Thursday, May 29, 2008


Tomorrow I am having Lasik surgery at Emory Vision. I am excited and nervous....I don't think Canoe or June would make very good seeing eye dogs.
But the thought of being free...of being able to see in the morning is pretty compelling.

"Look at the red light and DO NOT look away". Yikes! I think I also did a disservice to myself by watching my husband's surgery 6 years ago. Yep, it was gross.

It's been funny...when I tell people that I'm going to take the plunge...some of them have looked scared and have asked where I will be getting it done. Just for fun, I told a couple of them that I was hitting the Lasiks Center by Publix b/c I had a buy one get one free coupon.

Tomorrow at 10 AM...think good thoughts!!!!!

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

I like roaches!

But only the Greyhound related kind.

Our new girl, nka "June" is a roacher extra-ordinaire. (hub named her June after she joyously crunched up a junebug.) Canoe, on the other hand, is a side sleeper. I have seen him roach when we first got him, but more often than not, that deep chest of his plops him back on his side.

For my sans-greyhound friends, "roaching" refers to this upside down sleep position that SOME greyhounds employ and enjoy. Can you say roaching???? Goooooood.

Saturday, May 17, 2008


sil·hou·ette noun

1. A drawing consisting of the outline of something, especially a human profile, filled in with a solid color.

2. A very beautiful greyhound that was adopted by the Peters family through SEGA. Sister of Canoe.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

The most wonderfullest Greyhound, ever.

Oobie wan Canoobie...Bacon Boy....Canockle Bacon....Can

Names of endearment for my red dog....(oh brother....she's hopeless). I am...and I'll give you one example of why.

I have been in single parent mode since Friday, my darlin' husband out in Florida on business, bringing home his own kind of bacon. My son, having major difficulty from a minor surgery...staying home from school on doctor's orders...the daughter, singing, chatting is her right...chopping up paper...coloring....hating every meal that I get the picture. Pretty normal for me and for her.

(My son just told me that he dreamt that Hitler was eating Britney Spears while riding on a squid...I guess his pain meds are working really well)

Anyway, I digress...after cleaning up from another meal, I slipped outside to my Adirondack breathe and collect my wits. The dogs followed me, of course, and Canoe sidled up to the chair to be pet. I pet his soft fur and rested my head on his neck...inhaling the warm smell of his doggie-ness....such a comfort. I then leaned back and shut my eyes...Canoe came around to the front of my chair, put his paws up on the chair, leaned in and put his head on my shoulder...nitted on me and gave me a quick lick. How did he know?

There ain't nothin' like Greyhound Love. (sing to "radar love")

Monday, May 12, 2008

Mother's Day...a Hallmark Event?

WHOA. So if someone told me that I would have two children one day....when I was 10 or 15 or 20 something, I woulda' said, "no way, Jose". My passion was and still is finding the answer to the question, "WHY". So why did I choose to become a Mom, ditch my career, and get down to the dirty diaper business?

After meeting my
husband, the "no way Jose" turned into, "well, maybe...but only because I know that YOU will be a great Dad, and will CO-PARENT".

Mixed in with that was a completely misdirected curiousity about what our offspring would look like. (This was before computer programs that could answer this question). I didn't think further about many things, like once you got 'em, you can't return 'em. You can't leave them crated while you're out and about...and that your dream may be just that...a dream, and the reality would be different.

My mother was incredible. She LOVED her children, and woulda' had 12 if her vericose veins hadn't been that bad...if she hadn't almost died after having #4 b/c of a blood clot with wanderlust. (#4 was an
d is my personal favorite sibling)

Being a mother has been the most challenging job I have ever had. It is not a "Hallmark moment"'s been more of a boot camp that teaches me more about my strengths and to ANSWER the question "Why" instead of just asking it...and an amazing way to recognize what my Mom sacrificed...with finesse and creativity and joy. I can't tell you how many times I called my Mom to say in the heck did you pull this off?

This is a job for the brave of heart...for the soft of heart...for those who are willing to have themselves blended on high in the kiddie mixer...hoping that what pours out is better than what is poured in.

BTW, my hub is a great children are beautiful...and I only think about returning them occassionally.