Friday, February 8, 2013

These pictures are: Alabama's new scar, and my sweet little doped up girl. She's a tough cookie. So glad she is home.
While Alabama was in surgery Joey and I took a Tour de Bremerton.
Earlier today Alabamas surgeon called. He said this:

"Alabama is out of surgery and doing wonderfully. Someone is looking out for this little one, that was one smooth surgery. The acl was torn completly off but surprisingly no other damage was done and I finished quickly. She is a lucky girl and I think she's got an angel on her shoulder."

Thanks Dad.

Well and thanks to the doc too haha.
Today my baby girl Alabama is getting her acl replaced. I, of course, am a giant ball of anxiety and fear and am sad that she is gonna get upset when I leave her there. Alabama ran into the vet tail wagging and jumped onto the receptionist. "I want to stay with her till surgery." I said "she is a needy little girl I don't want her to think I'm abandoning her. is that ok?" "of course!" she said "just let me get her catheter started and you can sit with her." she took Alabamas leash and Alabama ran off with her without looking back, smiling from ear to ear tail wagging.

I don't think she's the one with the problem.
A boy and his welder.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Brian and I bought Alabama this dolly for her surgery. I usually leave my jacket with her so she has something of mamas but Brian wanted something from all of us. The first night Brian used it as a pillow, the me and now Joey. Look how cute Joey is. Brian says he will buy Joey his own tomorrow. I love my family.
Yesterday Brian told me he wanted to do something nice for me so he was gonna write a letter to Jon Bon Jovi and tell him all about me and make Jon see that he would want to meet me too. Then he paused for a second and said "this is a bad idea. He will fall in love with you and i will lose you. That would be a bad move on my part." i laughed and said "he's happily married Brian." and Brian smiled and said "yeah until he meets you."


Friday, February 1, 2013

This chinchilla hates me. Can ya tell?
I went outside this morning to start up the truck and take out the garbage and I guess Alabama thought I had left because when I walked in, this is what I found.
I don't get why when people see a man with his kids or hugging it or whatever they say "what a good dad! That's so awesome." it's his job to do that. He is supposed to do that. They are HIS children. Or the tattooed pics where a dude is holding a baby and it's all "like if this guy is a good dad tattoos and all!" it's called modeling people I doubt that baby is his or if it is he doesn't know it. Anyway I see moms all the time with tattoos or whatever doing everyday mom stuff for the kids whole life and all people do is pick apart what she ISN'T doing. Just because a dude has a cape on in the store with his kid doesn't mean he's a good dad probably means he's fucking crazy. I agree, men that take care of their own children deserve a pat on the back but like I said IT'S THIER JOB.
For the first time, I am wearing contacts. It was really scary putting them in my eyes, as I have spent my whole life stopping things from going in there (that's what she said) and I am having anxiety thinking about taking them out, but guess what?!........I CAN SEE!