Monday, July 28, 2014

Max & Thomas

Thomas = 3 1/2 year old cat - a Somali x Turkish Van
Max = 11month old Miniature Schnauzer Dog
 
Max joined our little family in January 2014.
We were a little nervous as to how Thomas would take it. Thomas lived with dogs for about 2 years before we moved house so he would be ok, in theory.
 
They met, the cat was nervous.
Thomas would watch this funny thing running around the house. And then avoid it completely.
We realised that Thomas need to be reminded that he was still the boss. So we would great Thomas first when we arrived at home, we would feed Thomas first and the cat was allowed on the bed, but not the dog.
 
Thomas realised he had power.
And he would use this power every moment possible.
 
Max would be a naughty puppy and chew stuff. Of course he would be told off for his behaviour.
This meant that little Max would run outside.
Thomas would sit at the door, and as Max ran past, the cat would smack his bottom.
Thomas would then sit at the door until he decided the dog was allowed back in.
 
 
Now these two are the best of friends
The play together
Cause chaos together
Sleep together

 
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Thomas loves to kick Max out of his bed and then sleep in Max's bed.
Max accepts this and goes to sleep next to his bed.
As you can see, the catch stretches out to maximise the bed experience.
 
We have three beds for Max.
Thomas will kick Max out of the bed that he is sleeping in, then takeover the bed.
If Max moves to another bed, Thomas will kick him out of that bed too.
The cat is king.
And the dog loves the attention!


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Friday, July 25, 2014

Oh Hey Friday

I'm so excited that Ellie Love joined in on a Friday Link Up! This means I get to link up to!
 
1. MrB and I have wanted a Le Creuset Buffet Casserole dish for ages. We saved all our eBucks reward points and finally, two weeks ago, we were able to purchase one in the lovely Rosemary colour. I haven't cooked anything in it yet (we haven't been eating at home much with everything that has been going on). But hopefully this weekend I get to play a little bit!
 
 
2. Last week, MrB went to pick up his new set of wheels. The company has moved from company vehicles to a vehicle allowance. This Ford Ranger is technically MrB's first car. He has never owned a car before! It's a great vehicle. We're loving it.



3. Last Saturday I ran the Delta Park 5km Parkrun. I wasn't feeling all that good the week before so didn't run at all. It was a cold morning and at times my lungs burnt from the chilly air. But I pushed through a completed my fastest 5km for 2014. YAY!! I did proceed to get really sick on Sunday and haven't felt great all week. so no running this weekend. Rest rest and more rest.


4.  With the death in the family this past week, one tends to reflect on life. I have always had a fear of being alone. But I have realised that, as Robin Williams puts it, it's worse to feel alone. I can be alone but not feel alone, knowing that there are amazing people in my life who care for me. And even if we do end up alone, people still love you, they just don't always show it.


5.  MrB's sister and her husband was with us and have now returned home. I miss them already! It's been great fun hanging out with these two crazy Capetonians. We did joke about moving down to the mountain and sea. I swear I would if MrB got an awesome job down there. I would love to move back to the sea!

 
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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Let's not dwell on maybe, baby.

As some of you may recall, MrB's gran was hospitalized last week. She passed away on Friday 18 July. MrB's mom was with her when she passed.

Now the family will come together to say a final farewell. This means that MrB's cousin will be in town too. We haven't seen cousin K since before her wedding in May last year. This means we'll be meeting her little 3 month baby too.

Now why am I not writing a lovely tribute to MrB's gran and instead focusing on the baby?

The lovely tribute will come if it's the right thing to do on this blog.

If you are any good at maths you would have picked up the reason. If not, I'll explain it to you.

Last year when the doctor confirmed the blood tests and confirmed the pregnancy for us B's, we heard that cousin K was also pregnant. The dates were exactly the same. I think our due date was out by a day or two. We were overjoyed and couldn't believe that two babies in the family would be coming along at the same time.

Fast forward to where we are now.

When I had the miscarriage last year, we decided not to tell people. The only ones who knew was the family and a few select friends who we were very close to. And of course my lovely blog readers. This means that MrB's aunt wasn't told and cousin K doesn't know.

When we heard that cousin K would be coming down for tomorrow's service, I realised MrB isn't completely over what happened. He told me that he is nervous to meet baby. To see what could have been ours.

Yes the baby we didn't have would be the age of the baby we will be meeting tonight. Maybe ours would also have been a boy. Maybe our baby would have been excited to interact with it's second cousin for the first time. Maybe maybe maybe.

I told MrB that we cannot dwell on this. We cannot see this baby as our "maybe baby". What happened to us happened for a reason. We were not meant to have a baby yet. We were not meant to be at the service tomorrow with two screaming 3 month old babies.

When we meet cousin K's baby, we need to do so with a clean, clear heart.

Perhaps meeting the baby and being around cousin K will be good for us. Maybe this is the end of the cycle that I felt was at work. Perhaps we will lay the demons of last year to rest?

As we lay one soul one rest tomorrow, it will incredible to celebrate the new soul in the family. Perhaps this even makes space for another new soul soon.


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Monday, July 21, 2014

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Quit Smoking

MrB's gran was admitted to hospital yesterday to assist her in recovery after they discovered she was retaining water around her organs. Her lungs are also very weak, slowing down the oxygen supply to the heart, which in turn is slowing her heart down.

The reason for the lung problems? Smoking.

I used to smoke.
I smoked when I was stressed and I smoked when I was drinking. I was a social smoker.

I never smoked in the morning.
I never smoked in my house
I never smoked alone
I never woke up and smoked
I didn't always have cigarettes on me
I could easily go a week or two without smoking.

I was a social smoker. Right? WRONG! I was a SMOKER.

You're a smoker. No matter what pretty word you try to put in front of the word SMOKER, you're still a SMOKER!

I realised one day that I had to stop. It was time to quit.
Before this day I had never thought about quitting. I mean, I didn't smoke every day, I didn't need to quit.

Step one? admitting that I was a smoker.
Step two? realising I had to quit.

I went to MrB and I told him to pick a number. He chose 13. So on January 13 2012 we would officially stop smoking. I don't remember the last cigarette I had. I didn't make a big thing of it.

I woke up on 13 January and said "You don't smoke anymore".

I said no when it was offered. I stopped drinking for a while (that was a trigger point for me).

I started drinking again and wanted a cigarette but said NO!

One month passed, then two, then three. Somewhere along the line I did have a drag from a friend. I would have too much wine and have half a cigarette from a friend. But the less I smoked and the longer between each drag the easier it became to say no.

When the anaesthetist asked me last year if I smoked, I proudly declared "no" - what a great feeling!

I am no longer tempted. My friends smoke around me and I don't feel anything.

All I hope is that I woke up and came to my senses in time. I don't want to be in a hospital bed hoping I will be ok, regretting the cigarettes of my youth.

I am determined not to smoke again.
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