It's the Thought that Counts.

When someone gives a card and no gift to someone for some occasion, they often apologize for not giving a gift. The person receiving the card will usually say, "That's Okay. It's the thought that counts." I do agree that in such a case, it is the thought that counts. I have taken to using this phrase on other occasions and it has been pretty funny because it does not really work.

My mom came to visit me just the other day and I told her I was craving English Toffee. I said this because I knew she had made some and I was hoping that she brought some over for us. She said, "I thought of bringing you some and I had some ready to bring but somehow I got out the door without it. I'm Sorry." So of course, I said, "That's Okay. It's the thought that counts." I then pretended like I was eating the invisible Toffee and really enjoying. It really did not taste like English Toffee though, so I don't think the thought counted.

I was talking to a friend about Christmas Cards and she had commented that she had thought about sending out Christmas Cards but decided that it was just too much work. Again, I said, "That's Okay. It's the thought that counts." In reality, her other friends might be wondering what her year was like and what she might want to share at Christmas with them. Unless her other friends have mental telepathy, the thought really did not count.

Well, I want you to know, I have thought all year about eating healthier and exercising and have discovered that the thought really must not count or I would be a few sizes smaller. :) I thought you should know and since the thought does not really count, I am sharing it on my blog so that you know what my thought really is. :)

A Dog's Life

This is not LeAnna writing this blog, just so you know. This is her dog Lorenzo.

My mommy gets the opportunity to express herself on her blog but my mom won't let me get my own blog. She said it would just be trouble. I suppose she is right, especially after what happened with my facebook page. My parents are still getting e-mails for me from Phee Phee and Sophie. Can I help it if the babes love me?

Anyway, I am writing this blog to explain to you how Ruff my life is. Please excuse any spelling errors, as it is quite difficult to type with paws. Wednesday was my mom's day off and she got up and went to work. Hello, Mom! It's Christmas Eve and you just leave me at home with Dad? It is just not right. Then on Christmas Day, my mom put these silly pajamas on me and took pictures of me. I shall not include the pictures as they are far too embarrassing but I am sure once my mom sees this blog, she will probably add at least one picture.

Sometimes, I do not think that my parents understand that I am a Dog. My mom will be petting me and she will kiss me on the forehead and then she will say to me, "You smell like a dog." Hello, Mom! Newsflash... I am a Dog. And now with the whole pajama thing. Hello, parents! I don't think that dogs are supposed to wear pajamas. Then, this morning, my mom was leaving for work and she asked me to loan her my fur coat. Does she not realize that I cannot take it off? Plus, she has her own coat. Yikes, have you any idea how frustrating this all is. They do not even know how to speak dog so explaining things to them does no good.

Umbilicus

As a Nurse in the Operating Room, I have the opportunity to prepare patients for surgery. I am constantly amazed at the number of people who neglect their belly buttons. Please, I beg of you, clean your belly button regularly. After the patient is asleep, we scrub the surgical site and surrounding area. Many surgeries these days are done by laparoscopic surgery. We use soapy cotton swabs to scrub the umbilicus. I have pulled the most disgusting things out of people's belly buttons. Sometimes, no matter how hard we scrub with those cotton swabs, we cannot get everything out and the surgeon ends up having to do additional cleaning. One such case recently stands out in my mind. The doctor had to use forceps to get everything out of the belly button. WOW! The thing the doctor pulled out of this person's belly button was about as large as a kidney bean and as hard as a rock. I have no idea how long all that had been building up. Yuck! Not much makes me nauseous, but this did. Please clean your belly button, teach your children to clean their belly buttons, and tell your friends to clean their belly buttons. Just think of the Umbilicus as the body's Black Hole. Missing the remote? Might check your belly button. :)

Nap Time

I actually took the time to curl up in bed and take a nap today. Steven had been asleep also, so he came in to bed to take a nap as well. Our dog, Lorenzo, must have felt left out because he jumped up on the bed and took a bit of a nap with us. It was very nice. Just the three of us. Not a care in the world. It was wonderful! I highly recommend... Nap Time!

Bicycle

I was talking with a friend the other day and we got onto the topic of bicycles. I told her how much I love to ride a bicycle. It has been a long time now since I have ridden a bicycle but I doubt that I will ever forget how it felt. There is something so wonderful about riding a bicycle. Freedom. The breeze through my hair. It is something I have loved even from the time I was young. My friend and I even got to talking about our first bike. Hers was purple and had a Banana Seat. Mine was Red and had a Basket and a Banana Seat. I loved that bike. I went many places on my bike... real places and imaginary places. I remember riding my bike to friends houses, to school, and to the Circle K. I also remember riding my bike in the concrete ditches by my house. That was a blast! I could ride up one side and down and then up the other side and down. Way FUN! I loved that. Above is a picture of me on my first day of first grade with my bike. I think I must have really liked the color red at that age.... my bike was red, my shoes were red, and my backpack was red. Interesting.

Lorenzo, Flirting with Danger

There is a 4 foot high wall that wraps around our back yard. It comes to about 6 inches away from our apartment wall. Nearly every day when our dog Lorenzo goes outside, he tries to squeeze his 65 pound body through that 6 inch gap. Last evening, his persistence with this was intriguing to us. Once he started barking, we knew he must have found something. I went out back to find that there was a white cat less than a foot away from his nose. This cat did not even seem afraid. She was ready to do battle with Lorenzo. I tried to pull him back but the more I pulled, the more he pushed. The cat scratched him three times on his nose and he still did not want to back down. I finally wrangled him into the apartment and he was so proud of himself. We left the blinds open so that he could see that the cat was not going to come into our yard. What were we thinking? That cat slowly crept through that gap into our yard and I thought that he was going to lunge through the glass door at her. She finally crept away and about an hour later, Lorenzo calmed down enough that he could go to sleep. This morning, he tried to get sympathy from me for the scratches on his nose, but; quite frankly, he was barking up the wrong tree. :)

Me? Blog?

Okay. Here I am trying to figure out this whole Blog thing. I was so proud of myself when I finally got a MySpace Page and a Facebook Page. Then, I hear everyone talking about this whole Blog business. Me? Blog? Who would want to read my ramblings and rantings? Well, I guess we will soon find out.