I walked the dogs without Tin in the Ergobaby because it was already too hot for woman and beast by the time I got out there. We came across the nuns leaving morning mass in their long black habits – mind you it was at least 90 if not more with 1000% humidity. Then we passed the Hari Krishna’s in their ankle length orange robes. There was something going on at the park, lot of…
Look at this little boy – precious is what they call him – we call him Tin: Here are shots of him in his new wife beater – with his receding hairline and Buddha belly, it really suits him: Notice the dry eyes: He’s so damn cute: I realized the best way to give him eye drops is just be frank with him – you got to have them and yes they are annoying: This…
I had to go back to Verizon for yet another tutorial and still have lost all my contacts that I’m trying to get back one at a time. Harumph, this will take forever. Meanwhile, I brought Tin by this hair studio to a woman I met yesterday who was giving me tips on his hair – how to twirl it with a comb – he was sound asleep when we went in but she got…
Who thought of these ideas. We have to give Tin eye drops three times a day with this milky almost yogurt like substance. It is like trying to give a feral cat a pill. Ridiculous!
Most people on the outside don’t understand the beauty of Loca. Not that she isn’t a beautiful dog – for a black lab she is an elegant and lithe picture of beauty. And smart – there is no dog that I have ever had that comes close to being a smart as she is – maybe Sam but Sam was a curmudgeon. Loca is also a card carrying clown. She gets down and army crawls…
I give up. I have waited patiently for you to sign up with Verizon so that I could get an iPhone, but again, you let me down. I’m not switching to AT&T because service is more important than device for me. So yesterday when my telephone failed, not just my telephone, but my mother’s that I used as a bridge when mine failed to when I would be buying my iPhone, I had to bite…
T1 – on the mend T2 – on the mend What a week! Oh well, I guess it is back to worrying about the oil spill:
Tin came through his surgery like a champ. Mommy did too, maybe. I was with him till he had some happy juice in him (their terminology) and followed him to be rolled into the operating room, and then a friend came and got me when he was done. But standing in the room and waiting for an hour and a half for everything to begin made me want to throw up. I asked all the…
The gender of pronouns is constantly confused in this house and it always puzzles me because Croatian doesn’t use gender so you’d think they’d recognize gender differences in a language that only uses it in the pronouns. My mother in law refers to Tin as she and her constantly, saying things like in her room, which confuses me, or talking about Tatjana by saying, he doesn’t listen, who? I think to myself. But this morning…
Tomorrow morning I have to scoop Tin out of his crib at 5:45 am and bring him to the hospital to have his tear duct surgery. When the nurse was describing the procedure to me today I grew peaked. Tin needs to be there an hour and a half before they even begin and then they are going to give him a little Versed (to make him drowsy) then laughing gas and then an IV…