I Scream, You Scream

Yes, that's a normal spoon in that carton--not a serving spoon!

I found the cutest little single serving, most yummy and absolutely satisfying bit of ice cream.  Maybe many of you know about these one serving conatiners for arouns a buck.  Maybe many of you are just like and avoid that aisle 100% of the time as too avoid a complete meltdown.  I can't have ice cream in the house!  Even if I buy a pint, I can't eat just half and put it back.  No, no, of course I HAVE to eat the ENTIRE container.

Shawn wanted chocolate ice cream for milk shakes, and this is fine because I hate chocolate ice cream.  Weird, right?  I love everything else in the world that has chocolate in it.  Forcing myself down the ice cream aisle I remembered that wonderful afternoon last summer when I found a tiny container of Ben & Jerry's Strawberry Cheesecake.  Sigh.

For the first time in a year, I checked out the latest additions.  I found this half-cup serving of Dreyer's and didn't even realize it was made with skim milk until I'd already eaten half of it.  Yeah, that's how good it is.  There's even a select deposit of caramel goo directly in the center.  I hate to spoil the surprise, but it was an exciting find!

Trust me, people.  I know caramel.

Lost and Found

Last night as I was taking Lucy to bed, I felt a lump just to the side of her spine.  I drove her nuts feeling it over and over, then feeling the other side as well.  Shawn was in the middle of an epic battle on the PSP so I didn't say anything.  Plus, I was just hoping it might be something like a calcium deposit that would eventually go away.  I'm not sure what that is, but I hear about it a lot here and there.  The idea was to keep this weekend mellow, in hopes that Shawn's blood pressure might cool off.

Of course, after I had spent the better part of the afternoon crying, and hiding it, I was exhausted.  I hid this news well, though.  I'll keep an eye on it.  Go from there.  What else can I do?

Still Going

We had an episode with Shawn that we kept very hush-hush.  Hid vision had suddenly gone blurry and he felt very dizzy.  We didn't want to worry his mother so we kept it all very quiet.  His doctor ran a serious of pokings and proddings, took several vials of blood and concluded that Shawn's blood pressure was sky high.  He's due back next week for the results of the blood work.

What ticked me off is that the doctor never mentioned anything to Shawn about smoking or eating habits.  I think everyone assumes by looking at how thin Shawn is that he doesn't love french fries and Hot Pockets.

I had my own issues to deal with on Saturday.  Massive diarrhea, a painful boil cropped up, I think I broke something in my foot or a toe because something there has been seriously hurting for several days and it will not go away.  Late night, I ate a pineapple cup and the stomach cramps subsided.  Go pineapple, go.

This evening, I took Lucy outside.  I haven't cried a few days it seems, which is good.  Things are getting better.  I watched as Lucy stepped on uneven ground and her hind leg buckled slightly.  Immediately a crystal clear image was the focus of my mind.

I saw a perfect picture of my little dog Prissy, trying desperately to hold herself up with hind legs that could not do what they were meant to do.  It broke my heart to watch her.  It broke my heart to remember this.  All my last memories of that little dog are of her in pain or fear. 

What began as a quiet, gentle cry quickly manifested in a hearty bawl.  I doubled over, covering my face with my hands, not caring what neighbors might be out, oblivious to the world around me.  Lucy, who hadn't wanted anything to do with me nearly all day, quickly trotted over and reached up to me by stretching her front feet onto my knee.  I scratched her tiny ear and cried even harder.  We went inside and she sat with me as I attempted to finish the movie I had started before Lucy's bathroom break.  For the next hour, I cried on and off as Lucy nuzzled my hand, signaling that I must pet her immediately. 

Maybe it's merely PMS.  Maybe I just haven't quite grieved enough. 
God, why did You make me go through this?