Waiting for my endless summer...: March 2005

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

New Dream

Before I get into my dream, I want to let you know that I am currently having issues with posting. Not with the actual site or anything, but actually finishing a post. I have I don't know how many "drafts" I have floating around but it's starting to be come an epidemic... Oh, and yes, one of them does continue the story of my trip to Florida, although I'm starting to become concerned that by the time I get around to finishing it I'll be on my way back down!!!

Anyway, so onto last night's dream. It was mostly vague and I'm not sure what brought it into my mind, but there it was. I was with someone that I would like to still consider myself to be friends with and he and I were, for whatever reason, talking about our past dating experience (with each other, of course).

I was basically expressing to him how happy I was how it ended so quickly before either of us was hurt (especially him, because if you hadn't figured it out I am a little messed up and very good at hurting people, even when it's what I'm trying not to do). So here I am telling him this and he has this look like "are you kidding me?" And I asked, well it was like that right? He then proceeded to tell me how much I hurt him and that the only way he got over it was his current GF (which he does have in real life and not just my head).

So I woke up, very concerned for and about him. Not that he necessarily would want my concern at this point (if my dream were true) or there would actually be anything that I could do to make it better; or at least less painful...

It was just so strong of a feeling dream when I woke up this morning. I'm trying to figure what I'm trying to tell myself with this dream; what am I supposed to learn that I haven't yet???

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Hooray Rain!!!

There has been beautiful, wonderful, drenching everything in sight rain. That is the reason that I am not standing out on a lacrosse field freezing my butt off getting ready to start the game (I had an 8 club game scheduled for tonight that thankfully got cancelled - it's so nice). Instead of working and making money, I get to blog. Isn't life grand sometimes?

So I'm still kinda mad at my dog. Well, let me back up. As you all are painfully aware she has an infection or rash of some sort on her stomach. She got a lot of medicine and it appears to be getting better. An apparent side effect they forgot to mention was sudden incontinence. Oops. Who would want to know about such a minor detail anyway, right?!?

I discovered the problem the other night when I had a friend over. I got home after being out for maybe 2 hours and, as usual, the first thing I was going to do was let the baby out. Well, I got the leash on her, asked her to sit and before she got half way down - out it came! I was so shocked that I literally almost pulled her out the door and onto the yard so she could finish. Now I know, you're thinking she was doing the squat thing, but really she wasn't - she wound up with pee all over her tail. Which, of course, I got to wash off while I cleaned the floor.

Ok, so I'm thinking no big deal. She must have had a lot of water and didn't realize she couldn't hold it right? Wrong. The next day, at my Mom's, they had been in the computer room (one of my dogs favorite places to hang at my parent's place) for a little while. When my Mom finished up she called for Cam to go with her downstairs. Well, as my Mom was following behind her suddenly there was pee just streaming out. She did not bend, she did not squat, she was walking and it leaked. Ick.

Since I had told Mom about the incident, and she didn't think Cam even realized she was peeing, she didn't yell at her.

So then last night, being oh so aware of the problem at this point, I made every effort to let her out every time I walked by the door at my Mom's and then once we got home. Things were fine and she was going, but not like mad, whenever we went out. I had just had her out and decided to go online for a little while.

Well, it hadn't even been 30 minutes when I decided to go back upstairs. Cam was down here on her sofa so I let her be (figuring she didn't have to go and knows to come upstairs first). Right. I sat on the sofa, all ready to tuck my cold feet under the blanket when I (luckily) touched it and it seemed damp. Strange, right? I bent closer and at this point you know exactly what I smelled. Dog pee.

Apparently Cammi had not only gotten onto the sofa upstairs (where she is forbidden to be - unless Arleigh is over and she's being spoiled), but she then decided to pee on it. Of all the nerve. I was so angry, but I took her out and didn't scold until we got back in. She knew before we went out there was trouble. The rest of the night she spent right at my feet, trying to convince me to not be angry. It didn't work. I didn't yell (and I never hit) but I didn't talk to her until this morning.

She's been very good all day. I guess the silent treatment worked.

(I know - you read the title and don't realize that you're truly being sucked into a dog pee story - sorry about that)

Where Have I Gone???

Oh. My. God. I have been, like, so completely MIA lately. Sorry.

I'm also sorry to say that I've gotta go. I just wanted you to know that I was alive, that I still love and believe in my happy little blog here, and that even though I've been a neglectful Mother, I am thinking about you...

I'll be back soon - I promise.
hugs and kisses till then

Thursday, March 17, 2005

My trip, part 1

Ok, first I want to apologize for repeating the same info over and over about my puppy. I was just a bit worried/concerned about her and it's been in the front of my mind lately...

Now, onto the whole trip and so forth as best as I can remember it now...

Friday night I got stuck at work late (I know, you're shocked) and by the time I got to the general home area I just didn't feel like going to yoga. I wanted to hang out with Cammi and my parents and so when I got there, planning to change into yoga clothes and make myself go to class, and my Mom already had a bottle of wine open I couldn't resist. I hung out there while they ate, totally blowing off class and getting a little tipsy (Mom and I finished a bottle together, and I wasn't eating).

Then I was still feeling ok and capable of driving, and I had plans to hang out with some friends I hadn't seen in what felt like forever (they live not even 5 minutes away, there is no excuse that I don't see them more) so I dropped Cammi home & went on over. We went out for Indian and it was fantastic! I've been out for Indian food 3 times now, twice with them. And since they are vegetarian and Indian food is so much fun to share, I get a veggie dish as well and it's fantastic! I am also mildly obsessed with the garlic nan (is that really what it's called and how you spell it?).

After dinner we went back to my place for some more wine! It was fun sitting and catching up - I am so glad they moved so close! They left probably around 12 or 1 (which is way earlier than usual) but, of course I hadn't packed yet. Oops.

So I got up around, I don't know 4 maybe and did the packing thing. I had no idea what it was going to be like down there and what I would or would not have the opportunity to do, so of course I packed WAY too much. And, before I left I had to make 2 or 3 cuts to what I wanted to bring...

I had printed the special coupon and directions to the place I was going to be parking my car (it was only $7/day and they pick you up & drop you off right at your car!). I left around 6, took Cam over to Mom's and was off. I didn't get lost which is really exciting when you realize that I am very, very good at getting lost. There was no problem with check in and so I proceeded to the security line. There was a problem there.

It wasn't me, my clothes, or my shoes. Apparently there was something in my purse that upset them so I was pulled to the side for a full scan. Again, my body and everything was fine. The ran the explosive check on my shoes and the inside of my 2 bags (one "carry on" and one very large "purse"). My real purse was inside the faux one and she pulled it out and dumped the contents on the counter. Sucks becuse I dind't have a chance to clean it out. So there are all my random recipts, my 2 chap sticks, gum, various credit cards, directions, itinerary, tampons and other things that seem to live there. Plus the screws that I still haven't returned to Home Depot and 2 closet pulls. Duh. Totally forgot to take those out of there! Apparently that was what they were concerned with, so she sent them through the x-ray again, all by themselves. Soon enough I was on my way to the gate and breakfast.

Ok, so I've decided to do this in installments. My reasoning is simple, I don't feel like sticking to the same topic for this long, and I KNOW you will not make it through if I try and put it all in one entry... So until we meet again...

(Spell check is taking entirely too long so I'm going to post as-is, let me know if there's something you can't translate... ;)

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

No Time

Ok, so I have been spending all my "free blogging time" over at storytimewithmyass.com and it's actually starting to make me feel bad. Like I'm neglecting my first born for my second or something like that... Weird.

So I wanted to give you an update on my puppy. She is OK. The evening after visiting the doctor (Monday) we got home and she had received a shot plus 6 different medications (it was a $155 vet bill, man am I glad I have insurance for her). I gave her dinner w/ chicken juice and she was only mildly interested. This concerned me. Then, about 45 minutes after eating and getting all her random pills she got sick all over. I made sure there weren't any obvious pills in it then called the vet. I took her in the next day for her bi-annual check up (which is part of what I pay for w/ her insurance). She was fine the next day, no more vomiting and they said her medications were all fine. Of course they had to hold her all day to tell me this (I'm such an over protective mother I called them 3 times to make sure she was OK).

The good thing is that the rash she had on her stomach is looking a million times better. It's not gone, but the doctor said it make take at least a week to see a difference so the improvement makes me happy.

On a sad note, my Mom is not doing all that well. She may be just fine, but the girl doctor doesn't really understand what's going on with her. He took some tissue to test for cancer. I really, truly hope that is not the answer.

Monday, March 14, 2005

You don't have to say it

I already know. You missed me. It's OK, I missed you too.

I am officially back from my "vacation" to West Palm Beach, FL. It was lovely and oh so much better than being snowed on for the who knows what number time. All I have to say is, hooray tan lines!!!

I didn't get to see too much of the place as I spent a very large part of my days on the lacrosse field, and at night there was NO ONE to go out with. The youngest person there, besides me, was 31 and acted about 50. By that I mean she would sleep in until just before we had to leave, take a nap in the middle of the day when possible, and was in bed before I was. And as you all know, without proper authority or under dire circumstance, you not call my house after 10 pm. Sometimes if you call after 930 you're going to be waking me up.

Anyway, so I had told myself that I wasn't going to get into the trip until I had time to detail the entire adventure (yes, it is going to be a million miles long and rival my new-best-never-met friend Laura's posts, but I can't think of a better way to do it so you're just going to have to wait ok?) so, I am going to stop here.

I will let you know that I have recently gotten back from taking Cammi to the vet's and I'm concerned. First, the bill was something like $150. She has 5 different medications and a topical spray, plus she got an injection while we were there. And second, after being home for a little under 90 minutes she's thrown up twice (which was not happening before I took her) and still seems to be feeling bad.

About a week or so before I left I noticed she was getting just the tiniest bit pink and a little raw on her belly. Well, I didn't think it was too much of a big deal and may go away. Before I left I did give my parents her insurance information (yes, I carry health care for my dog) in case it got worse. When I got home Saturday it was way worse. It was all red and inflamed. Needless to say I was a little unhappy that it had gotten that bad without her taking a trip to the doctor, but what could I do at that point? I just made an appointment for her as soon as the offices were open today and made sure we kept it. He's not sure what caused it, but he put her on an antibiotic, some sort of anti inflammatory, and also a mild steroid. I'm not sure what the other stuff is except that one of them is her regular heart worm medication.

After she got sick I made sure there weren't any obvious pills in it (there weren't) then called the doctor to see what I needed to do. Like, should I give her more? Stop giving them? Did she need to come back in? etc... He thinks it's probably from the stress of the visit and wants me to just wait and try again in the morning. SO, I will be going into work late to make sure she reacts better. If not, we're going right in.

Ok, so that's the deal for now. I will let you all know what happens tomorrow when I can. I just hope she gets better soon.

Friday, March 04, 2005

Feathers

I spent the first night using my brand spanking new feather comforter.

What does that mean to you? Well, just that I was completely surrounded by feathers.It was fantastic.

The only non-feather item was my pillow. Right now I'm just not ready to give into that yet, I may NEVER get out of bed...

Ok, so I'm leaving in less than 24 hours and, you guessed it, I have still not packed. I have issues. For some reason I like to run around random, at the last minute, preparing for things. I think it stems from school. I would always wait until the last minute to do assignments or write papers, and I typically did really well.

For example let's review a few papers I wrote for classes freshman year.

Example A: I stayed up for an entire night writing the longest paper I'd ever written at that point for my scholars class. It was supposed to be 15 pages but by the end the best I could manage even with the "creative" spacing and font selection, was only 13. So 2 pages shouldn't be that big of a problem right? Except that you have to consider that I was already 5 minutes late to class, sitting in the computer lab across campus in my pj's w/ my pillow...

What to do?

Well, I decided I didn't need to change (my pj's were cute enough to sit in the computer lab, they'd be fine to sit in the lecture hall). And I didn't think my prof would care if I sat on my pillow (thus making it look like I wanted it for comfort, but because I'd been up all night). I literally ran to class, paper in hand, and was walking in the door as they were being collected.

I got the best grade in the class. He made a point, when handing the papers back, to paraphrase it to the entire class. Friends of mine, who'd done theirs weeks prior, failed. I felt bad because I knew all the time they'd put into it.

Example B: Ok, so knowing how I was happy at the good grade, but feeling bad that I didn't put days of work into it (and really not like having to pull the all-nighter) I decided to start a paper the night it was assigned.

It was for English class and only needed to be 7-8 pages (cake since I'd just finished a 13 page one, right?). Well so I did all my research and then did edits and revisions and was finished 2-3 days before it was due. I felt so good about myself.

I got a C. Not an A or even a B, but a C. I was devastated.

You can see how the examples clearly demonstrate the negative reinforcement my past has had on my being "early" or "specifically prepared" for anything. I rest my case.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

nothing but love

So an old friend and I were chatting the other day online and I pointed him here. (it's only my 3rd time - I know, I know - I'm such a wimp). Anyway, I didn't really think that he'd actually come and read it but guess what? He did! At least part of it. And do you know what his comment was... here, I'll quote it for you,

Who's Arleigh, boy do they love you tons.

Isn't that just a sweet observation? I told him she was my adopted sister because that's what I call her and then I realized that you know what, it's true, and it makes me very happy.

Then, like some sort of cosmic intersecting triangle thing I actually remembered to go to the post office & pick up my week's mail (my mailbox fills after, oh I don't know, 2 days and I forgot to pick it up - oops) and guess what? There was a nice, handwritten note in there just for me. It made me all misty eyed and thinking about it now, I'm getting all sappy-weepy at work.

I have very wonderful friends and if I don't tell you all enough I'm sorry.

They say that you can't pick your family and they're right, but wrong, at the same time. Biology family does not make. I have picked people who are more my family than people I'm related to genetically and I love them. They're the best kind of family.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

blah

Alex, what is: How do I feel?

Sorry but I just haven't had time to share lately. I know it's only been what, 2 days, but it feels longer. Um, what's happened - nothing. Life is dull and boring. I need to get laid, but again what else is new?

I am thinking about revising my personal sex policy but then I don't think that's a good idea. It's worked really well so far and I don't want, especially at this point in my life, to have to explain to my parents (or anyone else for that matter) how I could not know the name of my baby's daddy, if you catch my drift. Maybe I just need to go shopping for some new, shall we say, accessories?

Either that or I need to schedule an appointment to get to Virginia...

It's sad to admit but I just took a moment to try and recall a time that I wasn't feeling the trauma of my lack of sex life and I can't. This is so not good.

Waiting for my endless summer...