My Weekend Away

For Christmas, Steve and Debbie gave Shawn and I a weekend getaway to the Zermatt Resort. If you ever have the chance to purchase or use The Gift of Giving Certificate, please do so. This had to be one of the best presents ever. Especially since they took the kids so we could have a weekend alone. We decided to go during Shawn's spring break since he would be back in summer semester during our actual anniversary.

We got to the hotel about 6:30 and dropped off our stuff in the room and went to dinner. While we were standing outside our room, we noticed a smoky smell coming from the room next door. We didn't think anything of it other than it sucked to be next to a smoking room. We went to dinner at Mattie's Bistro and that was great; we got an appetizer, Shawn had steak and I had a brat, Cokes and then chocolate cake for dessert. Dinner was a whopping 7 dollars! We ran to Wal-Mart in Park City to get a DVD Player 'cause there wasn't one in the room and we brought movies to watch. Then we went back up to our room. As I was standing there waiting for Shawn to get our door opened, the smell from the other room was getting really strong and it was really starting to not smell like cigarette smoke.

Just then the door opened and a guy stumbled out, knocking the Do Not Disturb sign off of their door. He is giggling as he tries to get the sign back on the door and then kind of stumbles off down the hall. We get into our room and I can hear the other room talking. Not just mumbles, but actual words that they are saying. I am starting to get uncomfortable and so we go down to the front desk to complain. The front desk tells us that he will call the manager and let her know about the room, but that is pretty much all they can do. So, we go back up to our room and see the manager standing down the hall. When we get about 5 doors away from our room you can smell the smoky sweet smell of pot along with incense burning. When we get into our room, you can smell it everywhere. So off I go to the manager to tell her that it's not cigarette smoke and she offers to find us another room. Thank heavens that we hadn't unpacked yet!

We get up to our new room, which is one floor up and kitty corner to the other room and when we looked out the window, we could see that they had their windows open and they were fanning trying to get the smoke out!!

Next morning, we wake up and have breakfast, which was FREE, and we went walking around the grounds looking at the Ice Castles that they had built.





Then it was time for my Massage, which was great. After that we went into Heber and got some BBQ and brought it back up to the room. At 2:30 Shawn left to go to the reception for Mitt Romney with Brian.



I hung around the room and watched 2012, read and ate more BBQ. At 6:30 I went down to the spa and had my pedicure which felt really good. Then I went back up to the room and read and channel surfed until Shawn got back at 10:30. Then we munched and went to bed.

Check out was at 11:00 (actually 10, stupid daylight savings) and so we put our bags into the car and headed over to Schneitter's for their Sunday Brunch. Which was HUGE. Then we went over to the outlets to see if we could find Shawn some shoes, which we didn't and then we headed home.

It was really great to get away and to spend some alone time with Shawn, but I really missed my kids.

Conversations with Kirra

Shawn had just taken the garbage out and put in a new bag when he noticed that Kirra was tugging on the bag.

Shawn: What are you doing?
Kirra: Just checking.
Shawn: Just checking what?
Kirra: To make sure it's a Glad Forceflex bag.
Shawn: How do you know that?
Kirra: I saw it on a commercial.



(Please just know that Kirra does not watch that much TV, we are pretty sure she has a photographic memory and can recall just about everything she sees. She still talks about things that we did before she turned 2.)

Kirra

Yesterday I am at Sam's Club with Kirra. We are in the pet isle getting rawhides for Toby and I am turning the cart around. Here is our conversation:

Me: Looks like we don't need anything else from this isle.
Kirra: We don't need cat food anymore do we?
Me: Nope, we don't
Kirra: 'Cause we ran all out of Kitty huh mom.

I love how her little mind thinks.

Oscar

So, there is no easy way to put this. Oscar is gone. He was fine last night. I caught him curled up on Kirra's bed fast asleep. He was the inspiration for all her bedtime stories (Oscar was secretly an Astronaut and had wonderful adventures to Mars).

Shawn found him this morning creeping out of the hole in the side of the couch (whole other story there, I will have to post about it later) acting lethargic and whining. We kind of brushed it off thinking that he must have picked up some of the crap that has been floating around our house this past week. Well, around 1:30 I get a call from Shawn saying that he was taking Oscar to the vet. I really didn't think anything of it, he's only 10, which in the way of cat's is relatively young. 2:30 Shawn calls me and says that they have found a bloody mass on the inside of his thigh and they had just done some blood work and were going to do a biopsy on the mass. 3:00 Shawn calls and says that I have to get down to the vet's office. I rush down and there is my wonderful cat curled up in the corner not moving. He cries out as I pick him up to pet him. He doesn't even purr. He settles down and just lets me pet him as we listen to the vet lay out our options, which pretty much meant putting him in more pain just so we could have 6 more months to a full lifetime. At that point, I am thinking, okay we could have YEARS more with him, but then he tries to stand and his back legs collapse under him. That's when I realize that I can't make him live like that.

So, here is to my wonderful cat, who even though he drove me nuts and made me do more laundry that I would have liked. Who would crawl under the covers to cuddle and purr (the vibrations from him would make your chest rattle), who loved being held like a baby and was my comfort. I will miss you dearly, but I am glad that you are with your friend Andy.