Which tastes better? Turkey or Sleeping?

Fo' So' the answer is sleeping. Generally on weekends I am in my pajamas from the minute I walk in the door from work on Friday until the minute I walk out the door for work on Monday. With the exception of 3 hours on Sunday and I am looking into some silky pajamas that could pass for dress pants to avoid that inconvenience. So the super long weekend was all kinds of awesome-ness. I had to get dressed quite a few times to go to the hospital with Bev and for the first hour that the guests were over for the Turkey eats but the increased pajama time was heavenly.

Mom Bev had her second knee replaced and is well on her way to becoming a bionic woman. She was in the hospital over Thanksgiving and thrilled to be there. I am glad she was there as well since there is no way we could have kept her in bed if there was cleaning up to do.

On Sunday we discovered that there was no water. Nothing. Apparently there was some prepared answer the city gave out for the inconvenience. When the water started to come back it was a lovely shade of orange. It was like we had hit the orange juice jackpot.

We were washing the dishes with bottled water. Very eco-friendly. But ask anyone at my work, I am nothing if not environmentally conscious. (snicker, snicker, snicker). So check me out, an entire post without my dog mentioned once. Oh...oops. BTW due to the 50% of readership desire (2 of 4) I will make a post about Cecilia's visit with the doggie psychic. I just have to find a tape deck to re-listen to the session to ensure I remember all the goods.

Lame, Lame, Lame

I suck I know. Although nobody really cares, I look at my blog to see updates of other peoples on the sidebar and everytime I come here I am bothered that I haven't updated.

So. My Cecilia had her surgery. We flew to Tennessee and her surgery was 9/18/09. Surgery went well but recovery not so much. She had a hard time keeping her blood pressure and blood sugar up and had to stay in the ICU for an extra day. I went to visit when they would let me. They let me in for 15 minutes. She was so drugged and sad looking. I know she doesn't understand and just knows that I gave her to people that hurt her.

When we were discharged 2 days later and went back to the hotel she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. I went to pet her and she would get up and walk to the other side of the bed. Definitely feeling betrayed I'm sure. We flew home after a hellish attempt due to flooding in Atlanta that messed up flights. And guess what, if your flying standby, you are much more screwed than the paying screwed people. Actually paying isn't the right word because you still have to pay to fly standby, just not as much as a last minute flight would have cost. So I was more screwed than the people that paid more, or booked early. Ultimately ending up buying a ticket on another airline to get home. I knew it was a risk. I have worked for the airlines before, I knew the drill. So I got my filleted puppy home.

She has done well. She seems to feel much better than before surgery but about the same as several months before surgery. So she is good again. FYI, doggie "communicator" (don't ask) says that Cecilia feels better than she ever has. That is a whole other post that probably won't get written.