Slimming Hair Styles!!

What to Expect had the nerve to use this as their email subject line. Who are they kidding?

Slimming hair styles. Pffft!

I made a comment about my mom reading my last post- and a few of you commented about that. I forgot to tell you all that although my 91 year old grandmother has a laptop, email account AND now a facebook account my mother just set her computer up that we got her at Christmas (107 days ago.) She likes to take things one step at a time. One hundred and seven days to set it up so according to my calculations, it'll be August before her Internet is up and working. 

So- more about mom- after the long weekend with the Toni Braxton contractions and my belly feeling like it weighs a thousand pounds, my cat Cookie was acting up something fierce. She has a portosystemic liver shunt. Recently she has been having a tough time tolerating her meds- she's been barfing quiet a bit- so he held up with them for a while. Unfortunately, without her meds, she can't tolerate food and she acts like one of those drunks who's head looks like it weighs a thousand pounds. Poor kitty. 

So I'm looking up to the sky asking why the good Lord has forsaken me...(all the while not letting my problems be my crutch) talking to mom on the phone while I'm trying to find a Phillies shirt that fits me in Walmart (again, I'm tired after the long weekend of contractions, Easter, not be "allowed" to be as active as I like, basically just super drained) and telling her about my new woes with Cookie. The woman has the NERVE to ask me, "Well Sweetie, have you thought that maybe it's time to put her down?" 

Insert record screeeeeching to a hault here. 

Rather than curse her out (because she's my mother and I love her and she deserves better than that) I started to cry and hurried her off the phone. What I was thinking was, "Oh, put her down? Of course not! I've only seen the cat fall down the stairs 2+/- times a day for her ENTIRE life. I've seen her have countless seizures. She walks around the house misjudging jumps on counters, beds, the couch. On good days, she looks like she has advanced Parkinsons. And today, my husband had to HOLD HER UP IN THE LITTER BOX SO SHE COULD PISS. But put her down? Wow, I'm glad you said something! The thought NEVER crossed my mind."

Sheesh. 

We took her to the vet (my sister in law) and she had an enulose enema and it was suggested that she not be allowed upstairs and DEFINITELY not in the crib since for the next few days she'll be suffering from anal leakage. Awesome.

The cat leads a decent life. Sure, moving to a house with spiral stairs was probably the meanest thing we could do to her but without us (and my sister-in-law) she would've been dead four years ago after the inception of the seizures. 

She's pretty f'cute.

When her time comes (life expectancy was put at about 6 years) the boys will be in for a RUDE awakening. We keep food down all the time so she can pick at it at her leisure...this will NOT happen after she passes. 

Hmm. Anything else? Idk. 7pm game tonight. After yesterday's practice, I'm not terribly optimistic but whatever.