Thursday, February 26, 2009


So if you ever get a cat, especially a full grown one, and think "hmm, I wonder if I should get him declawed?" listen to Auntie Tara and DON'T!

Simon is a very sweet kitty who weighs about 10 lbs. Denali, our dog weighs close to 80 lbs. Guess which animal is scared of the other? You got it, Denali is scared spitless of a tiny little cat. However, poor Denali has many scratches on his nose, paws and sides to prove why he should be frightened. So on Friday Simon attacked Denali and had him backed into a corner, Thompson, our other kitty decided that the fight was too lopsided for his taste and attacked Simon. The water bottle was nowhere to be found, so we couldn't break up the fight. The end result was Denali, Simon and Thompson were all bleeding and very angry at each other.

So I called the vet to get The Instigator declawed. I am not the kind of person who thinks cats should be declawed. I'm pretty good at getting cats to realize the scratching post is a really good alternative to my couch. But my couch wasn't what whas being beaten all to heck, it was my poor sweet dog who doesn't seem to realize he could probably eat Simon in about three bites.

Simon came home the other day. Poor baby! He can hardly walk and when he goes more than 10 feet, he stops and picks up his front paws and sits like a bunny on his haunches while he gives his toes a rest. He's also a little whacked out on the pain meds, so he sleeps a lot. I feel so sorry for the little baby, but I'm not sure we really had another option. There's no way we could give him up, he and Ian are like glue. They just stick together.

On the up side, Denali is happier!

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Whoo-Hoo! I'm feeling better!

Brian and I cooked a pork butt last night. If you have never experienced Brian's pulled pork you may not know it is award winning. I have the award up in the cupboard. It's good stuff. We had a couple of friends over last night for dinner and shared our pork. Dinner is defiantly more fun with friends than without.

Then with a little leftover pork I made funeral potatoes. If you do not live in Utah you may not know what funeral potatoes are. I didn't 'til I moved here. They are creamy and cheesey and baked and apparently someone always brings them to funeral potlucks. Mine are a little different with a "smoke pit" twist. Anyway, I took my potatoes over to T and Becky this morning since they like my recipe so much. They own a restaurant called "Q4U". Big-time BBQers. I am so ready for some competitions. I'm sad Brian and I were not able to get the pit he wanted but it is on schedule for next year. It's fun to see how we do in the competitions but the camaraderie is really the best.

Brain is over with T right now smoking some chicken. He wants to get T's opinion on his sauce for the chicken. I think it is wonderful and everyone we ask about it says it's great, but we did not do so well in competition with it. I'm wondering weather we're being told one thing and people think another or if there was just a bad batch of chicken that went out last time. T will tell us the truth, we can trust his opinion.

Anyhow, things are better around here and we're all feeling better too.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

I'm Sick

I'm sick and I don't feel good and my throat is so sore I can't swallow. My head is pounding I'm coughing and choking and you don't even want to know about the phlegm. I'm SICK! So where is my sick day? Why can't I just curl up with some NyQuil and sleep all day and all night! Why is there no sick days for mommies? I want someone to bring me COLD Kool-aid for my sore throat and MAKE me take the icky cough syrup that tastes like (insert bad word here)so I'll feel better later. And I want way more sleep than I am getting. Enough complaining. Sorry. I'll talk happy later!