Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Getting over the lost of a pet

In the weeks following Kleo's death I was distraught.  There was an overwhelming feeling that something was missing in my life. Well, surprisingly enough, Hubs found a solution to helping me fill the void. 

Hubs and the girls were out on a mission to get another puppy almost immediately after Kleo passed.  To be polite, I humored their attempts but always gave a "No."  The Saturday before St. Patrick's Day we went to the pet store to pick up a few odds and ends for Kiki and of course we ended up looking at dogs.  A dachshund, scottish terrier and boston terrier to be exact.  All of the dogs were super sweet, but I said "no" to all of them followed by, "I'm just not ready."

St. Patrick's Day Hubs, Monster, and I (Bug was with a friend) made the trip back to the pet store because Hubs "forgot" to pick something up.  While Monster and I were looking at the birds and reptiles Hubs peaked out from a room, smiled, and said, "Ali, come here."  I rolled my eyes and knew what to expect, another puppy.  When I got into the room I saw the boston terrier. 

Monster sat on the floor and played with the boston terrier while quietly watched.  I knew the question was coming, "Mommy, can we get her?" and I was ready to give the "No."  Before Monster could ask Hubs walked by and said, "Monster, how about you come with me and look around so mommy can have some time alone with the puppy?"  Monster exited the room and I was left alone with this pitiful looking boston terrier.  She looked at me, I looked at her, and then she just walked over, crawled up into my lap, nuzzled down, and laid there.  I didn't know what to do, so I cried.  As soon as that darn puppy noticed I was crying she started licking my tears.

Claire Danes' ugly cries are a good representation of how I look when I cry  lol via

During my crying an employee came by

Employee: "Umm, are you okay?"
Me: "Kleo DIIIIEEEDDDDD!!!!!"
Employee: "I heard.  I'm so sorry."
::awkward silence::
Employee: ::walks away quickly::

Hubs walked by second later and looked at me, crying with the puppy in my lap.

Hubs: "Do you want me to ask about her information?"
Me: "I don't knooooowwwww."
Hubs: ::half chuckles:: "I'll be right back."

Monster comes in.

Monster:: "Mommy, why are you crying?"
Me: "I miss Kleo.  What would Kleo say if I got another puppy?"
Monster: "I think Kleo would want you to love another puppy as much as you love her."

That Monster, she's a smart cookie. :) Kleo is the type of doggie that would want me to be happy and show love to another dog.  She wasn't the jealous type.


I'm not sure how it happened but somewhere between my crying and rambling Hubs had gotten the information together and we walked out of the pet store with a new puppy.


This is Azura Kleopatra AKA: Zuri

She has been a blessing to have in our home. She's smart, easy going, and loves to cuddle.  Having Zuri around has eased the pain.  She reminds me so much of Kleo.  I know that she will never replace Kleo and I don't want her to.  I hope that with time Zuri and I will grow to have as great a bond as that Kleo and I had. 

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

School Puberty Talks

Last week J and I took Bug and Pill (Bug's bestie/J's daughter) to their school's "Girls Night Out".  "Girl's Night Out" was for female students grades 3rd - 5th and an adult female (mom, aunt, grandma, sister, etc) to listen to a talk about the upcoming changes in the young girl's bodies and emotions.  Concluding the talk there would be crafting and zumba.  

The school counselor (a woman) did the majority of the talking at the event.  She explained how puberty starts in the brain, sending a signal throughout the body to start the changes.  She got down to the nitty gritty explaining painful, developing breast, vaginal discharge, crazy hormones, etc.  She even gave us moms/grandmas/aunts a pep talk about how to prepare for the upcoming  hormonal changes.  Afterwards there was a cheesy 1990s video that explained how to put on a pad. 

It sounds so awkward, and it was a little bit, but it was really so great because it was all laid out there and the counselor did an AWESOME job of making everyone feel comfortable and relaxed.  I give her mad kudos!  I hope every school has a counselor like her!

Following the talk and video the paper was put out on the tables and the students could write down any questions they had.  The counselor would pick the up and answer them out loud just in case anyone else was thinking the same thing, but just too embarrassed to ask.  The questions were pretty simple, the most challenging one for her to answer was explaining WHY periods were needed.  She just said "A period is our bodies way of telling us that we can have babies."  She didn't go into any further detail than that, which I'm grateful for.  Bug wanted to ask "Why do we need armpit hair?"  But she didn't get to give it to the counselor.  When I saw it all I said to her was, "We don't need it.  That's why mommy shaves it off every morning."Yea, probably not the right answer, but I am ill equipped for these kind of conversations!

At the conclusion of the talk the event was broken into to two groups.  One would do the craft and the other would zumba.  After 20 minutes the groups would switch.  The craft was making a picture frame together.  It was a really cute, simple craft.  While the craft was going on the students were called out with their mom/grandma/aunt to take a picture to put in the frame.  I really liked the way that zumba was incorporated zumba into the event.  The teacher/zumba instructor explained the importance of staying active.  The movements the teacher used was really basic so everyone could participate in it.  Bug had a good time!  She wants to take a zumba class, which is great because there is a kid one at my gym and we have it on the XBox so she can do it with me!

Leaving the event the counselor said that there would be a bag for the girls to take home and a calendar for them to use so they can track their periods.

Bug: "Mommy!  Don't forget to remind me to get a calendar!"
Me: "Why do you need a calendar?  To track your imaginary period!?"
Bug: "YES!"

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Apparently she wasn't the only one because Pill was saying the same thing to J.  Oh, and what was in the bag?  Pads!  The girls were so excited to get pads...  I don't know why.  They are weird! 

Walking back to the vehicle J and I talked about how impressed we were with the event.  She said "That was pretty good!  I remember back in my day the boys got to go have a pizza party while we had to go learn about tampons!"

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All the way home the girls were talking about periods and pads while waving around their "period bags."  The winning conversation goes to Pill for sure!

Pill: "Do boys have to wear pads?"
J: "No.  They-"
Pill: "No, they can't, because it would get in the way of their candy sticks."
Me: "WHAT!?"  ::laughter::
Pill: "Ugh! I meant their candy canes!"
Me: ::still laughing while half apologizing to J for not being able to stop the laughter::

Within the following days I was telling the guys at work about the "puberty meeting" and how great it went.  Turns out that none of their children's schools were doing anything like that.  I feel very lucky to have Bug and Monster in a school that took interest in educating the kids and making it fun.  Does anyone else have children in a school that does something like this?  

Monday, March 24, 2014

It's not just young boys!

We often hear about boys that get caught looking at boobs in amazment...  Let me just say that it's not just boys!  This weekend I went and to dinner with Stephanie, S, and the kiddos.  Steph was wearing a blazer with this banging corset which enhanced her even banging-er (it's a word lol) boobies!  It got hot in the restaurant (Hibachi) and she removed her blazer.  Bug straight up pulled one of these...

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Her mouth dropped open, she lifted her hand, pointed her finger, and started to say something until I threw my hand over her mouth.

Me: "It's not polite to stare."
Bug: ::mumbling about big boobs with my hand over her mouth::
Me: "Stop.  Yes, I know Miss Stephanie has big boobs.  But we still do not stare."  ::remove my hand from Bug's mouth::
Bug: ::whispering:: "But mommy, they are so biiiiiggggg!!!"
Me: ::sigh:: "Yes, I know.  Now stop!"

It was totally embarrassing!  We were sitting at the Hibachi with strangers who were quietly giggling.  Thankfully Stephanie is a good friend and she laughed it all off.  For real though, I'm not gonna lie, S and I totally checked her out too!  We just weren't obvious!

Hell yea we do!
So, yes, it's not just young boys that stare at boobs.  It's everyone!  Even straight women!  Now the question is, what do you do whenever you catch your kid staring!?



Sunday, March 23, 2014

Sunday Social - 3 Things

1. Top 3 things you cant go a day without doing

Okay, I'm not going to state the obvious like eating, sleeping, water...  That's just boring!

1. Laughing
2. Coffee, and
3. Telling Ticklebug, Bug and Monsters"I love you."
ALL THE TIME!!!
2. 3 things that scare you the most

1. Drowning
2. Spiders
3. People I love not making it to heaven.

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3. 3 places you want to see before you kick the bucket

1. Paris
2. Hawaii,
3. Zachary Quinto's bedroom...  BAHAHHAHAHAH

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4. 3 movies you will always love

1. The Little Mermaid
2. Dirty Dancing
3. Saving Private Ryan

Am I the only one that reenacted this in the bathtub? via

5. 3 favorite current songs

1. "Let It Go" - Idina Menzel (freaking Disney songs)
2. "XO" - Beyonce
3. ALWAYS and FOREVER my favorite is "Pour Some Sugar On Me" - Def Leppard

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And there's another Sunday Social!  Now time to finish up homework and actually be a mother.


Wednesday, March 19, 2014

To the Rainbow Bridge

Less than two years ago I fell in love with the most adorable little hybrid puppy.  She was a Bugg, a Boston Terrier and Pug mix with a brindle coat and adorable little curly tail.  Her name was Kleopatra Little Puppy, nicknamed Kleo.

The day we brought Kleo home
First month.

Sadly, on February 6th Kleo took her walk to the Rainbow Bridge...otherwise known as Doggie Heaven.

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The afternoon of February 6th I got a phone call from Hubs.  He told me "I have some bad news" paused, then painfully said, "Kleo is dead."  After letting out a "What!?" All I can remember is Hubs trying to talk to me while I said "no" over and over again. In between sobs Hubs told me, "I need you to come home.  There is blood everywhere.  It's bad."  With the help of two of my girlfriends at work I manged to pull myself together enough to shut down my computers, get out of the office, and into my car. 

Looking back at it now I probably shouldn't have been driving.  Within minutes I was crying again.  While I was crying I had to call A to cancel our gym date and J to ask her to pick up the girls and let her know no matter what don't let the kids in my house.  I LOVE these two ladies for not hanging up the phone on me while I was rambling and blubbering like a crazy person.

When I got home J opened her door and told me to come inside her house.  I don't know what I said, but I think I snapped at her. (Sorry, J!  I love you!)  Coming into the house I was met with an awful smell.

**WARNING**  Graphic and Gross

The overwhelming, horrific smell was coming from the basement, where we keep the dogs' crates.  When I got downstairs the first thing I saw was Kleo's body.  As I got closer I saw that she had foamed at the mouth and was surrounded by blood and body fluid.  I sat by her crate and just cried harder.  Hubs came downstairs with a towel, wrapped up her body and told me that we needed to take her to the vet.

One eye but still fierce!
While Hubs drove us I could feel Kleo's body twitching (bodies are so weird).  To calm myself down I would just talk silly to Kleo, like she could understand me... "Really, Kleo, I drop a grand for your eye to be removed and you can't even last a year?" or "Who is going to try and lick the boogers out of my nose now?"  (Kleo had a yucky habit of trying to lick inside of noses.)  Hubs laughed a little bit at my babbling.  He's not much for feelings but I could tell that he was hurt too.

When we reached the Vet we walked in and were automatically greeted by the receptionist, who had been expecting us. We were escorted into our own room and told that the doctor would come back to see us shortly.  Within minutes the Doc was with us offering his condolences.  From there he had Hubs explain what had happened.  Hubs let the dogs outside, locked them up in the crates, left for an hour, then came home to find Kleo already gone.  Doc did an outer body exam on her and assessed that it was probably something she had ingested earlier in the day.  Whatever it was might have blocked her intestines causing them to explode.  Hearing this was extremely painful and Doc didn't sugar coat anything, he said "She was probably in a lot of pain."  It was so hard to hear, but in the end I'm glad that he was honest with us.

After the exam we talked about what to do with the body.  This was so difficult to talk about.  Even though a private cremation was going to cost more than a mass we decided we still wanted it.  As for the autopsy we couldn't make a decision so we said we would call back in a few days. (We decided not to do it.) Once that was settled Doc left us in the room to say our good-byes.  I tried to curl Kleo's tail but her body was too cold and stiff.  I made the good-bye short after that because I didn't want to remember her as cold and stiff.  I wanted to remember her for the little ball of energy she was.

On the way home I texted J and asked her to please keep watching the kids so Hubs and I could clean up.  Hubs' steam cleaned the basement and washed out the crate while I bathed Kiki.  (Hubs had let Kiki outside immediately after finding Kleo)  After we were done cleaning up we opened up all the windows to let out the smell then went over to J's house to pick up the girls.

I knew that sitting down to tell the girls would be hard, thankfully Hubs volunteered to do the talking.  As expected, both girls cried.  We spent the remainder of the evening cuddled on the couch, watching movies, and eating ice cream. After the girls went to bed Hubs and I stayed up and talked.  We were both beating ourselves up over not noticing anything different with Kleo.  In the end Hubs said that she didn't act out any differently, she never cried, overslept, she always ate, there was really no sign of her not feeling well.  At this point I had decided that I didn't want to do an autopsy.  Losing Kleo was hard enough, I didn't want the additional guilt of knowing the exact cause.  Even if it wasn't something that was our fault, knowing wasn't going to bring her back. 

As the days went on Hubs and the girls got better.  Within a week they were all already in talks about bringing home a new puppy.  Every time this was brought up I would cry.  The sadness came to a point where sometimes I would have dreams of Kleo.  I would wake up in the morning and think that she was licking my face or smacking me with her curly tail.  It always felt so real!  My bestie Spice (a medium) says that it's probably her spirit comforting me.  I love that!


I've never really considered myself an animal lover.

Can't get homework done with doggies wanting to be big babies!
 I don't cry when animals die at movies.  I have thought more often than I'm willing to admit about getting rid of my dogs.  And I'm also pretty sure that I ate dog while in Korea (I didn't know until afterwards).  Losing Kleo was/has been absolutely heart wrenching. It's truly a case of you don't know the effect someone has on you until they are gone.  Sadly, it was this experience where I finally learned that dogs aren't just pets, they are family.


 Rest in Peace my sweet Kleo.  I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge soon enough.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Sunday Social - Pinterest

Like most women I'm addicted to Pinterest so this post was super fun! The only problem was having to narrow down favorites! 

I wanted to include a picture of the actual pins so I had to save some of these to my computer.  All the pins can be found in the links below them. :)

1. What is your favorite outfit pin?

I'm a Disney loving freak!  I love outfits that coordinate to the Disney theme.  Particularly the Disney princesses!  I wish I could pull off any one of these outfits!

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Link to Pin

2. What is your favorite food pin?

This one was hard.  I love all kinds of food!  Do I go with breakfast, lunch, dinner, healthy, sweets?  I never considered having a favorite.  My taste varies alot, espcially during "that time of the month" lol


Right now I'm craving lots of veggies!!!  I love salads where you can get creative!   Nuts and seeds for crunch!  Avocado...mmmm  I could eat avocado on everything!

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3. What is your favorite wedding pin?

I don't think this one is fair!  You can't expect a girl to pick just one!!!!  Do you pick dress?  Shoes?  Theme? Romantic picture?  Funny picture?  Before wedding?  During?  After?  ...  There are so many options!  


 In the end I decided on a romantic couple pin.  Hubs and I never had professional wedding pictures done.  All the beautiful pictures of the couples in love makes me wish we would have done it.

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4. What is your favorite DIY/craft pin?

My mom and grandma do lots of canning.  I have tons of Bell jars around the house.  One of these days I really want to do this with some.





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5. What is your favorite quote/verse/lyric pin?

I love laughter!  All my favorite quotes involve laughter!  I thought about using a song lyric but that would have to admit my addiction to sappy, country, love songs.

Link to Pin

6. Share one more random pin you love.


This is my beautiful one-eyed dog Kleo.  She lost her eye last April.  That never stopped her from being so loveable and playful.  She died February 6th unexpectedly.  It's been a hard month.  I've been meaning to write about it, but it's just so hard.  I miss her every day! <3

Pin the beautiful Kleo!

Check out my Pinterest!

I'm linked up for the Sunday Social.



Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Navy Habits I Can't Break

A few days ago when I put my heels on for work I looked down and let out a scream.

Hubs: "What's wrong!?  Are you okay?"
Me: "My pants have railroad tracks!"
Hubs: "Really?" ::hysterial laughter::
Me: "I have to iron them!  I have to iron them NOW!"
Hubs: "You can't just let it go?"
Me: "Nooooooooooooo!!!!!!!"  :runs upstairs to iron resulting in being 15 minutes late for work::

For those of you that don't know "railroad tracks" is Navy jargon for having ironed pants that have two creases.


 It is a big no no in the Navy.

The point of this story is that even though I have been out of the Navy for five years there are mannerisms, habits and pet peeves that I still can't let go of.

Like for the love of God a have a "gigline" has to be straight!


Stephanie was wearing this adorable outfit for work one day and the way it was designed had the gigline at an angle.   When I saw her...

Me: "Your gigline isn't straight...  Shift it to the left."
Steph: "That's how it's designed.  ...Let me guess...  It's going to bother you all day now."
Me: "Yes, yes it will."
Steph: ::giggling::

It's not just my clothing that makes my eye twitch.  I'm 5 feet tall so whenever I step on the scale I HAVE to be below 142 or else I automatically flip out and consider myself overweight.

If only...  I totally need this! via
The stupid military goes by the weight and "body mass" by measuring the the neck, waist, and hips.  Personally, I think that "body mass" measurement is a lie!  There is no way that can be right!!!!

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It's not just things like appearance and body image that flip me out.  The stupidest, ridiculous, and most insane military/Navy related things set me off.

Walking around I can't carry things in my right hand.  Things have to be in my left hand.  In the military you do this because you have to have your right hand ready to give a salute.  I'm a civilian now!  I'm not going to be saluting anyone!  Why can't I break this habit!?  Every time I try to carry things in my right hand it just feels awkward...

Another weird habit is I have this weird deal with the letter O and 0 "ZERO"!  When saying numbers do not say O!  O is not a number, it is a letter in the alphabet!  ZERO is a number!  The person that I rag on this the most is my own dad!  My dad is a retired Navy Chief.  When we are on the phone, talking numbers, and he says "O" I'm like, "NOOOO!!!  That's not a number!!!  You mean zero!"  Then he laughs at me...  and says I'm an "OCD freak..."  He might be right...  

Like the rest of America... I am in love with J. Law! via
These are just five things that the Navy has done to me.  There are many many MANY more, but I don't want to be here all night.  If I were to list out everything I would feel like I need intervention, or therapy...  More happy pills, perhaps?