Lest we forget....you only turn 19 once

It was brought to my attention this week that I didn't blog about Lindsay's birthday. 

Feelings were hurt. Tears were shed. Things were thrown. 

Ok, I might be exaggerating. 

Honestly, her birthday was on Saturday and I don't blog on the weekends. When Monday came around I was still in Ozzie's health crisis-land. 

So, this is all about the birthday girl herself.

In the early days, she had terrible table manners. She's improved somewhat.

Did you know that Lindsay at one time was in a street gang? Thankfully I was able to get her into a program and she saw the pros of not being a thug. That was a tough year. 

But it went downhill from there....she joined a cheer gang;

It was short lived though, she didn't care for the outfits. 

And before I knew it, she fell in love with dance and then she leapt over the sun. 

We celebrated her 19th year with a family dinner cooked by someone other than I. 

 It's so nice to have all my people in one place at the same time to celebrate!!!

Wishing my baby a fabulous year full of adventure and no arrests. 

XOXO

The Chronicles of Ozzie

If Cat's have nine lives, Ozzie has about 13.

He's recovered from his eye surgery just fine. We went in for a recheck on Christmas eve morning and all was good. The ophthalmologist hooked us up with an appointment to an oncologist to see what we can do {easily and without chemo} to help control the possibly spreading cancer that was detected in his third eyelid.

Moving on.....right?

Well Christmas morning he was all out of sorts. 

Anxious. Out of it. Could not rest/lay down. No appetite. 

The Coach and I figured this was his last day. 

The day after Christmas he was just sleeping for the most part. No appetite.

Out of the blue my regular vets office called me. It was the 'fill-in' vet checking in on Ozzie. Apparently he'd just received the pathology report from the ophthalmologist. 

{Ozzie's regular vet was away on vacation} 

I told him how he was behaving and he said to bring him in that day.

The fill-in vet told us after listening to his heart that he thought Ozzie was having major heart problems. He sent us directly to the emergency pet cardiologist.

After many tests, the specialist confirmed that Ozzie was in congestive heart failure BUT that we'd got him there soon enough to rectify the issue.

We left him there overnight; they gave him all the necessary meds via an IV. 

He's home. He's eating. He's wagging his nub. He's again taken up residence on the leather sectional. 

*sigh* 

I'm so thankful that the vet called me to ask how he was doing....we were on a "wait and see" mode this time, and in hindsight, that was not going to be a good thing. 

Divine intervention?

Karma?

The dog Gods smiling down on Ozzie?

Eventually I'll share with you how fabulous our Christmas was aside from that little miracle up there.
I hope you're all happy and healthy wagging your nubs too. 

XOXO

Got Expressions? We do.

Merry Christmas from the distracted ones.

And from the posers.

Lets not forget the hipsters...

or the dog ninga and his muse. 

And from the WHOLE Busy Bee fama-lama-ding-dong.

I kinda wish I could share with you MY expression when I was asked this week if I qualified for a SENIOR DISCOUNT. 
But who wants to see me giving the finger?
No one, that's who.
Christmas was almost ruined....luckily, I got over it in about 16 hours.

Wishing you all a very Merry Christmas!

Thank you for your friendship. 

XOXOXOXO

Willy Nilly Friday-It's almost the big day!

1)

I read on Pinterest regarding forced bulbs (paper whites). 

Well, if you know me, I'm all about forcing my opinion things. 

Next time, I'll up the amount of bulb forcing so I can up the amount of my game. 

2)

 Who is ready for Cookies?

And by cookies, I'm talking about candles.
I keep {tasty} candles in our cookie jar...gets the sugar starved kids every time!

3)

Look who was able to shed his lampshade cone! He's looking as handsome as ever.

We received the pathology report from the Dr; not good, we'll discuss later.  

Right now he's a happy camper!

4)

I might just put out a plate of tomatoes for Santa!

5)
Our kitchen pig gets it!

Linking up with Tanya and friends today. 

Have a lovely weekend!

XOXO