Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Please Accept My Apologies

I am so terribly behind on my blog reading and posting. I'm not usually able to blog on the weekends and I always end up getting behind but I am more behind now than I have been in a while. I want to apologize to my readers for not having a post for yesterday. Yesterday's post was going to be about our weekend but I'm afraid that post might not even make it up today. I will try to catch up on posting as soon as I am able. I also want to apologize to all of you whose blogs I follow. I have not been commenting because I am so behind and I am sorry for that. I promise once I get caught up I will start commenting again. I will do my best not to get this behind again. It really sucks.

I am attaching a couple of pictures so that this post isn't completely wasted. Those of you who also follow the Munchkins blog will have already seen these so I apologize for that as well. New photos are coming soon.

Mama's lil froggy boy Bentley.

Mama's precious little bumble bee Lexus.


Friday, October 23, 2009

Shedding My Crutches

I had an appointment with the orthopedist on Tuesday morning. If you read Wednesday's post about Southern hospitality then you already knew that. The doctor delivered some good news and some potentially bad news. The good news is that this weekend I can begin trying to use my right foot again. I have to start slowly using both crutches to hold myself up while I slowly begin to build up the amount of pressure I put on my right foot. Then, once I am comfortable with that, I can lose one crutch. Then, I can move on to shedding them both. It will still be a long while before I am back to 100%, but I am hoping to be able to get around much better by the beginning of next week. A girl can dream!

He also gave me some exercises to do to help keep the tendons loose and to help loosen up the scar tissue on my ligaments. They are called the alphabet exercises and they hurt but I think they are working! They took a second set of x-rays and everything looks fine. No fractures to be seen.

Now for the bad news. There is a possibility that I damaged some cartilage in my ankle as well. This is something that is not easy to determine without additional tests such as a CT scan. Where the center of my pain is located is where patients who have damaged their cartilage have pain as well. There is still a good chance that this did not happen but time will tell. If it ends up that I am not improving within the next two weeks I will be going back to the orthopedist to have a CT scan done of my ankle. I am hoping that this does not happen. There is the possibility for needing surgery and physical therapy if I did indeed damage the cartilage. I am praying that this is not the case and that I am healing on schedule.


We are leaving town this afternoon to go visit our families. They live about an hour away. On Tuesday we got word that Dru's grandmother fell and ruptured her spleen and needed emergency surgery. We were all set to go and see her in the hospital but Dru's mom insisted we wait as his grandmother is on morphine and won't even know we are there. So, we decided to wait and that we would go and see her this weekend. We are heading to the hospital tonight after we both get off work and go home to retrieve the munchkins. From what we have heard she has been walking around as per doctor's orders, so that is a good sign. Hopefully she will be able to go home soon.

In all likelihood I will not be online much at all this weekend. I will be visiting with my family. My baby brother and I are very close and I miss him terribly. I want to devote as much time this weekend as I can to him. Hubby will most likely be spending his entire Saturday in the woods which is fine by me. We will be staying at my Mom's and I will have plenty of help there for getting around and getting everything I need. I thought I would be devoting some time this weekend to car shopping but it appears as though that won't be the case. I'll let you in on why next week!

I was very disappointed that Bones didn't come on last night. Instead baseball was playing all night. Now don't get me wrong, I am a fan of baseball (I used to play softball) but watching baseball on TV is not the way I like to spend my evenings. I'd rather sit in the stands and watch the game instead. Watching it on TV does nothing for me. So I was severely missing my Bones fix, but I was happy that Grey's came on in its regularly scheduled time. It was a good episode. Very dramatic. I am just annoyed with the show right now because they killed off George, Izzy got fired, and because this whole drama with Meredith and Derek is driving me nuts. Who gets married on a freaking post-it note? Seriously??!! And on top of it all it isn't very representative of actual medicine, but it is good entertainment.

This is probably it for me today. Hopefully I will have some interesting stories or pictures to share after the weekend. We'll see.


Thursday, October 22, 2009

Breakfast for Dinner

Lately it has been a struggle for me to decide what we are having for dinner. My appetite has been really crappy since the accident and I have had the most trouble figuring out what I can eat that won't turn my stomach. My usual favorites that I always can fall back on just don't do it for me right now. At the mere mention of them I feel nauseous and that's not like me. Last night was no different. I plan our weekly meals at the beginning of the week but by the middle of the week my stomach rebuffs the meals that I have planned.

Every night since the accident hubby and I have gone through this game of "what's for dinner?" First, he begins listing off what we have in the house already made or what we have that we can make. When I shoot down all of those ideas because my stomach rebels against the thought of them, he moves on to quick and easy stuff he can get from the grocery store, which is almost literally across the street from our house. When my stomach again shoots down all of those ideas, it is on to the nearby restaurants. And when that doesn't appeal to me? I either don't eat or grab a bowl of oatmeal or something that is just enough to keep me alive.

So, in order to save himself from the bothersome task of playing the "what's for dinner?" game last night, hubby suggested grits, eggs, and bacon for dinner. My tummy smiled...yes, literally. It was the most inspired idea he's had all week! I found myself getting excited because it had been a long while since I had last enjoyed a bowl of grits. *Gasp* I know, right? A southern girl who doesn't eat grits everyday. It's blasphemy. But seriously though, I really found myself getting excited.

Image from Photobucket

And let me tell you, when it was all ready it was so very yummy! What a perfectly inspired idea! The only thing I would have changed was the bacon. I am not a huge fan of regular pork bacon. Ever since trying turkey bacon for the first time several years ago I have turned away from regular bacon completely. When I requested bacon this weekend on the shopping list, I didn't specify. I guess I should have even though we haven't had real bacon in the house in the entire length of our marriage. But, still, when it comes to a man, we all know we have to spell it out for them. When I realized he had bought regular bacon instead of turkey bacon I said no biggie. What harm could one little pack of regular bacon do, right? You would be surprised!

I am the type of person that will choose a salad over mashed potatoes, fruit over chocolatey desserts, grilled over fried, etc. You get the picture. I genuinely love clean flavors on my palette. But I do, every once in a while, have a hankering for some fried chicken or some other traditional southern, terribly unhealthy, dish. Normally they don't make me sick. But boy oh boy did this bacon, which was tasty by the way, make me very ill.

I think it was the grease. Turkey bacon, which I am used to eating, isn't greasy. And, I refuse to bread and fry anything, and I do mean anything, in my house. I don't mind getting fried chicken, etc. elsewhere every once in a blue moon, but I will NOT fry it in my house. I know I'm weird but that's just the way it is. Anyway my point is that I'm not used to eating a lot of greasy food. So those three little pieces of bacon wreaked havoc on my poor digestive system.

I am much better now and have learned my lesson. I will be leaving the regular bacon for hubby and will be making sure that turkey bacon gets put on next week's shopping list! But in spite of all my digestive troubles, it was so GREAT to have breakfast for dinner. It is such a nice treat and was such a wonderful idea that my sweet hubby came up with last night. Even if it makes you sick you still have to love eating breakfast for dinner.

Do you ever enjoy your morning meals in the evenings?


Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Traylor Papers Giveaway

I just learned of a cool giveaway going on at Traylor Papers. They are giving away free stationary! Here's what you have to do:

"Send us an email to VIP@traylorpapers.com with your name and address and we'll send you a free customized card with your name. Tell us your favorite colors and/or style (i.e., whimsical, classic, girly ..., etc) and we will try to make you a match :) BONUS: post this offer on your blog or wall, send us a link, and we'll send you a few extra! Good thru 10/28/09!"

Here are some examples of the cute stuff they offer on their website.

Aren't these great?? I am definitely bookmarking this website for future reference!


Say Goodbye to Southern Hospitality??

At least that's the way it feel sometimes. I am so very proud of my Southern roots and my Southern-ness. The Southern hospitality that is such an earmark of a Southern town and Southern peoples, I'm afraid, is being lost. The crux of the problem? Un-southern transplants. Now don't get me wrong, I love people no matter where they are from. I have made some of the dearest friends who are what Southerners would term "Yankees". However, there is, in general, a difference between the culture of those raised in the North or West or Midwest by parents who were also raised in that part of the country, and the culture of those raised in the South. A friend and co-worker of mine is one such transplant and even she noticed the huge difference between the way people treat each other here as opposed to where she is from in New Hampshire. This such friend, I am convinced, was supposed to be born in the South. She loves it here and has totally embraced the culture. She raised her children with some similar values that children are raised with here in the South and I do know that there are others out there like her.

We were raised to say "Yes Ma'am/Sir" and "No Ma'am/Sir" when addressing elders and to be hospitable to those in need. The boys were taught to open doors for women and everyone was taught to hold doors for those behind you, among other values that were instilled in us as children. But I am afraid that my beloved city of Charleston is loosing those values and it hurts my heart. There is nothing I love and am proud of more than South Carolina's Southern hospitality and manners.

Yesterday I had a follow-up appointment with the orthopedist. My appointment was at 8:30am. When Dru and I arrived at 8:15am, he helped me out of the truck and I hobbled to the door. It was locked. So, back in the truck we went to wait for them to open the doors (it was a cold morning). Luckily we were parked literally right in front of the door so we would see the instant they unlocked it.

Another person pulled up about five minutes later, got out of their car, saw us sitting in the truck, went up to the door and it was still locked. Now, if it was me and had I seen others sitting and waiting, that would automatically tell me that the door is most likely locked. But, that is beside the point. So, this dude goes back to his car to wait.

At 8:27am, another truck pulls up beside us. This man jumps out and walks up to the door after looking at us inside the truck. He tries the door and it is still locked. So he waits. Not a minute later they come and unlock the door. Now, the proper thing to do would be to allow those who had arrived ahead of him to check in first. Did he do that??? NOPE! He went right on in, signed in, and took his seat thus cutting in front of TWO people in line, one of whom is on crutches. And I think he is part of the problem with this country!

Since when is it okay to essentially cut in front of someone in line? Because technically we were in line waiting for them to open the door. It's such bad manners. There was no way I was going to stand outside the door in the cold on crutches for 15 minutes waiting for them to open the door. If it had been me, and in some instances it has been, I would have gone inside and waited until those who had arrived first checked in. That is the proper and Southern thing to do. It just is.

I made sure that this sorry excuse for a South Carolina resident saw me hobble in on crutches and saw the murderous glare I shot him. If I were a hot-tempered person I could very likely have knocked him over the top of his head with my crutch, but I didn't. But everyone who moves here should know that you DO NOT mess with a Southern girl. You will absolutely get more than you bargained for.

I guess it just baffles me that people can be so rude. I was not brought up that way and I am unable to wrap my head around it. I feel like, when you move somewhere different, you should try to embrace the culture instead of rebelling against it. If I moved to Italy don't you think I would try to learn the language and live as the natives do? Of course I would! I would absolutely do as the Italians do. And I think it would be a fantastic learning experience and would help me to grow as a person.

The fact of the matter is that there aren't many native Charlestonians or South Carolinians left in Charleston. That is really sad because Charleston is such an amazingly wonderful place and I don't ever want to leave. You have beach life, city-life and small-town life all rolled into one here. Everything is at your fingertips...with the exception of a Macy's...but I am hoping that will change! I think it is wonderful that people from other cities and states want to experience life here in Charleston and I welcome them to do so, but please don't change our culture in the process!

Hmm...I wonder if maybe I can petition my Congressman to institute a sort of entrance exam for those hoping to move to South Carolina so that they are forced to learn and embrace the culture. What do you think???? Maybe not.


Disclaimer: I DO know that not everyone from other parts of the country are rude. I also know that such people have different values and are not value-less. But living here and seeing it all first hand, I have made general observations that I felt a need to share. I do not mean to offend anyone who does not live in the South. It is just that I love my sweet ole' state of SC VERY much and am proud to live here.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Tuesdays At The Table

On Sunday we hosted an Aloette Skincare party for my SIL. Since I am currently immobile (for the most part), hubby was in charge of the cooking and cleaning. He did a magnificant job too! He made a couple of dishes from my recipes and made his very own yummy chocolate chip cookies. For today's Tuesdays At The Table, hosted by Cole at All the Small Stuff, I want to share the recipe for the scrumptious crab dip we served.

Parmesan Crab Dip
2 (8 oz) packages cream cheese, softened
2 (6 oz) cans crabmeat, drained and flaked
1/2 cup shredded Parmesan cheese
1/4 cup chopped green onions
2 tsp. horseradish sauce

Preheat oven to 350*. In large bowl combine cream cheese, crabmeat, shredded Parmesan, chopped green onions and horseradish sauce. Blend well preferably using an electric mixer on medium speed. Spoon mixture into a 9" pie plate. Bake in oven for 25 to 30 minutes or until lightly browned. Serve warm with crackers or toasted baguette slices for dipping. We used Townhouse toppers and pita chips.

It is such an easy recipe and is so very yummy! If you get a chance to try it let me know what you think.

Now, mosey on over to Cole's blog and see what everyone else is cooking.


Monday, October 19, 2009

A Hodge Podge About My Weekend

If you remember THIS post then you will remember how stressed I was about Dru getting the house clean in time for our Aloette Skincare party yesterday. Well, it took him two whole days but he was successful in cleaning the den, kitchen, and spare bathroom. While he didn't clean the entire house, he did a fantastic job on the three rooms he did clean and with little direction from me. I HAVE taught him well. Our deal was that if he could concentrate on those rooms and get those presentable then we would close off the rest of the rooms and he could get to those this week.

Dru was also in charge of making the snacks. We decided to only do a few things as opposed to the array I normally make for parties due to limited time, my injury, and the fact that classes started at my family's church last night and some of them weren't able to make it. He did a great job on making the snacks. We made a very yummy crab dip served with Townhouse crackers (the ones with the sides), a really yummy ranch dip with lots of yummy veggies and whole grain pita chips, and scrumptious chocolate chip cookies. My husband is hands down the BEST chocolate chip cookie baker in the entire world. His cookies are so phenomenal that I don't even attempt to make cookies anymore because they just can't compare to his. I stick with the cakes, brownies, pies, etc. instead. Everything turned out wonderfully.

The show went well although all the orders haven't been placed yet. My entire family usese Aloette (along with me...I actually used to be a consultant) and most of them were in need of some products. The only thing I am lacking right now to get my hostess benefits is a booking but I am working on it because I am getting low on products.

All in all we had a nice weekend. On Saturday, while hubby was cleaning, I was relaxing on the couch with my munchkins with my ankle elevated. I was experiencing some pain so I was content to just rest and snuggle with my little ones. I was able to catch up on a bunch of shows on the DVR. I was quite angry with last week's episode of Grey's Anatomy, but other than that no disappointments.

We did take a little trip with the munchkins to Hairy Winston. We normally pop in about once a week at least but we hadn't been in since the accident. We were all experiencing Hairy Winston withdrawals. We were able to get the munchkins' Howl-o-ween costumes but I didn't get any pictures yet.

Sunday was spent with me lounging in bed most of the morning, which is very unlike me. I had been in pain most of the night and so I didn't sleep much. I woke up about 7 or 7:30 and couldn't go back to sleep. It was time to take my meds again so I took those and they made me kind of tired. So the munchkins and I stayed in bed out of hubby's way while he cleaned and cooked for the party and caught up on DVR'd tv shows. They were very content to just lounge with Mommy.

I did get sick on Sunday night but it had to have been something I ate. I was so sick I wasn't even able to eat dinner and hubby had cooked my favorite, chicken enchiladas. I spent some time in the bathroom after having to hop on one foot as fast as I could in there. But, afterward I felt totally fine.

Tomorrow is my follow-up appointment with the orthopedist. I am hoping he delivers some good news or at least gives me more information than the first visit. I walked away not knowing much at all other than that I had torn the ligaments in my ankle. I have been trying to see how much movement I have in my ankle and it isn't much. I wasn't given any sort of exercises or anything to do to keep my tendons loose, to help my ligaments heal, or to keep the muscle mass in my right leg. I am afraid after only two weeks that I have lost a significant amount of muscle mass in my right leg. So I am going to request some simple exercises for me to do to help with this. I hope he tells me that I am in fact healing despite the fact that I don't see any improvement, that they didn't miss anything, and that I will be off the crutches in four more weeks or less. A girl can hope!

I am very anxious to start walking again. I do not like being pretty much helpless and having to depend on others to do things for me or help me. That is not the type of person that I am and I am not dealing with it well. Plus my life is sooooo boring right now because I am limited in what I can do and where I can go. I really wanted to go looking for some inexpensive fall decorations for the house but I will most likely be on crutches until nearly the end of "fall".

Still searching for a car. Any ideas?


Friday, October 16, 2009

Shopping Withdrawals

Yes, I think I am beginning to suffer from shopping withdrawals. Seriously. I love to shop...well...I love the idea of shopping. I say that because every shopping expedition starts out with me very excitedly rifling through the racks in search of a cute outfit. By the end of my shopping expedition, I hate it. I have a hard time finding clothes that fit me right because I have a very weirdly shaped body. It's hard to explain, but trust me, I do. And normally when I find a cute shirt that I fall in love with, 9 times out of 10, even though it is my size, it doesn't fit right because they don't seem to make small shirts for small girls with boobs. I can't even count the number of times I've found a cute strappy dress or shirt, tried it on in the dressing room and then had to immediately take it off without walking out to show it off to the hubby because all but my nipples were showing. Seriously. And trying on the next size up doesn't help because it is too long, too loose, too low-cut because it is a bigger size, etc. It seems I can't win sometimes.

But, in spite of all of that, I still love shopping. Since the munchkins came into my life the shopping that I would do for me and hubby turned into shopping for them. I would much rather buy a cute outfit, toy, bag of treats, etc. for them than a cute outfit for myself. But it is getting to the point now where they have so many clothes I have nowhere to store all of them, so many toys that they can't possibly play with them all, and bags upon bags of treats because they are so small and are only allowed a little bit at a time. So, the shopping bug has begun to hit me again. This accompanied with the fact that I seriously need to update my fall and winter wardrobes has me wishing these crutches away so I can hit up all of my favorite stores.

It's true that I could shop online and have the chosen items delivered straight to my door, but where is the fun in that? There is nothing like the thrill of combing through the racks and shelves to put together an adorable fall outfit for work or for play that actually fits. And too, I hate getting an item in the mail that I have ordered and grown so excited about only to receive it and realize it doesn't fit, or it wasn't the color I thought it was, or that it just simply looks atrocious on me because I'm not as tall or thin as the toothpicks that model it. Don't get me wrong though, I do occasionally utilize my web surfing prowess to score a cute shirt, skirt, dress, or shoes.

Despite my ever-increasing withdrawals from the joys of shopping, I will not be discarding my crutches in order to limp around some store in search of a cute fall shirt or jeans any time soon. My pocketbook at the moment won't let me. But, you would probably be safe in betting that the moment the doctors give me the okay to shed my crutches, I will be out indulging my retail hankering. I guess I better get to saving up some cashola for when that time rolls around!


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Crutches SUCK!

I am beginning to loathe crutches and sympathize with anyone who is currently, has ever, or will ever need to use crutches. I think they are a torture device invented by the devil. Seriously. Not only am I completely and utterly inadept at using them, they are somewhat painful. I can't count the number of times I have nearly fallen or fallen and caught myself. When you've never used them before and you see other people using them they really don't look that difficult. Well, your perception is deceiving you. It definitely takes practice to get adept at using them and even then I think they still aren't very comfortable.

When you pair crutches with a somewhat clumsy person with a bum ankle, the results can be disastrous. At least, they are for me. I don't know where my coordination is disappearing to (even before the bum ankle). I used to play sports that required great coordination. But alas, it seems that it is fading. I think I am becoming clumsier by the day and adding crutches into the mix is not a pretty sight.

Not only does my ankle hurt, but the crutches are making my back hurt from being bent over, my wrists and hands hurt from holding myself up on them, my underarms hurt where it is rubbing them raw, my neck hurts from looking down to be sure I am placing them on solid ground and that I don't fall, and my right hip and thigh hurt from holding my calf and ankle back so as not to trip over it. Mind you I do not complain about this...well except for this one instance on my blog. I just grin and bear it, but in a word, it stinks.

I have been back at work since the Thursday after the accident and it has been a picnic...or NOT. My husband has to drive me to work, hand me my crutches, help me out of the truck, carry all of my stuff, open the door for me, watch me so I don't fall, help me into my office, put my lunch in the fridge, and then make his own 1 hour journey to work. I have to beg people to carry stuff for me from my office to the lab, including the pillow I need to keep my ankle elevated. I am not able to retrieve my own lunch and have to wait for someone to come by to help me. Don't even get me started on the acrobatics that occur when trying to get into and go to the bathroom.

To an outsider looking in, and even to myself, it is all quite humorous. It it such an orchestration just to get myself bathed (no showers for me for a while), dressed, my hair done, and my body out to the car. At home, I am used to having two sets of eyes on me in the bathroom. If you are an indoor dog owner, you know EXACTLY what I am talking about. However, it has now gone from two sets of eyes to three and one set is human. Thank goodness I am 100% comfortable around my husband or else I might die of shame.

At my last appointment with the orthopedist, they had me schedule a follow-up visit for two weeks later, but told me that if I was getting better there was no need to come in. However, what they failed to tell me was how on earth to gauge whether or not I am getting better. I have no parameters to refer to in order to decide if my ankle is getting better. Does getting better mean no pain? If so, then I guess I am not getting better at all. Does getting better mean being able to put pressure on my ankle? Well then I'm failing that one too because they told me not to even think of putting pressure on my ankle for several weeks. Does it mean being able to move my ankle somewhat? If so, then WOOHOO I am getting better!

In all honestly and all jesting aside, I DO believe that it is ever-so-slowly getting better bit by bit. The majority of my pain comes from standing or walking on the crutches. I do experience some pain from having my foot down. My pain is probably a 2 when my foot is elevated...well, most of the time. I want my recovery to speed the H E double hockeysticks up because I am TIRED of being on crutches and being nearly helpless. But everyone I have talked to who has torn the ligaments in their ankle with a grade 3 sprain has given me the unfortunate news that it takes about a year to get back to 100% if you even get there at all. But, I can deal with a year's worth of "recovery" as long as I am up and walking before I throw my crutches through the second story storm windows. They are telling me I should be able to walk withint 4-6 weeks. One and half weeks down, 2.5 to 4.5 left to go.

Until that time comes I will be silently cursing the man (and yes, I am CERTAIN it was a man) who invented the torture devices known to us as crutches.


Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Tuesdays At The Table

First I want to just give a quick update on the Munchkins. They are feeling much better. We stopped adding their wet food to their kibble and that seemed to do the trick. They were as perky as ever yesterday and this morning, although Lexi did have a rough night with the sniffles. The antihistamines don't seem to be working for her. We are going to find out from the vet if there is anything else we can try.

Okay, now on with this week's Tuesdays At The Table as hosted by Cole at All The Small Stuff.

Since the accident my appetite hasn't been very good and I have been in a soup mood. So on Sunday night Dru cooked me some of my potato soup (ya know, since I can't walk and all).

Potato Soup

1 medium onion, minced
2 cloves of garlic, minced
6 russet baking potatoes, peeled and cubed
1 can Campbell's Cream of Potato soup
Low Sodium Chicken broth
Garlic Powder
Onion Powder
Grated cheese
Crushed bacon pieces

In a large pot saute the minced onions over medium until caramelized. Add in the minced garlic and stir. Add the cubed potatoes and the Cream of Potato soup. Stir to coat. Add enough milk to cover the potatoes and then add about 1/2 cup of the chicken broth. Add salt, pepper, garlic powder, and onion powder to taste. Reduce heat to a medium-low and let the soup simmer until the potatoes are fork tender and the broth has thickened.

In your bowl add the grated cheese (we use Mexican Four Cheese) and the crushed bacon pieces. Enjoy!

Please take a minute and mosey on over Cole's blog and read about what everyone else is cooking!


Monday, October 12, 2009

Easy Like Sunday Morning...or Not

We had a rough day yesterday. Aside from my being in pain from this ridiculous ankle sprain, my sweet munchkins weren't feeling great either. Within the last few weeks Bentley had been reverse sneezing more than he ever had and his poor nose had been running like crazy. Lexi had been sneezing some too so I convinced Dru that they needed to be seen by the vet. I was convinced it was allergies or some sort of cold or infection. Based on the fact that there was no sign of infection and that it is ragweed season, the vet determined that they were suffering from ragweed allergies. He prescribed an antihistamine for Bentley but said Lexi's symptoms weren't frequent or developed enough for medication. After the first dose, Bentley seemed to improve enough that he was able to sleep through the night. However, Lexi's symptoms had progressed enough in that one day that she was up most of the night sneezing and pawing at her face. The very next morning, Dru called the vet and they gave us the go ahead to give her the same antihistamines they had prescribed for Bentley. She slept through the night, but while Bentley's allergies started to improve hers did not.

Yesterday morning, aside from Lexi's sneezing and runny nose, they both seemed to be in good spirits. They cuddled with me on the couch and cuddled with Daddy some on the bed. But, as the day wore on they both started to act a little off. And then it started. Lexi threw up a yellow substance that appeared to still have food in it even though it had been many hours since she had eaten breakfast. Next it was Bentley's turn and he didn't give us any warning at all. He regurgitated mostly water. Feeling both of their bellies, they were both tight. So, Dru took them both outside. They did their business as normal and acted perfectly fine while outside. But when they got back inside, they tucked their tails, laid back their ears, and the hair on Bentley's bottom spiked up. All the tell-tale signs that my punkins weren't feeling good.

I had hubby (ya know because I can't walk) get their antacid tablets and split them so that I could give them to them both. After that they did seem to perk up a little so we decided to go ahead and give them half of their evening portion of food. They seemed to do fine with that and were more like themselves. After a couple of hours of not throwing up their food, we gave them the other half. They were fine at first, but at some point last night (I can't even begin to tell you what time it was) Lexi threw up again. It appeared to be her wet food again. And Bentley followed suit. Normally this would concern me but we had not been anywhere and there was nothing for them to get into AND they were eating, drinking, pooping and peeing completely normally. So instead of being a spazz and rushing to the emergency vet, we decided to wait it out until morning.

All night I was constantly waking up with a start at the slightest noise from them. I was constantly checking to make sure they were breathing, trying to help Lexi stop sneezing, and trying to comfort them. Bentley got up a couple of times and just sat on the floor staring at me. Finally, after many failed attempts at getting him to come back to bed, I had Dru pick him up and hand him to me. I cuddled him really close and that seemed to do the trick. He curled up in a ball under my arm and went to sleep. Finally.

So, none of us got any sleep. But hubby and I did come to the conclusion that it maybe has something to do with their wet food. It was a brand new can of food (we mix in a dab of wet food into their kibble). It could also be a side effect of the antihistamine they are taking for their allergies but when we asked the vet last week about side effects we were told the only one was possible drowsiness. It could very well be some sort of virus that they gave to each other but I find that the most unlikely possibility. I don't think if that was the case that they would get sick on the very same day within 15 minutes of each other. So we have decided to stop giving them the wet food and instead add a dab of yogurt or mushed up bananas to their kibble. If this seems to do the trick we will discontinue the use of the wet food. I do not think it has anything to do with bad ingredients in the wet food as we feed our little ones only the very best holistic dog foods. But since Chihuahuas are known for having sensitive stomachs, this food may not agree with their little tummies anymore.

They were both back to their perky selves this morning. If they had still been acting off I would have convinced Dru to stay home with them and/or take them back to the vet for the second time in a week. I am hoping it does not continue but if it does we will be carting them both off to the vet with a stool sample each.


Saturday was pretty restful. I promised my friend/coworker, before I got hurt, that I would attend her garden party to meet her cousin that was coming into town. She really wanted me to come and assured me she would set me up in a comfy chair with a place to comfortably rest my aching foot, so I went through the whole orchestration of getting a bath (yes a bath...I am not as of yet able to shower), getting dressed with help, getting my hair dried and straightened, putting on make-up, hobbling on crutches to the truck, and riding in pain the entire way there. Not to mention when I got there I had to maneuver myself up the front porch steps. But, just as she promised, she had a big comfy leather chair for me to sit in with a matching ottoman for me to prop my foot up on.

The girls were drinking these concoctions her cousin had made. Of course I wasn't able to partake as I am on painkillers, but one drink in particular looked very tasty. It was a mix of champagne and X-rated pink liquor. Yummy! They were also doing tangerine drops (a substitute for lemon drops) and by the time I left they were all pretty crazy. I was quite entertained! I wasn't able to stay very long but I tried to stay as long as I could possibly stand being in pain. I was so grateful when we finally got home and I could go straight to bed!

I know, not much to talk about today. Since I got hurt things around my house are more boring than ever. I have been catching up on tv shows that I DVR'd and cuddling with my babies. Tomorrow's post will be about the yummy potato soup we cooked last night. So hopefully you will find that somewhat interesting!

I hope I didn't bore you all to death! I hope the posts get better and more interesting soon!


Friday, October 9, 2009

Stuff Happens

This post was originally going to be about our time at Dogtoberfest and at the Waterfowl Association banquet, but if you read the Munchkins blog, you know that those two events didn't happen for us. If you don't already know, this is why:

Yep, you guessed it. We were involved in a car accident. Dogtoberfest was being held on a nearby island, Kiawah Island. It was about an hour drive for us but we were really looking forward to going out and seeing the events and checking out all the vendors. We googled the directions to the park...that was our first mistake. The directions took us in the totally opposite direction of where the park was actually located. We drove around for a good 30 minutes looking for the park. Finally we saw a nice couple walking on the side of the road and asked them for directions. It turns out the Google directions weren't even close! So we turned around and were following our new directions to the park. And then the above happened.

It stinks but frankly, sh*t happens, pardon my french. I was not driving but I seem to have managed to sustain the most injuries. Nothing serious, just painful. Dru had a small abrasion on his forehead but otherwise was fine. Thank God for the carseat and harnesses we bought for the munchkins several months back. I am 100% convinced that it saved their lives. They came through it totally fine. Me on the other hand...before the ambulance could get me to the nearest hospital, my ankle was about the size of a cantalope.
When I arrived at the ER, they got my information without asking anything about my injury and told me to WHEEL MYSELF INTO THE WAITING ROOM! Seriously?? Seriously??? So I manage to wheel myself into the waiting room, never having "driven" a wheelchair before and in spite of being in excrutiating pain. The ice pack I was given in the ambulance was hot by the time we arrived at the ER and was discarded by the EMT. As I sat there waiting despite having arrived in an ambulance, my ankle continued to swell larger and larger. Since I was pretty much immobile and couldn't maneuver the wheel chair around to go back to the window, a nice gentleman beside me asked for an ice pack for me. Over an hour later, the ice pack still hadn't arrived. Seriously.

I was then approached by an orderly who asked for my wheelchair. It was one with an IV hook. I was fine with switching chairs despite the pain I was sure it would cause as long as he agreed to bring me an ice pack. And boy was I right about the pain! So, I finally got my ice pack and as the orderly was tying it around my ankle, they called my name. Do I seriously want to be a doctor?????? I mean really???

I spent pretty much my entire Saturday in the ER. I was finally released with the tentative prognosis that I had a severe sprain and needed to see an orthopedist. Pain med prescription and crutches in tow, I headed home.
First thing Monday we called the orthopedist to set up an appointment. I was able to get an appointment for the following day. On Tuesday, after maneuvering myself into a bathtub with my feet hanging over the side, and maneuvering myself into some jogging pants and a t-shirt, I headed for the orthopedist's office. There was a bit of a wait, but when I finally saw the orthopedist, I was given the good news that my ankle was not broken. There were no signs of any fractures, hairline fractures, etc. anywhere to be seen. Thank goodness. But, then he delivered the bad news. I have a grade 3 ankle sprain which basically means that the ligaments in my ankle are completely torn. Recovery time??? SIX WEEKS! No walking, no driving, no pressure of any kind on my right ankle. Great, just stinkin' great.
So I walked was carried away from the accident with a grade 3 ankle sprain, nasty seatbelt burns on my chest and abdomen, numerous bruises, and a ton of aches.

Seatbelt burns on my chest.

My right ankle the night after the accident. You can't tell where my calf ends and my foot begins!

Unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of my cantalope-like ankle the day of the accident, but there is still considerable swelling in the above photo so you can get the general idea. I also have burns and bruises elsewhere but I didn't have those photographed and some would have shown parts I would rather keep private.

So not only do I have to begin searching for a new car but I have to hobble around on crutches while doing it! It stinks. Have I said that already? We are keeping our fingers crossed that my age works in my favor and allows my ligaments to heal quickly. I don't know how long I'll be able to take sitting on my behind being bored out of my mind, hobbling around on crutches, and having my husband wait on me hand and foot. Wait, strike that last part! That might not be so bad after all!

So, no Dogtoberfest for us and no Waterfowl Association banquet. We were informed by our friends at Hairy Winston that there wasn't much of a turn out at Dogtoberfest. And our tickets to the Watefowl Association banquet didn't go to waste. We passed them off to my SIL who was happy to take them. She was a dear and brought hubby and I both back a t-shirt. We were just glad that someone got to enjoy their evening.

My introductory post for this new blog of mine was actually scheduled to go up on Monday. But, since I was MIA from the blogging world and feeling pretty darn crummy, it was postponed until yesterday. The post that was going to be about Dogtoberfest and the Waterfowl Association banquet that was going to be posted on Tuesday has now morphed into this one and is being posted 3 days late. :Sigh:

But hey, at least I am having a blast learning how to use crutches...or NOT. I am terrible at it. I think back to how coordinated I was as a kid playing softball, cheering, dancing, doing gymnastics, and I wonder where in the world that coordination disappeared to. I have nearly fallen numerous times and can't travel more than a few feet without stopping to rest. How sad is that?? But I am hoping that I am not on them long enough to get adept at using them. It may be wishful thinking but I'm okay with that for now.

Dru and the Munchkins have been so very wonderful throughout this whole ordeal. Dru has been there for me every second getting me anything I want or need. He kept my foot iced for the first 48 hours and has kept moist heat on my ankle since. He has volunteered to drive me to work and pick me up despite the fact that he works over an hour away and has to cut his hours short in order to take me to work and bring me home. What a wonderful man I married! And truth be told, if the roles were reversed, I would do the same for him.

The Munchkins have been the perfect cuddlebugs. They do not let me out of their sight and are sure to curl up wherever I am. I have been showered in love and kisses since it happened. They seem to know that Mommy is hurt and are being fantastic nurses. They did "forget" about Mommy's ankle yesterday when Lexi jumped on my pillow next to my ankle and Bentley tried to take over my pillow with my ankle still on it, but they quickly remembered and made up for it with lots of kisses.

Despite the fact that I am hurt I am truly grateful that God has bestowed such a wonderful family upon me who love me and are so willing to take care of me in my time of need and nurse me back to health. The next time Dru does something to drive me crazy, I'll have to remember these days and let it slide.


Thursday, October 8, 2009


I decided to use the very first post on my first very own blog to introduce you to me and my family. So, I'll start with me, since I am, after all, the author of this here production. My name is Tiffany and I am the Munchkin Mommy. I have a wonderful husband who supports me in everything that I do and two wonderful Chihuahua babies who are the light of my life. I will introduce you to each of them in a moment.

This is me.

I was born and raised in a very small town in South Carolina (with upwards of 10 churches) about 1 hour from where I live now. I was brought up surrounded by a rather large, Christian-oriented family. I was technically an "only child" as my brothers are both at least 10 years younger than I am. Music, books, movies, and animals were a huge part of my childhood and I have continued to have their presences heavy in my life.

I am the oldest of five children. I have two brothers, one step-sister, and one step-brother. There are 10 years between me and my brother Dustin and 17 years between me and my baby brother Henry. My step-sister Caitlin is two years younger than me (she is my step-father's child) and by step-brother Hunter is about 12 years younger than me (he is my step-mother's child). Henry, who I lovingly refer to as Boo-boo is MY baby. I helped raise him and he and I are very close despite the distance.

Me & Dustin at my wedding. He is two years older now, about an inch taller than me, and he has shaggy 70s hair.

Me & Henry at my wedding. In this picture he was a few weeks shy of his 5th birthday. As you can imagine, he is quite a bit taller now.

I am a summa cum laude graduate from an accredited college here in good ol' South Cakilaki with a Pre-Med/Biology degree. After graduation, I took a few years off to get married and enjoy married life. In that time I have ventured out into corporate America to help pay the bills while I am studying for my MCATs. It has not been and is still not easy working full-time, being a wife, mommy to two fur-kids, cooking, cleaning house AND trying to study all at the same time. But, I have an increasing yearning to be a doctor and will not let anything stop me from achieving this life-long dream.

I enjoy spending quality time with my husband and furkids, playing with my sweet munchkins, visiting my family, reading a good book, watching a good movie, listening and singing along to music, going out dancing, walking on the beach (which is less than 2 minutes from my house!!), blogging, reading blogs, hanging out and chatting with dear friends, meeting new friends and furiends, going to pet-oriented events, and of course, SHOPPING!

Now to introduce you to my loving, adoring, wonderfully attentive husband. This is Dru.

He is also a South Carolina native and from the same small town that I am. He is one of three children. He has a younger sister, Kirby, who is three years his junior and a younger brother, Casey, who is six years his junior.

At the tender age of 13, I was introduced, by a mutual friend, to this boy who would become my best friend, the man of my dreams and the man I call my husband. Within only a few short weeks, despite my young age, I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that I would spend the rest of my life with him. And I was right...well, so far!

Dru became my best friend, my boyfriend, and my confidante. He was there through the turmoils of adolescence and the stresses of college. We weren't your typical teenage couple. We rarely fought, we didn't break up, get back together, break up, get back together, etc. as seems to be common among teenage couples. We both took relationships seriously and this one was no exception. It probably didn't hurt that we are soul mates too. We knew, even then, that we would be married.

On August 11th, 2006, when I was in my senior year of college and our relationship was in its 8th year, he took me out, got down on one knee, and proposed. There was no hesitation at all. The answer was unequivocably YES and it had absolutely nothing to do with the jaw-dropping ring he presented to me! I was so excited I could barely contain myself. The very next day, I started planning our wedding. Within only a few days, we had set a date: July 21, 2007 leaving us just under a year to plan.

On a gloriously sunny Saturday in July, Dru and I were married.

We honeymooned in St. Martin and it was beautiful, but it was HOT! After seven days in paradise, I was more than ready to come home! We were looking forward to moving into our new house in our new city and finally starting our life together.

And it has been blissful. Even after over two years of marriage and eleven years together, we are closer than ever. Yes, we both have our moments, but we are great at working through it all and never go to bed angry. We put each other first and I think that is vitally important to a successful marriage. It also doesn't hurt if divorce is not an option...which for us, it isn't.

Dru is still my best friend as well as my husband. We genuinely enjoy spending time together but do make sure that we have our individual "me" time. It has created a nice balance for us and we haven't, in eleven years, gotten tired of the other. And I hope we never do.

Now to introduce you to my munchkins, that is, if you haven't already met them HERE.

When I was 13, just before I met Dru, we added a new addition to our family. His name was Tiny and he was a Chihuahua. Thus, my love affair with Chihuahuas begans. Tiny very quickly became my little boy. He was 100% devoted to me and I to him. You can imagine the devastation I experienced when he was ripped away from me at only the age of 9. It is still very painful for me to talk about, so that is all I will say for now. I will tell you his story at a later date.

But it was because of the joy he brought to my life and the emptiness he left when he was gone that I decided I couldn't live without a Chihuahua. I had already made up my mind to get two sweet little ones. First was Bentley. The moment I saw him, I fell in love. He was this teensy little bundle of love and he was helping my heart to heal. (If you want to read the whole story about how Bentley came to be a part of our family, go HERE.)

We knew we had to get Bentley a companion to keep him company while we weren't home. That is when I found Lexus. She was this teensy, big-eyed little lovebug who captured my heart with one photo. Since the moment we brought her home, she and Bentley have been inseparable. (If you want to read the whole story about how Lexus came to be a part of our family, go HERE.)

I can't even begin to describe the joy these little ones have brought into my life. They stole my heart and continue to steal the hearts of everyone they meet. I don't think that my life would ever be complete without such lovable creatures in it. I am truly grateful for the love they share with me.

So why did I start my own blog? Well, to be honest, Bentley and Lexus were getting pretty darn tired of me taking over their blog to participate in Tuesdays at the Table, etc. So, they gave me an ultimatum, either start my own blog or they would ban me from blogging at all. So as not to suffer any blogging withdrawals, I started this blog.

Why the name? Well, if you haven't already met the munchkins HERE, please go on over and meet them, and then you may better understand the name of my blog. Bentley and Lexi are my munchkins. That is what I have always called them and that is what I will always call them. That's just the way it is. And, since I am their Mommy, this title only made sense.

Will there ever be a human Munchkin Memoirs? Most likely but you'll just have to follow me and find out!

What will this blog be about? Great question. I am sure the munchkins will make regular appearances, but aside from that I'll be blogging about family stuff, hubby and me, our wonderful city, any projects I start, books I am reading, movies I have seen, my favorite tv shows, flip-flops (some of you may "get" this), friends...and the list continues. Will it be interesting? Probably not. :)

Thanks for taking the time to come over and meet me, the Munchkin Mommy. If you become a follower I can guarantee that I will return the favor. If you become a regular reader then I want to apologize right this minute for boring you to tears. Feel free to ask me any question you wish. I can not promise I will answer, but I will try. Thank you for visiting. I hope to see you again soon!