Fizgig - Our Pseudo Pet

Joseph and I discovered about two weeks ago that the girl upstairs has a little Yorkie. We are partial to Yorkies, since my parents own probably the smallest Yorkie most people have ever seen. Rosie is what they call her and she is our favorite little dog. We've been wishing lately that we had a little dog to play with and take care of, and just when we started looking for one we discovered Fizgig. Fizgig is the cutest little Yorkie (besides our beloved Rosie). He is about one, and he LOVES us. This is no overstatement, seeing as how whenever he is upstairs he is scratching on the door and crying to come down and play with us. We take him for walks and give him treats. He takes naps with us and plays fetch. He is the perfect little dog. In fact we sort of want to steal him. But alas, we signed a contract that says we won't have any pets. So we have accepted the fact that we have a pseudo pet. . . one we can play with and love, and then give back to be bathed when he's smelly or hungry. Here's some pictures of him.

He flares his ears out and cocks his head whenever you talk to him. (Don't mind the creepy eyes)

Out on a walk. . . he refused to look at the camera.

Cute little Fizzy!

"The Chainsaw Massacre"

The 24th of July has come and gone this year, but this year has been unlike any other, and will definitely be one that will never be forgotten. From my previous post you know that Joseph underwent a tonsillectomy a little over a week ago. Some days have been good ones and some not so good in his recovery process, but he was feeling good enough to make the journey up to Bear Lake to spend our long weekend with the majority of his family. We drove up on Thursday evening and had a wonderful time that night. . . only to wake at 5:45 am the next morning to a very frightening situation. Blood was gushing from the back of Joseph's throat. Now I don't know much about tonsillectomies, but I do know that this is NOT normal. So after waking up everyone in the house and running to the car to rush over the mountain to Logan (a 45 min. drive), we safely made it to the ER. Of course it was like every ER visit I've ever known: by the time we got there the bleeding had stopped and the doctor said he was fine, but he recommended that we wait for an hour for the local ENT to come in for the day to take a look. Of course we followed this recommendation and wheeled Joseph through the maze of hallways over to his office where we filled out more paper work and waited a bit longer. By this time Joseph was in so much pain and was so hungry that he became angry. So the poor doctor tried his magic with an angry, hungry Joseph. A bit of topical numbing solution and an attempt to cauterize the bleeding spot and lots of gagging later, we got back in the car and drove the hour back to Bear Lake.

Now my point in telling this story is not to make you sad for Joseph or me, but to express my love for my wonderful Watson family. A big thanks to my father-in-law for driving us down to the hospital and being the calm one among our nervousness. Another BIG thank you to Will and Marlowe for being the crime scene clean up crew who wiped up the bathroom that people were saying looked like the "Chainsaw Massacre." A big thanks to my mother-in-law who quickly threw on her clothes to come with us only to see the tail lights down the street, and for being the wonderful caring woman that she is (it's always good to have a mom around, they always know what to do). And a big thank you to everyone else there who loves and supports (or so we think) us despite the fact that we made a big mess, ditched out on all of the fun activities, and then left the party early. Watsons you are the BEST and I couldn't have done any better.

You're Beautiful

Sorry for the delay. Yes Joseph did get his tonsils removed, but I have been having so much fun taking care of him, sitting around watching movies and taking multiple naps a day that I have neglected to write of his adventure.

When we arrived at the surgical clinic they took Joseph back into the prep room where he was clothed in a beautiful green hospital gown (I took a picture with my phone, but can't seem to figure out how to get it onto the computer). While he was waiting for the doctor to finish another surgery they hooked him up to an IV, pumping a Gatorade like fluid into his body. This was not pleasant. Joseph was green when I walked in. Hungry Joseph mixed with needles is not a good combo. Anyone who knows Joseph knows that hunger itself is not good mixed with Joseph. He struggled for a few minutes trying so hard not to pass out, but soon had to give in to the urge. At this point he started shaking violently trying to fight off the inevitable darkness. . . he quickly came to and immediately got color back in his face. Sigh, the worst is over. . .

Minutes later Joseph was wheeled into the surgery room and I was shunned to the reception area where I was to sit nervously and worry. Don't worry I sat and peacefully read a book. It wasn't 20 minutes later when the doctor walked out and said that Joseph did great. Now the real fun was to begin. I entered the recovery room just seconds after Joseph opened his eyes. . . I must admit he was hilarious. After telling every nurse, "You're beautiful" and shouting that he "felt great" and was going to ride his bike home Joseph agreed to attempt to drink some water. Not so great the first few tries. With a numb tongue all he could manage to do was squirt the water out his nose. It was not long before he was gulping down juice as he laughed at all of the patients being wheeled in, not yet recovered from their anesthesia induced comas. One pudding, 3 glasses of water, a liter from the IV, a juice box, and multiple hilarious trips to the bathroom later, we wheeled Joseph to the car and returned home.

(Joseph right after his surgery, still calling everything beautiful.)

He is now doing great. Throat is still sore, but what can you expect when half of your throat has been cut out. Oh and we're still waiting to hear if he now has a "sexy voice."

The Great and Dreadful Day Draws Near

I am not a prophet nor do I ever plan to be one, actually this post has nothing to do with that. . . I'm just announcing that tomorrow, July 18th, 2008, Joseph will be getting his tonsils removed. A day he is both excited and afraid for, hence the title "The Great and Dreadful Day. . .". Stayed tuned for what I am expecting to be some pretty funny posts and pictures of Joseph after the surgery. And if we're lucky there might be some pictures of me (Jen) playing nurse, or mom, or whoever would take care of a sick boy.

Gardening

So I have always loved yard work and gardening. In fact I worked for three summers in high school at our city's golf course planting all of the flowers and basically designing each flower bed. It was my favorite job ever! Since I've come to college I've missed being outside in the sun, digging holes and getting dirt under my nails. I've been waiting for a yard of my own to work in, but as a student there's no chance. Luckily our new apartment has a yard and a small plot for a vegetable garden. A few months ago I planted a few things: 3 tomato plants, 2 green pepper plants, 2 cucumber plants, red onions, and a watermelon. Soon after I planted my garden the cucumbers died. Sad days!! I soon realized that that certain part of the garden got absolutely no water from the sprinklers, and the soil, well I guess I should say sand, is not the best for a garden. Despite the road blocks the rest of my babies are doing wonderful (I diligently water once sometimes twice a day). Here is a sneak peak into the abundance that we will soon be enjoying on our salads.

Not the best view of the garden, but that's the watermelon and you can see a few tomato plants. Oh and I forgot to mention the grape vines that are taking EVERYTHING over!

Here is a close up of one of my green peppers. Yum!

And of course a few tomatoes, all of which will be ripe on the same day!

Rock Band!

This blog needs to experience a bit more fun. Let me introduce you to Reason Dictates, a rock band that shreds harder and rocks louder than any other (ok, that might be an exaggeration). Reason Dictates is Joseph's band, his one true love (besides me). Here are some pictures from his latest show, a few of my favorites so as not to overwhelm you with the awesomeness of my photography skills.

Joseph melting faces with his bumping bass and stellar lyrics.

Doin' a little head banging!

Joseph writes his own songs. . . next winner of America's Got Talent?

If you are interested in getting a taste of Reason Dictates let me know and I'll arrange for you to taste a bite. You never know, you might be a rocker too.

Anatomy

I am finally taking my last class at BYU. . . .Functional Anatomy. What does that mean? Well to put it simple, we memorize all of the muscles, and bones and how they connect and what movements they create. I must admit I have no motivation left in my body. . . not a single ounce. I have cried over this class because despite my hating to go and my decision to just "pull a C" I cannot keep my obsessive compulsive personality from kicking in and making me strive to get an A. I guess that is a good thing.

So there are a couple of interesting things that have happened so far. First, I have a cadaver lab once a week, where I get to study muscles on dissected people. I actually really love that part (despite the horrible smell that I can't seem to wash off my hands. . . yes I do wear gloves). My TA is a non-member, which is fine, but he tries his hardest to be as crude and disrespectful as possible. At first it was kinda funny, but now he just looks dumb to everyone.

Today in my lecture part of the class we were learning about bones, their classification, structure, bone diseases, you get the picture. Suddenly a slide came up that said "WARNING, if you have a weak stomach you may want to look away." I love blood and guts, so I perked up in my chair as did most of the people in my class. My teacher proceeded to show disgusting broken bones (you know the kind that stick out of peoples legs, I won't go into anymore detail). Suddenly from the back of the room some people started gasping and we all turned around to see one boy having a seizure in his chair. He had passed out cold. It was kinda scary, but a little funny at the same time. As we sat there during the rest of the slides I thought to myself, "buddy if you can't handle pictures of blood and guts, you're in the wrong major." So what have I learned from this? Nothing, except that maybe going to class for the next few weeks might end up being a little more interesting than I thought.