Butch Giles, born February 18, 1990, passed away May 9, 2009 at 11:15 a.m. At the time of his death he was a shadow of his former self, but still very loved.
He will be remembered for how he loved to run through the house, bounce off the bed, run into the TV room, jump onto the couch and then start all over again for as long as we would clap for him and yell "Go, Go, Go!". We will always remember when we entered a room he would grab a sock from the floor and act like he was going to take it. We will remember how he "hid" his food in our shoes, in the corners of all the rooms of our house and how he buried his bones in our house plants. We will remember how he didn't like the white pieces of dog food and would spit them out all over the kitchen floor, eating only his favorite pieces. We will remember how he would play with his brother, Moose, rough and tumble (just like all brothers). We will also remember Butch "taking care" of us when we were sick, riding with us in the car, and sleeping with us in our beds. He loved his doggy treats, his bed (complete with a hand-made quilt) by the couch, and to look out the window. He also loved his family and we loved him back.
He was preceded in death by his brother, Moose. He is survived by his family who will miss him dearly.
A private graveside service was held in the Giles backyard.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
How Time Flies ...
The last time I posted was a month ago. We have had much happening in our home since then. Here's a few updates:
1. Our sweet Butch (our four-legged child) turned 19 on February 18. We don't know if that's really the day he was born, but we've always "celebrated" his birthday on that day. Can you believe a dog could live for 19 years? Come to think of it, he's not really living in the true sense of the word. He goes to the bathroom on our deck (it's a poop deck), he sleeps all day and night, and he can only walk on three legs at one time (not always the same three). Every morning we check to see if he is still breathing. I don't know what we'll do when he decides to "walk towards the light". I tell him almost everyday that it's okay if he needs to leave us. Okay, I'm starting to cry. Let's move on.
2. MOMD had a colonoscopy! That was fun. You do stuff like that when you're 50. He was pretty cranky before his test but he did just fine. When the doctor showed me the pictures taken during the test (of his colon, not him lying exposed in all his glory on the exam table!) I was surprised to see that he wasn't full of sh*t as I had always thought. :)
Add on after the post: When I spellchecked this post, the word COLONOSCOPY came up as incorrectly spelled and suggested I replace it with KALEIDOSCOPE. Now THAT would have been fun!
3. We went to the Draper Temple open house. A fun time was had by all. I loved it!
4. I ran into the pole of our carport with the car. Good times! #%&@#
5. We have ALL been sick. We've had the crud that's going around and someone at our house has been coughing and whining since Christmas. Earlier this week, I told my family I had lost the will to live. I think I have regained the will to live so I guess I'm getting better.
6. I have had two mammograms in the last two weeks. My boobs look like beaver tails, but I'll be fine.
All in all, we're (relatively) healthy and always happy!
1. Our sweet Butch (our four-legged child) turned 19 on February 18. We don't know if that's really the day he was born, but we've always "celebrated" his birthday on that day. Can you believe a dog could live for 19 years? Come to think of it, he's not really living in the true sense of the word. He goes to the bathroom on our deck (it's a poop deck), he sleeps all day and night, and he can only walk on three legs at one time (not always the same three). Every morning we check to see if he is still breathing. I don't know what we'll do when he decides to "walk towards the light". I tell him almost everyday that it's okay if he needs to leave us. Okay, I'm starting to cry. Let's move on.
2. MOMD had a colonoscopy! That was fun. You do stuff like that when you're 50. He was pretty cranky before his test but he did just fine. When the doctor showed me the pictures taken during the test (of his colon, not him lying exposed in all his glory on the exam table!) I was surprised to see that he wasn't full of sh*t as I had always thought. :)
Add on after the post: When I spellchecked this post, the word COLONOSCOPY came up as incorrectly spelled and suggested I replace it with KALEIDOSCOPE. Now THAT would have been fun!
3. We went to the Draper Temple open house. A fun time was had by all. I loved it!
4. I ran into the pole of our carport with the car. Good times! #%&@#
5. We have ALL been sick. We've had the crud that's going around and someone at our house has been coughing and whining since Christmas. Earlier this week, I told my family I had lost the will to live. I think I have regained the will to live so I guess I'm getting better.
6. I have had two mammograms in the last two weeks. My boobs look like beaver tails, but I'll be fine.
All in all, we're (relatively) healthy and always happy!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A Visit to the Doctor
On Monday MOMD and I had eye appointments. This was not our first time to the eye doctor. I have worn glasses for years and he has had his eyes checked for years. I thought reading an eye chart was a pretty simple task (if you could see the chart). When MOMD was asked to read the chart he started reading it from right to left INSTEAD of left to right! (Maybe he thought he was Chinese or maybe he was momentarily dyslexic.) This is what it was like. If the chart said:
he read it as:
What??? Are you kidding me? He did this THREE TIMES with two different doctors. The first doctor told him to "start at the other end" so he did, but then read it backwards again a few minutes later. When the second doctor came in and MOMD started reading it backwards I called him retarded.
I asked him later why he did that and he said he didn't know ... he was just reading the letters he could see.
Afterwards I started worrying that he had a tumor or some medical condition and he couldn't differentiate which end of the line to read from. I asked him and he said he didn't have anything wrong. My question is this -- if he did, would he know?
He's a weirdo, but I love him. (I'll just have to help him study prior to his next eye exam.)
F S T Z O
he read it as:
O Z T S F
What??? Are you kidding me? He did this THREE TIMES with two different doctors. The first doctor told him to "start at the other end" so he did, but then read it backwards again a few minutes later. When the second doctor came in and MOMD started reading it backwards I called him retarded.
I asked him later why he did that and he said he didn't know ... he was just reading the letters he could see.
Afterwards I started worrying that he had a tumor or some medical condition and he couldn't differentiate which end of the line to read from. I asked him and he said he didn't have anything wrong. My question is this -- if he did, would he know?
He's a weirdo, but I love him. (I'll just have to help him study prior to his next eye exam.)
Sunday, January 25, 2009
A New Hobby(?)
So last year I kept toying with the idea of learning to quilt. Why, you may ask, when I have a closet full of scrapbook supplies that are not getting used, another closet full of yarn and knitting needles, and a basement full of various unfinished Relief Society projects? The answer to that question is: I'm looking for that perfect hobby ... or I just like to buy supplies (I haven't decided which is the correct answer, although I'm leaning heavily to the supplies side). Anyway, follow me, if you will, on my journey to quilting nirvana.
I mentioned multiple times throughout the year to MOMD that I'd like to learn to quilt. He bought me a gift certificate to a quilt store for Christmas (pretty thoughtful, huh?). Anyway, I went to the quilting store a few weeks ago. I told them my situation - I don't know how to quilt, I don't know how to sew, where do I start? The sweet little angel clerks told me I'd come to the right place. I needed to start with "Beginning Rotary Cutting". I'm off and running! (I Am Woman - Hear Me Roar!) I sign up for the $15 class with high hopes and visions of quilt wall hangings, quilts to pass on for generations, and somewhere in the back of my mind I'm thinking of becoming Amish.
I took my supply list and left those angel quilters. As I am leaving the store I glanced at my list. Of course I need a rotary cutter. I can handle that. A mat to cut on and a special ruler - no problem. Four different types of material (one light, one dark, one medium, and one to just practice cutting on) - I'm on board. One sewing machine ... RRRRKKK! (That's the sound of brakes slamming.) What the ...? I DON'T have a sewing machine! I don't sew! (Don't even ask me what I was thinking.)
I was actually thinking about buying a sewing machine for this stupid $15 class. I called the quilt store and said, "I need to buy a machine for this (stupid) class but I don't want to spend very much money because I DON'T SEW and WHAT IF I HATE IT? Suddenly (before my very ears) the angel clerk turned into some cackling witch. She told me that I would not be able to LEARN to quilt on a machine that was less than amazing and she began to rattle off all the features I would need on that wonder machine. Then she told me not to buy any fabrics at the area stores, but only to buy fabrics at the quilting store because of the quality. Yikes, I think I'm in over my head.
The next day I was off work so decided to go machine shopping/looking. I left my list at work of all the absolutely necessary features I needed on my new miracle machine (it was supposed to change my life) so I meekly called the quilting store again and asked the same questions as the day before. This time I got one of the angel clerks again who told me NONE of those "necessary" features were needed on the sewing machine (in fact, she didn't have some of them on her machine at home), she told me to get the cheapest material I could find to bring to class (since I was just learning) and pretty much told me exactly the opposite of what the cackling witch had said. I was so relieved ... not because I could buy a cheaper machine or cheap material, but because this angel clerk may possibly be my instructor at my $15 class (she wasn't).
I went to the store, plopped down my cash, and bought everything on the supply list. My $15 class has now cost over $400. I'm a little sick.
On the night of my class, I was so nervous that I got there 45 minutes early. (I won't even mention that the class started 20 minutes late because we were "waiting a few minutes for the stragglers"). I really enjoyed the class (after we got started) but I could have borrowed Wilma Flintstone's sewing machine for the class. We sewed two seams (we were supposed to sew three, but I didn't have time). The sisters sitting next me me brought this old black Singer sewing machine and said everyone always wanted to buy it because it was an antique. They shared the machine. Couldn't I have shared? Oh no, I bought my OWN machine.
After the class (which I think I enjoyed), I still didn't know how to quilt. I knew how to cut (which is hugely important) but I didn't know how to quilt. I wasn't sure of the next step and I was afraid to ask the angel clerks/cackling witches what to do next. I talk to MOMD and he had the solution! Every Wednesday MOMD goes to a guy's house to carve (or to play with his wood ... however you want to look at it). Anyway, the guy's wife is a quilter extraordinaire! MOMD set up a visit (without consulting me first). Oh crap! Why did I say anything - I don't do visits!
We went to this extremely talented couple's home and MOMD did not stay by my side, (where I wanted him) but instead went to talk with his whittling buddy. I'm alone with a stranger. (STRANGER DANGER!!!) She was extremely helpful and encouraging and told me it doesn't matter what the rules say, it matters what you like. What a relief! I don't even know what the rules are, let alone know how to follow them. She pumped me up and told me that she would be willing to help anytime (yeah, like that's going to happen ... remember the stranger danger?). She told me some other quilting stores to check out.
Have you ever been in a quilting store? It makes you smile when you walk in the door because everything is so cute, fun, matching, etc. I think I may buy a small project and give it a whirl.
Now to recap ... I really wanted a new hobby that I could pick up at a moment's notice instead of pulling out box after box of supplies. I really wanted something that would help me de-stress. I really wanted a hobby I could take when MOMD goes on his woodcarving class trips instead of my huge assortment of scrapbook supplies. Instead I got:
A sewing machine
Rulers and mats that are 36" long and need to be stored flat
Stress from taking a class (independence is not my strong point)
Stress from talking to the cackling witch woman
Stress from meeting the quilting wife
Stress from wondering where in the heck I'm going to put all this stuff ...
Stress from wondering if a sewing machine can be counted as a "carry-on" on a plane ...
Oh yeah, this quilting stuff is going to work out just dandy!
I mentioned multiple times throughout the year to MOMD that I'd like to learn to quilt. He bought me a gift certificate to a quilt store for Christmas (pretty thoughtful, huh?). Anyway, I went to the quilting store a few weeks ago. I told them my situation - I don't know how to quilt, I don't know how to sew, where do I start? The sweet little angel clerks told me I'd come to the right place. I needed to start with "Beginning Rotary Cutting". I'm off and running! (I Am Woman - Hear Me Roar!) I sign up for the $15 class with high hopes and visions of quilt wall hangings, quilts to pass on for generations, and somewhere in the back of my mind I'm thinking of becoming Amish.
I took my supply list and left those angel quilters. As I am leaving the store I glanced at my list. Of course I need a rotary cutter. I can handle that. A mat to cut on and a special ruler - no problem. Four different types of material (one light, one dark, one medium, and one to just practice cutting on) - I'm on board. One sewing machine ... RRRRKKK! (That's the sound of brakes slamming.) What the ...? I DON'T have a sewing machine! I don't sew! (Don't even ask me what I was thinking.)
I was actually thinking about buying a sewing machine for this stupid $15 class. I called the quilt store and said, "I need to buy a machine for this (stupid) class but I don't want to spend very much money because I DON'T SEW and WHAT IF I HATE IT? Suddenly (before my very ears) the angel clerk turned into some cackling witch. She told me that I would not be able to LEARN to quilt on a machine that was less than amazing and she began to rattle off all the features I would need on that wonder machine. Then she told me not to buy any fabrics at the area stores, but only to buy fabrics at the quilting store because of the quality. Yikes, I think I'm in over my head.
The next day I was off work so decided to go machine shopping/looking. I left my list at work of all the absolutely necessary features I needed on my new miracle machine (it was supposed to change my life) so I meekly called the quilting store again and asked the same questions as the day before. This time I got one of the angel clerks again who told me NONE of those "necessary" features were needed on the sewing machine (in fact, she didn't have some of them on her machine at home), she told me to get the cheapest material I could find to bring to class (since I was just learning) and pretty much told me exactly the opposite of what the cackling witch had said. I was so relieved ... not because I could buy a cheaper machine or cheap material, but because this angel clerk may possibly be my instructor at my $15 class (she wasn't).
I went to the store, plopped down my cash, and bought everything on the supply list. My $15 class has now cost over $400. I'm a little sick.
On the night of my class, I was so nervous that I got there 45 minutes early. (I won't even mention that the class started 20 minutes late because we were "waiting a few minutes for the stragglers"). I really enjoyed the class (after we got started) but I could have borrowed Wilma Flintstone's sewing machine for the class. We sewed two seams (we were supposed to sew three, but I didn't have time). The sisters sitting next me me brought this old black Singer sewing machine and said everyone always wanted to buy it because it was an antique. They shared the machine. Couldn't I have shared? Oh no, I bought my OWN machine.
After the class (which I think I enjoyed), I still didn't know how to quilt. I knew how to cut (which is hugely important) but I didn't know how to quilt. I wasn't sure of the next step and I was afraid to ask the angel clerks/cackling witches what to do next. I talk to MOMD and he had the solution! Every Wednesday MOMD goes to a guy's house to carve (or to play with his wood ... however you want to look at it). Anyway, the guy's wife is a quilter extraordinaire! MOMD set up a visit (without consulting me first). Oh crap! Why did I say anything - I don't do visits!
We went to this extremely talented couple's home and MOMD did not stay by my side, (where I wanted him) but instead went to talk with his whittling buddy. I'm alone with a stranger. (STRANGER DANGER!!!) She was extremely helpful and encouraging and told me it doesn't matter what the rules say, it matters what you like. What a relief! I don't even know what the rules are, let alone know how to follow them. She pumped me up and told me that she would be willing to help anytime (yeah, like that's going to happen ... remember the stranger danger?). She told me some other quilting stores to check out.
Have you ever been in a quilting store? It makes you smile when you walk in the door because everything is so cute, fun, matching, etc. I think I may buy a small project and give it a whirl.
Now to recap ... I really wanted a new hobby that I could pick up at a moment's notice instead of pulling out box after box of supplies. I really wanted something that would help me de-stress. I really wanted a hobby I could take when MOMD goes on his woodcarving class trips instead of my huge assortment of scrapbook supplies. Instead I got:
A sewing machine
Rulers and mats that are 36" long and need to be stored flat
Stress from taking a class (independence is not my strong point)
Stress from talking to the cackling witch woman
Stress from meeting the quilting wife
Stress from wondering where in the heck I'm going to put all this stuff ...
Stress from wondering if a sewing machine can be counted as a "carry-on" on a plane ...
Oh yeah, this quilting stuff is going to work out just dandy!
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