tiggerprr’s scratching post

Ashlyn’s surgery on Thursday was uneventful, despite being a couple hours behind schedule. We’re hoping that she’ll be able to regain full range of motion in her knee after this. However, it means 5 days a week of physical therapy for the next several weeks. It also means that Ken and I get to push her to exercise her knee when she’s not in therapy, no matter how much she resists, cries or gets angry with us. Good times at Casa tiggerprr. NOT.

It’s interesting to me, the dynamic of loving someone so much that you are willing to yell, coax and cajole them into doing something that’s painful to them, for their greater good. Such is the foundation of parenthood I suppose.

I’m still hating my job. Just waiting for that moment that I can give them my notice and move to greener pastures it will only be the 3rd time I’ve ever quit a job to go to a different one. It has never ceased to amaze me that companies whose primary function is to provide other companies with human resource “expertise” never fail to treat their own employees like dirt. Yet, I stay in the industry… go figure. Codependant anyone? LOL

I’ve been watching “So You Think You Can Dance” this season, I love this show, and I don’t know why! Perhaps it’s the sadist in me that enjoys turning to look at my hubby to make sure he’s watching, when I know he’d rather have badgers nibbling at some tender spot on his body than to be watching this show voluntarily. Noooo, I’m not that mean… much. I couldn’t believe they tossed that poor girl this week (can’t remember her name!), I thought her and Pasha (notice I DO remember HIS name) looked smoking hot together and danced well. ::sigh:: My guess is they were afraid she’d keel over dead in the middle of a routine. The world will never know. I do think that Pasha will be hosed now for a partner, hope that doesn’t cost him in the big picture.

Evan Almighty, go see it. It was better than Bruce Almighty, IMO. Those of you who’ve read my blog for a while know that I do not cry at many movies. I did get misty at one point when all the animals were there waiting to get on the ark. I get misty at the beginning of “The Lion King” when all the animals are heading to Pride Rock to see Simba for the first time. What on earth is it about the majesty of all animalkind congregating that thaws my icy heart so? It’s so embarassing but yeah, animals get me all choked up.

So, that’s what’s been going on in my 100 Acre Woods. How are all of you?

I’m feeling quite like Eeyore lately rather than bouncy tiggerprr. I suppose it would be better if I could manage to find the time to blog more regularly, just to get stuff out there rather than just keeping it in my head and weighing on my heart. So much is going on, I’m afraid that the roller coaster I’ve described in the few posts I have made over the past couple of months continues, and doesn’t seem to be reducing speed at all.

To summarize:

1) Ashlyn is having a 2nd knee surgery on June 28th. It seems that her kneecap is adhering to the rest of her knee making bending her knee difficult. After that, she’ll be having physical therapy five times a week for God know’s how long. Don’t even get me started on slow paying insurance companies and ginormous co-pays. :/

2) I’m frankly amazed that work hasn’t fired me because I’m having to take some much time off with this. However, I’d almost welcome it since work sucks so much! They finally hired me, but I’m finding that hasn’t made me feel any better. I’m honestly just hanging on until I can get Ashlyn better and then I’m going to take a long hard look at the situation.

3) My stepkids have finally arrived, so we’re all adjusting to having 5 of us around and having some family fun.

4) Myrtle Beach tourist season. Bleh. (Though it’s not the hellish hell that people who lived here for a while have described. At least, not to me.)

5) My own back, while troublesome, isn’t really a candidate for any type of intervention. I am seeing the spinal surgeon on Monday to have him look at my neck MRI but the ortho guy I saw initially thinks I’m too young for them to go back in and muck around again. I’m not sure what he thinks I should be doing with a right thumb that locks up involuntarily when I use it for any real length of time. Oh well.

6) I’m down to my very last Ambien CR. That’s very dissapointing. Since I can’t sleep worth a poo worse than normal lately. Yes, I’m hoarding it.

So, so whiny right? LOL

There’s some stuff that I want to be doing… like planting flowers and whatnot in the yard. I don’t even know where to begin with that though. I kill cactus. It’s a talent. I also need to read the last 2 Harry Potter books before the 7th one comes out. I have about 7 other books I also need to read. I should really start taking them everywhere with me, I usually have an hour or so to kill when I am waiting on Ashlyn to get done with her therapy.

So much to do, so little time. Even though I may not always comment, I am lurking around when I have a small window of time to peek in on all of your lives. Don’t forget me..I promise I’ll be back in full force someday soon.

It’s been a long while since I did a meaty post here. Not for lack of things to say, just simply a lack of time/energy to say them. It’s been pointed out to me that people have many plates they try to balance, but that the sheer quantity of my plates outnumbers most people. So, THAT’S why I’m feeling like this, eh? So buckle your seatbelts, this may be a long and bumpy ride, err post.

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We had a great time at The House of tiggerprr. I got lucky and scored a 745pm reservation at Yamato Steak House, which is a Japanese Teppanyaki place (think Benihanas). Ken arrived home from work just in time for us to get to the restaurant. I forgot my camera, so I didn’t get to take a picture of the restaurant. I did however, filtch one from a review site that you can see here. Our chef was funny and very entertaining, actually the best teppanyaki chef I’ve ever had and I’ve had lots! We ate and ate and ate and I still had enough left over for breakfast this morning!

We got home and handed out our tokens of affection. Here’s Ashlyn with hers:

And here’s what I got from the hubby:

I tried to take a picture of the hubby, but he was camera shy. I got him some Lucky 6 cologne. He really likes the bottle, and the scent. Whew, I was sweating it. Remember, he’s worse than a woman about scents, clothes and don’t even get me started on him and shoe shopping.

The best thing I got though…was this from Mon Petit Chou (My little cabbage, in French. A French term of endearment):

Hope you and your families enjoyed your day of love as much as we did!

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tiggerprr note: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY! I hope you have a day filled with hugs and kisses! Go visit, my renter, Caylynn and tell her Happy V Day too!

Everytime I go out on the road here in Myrtle Beach, I feel like I am honestly placing my life in the hands of 1000 Rain Men who are “very good drivers”. Except that, Raymond Babbit would might have been a better driver if he were real. I’m out yesterday on my way to an appointment when some dumb chick barrells her car halfway out of the parking lot she’s coming out of into my path. Thank goodness there wasn’t anyone in the lane to the left, as I had to do a quick lane change in order not to hit her dumb ass. I glared at her…and you know what she did? She was laughing like she accidentally did something silly instead of endangering her own life and the life of someone else’s wife and mother.

I find it harder and harder everyday to think that all these advances we’re making to keep humans alive longer and safe from disease is always a good thing. Think what you want about Darwin’s Evolution Theory, “Survival of the Fittest” ensures that stupid animals don’t pollute the Animal Kingdom’s gene pools with more stupid animals wading in the shallow end for very long.

I always wish that I could Jeannie blink and take a downloadable mental picture of people that piss me off so I could rant with visual aids. Or so I could spontaneously capture something cute that the kiddo or the cats do. Ashlyn made a great face last night when we were talking about something that I would have loved to show you, but alas no…the moment was lost because I don’t have that super cool camera. If a super scientist is reading my blog and invents said embedded camera, I expect full credit and royalties. Just sayin’.

The cable internet people hosed my connection earlier and it was very slow…I was angry with them because they were being dumb too. But they fixed me, and I’m no longer pissed. So, they’re off the hook, for now.

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day…I have cards and a little something for Ken. But not a gift, gift. Why, you ask? Because he’s impossible to buy for. If he wants something…he gets it himself. For example, he showed me a Skagen watch that would be great for a Christmas gift a little bit before Christmas. About 3 or 4 weeks before Christmas, he found one he liked better on eBay and BOUGHT IT! If I wanted to buy him a tech gadget, because he is a tech gadgety sort of fella, I can’t…because I will inevitably purchase the “wrong” thing. So I’m totally paranoid. I can’t buy him clothes usually, because that man is worse than a woman when it comes to shopping. It sucks that he can think of awesome gifts to get me (sorry Daddy Forever) but I end up getting him just crap. I know it’s the thought that counts, but, dangit, I wanna be able to get him a gift that will make him feel all warm inside like my Coach purse did me. Or how a future pink Coach purse would make me all gaga. (Side note: my birthday is coming up, and I think the 39th birthday is the Coach Purse birthday.) I’d hoped to find a Wii, because wii would really like one. But no, the shopping gods and the illness gods conspired against me. Again. So, hrrrm.

I did however, find a cool present for Ashlyn.