

Marathon day

Lillie and I are getting ready to head downtown and cheer her daddy on as he crosses the finish line. Well, she's taking a power nap, and I'm getting ready, but you get the idea. He should already be a couple miles into the half marathon, hoping his new mp3 player has enough tunes to last thirteen miles.

We're going to head to the Coliseum - see you there!

Oh yeah, and go here and read the last three paragraphs.

Thursday, April 27, 2006

Surprise! Another tribute to Lillie...

Good morning and welcome to the Thursday edition of "How Cute is my Puppy?". Right now, my choices of blog fodder are limited to Lillie and "Do you realize how pregnant I am?".

I trust you thank me for sticking with the puppy...

Here we see Lillie in her doggie bed, which she has transformed into her toy box. Every day, she runs through the house collecting all of her toys, then drops them in her bed. She then drags the bed around, so she has all of her possessions close at hand. Of course, every once in a while, she finds new things that she decides should be hers... Usually consisting of Zitty's cat toys and random pieces of clothing, she brings her new treasures to her bed, hoping we won't notice.

I think once she gets bigger, she'll try dropping Zitty in there too...

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Things we've called our puppy in the past 2 days...

Lillie Biscuit
Lillie B
Lillie Bug
Lil Bit
Lillie Pup
Puppy Love
Punkin Head
Baby Dog
Puppy Doll
Little Sh*t
B*tch
F*cker!

The last three are usually preceded by "OW!"

She has sharp teeth.

Saturday, April 22, 2006

I hate hospitals!

Just a few weeks ago, we made an evening rush hour dash to the ER.

The next week, Joe's mom had a fall, broke her hip and had a new one put in. Now she's in another hospital (for 3 more days) for rehab.

I spent Thursday afternoon hooked to monitors and getting every sort of test you can think of... (no baby yet, and both baby and I are fine, but we were told not to expect to make it to our due date - we'll find more out Monday when I go back and go through it all again).

But yesterday afternoon was the WORST.

Our precious baby took a swan dive off a retaining wall in the front yard. She landed about three feet below on the sidewalk and as I was telling her how silly she was to fall, she tried to stand and SCREAMED in pain, holding her right paw dangling in the air.

"SHE BROKE HER LEG!"

I scooped her up, we rushed inside, called the vet - he was out of the office getting continuing education credits. They referred us to another vet who supposedly has office hours until 7:00 PM. There was no answer there. By this time, we're a couple blocks from the house, cursing traffic, and called a third vet who was open until 6:00 (by now, it's 10 minutes 'til 6:00 and I was in tears begging them to not lock the doors before we got there).

The good news:

No broken leg. She was given a cortisone shot and told not to run or jump for a day or two (like that's going to happen).

And the vet said she's the most beautiful puppy in the world.

But we already knew that.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Monday, April 17, 2006

Lillie's Easter weekend

Lillie had an exciting weekend:

She tried to help me and the Hannah Bear with our sidewalk chalk drawings.

She had a pretty sweet ride (she sleeps a lot and gets really HEAVY to carry - and it's practice for when the baby's here, right?).

We visited the Nashville Animal Control open house and she got a cute bandana.

Her big brother rarely lets her out of his sight.

Her daddy thought it was cute when she chewed on the kitchen rug, but mommy wasn't amused - instead, she was given her porcupine to chew on.

We went to Gramma's for Easter, where she stole treats from the big dogs, and got really tired and slept through dinner.

But she woke up in time to wake her daddy up from his nap.

View the complete Lillie set here.

Friday, April 14, 2006

It's a girl!!!


Lillie Biscuit
Originally uploaded by LindaDblU.
Please welcome our newest family member:

Lillie Biscuit Dubin

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

It all works out in the end...

I don't mean to parrot what's already been said, but it's been a tough couple of weeks. I've been home on medical leave for the past 4 weeks (and will be until the baby gets here), my husband had a trip to the ER last week, between us, 3 of our friends have lost their fathers in the past week and a half, and my mother in law fell at work yesterday, broke her hip, and is having replacement surgery later today.

Oh yeah, and our friends the plumbers left us with $1000 less in the bank, and although we no longer have water coming through the ceiling or any other inappropriate areas, we also have a gaping hole in our family room ceiling, along with a chewed up wall in our downstairs bath.

Even though it may seem that things have been all gloom and doom, there are bright spots. Even though he required several stitches, Joe's hand is healing just fine - he was even able to finish mowing the lawn the other day. The weather has been absolutely glorious the past few days, and doesn't appear to be going away any time soon. And after a trip to Target this weekend, the nursery is pretty much baby-ready. And, it looks like our family is about to gain another member very soon... Stay tuned for more information!

Don't forget to drive by 5th and Broad and dump some change or drop a check to the Red Cross in a bucket. They're out until 2:00 today.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Helping our friends and neighbors

Joe's going to be downtown tomorrow in front of the GEC, collecting donations with the Red Cross to help out those who were hit by Friday's storms.

My good friend lost her step father, and many others lost loved ones and have had significant damage to their homes.

The drill's the same as before... No need to get out of your car, just slow down and they'll come to you. 5:00 AM until 2:00 PM.

Thanks.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

There are easier ways to get a couple of days off work...


Because our drive to and from Chattanooga to attend a funeral left me with Fred Flintstone feet, I was more than happy to crawl into bed yesterday afternoon while my husband did some yard work.

Except after lying there for 10 minutes, I had yet to hear the lawn mower engine start up, and instead heard the slam of the garage door, followed by some heavy stomping up the stairs.

"That doesn't sound good - maybe the mower won't start," I thought. I was quickly interrupted by, "Honey, get up and get ready to go - I just cut my hand off and need to get help".

Knowing my husband has a flair for the dramatic, I wasn't too panicked, until I glanced at his right hand to see a good sized gash and a lot of white. Was it bone? Don't ask - I didn't look that long. I was too busy trying to run to the kitchen and get a (navy blue) towel before he grabbed one of our new yellow (not the ones that got covered in lipstick) towels out of the bathroom.

20 seconds later, I was telling him to keep the (yellow) towel pressed tightly to his hand and hold it above heart level while I got dressed and grabbed my purse, his wallet, car keys, a couple bottles of water, and steered him towards the door.

Within an hour, we were leaving the ER after a tetanus shot, a painkiller shot, four stitches, and a LOT of drama (let's just say he better not even THINK of calling me a drama queen when I go into labor), and on our way to pick up prescriptions, first aid supplies, and a Roma calzone.

The doctor said no work for 2 days, which means me and the cat (and the plumbers) will have some extra company at home, not to mention a struggle for control of the TV. Well, at least until the Lortab knocks him out. :)

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

A big shout out...

...to Spray N Wash.

Please note: This is not a paid endorsement, nor did I receive any sort of incentive (like free samples) from the makers or promoters of Spray N Wash (although I'm not against it -- hint hint). This is merely a heartfelt recommendation for their product.

So, yesterday wasn't the best day for me. I woke up a little too tired and achy to even think about attempting my pre-natal yoga DVD, and remembered I had to call the plumber as we were having problems with not one, but BOTH of our showers. We're talking major amounts of water in places water shouldn't be (like the family room ceiling - and I'll need a drywall repair guy when this is over, if you know of a cheap good one, let me know...).

The plumber came and left, unable to fix either problem without the assistance of some over $100 an hour inspector who can't get here until Thursday. On the bright side (and I'm stretching here), at least I'll have visitors during the day not once, but TWICE this week.

Since I was already downstairs to point out where the tub was about to fall through the ceiling, I decided to throw in a load of laundry - one of those "a little of everything" loads - one of the two pairs of jeans I can wear, my only pair of shorts, some towels, a couple of my husbands work out shirts, boxers, and other miscellaneous "medium colored" items.

Long story short(er), 2 hours later, it was time to empty the dryer. And I pulled out my shorts to find them covered in purple streaks. Loreal Raisin Rapture, to be exact.

I wanted to cry (at least I can blame that on the extra hormones I have surging through me right now), but instead, I grabbed that little green bottle off the shelf and started spraying the heck out of everything while I thought, "Why didn't I catch that tube of lipstick when I was putting the clothes into the dryer - you know, BEFORE it melted into everything???" And with every item I sprayed, I added up the replacement cost in my head (and bath towels ain't cheap).

After spraying until my hands ached, I dumped the remainder of the bottle into the washer, closed the lid, and thought, "Why am I even wasting my time??? Everything is going to end up in the trash anyway."

I'm thrilled to say I was wrong. The only two items that didn't come out spotless were my shorts and a pair of boxers - the lightest weight and lightest colored items of the bunch.

So if you are as stupid careless as I am and decide to both wash and dry a tube of lipstick, don't shout, but grab the Spray N Wash. You'll thank me.

Monday, April 03, 2006

I thought he was just trying to keep me awake so I would keep petting him...

Scientists have demonstrated that cats produce the purr through intermittent signaling of the laryngeal and diaphragmatic muscles. Cats purr during both inhalation and exhalation with a consistent pattern and frequency between 25 and 150 Hertz. Various investigators have shown that sound frequencies in this range can improve bone density and promote healing.
Why do cats purr?