Goodbye Chica

Our little dog Chica left us, she got very sick... After many test and a couple days of IV treatment we ruled out cancer. Tony and I assumed it was cancer because she had a growth on her. Test showed that the growth was just fatty tissue and Xrays showed that there was an object got lodged in the area that the stomach empties. the doctor said it may have been metallic because of the Xrays... We believe now that it was aluminum foil she got into. We had the option to do surgery, the total for everything would have been 2300.00. After long discussions and many tears we decided to go ahead with the surgery. Had it been something like cancer I would have let her go... but I could not justify her dying over aluminum foil... I still can't... but the doctors said there might have been to much damage to her insides and was not sure she would pull through, apparently she as in a lot of pain and they were giving her morphine in her IV... knowing all this and having only a few hours to decide her fate was not easy.... but in the end we decided to let her go... she was about 12 years old. And all though very healthy and active... this took so much out of her.

it was hard to let her go when we had reserved ourselves to the surgery. I still can't come to terms with it... but I pray she is happy where ever she is and she's playing with Dobbie in Doggie heaven.

Until next time, old man!

Sometimes it takes a bit of embarrassment to kick start my health...

here is the story... once opon a time, long long ago (yesterday) I decided to check out my apartments fitness room, it had older equipment but still does the job well enough... I was stunned in how out of shape I became in just a few months. In October I was rocking the elliptical machine... 40 minutes about four times a week. Last night I managed ten minutes of pathetic, sweaty, gasping.

Since this was my first time there I was a bit self conscious about working out in there with a bunch of machismo studs and lycra clad bimbets! This old man walked in, he had to be in his seventies, pushing 80, I thought cool I can handle this, I won't look too pathetic, and hey now I'm the young bimbet. He took the machine right next to me, removed his outer shirt to show his biceps - which were surprisingly tone... as I gasped, sweated and fumbled to keep a respectable pass, this old man completely out did me, no gasping, no sweating... and I swear the man was laughing at me as he turned up the speed on his machine, I was secretly turning mine down, you know the old "check your pulse" move while hitting the "slower" button.

He was nice enough, carried on a conversation with me for a few minutes with not a hint of being winded... not to be out done I straightened up and ignored the fact that every word I said to this guy took away sweet oxygen from my lungs...

So I had to stop... and wouldn't you know this man... actually gave me a smirk of a smile and said "leaving so soon?" I should have whooped his butt! And I would have if I wasn't so afraid he'd win.

As I prepaired to leave he said with another smirk "see ya next time then" and I thought "that's right old man, it’s on!"

I now have the theme song of Rocky playing in my head... and visions of running up those damn steps in Philly to take on my opponent... an old man with a slight limp.

UPADTE: Since returning to the gym I have now realized... there two very different elliptical machines... one hard, one easy... I was out smarted!

Timing is everything

Everybody warned me that being a single mom is like a wirlwind especially with a child so young, and I understood, not in the sence of practice but I understood I'd have to pick up my pace and time out my routine accordingly... the better I get at it the more Quinn thrives. Since Tony was always the Morning man with Quinn, It's taking me some time to get used to since I was alawys out of the house before Quinn woke up... I am learning that I can't give him choices in the morning... it's get up and go... don't even turn on the TV or start playing.

Bed time I have covered... He goes to bed quietly and falls asleep on his own. Which is a something that Tony and I worked on for about a year in a half... bed time was never a walk in the park. I'm still amazed when I put him down, kiss his head and close the door... I stand at the door waiting for the wailing but there is none anymore... thank God.

what is taking me time to get used to is that as a couple with tony - I had some time, all though not much, on a daily basis to sit relax and play on the computer... there is no doing that now... so I am adjusting to life as a part time computer junky. Sometimes I don't tun on my computer for days... I figure on nights that tony is with quinn, I can catch up.

so far everything is OK, I still miss my cats and I miss Sadie, right now I think Tony is giving them more then I can. He's giving them a bit more leeway... where as I was always shielding them from Quinn... so maybe they are happier... but I still want my cats back :(