Germans and Strays

This past week-end Kent and I, along with multiple friends, travelled to Leavenworth to celebrate a friends 40th birthday. I was nervous about going as I have a total snoring problem and I never know what the sleeping situation is. Thank God my husband can tolerate my "heavy breathing". We got out of Seattle late and I kept thinking, shit, is this going to be like the Real World where we are all scrambling for a room? It was a bit, but there was a lovely futon with our name all over it. At least it was in a private room, AKA the mud room, but I'm not going to complain.

Leavenworth is the most bizarre little town. The snow was barely on the ground, so luckily we had no problems with the road.



We all chilled out, wore wigs, had dance party USA and celebrated to our hearts content.



Becs...the birthday girl!


Becs little girl Adia with Kent and I!

That first evening we were there a stray dog was found and suddenly, our party included our new dog Chelsey/Scout. Through some serious investigating we discovered through the microchip that some A**hole dumped their dog in Leavenworth and moved away. When we got a hold of the owner she totally lied and then told us to have the Vet remove her name. So now Chelsey/Scout (couldn't figure out what to name her) is living in Seattle with our friends Trever and Colleen and looking for a home. She was an awesome dog and I know they will find her somewhere to live soon.

My sciatica is totally still acting up. I sat last night having my weekly acupuncture appointment and I just felt bummed about my body. I think it is the fact I am 51 days now without my lady business that is making me just annoyed all together with this body. Tomorrow I am going in for an ultrasound so hopefully the magic wand can figure out what is going on.

Kent and I leave on Thursday for Palm Springs and I couldn't be more excited. We've been going like mad lately and having a really hard time with our cat Stoney, who is really taking a turn for the worse. We are probably going to have to put him to sleep next week and it is just killing me. He has kidney failure and we are doing everything we can, but I think the unfortunate time has come. Stoney has been Kent's buddy for 16 years. It makes me cry to just think about how many homes they have moved around too as a team. One of my favorite cards Kent gave me was one that invited me to move in with him and Stoney and the fact that Kent had a talking with his cat and that Stoney understood he was now #2, I was #1. Sounds freaky, but it was totally sweet. Look at this twosome...love them both!