We had a substitute instructor at Silver Sneakers today; our regular instructor is “going to Disneyland” for a week – with 3 kids in tow. Not for me, thanks.
Anyway, the sub basically works the same muscle groups, but she does different exercises and a lot more reps of everything. I’m pooped and already starting to feel sore; by tomorrow I am liable to be stiff as a board. If we had her all the time, we’d either be in awesome shape or dead.
The major problem with her is that she is too tall, too tan, too blond, too gorgeous and, worst of all, too nice. Other than that she is perfect.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Unfortunate Umbrella Incident
Yesterday was Memorial Day, and we gathered at Mamie’s for a barbeque. Good food, family, friends we hadn’t seen in a while – a very pleasant evening. Except for the wind. It was blowing hard enough that we had to hold onto our plates and food to keep them from being swept away. I vaguely remember, at some point, Mamie coming out and asking if it had gotten too windy for the umbrella. Someone replied that it had, so Mamie assumed that it had been taken down and put away and didn’t pursue it as she was involved in being the good hostess that she is.
This morning, she called me in tears. She had found the umbrella outside the patio wall, smashed up against the house with a broken rib. She had planned and saved to buy that umbrella last year and had taken such good care of it – taking it down and stowing in carefully in the garage whenever the wind or weather was iffy. She doesn’t have the money to replace it and is heartbroken at its loss.
Neither one of us was there when the umbrella flew off so we don't know how or what happened. Thus far, no one else has mentioned seeing it happen. Actually, the incident is not just unfortunate – it is devastating to her.
This morning, she called me in tears. She had found the umbrella outside the patio wall, smashed up against the house with a broken rib. She had planned and saved to buy that umbrella last year and had taken such good care of it – taking it down and stowing in carefully in the garage whenever the wind or weather was iffy. She doesn’t have the money to replace it and is heartbroken at its loss.
Neither one of us was there when the umbrella flew off so we don't know how or what happened. Thus far, no one else has mentioned seeing it happen. Actually, the incident is not just unfortunate – it is devastating to her.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Clueless, Lame-brained and Witless
We made it back home safely from Arizona. Although, I sometimes wondered if we would. We ran into rain for most of the trip there – mostly light to moderate, sometimes really heavy. Much of the time, visibility was limited and it was difficult, if not impossible, to see another vehicle until it was 15-20 feet away – and that’s when their lights were ON. I noticed that a lot of vehicles did not have their lights on, so I started keeping a loose kind of count and came up with about 1 out 4 without lights. Talk about clueless – made me wonder if they had even turned their windshield wipers on!
Except for the stretch south of Flagstaff, we were driving on 2-lane roads. Most of the route was slightly hilly to mountainous as we climbed to 8,000 feet north of the Grand Canyon and descended back down. So passing was tricky and chancy, although many areas had numerous, short passing lanes. The weather was clear on the home-bound trip and visibility was good. One lame-brained driver going the other way decided to pass about 3 vehicles when he didn’t have room to pass even 1. He was definitely bound for a head-on meeting with us, but GolfGuy slowed WAAAY down and pulled as far to the right as the narrow road and skinny shoulder allowed – one of the vehicles being passed also slowed. So lame-brain was able to squeeze back in safely, even though he did not appear to make any extra effort to avoid the really ugly mess he was about to cause.
Other drivers scare me witless.
Except for the stretch south of Flagstaff, we were driving on 2-lane roads. Most of the route was slightly hilly to mountainous as we climbed to 8,000 feet north of the Grand Canyon and descended back down. So passing was tricky and chancy, although many areas had numerous, short passing lanes. The weather was clear on the home-bound trip and visibility was good. One lame-brained driver going the other way decided to pass about 3 vehicles when he didn’t have room to pass even 1. He was definitely bound for a head-on meeting with us, but GolfGuy slowed WAAAY down and pulled as far to the right as the narrow road and skinny shoulder allowed – one of the vehicles being passed also slowed. So lame-brain was able to squeeze back in safely, even though he did not appear to make any extra effort to avoid the really ugly mess he was about to cause.
Other drivers scare me witless.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Baby Quail
Had my first actual sighting of this year's crop of baby quail just now. There appears to be 5 of them - the brood usually starts out with 10+. They are just past true puff ball stage and getting little stripes on their backs, which will go away as they mature.
The grass in the backyard is kinda long right now (GolfGuy's been slacking), and they were having trouble navigating. They kept hopping up to spot Mom and Dad and get a fix on where to go. Later, I will have to go out and spread a good supply of bird chow on the ground and get the water dishes down.
Pudge is the one who alerted me to their presence - she had her nose pressed up against the sliding glass door, staring intently at them. Yesterday, it was a fat lizard that caught her attention. She seems to be pretty blase about the finches and doves - same old same old.
Spring is now complete.
The grass in the backyard is kinda long right now (GolfGuy's been slacking), and they were having trouble navigating. They kept hopping up to spot Mom and Dad and get a fix on where to go. Later, I will have to go out and spread a good supply of bird chow on the ground and get the water dishes down.
Pudge is the one who alerted me to their presence - she had her nose pressed up against the sliding glass door, staring intently at them. Yesterday, it was a fat lizard that caught her attention. She seems to be pretty blase about the finches and doves - same old same old.
Spring is now complete.
DWTS, Yawn...
The overall best dancer did not win last night. Actually, he lost it - mostly due to his free style dance on Monday which sucked big time. Cheryl should be shot for her lousy choreography - too much smarm and not enough dance.
I am not a fan of GMW, but must admit she did the best job of performing the final two nights. Notice I said performing, not dancing.
The whole show was obnoxious and boring to the extreme - 1 hour, not 2, would have been OK. That "roast" bit by the so-called comedian was demeaning to all involved and insulting to the audience.
I was really upset when the final result was announced. But after reading the blogs and comments this morning, I can put it in better perspective. I thought I was obsessed and opinionated, but some of those people are positively RABID. Time to move on people - me too.
But why do I keep having the thought that GMW reminds me of a female Emmett Smith?
I am not a fan of GMW, but must admit she did the best job of performing the final two nights. Notice I said performing, not dancing.
The whole show was obnoxious and boring to the extreme - 1 hour, not 2, would have been OK. That "roast" bit by the so-called comedian was demeaning to all involved and insulting to the audience.
I was really upset when the final result was announced. But after reading the blogs and comments this morning, I can put it in better perspective. I thought I was obsessed and opinionated, but some of those people are positively RABID. Time to move on people - me too.
But why do I keep having the thought that GMW reminds me of a female Emmett Smith?
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
MNF
Yeah! Tony Kornass is OFF Monday Night Football. He says it was his choice - his "fear of flying" was just too much. I don't really care why; I'm just glad he is gone. We thought anyone would be better than Dennis Miller; boy, were we wrong.
Jon Gruden will be taking over the spot. Gruden is kind of a smug little snot (my opinion) so it remains to be seen how he comes across - Aug. 13th is his launch date.
MNF is once again safe to watch - at least unless Gruden proves differently.
Jon Gruden will be taking over the spot. Gruden is kind of a smug little snot (my opinion) so it remains to be seen how he comes across - Aug. 13th is his launch date.
MNF is once again safe to watch - at least unless Gruden proves differently.
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Good News, Bad News
The good news is that our President has FINALLY chosen someone for a high government position who is actually qualified for that post. Not a sleaze. Not a slime-ball. Not a tax cheater. Not a lobbyist. Not a recycled political hack with convenient memory lapses. But a morally upright and honest man who is open-minded and wide-thinking. Utah’s Governor Jon Huntsman, Jr., is eminently and uniquely qualified to be the U.S. Ambassador to China.
The bad news is that the President has chosen Gov. Huntsman to be the U.S. Ambassador to China. When he steps down, it will be a tremendous loss to the state of Utah. He has been governor for ALL of the people of Utah, not just the members of the dominant church (of which he is one). He has stayed true to his beliefs but has not been dominated by the church leaders. He has helped the state move forward and begin to adapt not only to the changing demographics of the state, but to move more in line with the rest of the country. The state legislature has not always agreed with him, but he has held steady with his positions when he believes that is what is best in the long run – he doesn’t swerve based on the latest polls.
The “political pundits” in the papers this morning were opining that Huntsman is positioning himself for a presidential bid in 2016. I don’t know anything about that. I do know this – the country’s gain is Utah’s loss.
The bad news is that the President has chosen Gov. Huntsman to be the U.S. Ambassador to China. When he steps down, it will be a tremendous loss to the state of Utah. He has been governor for ALL of the people of Utah, not just the members of the dominant church (of which he is one). He has stayed true to his beliefs but has not been dominated by the church leaders. He has helped the state move forward and begin to adapt not only to the changing demographics of the state, but to move more in line with the rest of the country. The state legislature has not always agreed with him, but he has held steady with his positions when he believes that is what is best in the long run – he doesn’t swerve based on the latest polls.
The “political pundits” in the papers this morning were opining that Huntsman is positioning himself for a presidential bid in 2016. I don’t know anything about that. I do know this – the country’s gain is Utah’s loss.
Friday, May 15, 2009
To Facebook or Not...
I think NOT – at least at this point. I have thought about it for some time but could never quite take the leap; it was hard enough for me to tip-toe into the blogworld. Mamie and the Igors are into Facebook big time – currently being obsessed with something about a farm on Facebook (Mamie hasn’t posted anything new on her blog since Easter and that was a cartoon, not even writing).
There are reasons for joining Facebook, BUT they are countered by reasons for not joining.
I could potentially make contact with people from my past that I haven’t seen or heard from in years. BUT, I’m not sure I want to make contact with some of these people – there are reasons why they are “past”. Also, I have read of instances where someone really shredded another person for some past transgression, real or imaginary, that occurred in high school or even junior high. Some people just never manage to mature. I don’t need that – I’m trying to eliminate “mean” from my life, not open myself up to insult or vitriol.
I could keep up better with what is going on in my children’s lives and minds. BUT, I would feel like a peeping tom; somehow it feels intrusive – like I would be trying to invade their world. I think I would feel better about myself just trying to do a better job of maintaining some sort of actual contact with them. I don’t HAVE to know every little detail of their lives.
Other people could keep up with what is going on in my life. BUT, who would care? And if they do, they can read my blog, or email me, or send an actual letter, or dial a phone. There are many choices of communication – Facebook and/or Twitter are not necessities.
OK, I think I’m out of reasons FOR, but I still have reasons NOT.
Sometime ago, Mamie informed me with absolute horror in her voice that the mother of one of her high school friends now had her own Facebook page. She appeared to believe that there was something really awful about a woman “her age” joining in on a young people’s “thing”. She then asked me to please, please NEVER have my own Facebook page. I haven’t forgotten that.
I am more comfortable being “under the radar” – writing the blog is as far up as I want to stick my head.
Finally, how humiliating would it be if no one wanted to be my friend (close family members don’t count – they would probably feel obligated anyway)?
So, NOT to join it is.
There are reasons for joining Facebook, BUT they are countered by reasons for not joining.
I could potentially make contact with people from my past that I haven’t seen or heard from in years. BUT, I’m not sure I want to make contact with some of these people – there are reasons why they are “past”. Also, I have read of instances where someone really shredded another person for some past transgression, real or imaginary, that occurred in high school or even junior high. Some people just never manage to mature. I don’t need that – I’m trying to eliminate “mean” from my life, not open myself up to insult or vitriol.
I could keep up better with what is going on in my children’s lives and minds. BUT, I would feel like a peeping tom; somehow it feels intrusive – like I would be trying to invade their world. I think I would feel better about myself just trying to do a better job of maintaining some sort of actual contact with them. I don’t HAVE to know every little detail of their lives.
Other people could keep up with what is going on in my life. BUT, who would care? And if they do, they can read my blog, or email me, or send an actual letter, or dial a phone. There are many choices of communication – Facebook and/or Twitter are not necessities.
OK, I think I’m out of reasons FOR, but I still have reasons NOT.
Sometime ago, Mamie informed me with absolute horror in her voice that the mother of one of her high school friends now had her own Facebook page. She appeared to believe that there was something really awful about a woman “her age” joining in on a young people’s “thing”. She then asked me to please, please NEVER have my own Facebook page. I haven’t forgotten that.
I am more comfortable being “under the radar” – writing the blog is as far up as I want to stick my head.
Finally, how humiliating would it be if no one wanted to be my friend (close family members don’t count – they would probably feel obligated anyway)?
So, NOT to join it is.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Twist'ems
You know those little plastic-covered wire ties used to keep bread bags and other such things closed? Pudge, the "young" cat, LOVES them. If she has one, she can entertain herself for hours - batting it about, wrestling with it, picking it up in her mouth to carry to some other better location (frequently, the water bowl). But we have observed that if more than 1 or 2 are available, she's just not that interested in them - too much to deal with, perhaps.
She does lose them - under the white chest in the living room, under the stove or refrigerator, under recliners, under the sofa, etc. - but if she gets them in the pantry or front closet, she has learned to open those doors so she can retrieve them. Which is why we have been finding them open in the morning - she was looking for her twist'ems.
GolfGuy found a bunch this afternoon. We have decided to take the carpet cleaner into the fixit shop for repair (the carpet is approaching nasty state), and he went to the front closet where it lives with the vacuum cleaner to get it and load it in the belovedRav4 for the trip to the BigTown tomorrow. Later he showed me what he found under the carpet cleaner - a HUGE handful of Pudge's twist'ems. She KNEW they were in there, that's why she keeps opening the door, but she hates both the carpet cleaner and the vacuum and won't get close enough to either to try to fish out her toys. GolfGuy gave her one (the one she had been playing with is currently residing in the water bowl and she usually doesn't fish them out of there); the others went into the drawer where we store "her" twist'ems, to be doled out as needed. Believe me, she knows where they are and WILL let us know when she thinks she needs one.
She does lose them - under the white chest in the living room, under the stove or refrigerator, under recliners, under the sofa, etc. - but if she gets them in the pantry or front closet, she has learned to open those doors so she can retrieve them. Which is why we have been finding them open in the morning - she was looking for her twist'ems.
GolfGuy found a bunch this afternoon. We have decided to take the carpet cleaner into the fixit shop for repair (the carpet is approaching nasty state), and he went to the front closet where it lives with the vacuum cleaner to get it and load it in the belovedRav4 for the trip to the BigTown tomorrow. Later he showed me what he found under the carpet cleaner - a HUGE handful of Pudge's twist'ems. She KNEW they were in there, that's why she keeps opening the door, but she hates both the carpet cleaner and the vacuum and won't get close enough to either to try to fish out her toys. GolfGuy gave her one (the one she had been playing with is currently residing in the water bowl and she usually doesn't fish them out of there); the others went into the drawer where we store "her" twist'ems, to be doled out as needed. Believe me, she knows where they are and WILL let us know when she thinks she needs one.
Company
Company is fine. Company is good. I like having company. What I don’t like is all the bustling about getting ready for company, the extra work while they are here, and the putting away and catching up after they leave. Lest anyone feel unwelcome, let me just point out that I am still fighting fatigue issues and I get plain worn out quickly, to the point that I can hardly enjoy the company. GolfGuy fussed at me preceding the last company’s arrival, saying I was being too ambitious in my plans. I thought I had things under control – after all, dinner was to be at Mamie’s one night – and the other 2 dinners were menus I had done frequently and were fairly simple. But I also had a plan B lurking in my mind – not making lemon cream pies for the last dinner, just using the leftover Peaches ‘N Cream cake and Chocolate Pound cake with strawberries from the previous 2 dinners. Which is what we did, and it worked out fine. Although Mamie claims that I owe them lemon cream pie.
I did have lots of help, of course. Bubby and Pi are of an age to be really useful for setting and clearing the table, and they do a nice job of it. Igor is a wonder at rinsing dishes and getting them into the dishwasher – neatly stacking up what won’t fit. Mamie, Mrs. Igor, and GrandmaT all help with fetching and carrying as needed. GolfGuy cooked the chicken breasts and served them, so we all had a part in seeing that people got fed.
Nonetheless, here it is Wednesday, and I am just now getting the last chair put back in place and the last of the extra dishes stowed away. Next week I have to pull myself together enough for a visit to Arizona and the convening of the remainder of GolfGuy’s siblings (just 3 brothers and him out of the original 8 – getting old means losses). And I am eagerly looking forward to June and a visit from an old friend (she’s not old – it’s just been a long time). Her visit will be a quick stop – not nearly long enough – so the fatigue issue should not be a problem (I’d just ignore it anyway).
I did have lots of help, of course. Bubby and Pi are of an age to be really useful for setting and clearing the table, and they do a nice job of it. Igor is a wonder at rinsing dishes and getting them into the dishwasher – neatly stacking up what won’t fit. Mamie, Mrs. Igor, and GrandmaT all help with fetching and carrying as needed. GolfGuy cooked the chicken breasts and served them, so we all had a part in seeing that people got fed.
Nonetheless, here it is Wednesday, and I am just now getting the last chair put back in place and the last of the extra dishes stowed away. Next week I have to pull myself together enough for a visit to Arizona and the convening of the remainder of GolfGuy’s siblings (just 3 brothers and him out of the original 8 – getting old means losses). And I am eagerly looking forward to June and a visit from an old friend (she’s not old – it’s just been a long time). Her visit will be a quick stop – not nearly long enough – so the fatigue issue should not be a problem (I’d just ignore it anyway).
DWTS, semi-finals
Finally we are down to the final 3 - who, by the way, are the 3 I picked from the start. No surprise that CuteCowboy is gone - as likeable as he is, he just is not that good as a dancer. The judges are REALLY stuck on the GMW - I just don't see it, but that's me. The Cheerleader gets no respect from the judges - or at least not as much as she is due as she is head and shoulders above GMW (I almost called her Miss ChunkyLegs, but that would be mean). The only surprise next week would be if YummoG doesn't win. I'm not holding my breath in anticipation, and you shouldn't either.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
How strong IS Mrs. Igor?
BigSis and her husband, LawyerGuy, were just here for a 3-day visit, and most of last week was spent in preparing for that visit. GolfGuy was helping me out by vacuuming, and it brought to mind the incident of several years ago when he first took over that tedious chore.
Mrs. Igor and I were helping Mamie clean the rented townhome she was vacating. I was standing on the kitchen counter, wiping out the top cupboard shelves, when I decided to move on to another section. Being somewhat coordination-challenged, I missed the transition to the stepladder and plummeted to the floor – doing some serious damage to my right arm.
For some months afterwards I had limited use of the arm, so GolfGuy took over the vacuuming and mirror cleaning duties, which he continues doing to this day.
The image that stands out in my mind is that of Mrs. Igor LEAPING out from behind the ‘fridge where she was cleaning and literally THROWING that thing back to the wall so she could get to me. The girl IS strong, but come on!
Mrs. Igor and I were helping Mamie clean the rented townhome she was vacating. I was standing on the kitchen counter, wiping out the top cupboard shelves, when I decided to move on to another section. Being somewhat coordination-challenged, I missed the transition to the stepladder and plummeted to the floor – doing some serious damage to my right arm.
For some months afterwards I had limited use of the arm, so GolfGuy took over the vacuuming and mirror cleaning duties, which he continues doing to this day.
The image that stands out in my mind is that of Mrs. Igor LEAPING out from behind the ‘fridge where she was cleaning and literally THROWING that thing back to the wall so she could get to me. The girl IS strong, but come on!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Meet Max
The Igor family has a new member. On Saturday, they drove to a not-so nearby Boxer rescue farm to meet Max, a 2 year old brindle male who had just been brought to the farm that week. Not only did the 4 people-type Igor family members go, but they took Roxy as it was important to make sure that all involved would get along. The meeting apparently went well because they returned home that afternoon with Max.
That evening we were all gathered at Mamie’s. Igor left to “check on the dogs” and soon returned with both dogs. Max is a nice looking boy and seemed very calm in the circumstances. Max had had a traumatic week himself – separation from his family who had to give him up due to job loss and a move to another state, a stay at a strange place, and a long car trip with unknown people and dog. Igor was keeping Max and Roxy on the outside of the front patio gate to avoid any possible problems. The only incident occurred when Max decided he needed to check out Molly and Scout, Mamie's dogs, more up close and personal and vaulted the patio gate – not once, but twice. He wasn’t hostile, just curious at that point.
Max and Roxy did get into a bit of a tiff over a donut on Sunday, but evidently not too seriously. Later in the back yard, he treed Jo the cat when she had the bad sense to parade under his nose. She spent about 5 hours high in the tree before she made her way down far enough that Igor could get a ladder close enough to extricate her. Max and Roxy tiffed again briefly during that time – Mrs. Igor thinks Roxy was protecting Jo in the tree. At the vet’s this morning, he also managed to slip both his collar and the cone-collar the vet had just put on him to chase a cat. He couldn’t get much traction on the slippery floor and so didn’t get far in his pursuit.
Other than these minor incidents, he seems to be settling in. He has spent the last 2 nights in Pi’s room – occasionally checking on other family members before returning to his bed. He does need some work on manners, although he does walk quite nicely on leash and will stand still when told, but “sit” is not yet in his repertoire.
He does not exude the joy of life that flowed so freely from Rusty – BUT he is not Rusty and should not be compared to him. He will find his own way and place in the fabric of the Igor family life, and that is how it should be.
That evening we were all gathered at Mamie’s. Igor left to “check on the dogs” and soon returned with both dogs. Max is a nice looking boy and seemed very calm in the circumstances. Max had had a traumatic week himself – separation from his family who had to give him up due to job loss and a move to another state, a stay at a strange place, and a long car trip with unknown people and dog. Igor was keeping Max and Roxy on the outside of the front patio gate to avoid any possible problems. The only incident occurred when Max decided he needed to check out Molly and Scout, Mamie's dogs, more up close and personal and vaulted the patio gate – not once, but twice. He wasn’t hostile, just curious at that point.
Max and Roxy did get into a bit of a tiff over a donut on Sunday, but evidently not too seriously. Later in the back yard, he treed Jo the cat when she had the bad sense to parade under his nose. She spent about 5 hours high in the tree before she made her way down far enough that Igor could get a ladder close enough to extricate her. Max and Roxy tiffed again briefly during that time – Mrs. Igor thinks Roxy was protecting Jo in the tree. At the vet’s this morning, he also managed to slip both his collar and the cone-collar the vet had just put on him to chase a cat. He couldn’t get much traction on the slippery floor and so didn’t get far in his pursuit.
Other than these minor incidents, he seems to be settling in. He has spent the last 2 nights in Pi’s room – occasionally checking on other family members before returning to his bed. He does need some work on manners, although he does walk quite nicely on leash and will stand still when told, but “sit” is not yet in his repertoire.
He does not exude the joy of life that flowed so freely from Rusty – BUT he is not Rusty and should not be compared to him. He will find his own way and place in the fabric of the Igor family life, and that is how it should be.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
DWTS Results
Boy, did I call that wrong! I am still shaking my head in wonder after reading that the Rapper was the one kicked off last night. Her fans must have all been out on the streets, doing their thing, and didn't bother to vote for her. She certainly is a better dancer than CuteCowboy.
I can't even begin to guess who will make the finals now. I guess that's "why they play the game".
I can't even begin to guess who will make the finals now. I guess that's "why they play the game".
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sad Day
Yesterday was a sad day for the Igor family. They had to say good-bye to their beloved boxer, Rusty. For over ten years, he was an important part of the family – most of the family photos have Rusty in them somewhere. In later years, his earlier transgressions such as chewing the siding off the house and chomping through the cable TV line were mostly forgiven and laughed at. He tolerated, perhaps even enjoyed, toddler Bubby’s and toddler Pi’s pounding, tugging, yanking and overly enthusiastic hugging.
Rusty was a handsome fellow with a wonderful brindle and white color, lively manner and engaging personality. He loved people and welcomed everyone with great delight, sure they came just to see him. He especially loved his family and shared everything with them – furniture, bed, food (which often disagreed with him and resulted in HUGE disgusting, smelly piles) – even to the point of joining in on the fun on the trampoline or splashing in the wading pool.
Several years ago, Rusty assumed an additional, very important task. The Igor family acquired a female boxer who came from an almost abusive situation. Roxie is deaf – stone cold deaf. Rusty was her mentor and guide, acting as her ears and alert system, teaching her the ways of the family and of life. She has been lost and bewildered since he left without her, pasting herself to Mrs. Igor’s side, trying to understand what has happened.
We all knew this day was coming sooner or later; but, of course, it happened too soon, much too soon. No matter how much you think you have prepared yourself, the reality is a terrible blow. We grieve for the Igor family and the huge hole in their lives. Go in peace, Rusty; we will miss you.
Rusty was a handsome fellow with a wonderful brindle and white color, lively manner and engaging personality. He loved people and welcomed everyone with great delight, sure they came just to see him. He especially loved his family and shared everything with them – furniture, bed, food (which often disagreed with him and resulted in HUGE disgusting, smelly piles) – even to the point of joining in on the fun on the trampoline or splashing in the wading pool.
Several years ago, Rusty assumed an additional, very important task. The Igor family acquired a female boxer who came from an almost abusive situation. Roxie is deaf – stone cold deaf. Rusty was her mentor and guide, acting as her ears and alert system, teaching her the ways of the family and of life. She has been lost and bewildered since he left without her, pasting herself to Mrs. Igor’s side, trying to understand what has happened.
We all knew this day was coming sooner or later; but, of course, it happened too soon, much too soon. No matter how much you think you have prepared yourself, the reality is a terrible blow. We grieve for the Igor family and the huge hole in their lives. Go in peace, Rusty; we will miss you.
DWTS, Quick Hit
Seems like every week there is one surprising knock-your-socks-off dance. This week it was the Cheerleader's Samba. Her waltz was lovely, but her samba really commanded attention. The major surprise was that she managed to move so well in light of the rib injury the week before.
Sadly, it is time for CuteCowboy to hit the trail. He has worked so hard and so sincerely, but he is over his head here and has never managed to lose that deer-in-the-headlights look.
Sadly, it is time for CuteCowboy to hit the trail. He has worked so hard and so sincerely, but he is over his head here and has never managed to lose that deer-in-the-headlights look.
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