To Tape or Not to Tape... THAT is the Question

I love my dad, he's a grumpy old codger and I love him anyway, I love him despite himself. My dad is very much like his own father, so much so it is comical. I'm happy about it though because my grandfather was my grandpa, as was my grandmother my grandma you know what I mean, the ones that are so special you feel there really is no room for another special person in your heart... but there always is (ask my kids! They are special, in more ways than one!!)

Having said all of that and pontificating my love for my dad and his parents I have to show the ugly side, the redneck (even though my dad is from Michigan) and the white trash-esque (we are not but who doesn't have those tendencies?) side, I do not mean any disrespect to my dad but this... this event is, well read for yourself, I believe it is "sign worthy" (sorry dad!).

My dad has a disease called myasthenia gravis and because of it he has to get IV drugs whenever it gets bad again, and well it got bad again. He is luckier than most it isn't as harsh to him as it has been to some others. Well, this time my dad had a reaction to the drugs and went into full renal failure, both kidneys. He came out of it OK, hopefully no worse for the wear, but now has a protruding/ruptured hernia. He had the hernia prior to his little stint in the hospital, it was a cute little outtie belly button for a while, we even teased him by asking him to show us his tattoo of and Eagle's ass. We are sick like that I guess, making fun of my dads anomaly.

My dad being the stubborn man that he is (just like grandpa?) instead of going to the emergency room and have that thing looked at like oh say, a "normal" person the man duct taped the damn thing! Yes people, he duct taped his hernia to his belly... he is running around with his belly duct taped... sometimes my dad is just special... oh so very special, not helmet wearing special but so close


While I would like to say it was this type of duct tape, a faux type, made to look like duct tape but really a band aid, which is quite clever I might add, uhm it isn't. It is the standard normal everyday type of duct tape.

I put nothing past my dad, he's not a stupid man, he is quite brilliant and quite clever (there is a difference) he is also going to do it his way, the old codgery I'm a real man and feel no pain tough as nails more stubborn than a mule way. So dad, when the postman rings the bell on the sun porch because he doesn't realize that isn't part of the house per say, he has a package from me, because I love you and think you could use some tape, the duct variety of course in various colors because as an artist I like my colors! I might have even thrown in a few packages of those nifty little bandages from Nexcare.


*Side Note: I used duct tape today for my foot! I had surgery on my foot and have to keep it dry when I take a shower... one good ol'fashioned shopping bag and some silver duct tape and I was in business! I love that I inherited my dads smarts!

** Secondary Side Note: It failed me!!!! What the hell? I had two rows of that wonderful silver tape wrapped so nicely around the bag and my ankle! It was secure... watertight! Like a seals butt! However, I still managed to come away with a shopping bag full of water and an extremely wet wrapping and the word "Thank You" staring at me almost mockingly... My confidence has faltered in this oh so wonderful fix all; now I don't really know if duct tape can be trusted the next time... to tape or not to tape, that is the question!

Pink Schnauzers

We used to have two dogs, they came with me, they were not my husbands dogs. I had Red a male red cocker and Chantilly a female buff cocker... Red I had for a few years before my then fiancé (now hubby) decided we needed to get rid of him because he chewed up the door frames and couldn't control his bladder. I understood and we gave him to a lady who was legally blind and was dependent upon her newly married son and his wife... they were the most wonderful giving people I had ever had the privilege to meet!
Chantilly, the buff female cocker was awesome, a very smart dog and also very sick, she had epilepsy. I had her until she was about 14, if he had ever asked for me to give her up, I would have left him and he knows that. I was told I couldn't have kids and to get a dog, so I did, then I had kids! Stupid doctors!!! But I loved that dog and I love my kids so it was a win win situation for me!
Ever since we had to put my dog to sleep -she was totally deaf by now, blind in one eye, couldn't see with the other and having seizure after seizure, it was best, a hard decision but the best for her. I would like to have another dog, it's been 3 years since she went to dog heaven. I have always had dogs and don't know what to do without one, you would think having kids would be enough for me but I would like to have a pet too. My hubby has told me "no" from the get go that it will NEVER happen, he lives in the past and that is where he stays, it's quite sad really. He never had dog's so he is just like his mom when it comes to "hating" dogs, how the hell can you hate something you have never experienced? I mean really experienced from puppy on up to full grown K-9? He had a bird and it passed away after he had to leave it in Germany, so now no birds either. Which is fine by me but you have to live, love and learn, he lives and well...

Anyway, Sizzy found the little Schnauzer purse my mom gave her....

"Oooooooh my Schnauzer purse! I missed it alot!" (And yes she used the word Schnauzer)

She then says, "Mommy, I want a real one... but I want it pink and a girl 'cause I'm a girl, and you’re a girl and Boo's not a girl and Daddy is a boy too, okay Mommy?"

Sooooo I told her she needed to discuss that with her daddy because daddy has to decide it is okay for a dog.

She pipes back, "No we don't, we just go to the puppy store and buy a pink one and don't tell daddy and he will just like it okay?"

Can I just interject here? I love her logic!! LOVE IT!

So I told her "the puppy store is in North Carolina and it is too far away and I already told you, you have to ask daddy."

"The vow vow store is far away?"

"Yes... very far and the vow vow's cost a lot of money too."

"Well daddy can go get it then and I got all the moneys for it in my pink purse."

"Sizzy..."

"No mommy! (with hands on hips and a "mean" face) I said daddy can get the pink one okay Mommy?"

Even when she is a punk she's freaken adorable! I had to turn away so she couldn't see me laughing at her... she was so serious! But alas, we still have no dog to speak of, he (the hubby) doesn't want the responsibility (Huh? you don't even clean your plate of the table I do!!) and he doesn't want the medical bills either... uhm not all dogs have epilepsy... mine did and I felt it was my duty to care for her... so I did. If by the grace of God we ever get a Schnauzer like I want, but not pink like Sizzy wants, I will be posting a happy tale of triumph! But don't hold your breath, I married my mother-in-law's son and he is as stubborn as she is!