Vintage Thingie Thursday: Vintage Darlings

Welcome everyone to Vintage Thingies Thursday

If you have a love for vintage things, well....you have come to the right place. We have a really good time each and every week!!!
If you are new to this party, please take the time to read and follow the instructions for participating in Vintage Thingies Thursday, click HERE. I try and keep things fairly simple, so please make sure you follow the instructions. Please only ONE link per week. Lastly, if you link in, LINK back to my blog, so everyone can see all of the vintage goodies on display that day. If you don't link back here, they won't know who to visit......thanks so much.

I don't know what could be better than a vintage sign other than a vintage sign with a dachshund on top!

How cute is this?!?!?! I love it!! Not only is it cute, but pizza is absolutely my four pups favorite table food of all time. In fact, there is always plenty of begging for a bite of cheese pizza around here. I think the sign is darling......

Do you  ever wonder about old chairs you might having sitting around? Well, vintage chairs make really neat and easy photo props.

My daughter Alisha, did not mind posing with a vintage chair! Of course, I think she looks darling posing with my old blue chair.

Have a great week everyone and Happy Vintage Thingie Thursday!

What's on the Horizon?? Back To A Routine

After a lengthy recuperating period this summer from surgery, today I will venture back to work. I am ready, as ready as I ever will be, but worried how ready I will be to crash when I get home. Baby steps...I keep telling myself that.

I have really counted my blessings in all my wonderful friends who made these last few weeks bearable. Thank you is just not adequate enough. Friends really are the family we can choose for ourselves. They are the ones who are there when no one else is looking, they lend a hand, and keep your spirits up. Friends..... where would you be without them?!

Have a great week everyone....lend a hand to someone in need, randomly do something nice for someone, look around you and you will find inspiration on your daily walk and more times than not, an opportunity to make a difference will present itself. Be a blessing to someone else instead of waiting for someone to bless you. You won't believe the difference it will make in your own life when you do that. It is the easiest thing ever.

Now, if you will excuse me, I have been slack for far too many weeks, I think I hear my old routine calling....just can't make up my mind if I am ready to answer it just yet!

I have lots of emails I am in the process of answering...if you have sent one lately and asked a question about something...I am working on those. I seem to be behind in everything, but I will get to your emails...hopefully within the next couple of weeks. ~ Take care!

Vintage Thingie Thursday: No Link This Week

Hey all....having trouble with the link and posting the post and don't have the extra time to work through it. See ya all next week. So sorry for the cancellation on short notice. Have a great week!

Vintage Thingie Thursday: Vintage Candle Holders

Welcome everyone to Vintage Thingies Thursday

If you have a love for vintage things, well....you have come to the right place. We have a really good time each and every week!!!
If you are new to this party, please take the time to read and follow the instructions for participating in Vintage Thingies Thursday, click HERE. I try and keep things fairly simple, so please make sure you follow the instructions. Please only ONE link per week. Lastly, if you link in, LINK back to my blog, so everyone can see all of the vintage goodies on display that day. If you don't link back here, they won't know who to visit......thanks so much.

This week, I have a cute little set of vintage candle holders I found while out thrifting. I love the little blue flowers with the pink. I have not used them yet, but maybe I will soon.

It is so fun to find little treasures like this for a very inexpensive price and bring them home to enjoy. What about you? Have you found any tiny treasures lately? Happy Vintage Thingie Thursday!!

Oh, The Stresses of Laundry Day

During the summer months I really enjoy hanging my laundry out on the clothes line to dry in the sun. There is seriously nothing like the smell of clothes fresh off the line during the summer months.

Last week, I decided I needed to do one more load which involved some very much loved yet smelly toys. I emptied all the dog toys from their bin and tossed them into the washer and then hung them out on the line to dry.

In the hundred plus degree heat, it did not take them long to dry. In fact, I am quiet sure less time to dry than it would have taken in the clothes dryer. However.....that task proved to be a bit of torture for one small dog.

Sammie has been a toy lover since he came to live with us. The others "might" play every once in a while with a toy, but mostly it is Sammie that has one, or two toys with him most of the time. He was NOT happy when he discovered I had hung his most favorite toys on the clothes line to dry.

In fact, he sat at the sliding glass door "guarding" his toys from the inside. Poor thing, he was not a happy camper.

And as soon as I went to retrieve the clothes and his toys, he was just beside himself....he hopped up in the clothes basket like he was greeting his long lost friends after months of departure from each other. This poor puppy was clearly stressed that afternoon when his favorite toys were out of reach hanging high on the clothesline.

I actually thought I was going to have to carry him into the house atop this pile of clothes and "friends"  when I was taking them into the house.

Oh, the woes of laundry day, especially when it involves the dog's laundry!

Vintage Thingie Thursday: Vintage Bee Canisters

Welcome everyone to Vintage Thingies Thursday

If you have a love for vintage things, well....you have come to the right place. We have a really good time each and every week!!!
If you are new to this party, please take the time to read and follow the instructions for participating in Vintage Thingies Thursday, click HERE. I try and keep things fairly simple, so please make sure you follow the instructions. Please only ONE link per week. Lastly, if you link in, LINK back to my blog, so everyone can see all of the vintage goodies on display that day. If you don't link back here, they won't know who to visit......thanks so much.

This week, I have a couple of cute finds that I have not done anything with since I brought them home. I had thought to keep them, but I may end up listing them in my etsy shop.

I think the vintage yellow and the cute bees make for a sweet set of canisters. They have a little wear and tear, but for the most part, they are still great shape.

Have a great week everyone!! I am trying to muster up the energy to get some things done around here on my last few days off of work! Wish me luck. Have a great Vintage Thingie Thursday!!

" Guess What Doctor......I Am Clearly Not A Cat"

If you read the post last week about me deciding to have a surgery I postponed for far too long and are looking for the rest of the story I promised. Well, here ya go!

These days, I guess it is standard procedure to admit you into surgery in the wee early morning hours and by afternoon, you are all bandaged up, drugged up and sent home like a  walking barely walking zombie. Yea, that is exactly how that feels or at least that is how I felt on that day a few weeks back.

Luckily, we got home without incident and so as they say...the healing begins. If I do say so myself, there is a lot to be said for those words. The hardest part is the healing part, the few short hours that come with being sent home from a major surgery are the most trying and of course the most nerve wracking.  You honestly don't know what to expect, how much pain to expect, and you don't know what to expect out of the ones who are all of a sudden your care givers while you are rendered helpless.

Luckily, for said caregivers, the day was almost over and I am sure in the back of their minds nighttime was coming and that could only mean the good patient would sleep while they got a good nights rest as well. Funny, how things don't turn out the way you plan.

Truth of the matter is, those next few days were passed in a blur. I credit that to the pain medicine and chocolate pudding that was given in four hour intervals. But I can say, during that time of healing....the worse pain I have ever experienced in my life consumed my whole being. That first night, when I was presumed to be resting peacefully was everything but peaceful. Beside the fact that I was not able to make a single move without help, the pain was so sever it was mind crippling. I could not move for if I did the pain was so bad I thought I'd faint. I could not breath or catch my breath, for if I did, I felt I surely not be able to stand it, but then if  I didn't, I'd surly pass out. Of course, with this intense pain that was out of control, you can imagine the intense drama that unfolded and the out of control pleas for my poor caregiver to do something..ANYTHING.....or just let me die. Yea, that is the truth of the matter.

I am not a wimp when it comes to pain, and I can tolerate pain rather well. After all, I had both of my children without the aid of pain blockers as I was more afraid of the needles of an epidural than I was the actual pain of childbirth. So I don't credit all of the unpleasantness that came during the days that followed surgery for my lack of pain tolerance, because that just is not a factor. It was rough, and I mean that with every ounce of my being.

Four days after my surgery, I had a follow up visit to my doctor. Let me say this, in my pre-op visit before the surgery, I was assured that I would be able to return to all normal activity right away, I could drive if I felt up to it and I was told I should have minimum discomfort. Well, I am here to tell you there was no way I could drive myself, much less barely dress myself and my good friend took me to that appointment. It was at this very appointment that the beginning of  the end with that doctor/patient relationship was on the fast track out the door.

As to be expected, the doctor asked how I was doing? Well, I guess I did not sugar coat any of it well enough, and explained how the last four days had gone at home, truthfully. I mean after all, I think they have a right to know that this was not the easy walk in the park they had promised. I knew the bewildered look on the doctors face was not a good sign. The words that came next was so offensive to me, I was at a loss for words, and honestly, that is something that rarely happens if ever.

The doctors story went like this: "Well, you know, I once adopted two cats. One was male and one was female so right away I took them to the vet to have them neutered and spayed. I picked the cats up and brought them home and let them out of their kennel. The female walked around a bit and then she decided she wanted to jump on the window seal and look out. She jumped up and made a little "meow/eeep" sound, you know, like there might have been a little discomfort in jumping, but she laid right down in the sunshine and fell fast asleep.  Then, the male cat ate a bite of food and he did the same thing, he found his way to the shelving unit and jumped up, and he too made a little "meow/eeep" sound but settled right down and slept the afternoon away. Now, I wondered about that and wondered if animals don't feel much pain. I decided, no that was not it at all, that what it boiled down to was the fact that animals have no pre-misconceptions of pain. It seemed they had no expectations of pain so therefore, the recovery involved hardly any discomfort because they did not expect it to be that way. So maybe as humans, we expect to experience pain and therefore we bring the pain to our own selves because that is what we expect."

So there I was, sitting on the darn table in the doctors office, hardly able to have the strength to keep from swaying back and forth as I was feeling lightheaded. I was so weak I could barely stand or walk and had loaded up on pain medicine just to make it to the office that day. I had just experienced the worse four days I could remember in all of my life and clearly the worse pain I could not even imagine feeling and this doctor has the audacity to compare it all to their own two cats getting fixed and having no expectations of pain. All of the hardships in my recovery was chalked up to my own expectation of it and that was the issue. I was stunned into silence. I mean, after all, what do you say when  you realize you trusted your life to someone who clearly has little empathy for their patients or worse, who is clearly an idiot.

This is the fourth week since that day I walked into the hospital for a surgery that was promised to be a piece of cake but proved to be most difficult at best, and I guess by my own doing according to the doctor......It has been rough finding my strength to just make it through most days even when I started feeling better. Maybe it is because I am older now, and it is harder to spring back from this sort of thing quickly. But as each day comes and goes, I do move a little closer to being back to my old self. It has just taken time.....and taken a fair amount of time that I did not expect it would take.

I have my last follow up visit on Thursday, which by the way I am not looking forward to. Once that is done and I am released to return to work I will begin looking for another doctor. I have thought over and over about what that doctor said to me that day and compared me to a couple of cats. If I was upset at first, you can just imagine by now with weeks of thinking about it and how I feel now.

My husband and I laugh about it now, somewhat, and wonder if I had been compared to a couple of dogs, then maybe it would have been an easier pill to swallow. I mean, everyone knows I am certainly not a cat person and surly that was the sting of the words that day. Hump.....don't believe that for one minute!