Sunday, April 6, 2008

The men in the white coats are coming .....

This picture is from 1994 --- Sons #1 & #2 are sitting on the fence, watching Daddy put the new Jeep together.  This was one of the best gifts of all time.

     So the roller coaster continues.  Make sure you're securely in the car before we begin.  Trust me, there have been quite a few times when the ride has taken off when I wasn't ready --- it is NOT fun to be tossed around the car like a rag doll.
     First of all, I am so proud of Son #2 that I could bust.  He and another friend put together a benefit for a family at our church.  It was a "band fest" to raise money for medical expenses (their daughter is also a 9th grader and a good friend of his).  When he first started planning this I was not optimistic about the outcome.  I've never heard his "band" play and he was pulling together other bands to perform.
Well let me just say that he/they did an outstanding job.  The show was a couple of hours and it was very good.  They raised a fair amount of money --- much, much more than I had thought they would.
I didn't bring a camera or video recorder (see what kind of mother I am?!).  So this is from my phone --- Son #2 is the one in the middle, playing the bass.  He was wonderful!!
And I know that Jim is as proud of him and the tremendous job he did organizing this as I am.  I could feel him.  This is one of the high points of the "ride".

     Next, my brother-in-law left for Oklahoma yesterday.  Things are bad.  Decisions have to be made regarding "quality of life" and how much longer this is going to go on --  how much longer Jim's mom should have to do this.  She is slipping away.  
     So my trip to Tulsa may have to be altered.  I am hoping against hope that I can still go to the reunion.  I really, really need this.  But this is family -- and my family for the last 27 years (I count the time before we were married).  They and I need a lot of prayer right now.  Especially them and the decisions that need to be made, but that no one wants to have to make.  This is where the "ride" makes a stomach lurching drop --- one of the biggest drops ever.   One of them.
     And now, onto the admit and confess part of the ride.  I have lost my mind.  Now I know you're thinking I've been saying this for the last 3 plus months, and that's true.  I have been losing it.  But now ..... it's gone.  Totally.  And the sad part is, I'm still mostly responsible for 6 other people.  It's a good thing the oldest three are close to being all on their own.  Good for them .... bad for me.  
     It all happened yesterday.  Son #3 and I went to see "Leatherheads" --- you should see it.  Cute, funny and gorgeous.  Oh, well, we all know who was gorgeous.  Really, does the movie have to be good?  Nahhhhhh.  If it is, it's a win-win.  :)
Anyway, after the movie we ran into PetsMart to pick up some cat food.  BIG MISTAKE. HUGE, GIGANTIC, MASSIVELY BIG mistake!  I now recognize that I have a serious problem and can never, EVER, be allowed to walk into that store again (kind of like my sis-in-law in AK!).
Because THIS is what I left with:


This is the extra package I came out with.  He's 9 weeks old and very, very cute.  Too bad he and Colbie seem to hate each other's guts.  I went into that store an innocent, unaware victim-to-be.  I left a stunned, stammering, blathering idiot.  And I blame Son #3 for this.  Yes, I had been considering a second kitten for Colbie to live with (especially a short haired, black male), but had really given up on the idea.  And then came the kitten asile at PetsMart.  Dumm dee dumm dummm.  
And now here I am.  The owner of two adorable, yowling, spitting kittens.  Kind of like my kids!
I wanted to give him a Kenyan name but can't seem to find a suitable one.  "Kenya" sounds too much like a female name, unless we call him Kenny, which might not be flattering for my dad, Kenny.  So then I found the Swahili word for cat --- paka (pronounced like Paco, only with a soft a on the end).  Now this would be a perfectly acceptable name if Son #2 had not had a minor speech problem when he was small.  The boy couldn't say an R to save his life.  So when he would tell someone his name, it sounded a whole lot like "Paca", or in the case of his baseball coach, "Paco".  The man called him that for 2 weeks before I realized he was talking to PARKER!  
So, Paca is out.  The next name was the Swahili name for "black", but I couldn't figure out how to pronounce it.  So for the moment it's ................. and do NOT roll your eyes ...............................
"George".  I'm sure you can figure out where that name came from.  I don't know if it will stick, I'd still like to do something in honor of Kenya.  
And just in case you or someone you know feels the burning desire to ask ... NO, I AM NOT A CAT LADY!!!  The definition of a cat lady is one who owns 3 or more.  I have two.  And 2 it will stay (unless George flunks his 2 week trial period and I have to take him back).  I really hope he works out.
And many of my friends have been warned so let me warn the rest of you ---- I can NEVER, EVER, be allowed into that store again.  So if I call you and ask for a delivery of litter or food, please know that you're helping me more than you know if you deliver.  
     OK, time to go ice and then heat the shoulder and then beg my dear sweet friend for something a bit stronger that 800 mg of Motrin every 6 hours.  That takes the edge off, sometimes.  I may have to go see another shoulder doctor when I get back from Oklahoma.  Tomorrow I see the new ENT.  Hopefully he'll be able to guide me as to what to do to help my ears, sinuses and dizziness.
     OK, the ride is coming to a slow down now.  Please wait until it comes to a complete stop before you unbuckle your seat belts, cuz you never know when it's going to take off, going from 0 to 60 in 20 seconds (that one kind of knocks the breath out of you....in my experience anyway).
Stay clear of the swinging doors and leave on the left side.  If you feel strong and brave enough tomorrow then please join me for another ride!  But make sure you're ready!!!

11 comments:

Anonymous said...

Who...me???
Don't worry J. Once you adopt a pet there, and it scratches,BITES, or injures your child in any way...it's over, the urge to ever take one home again is GONE. Then you buy FISH. If a fish...somehow... hurts your child...you can FLUSH IT DOWN THE TOILET!!!!
;P
Way to go son #2/I have such faith in him...I'm tellin' ya!!!
XOXO
love you all.
K in AK

Anonymous said...

CUUUUTE!!! You are SUCH a sucker!
It could be worse though...guess what I brought home last week.
...an orphaned baby lamb! I have to bottle feed the little bugger:)
He's loud & stinky....MUCH worse than a kitten.
I'm so sorry to hear about your MIL. I'm praying for your family and that God gives them all peace.

I'm so glad that Son #2 made you proud like that! What a sweet and wonderful thing for him to do for that family.
I love you very much and you're constantly on my mind.

Lis

Anonymous said...

I was also very impressed with Parker's band and initiative to plan the musical showcase/fundraiser. They played very well. You have to be proud!
The cat thing? Unfortunately I don't share your love for them. I am a 'bird' lover and you know what cats do with birds! But I have been known to enjoy an occassional cuddle with a kitten!
The postponed Kenya trip is an answered prayer of mine as well. And you are a big part of my daily prayers, still.
Marilyn

Anonymous said...

I think George is a fine name for a cat. There is no need to change it.


Lisa

KellyAnne Style said...

awe the kitty is so cute!!!!!!!!
can you please send me your email address? jcowieson@earthlink.net

also, I wanted to share this with you-
O lord, you turned my wailing into dancing;
you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy,
that my heart may sing to you and not be silent.Psalm 30:11,12

Sometimes it can seem that all there is to life is grief. We face painful
realities and allow ourselves to feel the painful feelings. But grief is
only for a season. There will come a season for joy. In fact one of the
most surprising things about the recovery process is that as we grow in
our capacity for experiencing deep emotional pain we also enlarge our capacity
for experiencing joy. Recovery is not just about learning to experience
unpleasant emotions. It is about learning to feel the full range of life's
emotions.

Imagine for a moment that you are 'clothed' in grief. God grieves with
you. It is a time for wailing. Few words pass between you. But there
is a great deal of emotion. Then, one day God brings you a new set of clothes. They are the clothes of joy. The time comes to change clothes. Your heart begins to sing. The time of wailing is over. The time for dancing has come.

Who can say how long this will take? It certainly cannot be rushed.
But God is prepared to be with us through the whole process. God understands
joy. God clothes us with joy and teaches us to dance and sing.

For teaching me to dance, Lord,
I give you thanks.
You are a good teacher.
My heart dances before you, Lord.
Your goodness endures forever.

For teaching me to sing, Lord,
I am grateful.
You are a good teacher.
My heart sings to you, Lord.
Your goodness endures forever.

Amen.

Anonymous said...

Here's a thought.... G.C.'s beloved pet, a pot-bellied pig was named Max. that's a cute name???

I found a link that lists "pet names" from many different countries- here is a link http://www.cat-names.us/spitter.asp?menu1=Foreign+and+Ethnic&select2=African&gender=b&Submit=Submit


I found the name "Salim" from Africa and it means "peace"

Im proud of son #2 also! it was great! I took some pics with my camera- I'll send you them as soon as I load them on computer.

I'm praying for your MIL and the whole family.
Love you, K

Anonymous said...

I love your new baby....I have a solid black one(Casper) that is 11 yrs old this summer as well as another cat & dog. I've never had less than two cats & as many as 10 when the kittens came along. The newest addition wondered into the front yard 2 yrs ago. The trick to PetsMart is to learn exactly what isle your items are on..go directly there. Stay away from the isle that has the closed room with the cages and never look at the animals that are in the front when you walk in. Saturdays are not good to go on.

Anonymous said...

I am incredibly allergic to cats so I can not share your love. I can appreciate the cuteness though and George is very cute. I think it's a great name too.
By the way, I'm sooooo proud of Son #2 and those he worked with to make the benefit happen.

Anonymous said...

Staying away from the kitty room is easier said than done. We've started shopping at Petco because they don't have a kitty room. Much safer for us. But if we do go inside PetsMart, we definitely go see the kitties. Can't help it. I think I'm at a point, though, that I can walk out without one. Having to put one down does that to you.

Way to go P!! What a guy. Wish we could have been there to see him do his thing. He's such a nifty guy.

I'm really sorry to hear things are so bad for Jim's mom. I will be praying for the family, you included, of course. I know this sounds awfully selfish, but I can't help it...I hope you will be able to still visit with us. I'm so looking forward to it. Let me know your plans. I love you very much.

Bittersweet Grandma said...

Please don't beat up on yourself for forgetting the camera. I do it all the time and I refuse to believe it relates to how good a mom or grandmother I am! I blame it on age but I can get away with that excuse much easier than you can. Besides, isn't that why they invented cell phones? Oh, and also for text messaging, emailing, voice mailing, video taping, timekeeping, and alarm setting. And I hear you can actually talk to someone on them, too!

I’m disappointed that I couldn't make it to the benefit and hear Son #2’s band but I'll send in a check for this very worthy cause. I know you are proud of him and I’m sure M. and her family must be very grateful and touched by his loving-kindness toward a friend in need.

Galatians 5:13b …serve one another in love.

LL said...

So cute! For a few months of our marriage, JP and I had three cats in a tiny studio apartment. I think we could have legitimately been a "crazy cat couple" or something like that. But TWO cats, only two? That's totally rational and normal and just doubles the cuddles and the little furry, purring mounds on your lap. Two cats is perfect.