My best friend is sick. She's not supposed to be sick because she's supposed to be in Vegas tomorrow at 12:39 pm. I'll be there, ready to pick her up, with our other best friend in tow. That one arrives at 10:30 am.
I have a theory about parents and sicknesses. Every parent I know that has a younger child is sick quite frequently. We go through elementary, and even into high school, contracting various bugs because let's face it, kids are disgusting and unclean. So we grow up being sick all the time. Then we are okay for a while because either we don't have any children or we have babies and limit their exposure. Then the damn kid starts preschool or elementary, contracts every little virus on the planet, and we are sick again. We actually get to go through the whole damn thing again because the little assholes have mutated just enough that our bodies aren't immune to them anymore. That, AND the fact that we are exhausted from taking care of ourselves and our little munchkins.
I really don't get sick anymore, at least from the *normal* exposure. Hey - there's a positive to having teenagers. (IF only there were more...)
But on to Vegas.
A girl's weekend. No doods. As ungirly as I am, I am still looking forward to the teas and the facials and ridiculous tasting menu at the Eiffel Tower. And Phantom. Girl show. Friggin awesome.
Besides the whole "Vegas" experience, I have the best friends in the world to enjoy it with.
I pray she gets better. Now. She needs this way more than I do. And I need her to be in cahoots with us.
Tomorrow I will be on my way to Vegas, via car, pick up my girls at the airport and head to The HOTEL at Mandalay Bay. Life is sooo good.
On an ending note, I got a great workout in today and I am not too sore to move.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Monday blues
Yesterday was discouraging... I started the ActiveX program on Friday and quite frankly, I overdid it. Not that its uncommon for me to overdo anything, but boy, I really threw my body into shock.
Two hours before my shift at the restaurant, I was determined to do my first workout in a very long time. Well I do other "active" things, but for some reason, those require a completely different set of muscles. It's like I have the "backpacking" muscles in my legs, and this other set that somehow retired over the last year.
I regress a little. The workout requires some sprinting. First of all, I don't run. I detest running. Sprinting. Jogging. But I dragged my 18 year old son out and we sprinted. Or he sprinted. I ran then jogged then "walked with a purpose". Of course, we are at a slight disadvantage here. There are no flat areas and no sidewalks. Currently we have snow in the shade, mud in the sun, and gravel on the narrow streets for the ice, not to mention sloppy berms on both sides. He suggested we do this at the wash. At least there are no cars and the incline is tolerable.
Wow, and while we did this, some dude walked by and just took one of my water bottles. Wierd.
The workout is what it is, and it has its merits. In between "sprints" I did some squats and invisible jump rope.
Then I went to my second job. It was really busy. I struggled to walk. Run. Whatever.
Hell I couldn't even get out of bed the next day. Let alone off the toilet. For some reason, that too requires those second set of muscles.
I figured by Monday my muscles would have healed some and I could continue, but with less zealous. Then Sunday night hits me with a migraine. I didn't recognize it in time; meds were useless.
For some reason, migraines have the ability to suck all the good out of the world - like evil black holes. My legs weren't any better and now the world was a foul, ugly place. To top it off, I had an appointment at the DMV after work. Yes, let's go to the lair of all things unhappy, unable to walk right, with a migraine. I am pretty sure the Sith run that joint. And now I am doubly pissed because I simply cannot work out.
Today started similar, but I did manage to eat half a bagel. This time my medicine worked and I the darkness diminished. I pulled the workout up and modified it to fit my mountainous environment. All in all, I think it went well. Tomorrow's blog may disagree, as I think I worked another set of those dormant muscles.
Now I have a boatload of chores that have piled up over the weekend and Monday. I suppose I should get off the computer then?
Saturday, March 13, 2010
A sigh of relief...
Today I breathed a sigh of relief. Oddly, that simple sigh, one I have waited over a week and a half for, is just a small step in a long battle.
It seems my every breath waited on this one thing. And once it happened, I had to confirm it over and over - stare at it multiple times for minutes on end, as if it might instantly change in front of my computer screen. Of course it did not, and I remain immensely relieved this evening. Still, I quietly prepare for the conflict ahead. Things are never simple, or easy.
Friday, January 29, 2010
the story of rat dog
"No rat dogs in my house.
No yip yapping, hyped out useless rat dog in my house!"
I made the kids put her outside while I called animal control.. Of course like all stupid dogs, she fell in the pool straight away. Sigh... Now she had to come in or freeze to death. I made them put her in an unfinished room where she cried and whined incessantly.
Now understand I was trying to lay on the couch with a migraine when this little rat showed up on our doorstep. She looked like a mix between a jack russell and chihuahua. No collar, no tag. Her nails obviously had been trimmed in the last 2 months. She was someone's dog, or appeared to be. Besides, I had the love and affection of one very devoted and challenging shepherd chow mix female, Teyla. Then there was Amber, a Terrier mix lacking the usual brilliance that we as human admire dogs for.
Now, a rat dog. Sure they're "cute" but do they serve any purpose other than annoying neighbors, barking with high pitched voices, jumping all over visitors and family with uncontrollable hyperness? Not really.
Yet today as I look in rat dog's little face and see her greying eyebrows and tiny little teeth, there is a gentle soul that fills her eyes.
So rat dog finally got to come in to the living room because I couldn't sleep with her constant whining. Just my luck - animal control couldn't pick her up until the next day.
In the ensuing 12 hours, I discovered rat dog was unique. I then found her breed on AKC. She was a toy fox terrier and appeared by all standards to be a purebred. She was house trained, docile, kid friendly - in fact EVERYONE friendly. She preferred the contact of a human being over anything and she didn't bark. I kept my distance though. Someone was definitely missing this dog. Still with the pleading of my husband at the time, I agreed that if no one adopted her we would do so. (as it went in that household it simply meant more work for me - more training, more caring, more walking, more washing, etc)
Weeks passed and we visited the shelter. We brought her shirts to wear in the bitter cold. The staff tried to keep her inside because she was so naked. The time passed and she was not claimed, much to my surprise. Then we were forced to wait more due to the backlog on sterilization. I finally received the call she was ready and took thw afternoon off to pick her up.
I curse the assholes that left her outside my doorstep. The poor baby had a case od kennel cough so sever she nearly died. I drove her directly to our vet. This 11 pound dog cost me $150 in medication alone to help her. I had to quarrantine her from my others. When she finally pulled through, I think she coughed for the first 6 months we had her.
Still, we discovered she had the most blessed temperament. She seemed an only child and intimidated by Teyla's size, but Teyla laid down to play and eventually they became great friends. She has the most gentle eyes. Rat dog defines "sweet", as dogs go, but comes with a personality of a terrier that makes her just fun enough! Shels not a barking kind of dog. She joins the pack in a raucous outside but rarely lets out a solid bark in the house. She loves to cuddle with any warm body. She's starting to show signs of aging, sadly... Still she is the one to engage the puppy for hours and she loves to play.
She snores when she sleeps and her tongue sometimes gets stuck outside her mouth for hours. It dries up and she looks silly. She is often too timid, yet she showa the strength of a lion when she wants. (say when she sees a coyote)
I love my rat dog. God brought her to me in all her sweetness. She is one of a kind. (never own another rat dog!)
No yip yapping, hyped out useless rat dog in my house!"
I made the kids put her outside while I called animal control.. Of course like all stupid dogs, she fell in the pool straight away. Sigh... Now she had to come in or freeze to death. I made them put her in an unfinished room where she cried and whined incessantly.
Now understand I was trying to lay on the couch with a migraine when this little rat showed up on our doorstep. She looked like a mix between a jack russell and chihuahua. No collar, no tag. Her nails obviously had been trimmed in the last 2 months. She was someone's dog, or appeared to be. Besides, I had the love and affection of one very devoted and challenging shepherd chow mix female, Teyla. Then there was Amber, a Terrier mix lacking the usual brilliance that we as human admire dogs for.
Now, a rat dog. Sure they're "cute" but do they serve any purpose other than annoying neighbors, barking with high pitched voices, jumping all over visitors and family with uncontrollable hyperness? Not really.
Yet today as I look in rat dog's little face and see her greying eyebrows and tiny little teeth, there is a gentle soul that fills her eyes.
So rat dog finally got to come in to the living room because I couldn't sleep with her constant whining. Just my luck - animal control couldn't pick her up until the next day.
In the ensuing 12 hours, I discovered rat dog was unique. I then found her breed on AKC. She was a toy fox terrier and appeared by all standards to be a purebred. She was house trained, docile, kid friendly - in fact EVERYONE friendly. She preferred the contact of a human being over anything and she didn't bark. I kept my distance though. Someone was definitely missing this dog. Still with the pleading of my husband at the time, I agreed that if no one adopted her we would do so. (as it went in that household it simply meant more work for me - more training, more caring, more walking, more washing, etc)
Weeks passed and we visited the shelter. We brought her shirts to wear in the bitter cold. The staff tried to keep her inside because she was so naked. The time passed and she was not claimed, much to my surprise. Then we were forced to wait more due to the backlog on sterilization. I finally received the call she was ready and took thw afternoon off to pick her up.
I curse the assholes that left her outside my doorstep. The poor baby had a case od kennel cough so sever she nearly died. I drove her directly to our vet. This 11 pound dog cost me $150 in medication alone to help her. I had to quarrantine her from my others. When she finally pulled through, I think she coughed for the first 6 months we had her.
Still, we discovered she had the most blessed temperament. She seemed an only child and intimidated by Teyla's size, but Teyla laid down to play and eventually they became great friends. She has the most gentle eyes. Rat dog defines "sweet", as dogs go, but comes with a personality of a terrier that makes her just fun enough! Shels not a barking kind of dog. She joins the pack in a raucous outside but rarely lets out a solid bark in the house. She loves to cuddle with any warm body. She's starting to show signs of aging, sadly... Still she is the one to engage the puppy for hours and she loves to play.
She snores when she sleeps and her tongue sometimes gets stuck outside her mouth for hours. It dries up and she looks silly. She is often too timid, yet she showa the strength of a lion when she wants. (say when she sees a coyote)
I love my rat dog. God brought her to me in all her sweetness. She is one of a kind. (never own another rat dog!)
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Refreshed
I do love the sound of the wind in the trees. Open my windows at night, in the freezing temps, just to hear it. Pine trees, evergreen, swaying, yet sturdy, dropping cones in frenzied wind…
Walking today, wool beanie pulled down, the wind in the trees drowned out every sense… Gusty wind through mountain passes driving snow filled clouds overhead, ice crackling beneath my boots, snow dust blasting my face, all devoured by the sound of the wind in the trees. Even Teyla stops to admire the sound, her snout turned toward the surge.
The most amazing sound on Earth… cleanses my mind and soul. Refreshed…
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