
The image is slightly cut off but there is a lovely hanging art piece that spells out the most wonderful and lovely word...
OOFTA
Have you heard about this before? Have you used this word before? Hmm, well I do. I remember many moons ago dating a guy who visited Turkey and he came back with a similar phrase that went a bit like this...
OOF YAaaaa
I loved it, embraced it, started saying it and then somehow over the years it emerged in to 'oofta'. Then I realized that others would say it too so I wasn't quite as unique as I once thought. I love this word and don't use it enough. I use it as an equivalent to the following....
Oh my
Oh boy
Goodness gracious
Seriously?
For the love...
Oh my goodness
Holy sh*t
Holy crap
Bloody hell
Oh boy
Goodness gracious
Seriously?
For the love...
Oh my goodness
Holy sh*t
Holy crap
Bloody hell
But gosh does it feel good to sometimes belt out a good ol'....
And why? It has been an oofta kinda couple of months! And that's why I have been missing. And in chronological order, here is what happened...1. Shila got hospitalized in doggie ICU with a severe case of pancreatitis and pneumonia. Thankfully, she made it out alive and is doing marvelously now. For two weeks though it was pretty rough and I had many moments of not knowing if she would make it. A part of me hasn't fully recovered from it all. OOFTA!!
2. Shortly after Shila started getting better, I got sick-shmick. Sore throat, cold, cough, fever...ick. The good news is that I treated it with mostly natural medicine and hence it didn't last as long. It definitely sucked but of course could have been much worse. Still though...OOFTA!!
3. We gave the sellers of the house an extension of closing date which was never submitted to the bank (although we were told the extension was approved) and hence we didn't close on the initial closing date of 11/11/11 and hence our contract was voided. Yup - we're still in our current house. Boxes still surround us and we have no -gulp- Christmas tree or decorations. That's a big deal for me folks. Big. Deal. Anyhoo, we put another offer on the house, only for the stupid bank to counter us at way higher than they originally accepted our offer at. Hello? Idiots. Idiots I tell you! Long story short, we stood firm and after multiple attempts by the bank to get more out of us, they finally accepted our offer at the original price. Seriously? We wasted almost two months to get back to the spot we were originally in? We are now slated to close this Friday. Needless to say that while I am grateful that things are back on track, I am very irritated at the roller coaster ride this has been. In the middle of this, we decided to go for a different house which we didn't end up getting. OOFTA!!4. Taz was feeling a bit left out with all of this drama and so he has decided to start pooping in the house. Pooping! POOPING!! And sometimes he throws in some pee as well, just to balance it all out. It began when we started boxing up the house so we're pretty sure he isn't liking the feeling of being disrupted. Me too buddy, me too, but you don't see me popping a squat on the living room floor every night, do ya? I am a unique sort of very selective type of germ-a-phobe and so while some things don't gross me out, this is pushing me over the edge. He makes sure to leave his present in the middle of the night so we can't catch him. For a while I wasn't sleeping because I was trying to catch him in the act. Well that was silly of me. The little guy doesn't make one noise when pooping. I guess, which dog does, right? Anyway, in the mean time, we have figured out thought that if we walk him in the evening and time it just right with his feeding time, he won't poop in the house. I only wish he could just pick up after himself and steam clean the carpet for us. OOFTA!!

Yup and that's about it! I think it's been a pretty oofta-worthy couple of months. And you know the funny thing is? Apart from Shila getting sick, even through my moments of oofta-dom, everything has been very manageable. Everything is 'one day at a time' and a certain trust in that pesky yet reassuring phrase - what is meant to be will be. Most days I hate the sound of the phrase but every day I believe fully in it. And really...truly...things are ok. Things could have been WAY worse and I remember that every day and it is what keeps me calm. We are still so fortunate and so lucky and my 'oofta' moments are nothing compared to other people's 'oofta' moments.
And so while we re-start our journey in to moving, I may disappear yet again for a little while and then come back with a BAM! Or, I miraculously start blogging every day. Hmm - I think I know which one it might be. (wink)
Be well my bloggies!
~k
ps - googling images of dogs pooping for this blog post? Yah. Not so fun.




