Tuesday, July 26, 2016

CRABBY (our parents)

Dad had his appt. on Friday for his arm checkup.  Apparently when the doc promised 100% better he neglected to tell them that occasionally and for some unknown reason like 1 out of 200 the surgeries don't work and instead of 100% better, you are 100% worse.  No driving still.  Weight limit 4 lbs. No more PT.... Nuffin more can be done, but come back in 6 weeks just in case some miracle happens and the doc can witness it.   >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>GREATTTTTTTTTT.

THEN Dad and Mom got to meet the new pain management doctor.  Mom had visions of medication in her head for dad to help with anxiety, depression, and not sleeping.  GUESS WHAT was prescribed.........chocolate and sex.          Mom actually was imagining shoving a big ass chocolate candy bar down the pretend doc throat but it did not happen.  Apparently the doc wasn't like a REAL doc and she could NOT write out prescriptions so instead she gave DAD a cd to listen to of songs she made for him to help him relax, and some breathing exercise to practice, to breath through the pain.  NOW our mom knows these things can help a person, but not a person like our DAD.  He needs drugs THEN once he calms down, and the pain lessons, he will learn to breath and be nice again.  Not a good day on Friday.

Then Sat. it is 111 degrees outside.  We slept.





Trapped in the house with piper and the kittens, and dad being all anxious cos Gussie plays rough with Henri and Dad has made himself their new guardian.  So Mom is calming Dad down, Gussie down, and who ever the hell walks into the door.

But Dad I am just watching them.

Sunday the grandboy came down and helped mom put together their new bed.  Mom shut the door to keep dad out cos she wanted a day of quiet, and peace to work on the bed, but dad somehow found his way into the room and decided to pick up the big empty boxes to take outside, guess what happened???? He lifted them up to high and hit the ceiling fan and it made this terrible noise of a dinosaur and it broke.  Dead.  Dead. Dead.  Yep Mom was imagining the fan and Dad in the river, just below our house, floating far far way...........down the river, emptying into the Mississippi River that goes all the way to the coast.  We think Dad would enjoy living on the coast with the seagulls and the sand don't you.  We think it will help his anxiety a lot.

Today Dad called mom and said a new kitten showed up on the back step.  Dad already knows the drill so he went over to the vet, got all the flea treatments, gave it all to the new kitten and put him back out on the porch until he is flea free.  Mom told him on the phone the next time a kitten shows up at our house Dad is to walk his happy ass hiney back over to Kevins house, knock on the door and hand the little sweet kitten back to his irresponsible owner.  Dad said he would NEXT TIME.

Your gonna send us where????????????????   Can you get that flashy beast out of our faces??????????


stella rose

21 comments:

  1. Yeah. We hate it when our Dad gets grumpy. Most of the time he's just yelling at the TV. Other times, he's fixing something and it's not working out. So he growls and hollers. We doggies go and hide in ghostwriter's office. He usually gets over it soon.

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  2. OMD your daddy sounds just like mine too.
    The pretend doc saw us for 87 seconds.
    No shot for hip pain.
    But but but,,,,,, the ceiling fan OMD so glad no one was hurt!!!!!
    xo Astro

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  3. Oh dears. You knows Stella Rose, the MALE SPECIES of HUMANS can be very difficult sometimes. Especially when the grumpies set in. I sure hopes that your Pops can gets his pain under control, cause that is never funs. I agree with your MOms, all those thingies can be very valuable, butts only after a tolerable pain threshold is reached. I gots my paws crossed that the docs can work somethings out!
    Oh, and a pitcher of margaritas, and a handyman for your Moms....☺
    Kisses,
    Ruby ♥

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  4. When our mom gets grumpy we run.
    Snorts,
    Lily & Edward

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  5. Never a dull moment at your place!!!
    Yours sincerely,
    Margaret Thatcher

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  6. Well that sucks! But on the bright side I see yall are still collecting kittens. BOL

    Aroo to you,
    Sully

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  7. Hari OM
    OMD that is riddy-clueless of them to get things backside over hellbow about the pain issue (pardon the dreadful punning)... Sending heaps of POTP to ALL of you... wish I could send you some of the cool wetness we are having for a summer from here... sigh... you may just have to think "Scottish"... !!! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

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  8. Furst of all mom loves your writing. So funny and full of honesty even when the situation is not funny whatsoever. We agree that Kevin or some authority needs to take over the kitty rescue. And maybe your dad needs to make an appointment with a MD who can give him what he needs to feel better (and not viagra if you get what we're saying - we don't get it but mom said to type it anyway). Hang in there furends . . .

    Your Pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  9. Good grief! You have certainly got a lot to be crabby about. Start with the heat. Course your dad would start with the pain.

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  10. Hi Stella - I'm so sorry to hear things have been so crazy for you all. Especially your pops. I've heard chocolate can cure many things - so it might be worth a try (just make sure you and the other pugs don't get into it!). Sending some good pug juju your way!

    -Love,
    Sid.

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  11. guys....yur mom & dad haza rite to use werds like *(@#))! and *%@!@@ and *)@!#!^((!# _*!#_*!#

    we wood two

    N dont forgets de F werd

    ~~~~~~ flounder ~~~~~~

    ♥♥♥☺☺☺

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  12. A CD, chocolate and sex…wow, ummmm, finks you went to see a Witch Doctor maybe? Maybe a REAL doctor would be more useful!
    Oh and as fur Kevin…I is finking of practising my Pirate Princess thingy on him and casting him afloat in a boat wivout a paddle! Ha take that Kevin….oh and take that mad crazy Witch Doctor win you!
    Loves and licky kisses
    Princess Leah xxx,

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  13. Some so called doctors are just a waste of space - we are sorry you had to meet one of them

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  14. We are so sorry to hear your daddy is still not feeling well. It sure doesn't help when the doctors don't seem to be helping either. We love how you can keep your sense of humor and hope your sanity last too. We will keep our paws crossed that your daddy can find some relief soon.

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  15. We think your mum is heading for Sainthood...just sayin'.

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  16. Oh man, this has been a terrible ordeal. Every time you do something to make the situation better it becomes worse. I am sorry but we did laugh a chocolate and sex. Who is your dad seeing? The love doctor. And we know for experience having sex with chocolate makes everything melt. Your Dad is restless. Your Mom is frustrated. We are praying you start getting the breaks you deserve

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  17. Oh my gosh,, so many disasters happening in your world! Its too hot not to have a celing fan working.
    Its too hot to have a crabby house!
    CD's of all things..
    Some doggy doctors do acupunture,, maybe that would help!
    love
    tweedles

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  18. Tweedles may have an idea there - hhmmm sticking needles in your Dad - your mom might enjoy that.
    we sure wish something would help
    hugs
    Mr Bailey, Hazel & Mabel

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  19. Come play with us when the crabs are out! My mommy can be crabby too!

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  20. Oh StellaRose...our Mama doesn't know whether to laugh, cry or do a bit of both for your Mama...give her extra snuggles and huggies from us!!
    Smiley Hugs!
    Dory, Jakey, Arty & Bilbo

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  21. I am SO SORRY for everything!

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