This happened a while ago... but it's too good not to blog.
I was standing out front of a friend's house where we had a large cancer fundraiser. For the occasion a friend and I got gotten tank tops made up with "Fuck Cancer" on the front.
While we were waiting for a cab a guy walked up to me and said: "Eww... I wouldn't want to fuck cancer."
"I'd rather fuck cancer than AIDS," I retorted.
"Why," he said, "You can cure AIDS, you can't cure cancer."
WHAT??!! Really?
The worst part was that my friend agreed... And they thought that there was some big, government cover-up and all the rich people were being cured of AIDS.
Well guess what... if there was a cure for AIDS we'd know. I'm not saying that because I'm a glass-half-full kind of person, I'm saying it because if there was a cure the pharmaceutical companies would be making FAT cash off of it.
If you don't believe me, go around riding bareback. I dare you.
Friday, July 2, 2010
Laser Eye Surgery
I was never the "cool kid" in school. I started getting pudgy in grade 3, got glasses in Grade 4 and to complete the ensemble, braces in grade 6. I got contacts in grade 9, as well as lost a lot of weight, and got my braces off. Phew!
There are still cons about contacts: it hurts SO much more to get something in your eye (I would never drive with the windows down if my hair wasn't in a pontyail), they could be irritating, get stuck, and could rip easily.
As I grew older my eyes got gradually worse and worse. At one point they were deteriorating so badly I had to go back to the optometrist within 6 months because I had noticed a difference.
Around age 25 my eyes seemed to be slowing down, so at the end of December, when I was at the dye doctor, I asked for a consultation to get laser eye surgery. The eye doctor recommended Dr. Blaylock at the Valley Laser Eye Centre in Abbotsford. Both my parents had their surgeries done by him and were happy with the result.
Now let me say something: I HATE eyeballs. They are gross. I can't look when someone pulls down their eyelids, and it disgusts me when they show anything to do with eyes on tv or in movies (think pencil through the eye, thanks Grey's Anatomy.) The only reason I could put in my own contacts was because of my own vanity, and I would do it looking away from the mirror. Having surgery on my eyeballs absolutely scared the crap out of me.
At my first consult I found out that my eyes were worse than I originally thought: they were between -8.00 to -9.00. They were too bad for regular Lasik, so the nurse told me I'd probably need Intra-Lazik, or I-Lasik, which is similar to Lasik in healing time, but cut-free. I also had to have some yellow drops that numb your eyeball to check for glaucoma. At this point I literally began to feel faint and had to sit back and ask the nurse for a glass of water.
At my next pre-surgery appointment I had to have the eyedrops that make your eyes dilate. It was such a weird sensation. The brightness didn't really bother me, but I could see things farther away better than close up. It was like being an old person. I was sitting in the chair waiting for my dopctor, having to hold my magazine at arm's length to try to read it.
When I finally met Dr Blaylock he told me that due to my bad eyesight that Intra-Lasik wasn't even an option, and I might have to consider lens replacement. I almost started to cry. To me that's major, a "real" surgery. He then said that I could do PRK, but just barely. PRK is also a no-touch surgery, but it's a little more invasive than I-Lasik. It goes in and actually re-shapes the cornea of the eye, so it's a more painful, slower heal. However because it's no-cut it's better later on if you play sports etc... because you won't get hit in the face and have a piece of your eye come off. Lovely.
The day of the surgery in early February, I was a bit of a wreck. My blood pressure was way up. Thank God they eventually sat me down and gave me an Attivan. (They wouldn't give me anything stronger, believe me, I asked.) The whole office is super organized, people are in and out of the surgery room like a factory line.They wiped down my face with iodine and gave me some numbing drops.
Once I got into the operatory I laid down on the chair of the machine, which was actually really comfy, and the covered one eye with a cardboard mask. They did one eye at a time, and it was about 2-3 minutes an eye.
The first thing they did is clamp my eyelid open so I couldn't blink. (Not that I didn't keep trying.) Then they scraped off the outer layer of my eye. What they use to do it looks like a mini-fan that you see people with at ball games. Then they started up the laser. They told me to look directly at it. This was the best part. It didn't hurt, I just saw some lights and then a bit of a shadow. There was the smell of burning hair in the room, which they told me was the machine. Bullshit! Now I know what a burning eyeball smells like. When that part was over they washed my eyes with water. Not fun. Pretty much it was laser, rinse repeat ;) Then they put on some protective bandage-contact lenses to help heal the eye.
Dr Blaylock was really reassuring through the whole thing. He kept telling me to keep my eye still and stare at the middle of the laser and that I was doing great.
Ten or so minutes later I walked out of the operatory and I could see... kind of! I could read the clock, but it was still kind of blury.
That night my eyes were sore, so I took a Tylenol 3 and went to bed. I was thinking that it wasn't too bad, but the next night my eyes were crazy sensitive to light and it killed just to have them open. I sat in the dark by myself, listening to a movie.
A few days later I had to go back in to get the bandage-contacts off, which was a relief. With the PRK surgery it's more of a gradual increase in sight, but I was seeing things I hadn't for years without glasses... like my clock radio beside my bed.
As of now my vision is 20/20. Amazing, I know. When I look at a bright light I get a bit of a "starshine" going on, and this is due to a bit of astigmatism caused by the swelling from the surgery. This too is beginning to decrease as time goes by. In a few weeks I'm due for my 9 month check-up where we'll decide whether there's still enough astigmatism for a touch-up surgery of if we can leave it be.
Please, please let us leave it be! I'm 100% glad I had the surgery, but it's a once in a lifetime thing, not a twice.
There are still cons about contacts: it hurts SO much more to get something in your eye (I would never drive with the windows down if my hair wasn't in a pontyail), they could be irritating, get stuck, and could rip easily.
As I grew older my eyes got gradually worse and worse. At one point they were deteriorating so badly I had to go back to the optometrist within 6 months because I had noticed a difference.
Around age 25 my eyes seemed to be slowing down, so at the end of December, when I was at the dye doctor, I asked for a consultation to get laser eye surgery. The eye doctor recommended Dr. Blaylock at the Valley Laser Eye Centre in Abbotsford. Both my parents had their surgeries done by him and were happy with the result.
Now let me say something: I HATE eyeballs. They are gross. I can't look when someone pulls down their eyelids, and it disgusts me when they show anything to do with eyes on tv or in movies (think pencil through the eye, thanks Grey's Anatomy.) The only reason I could put in my own contacts was because of my own vanity, and I would do it looking away from the mirror. Having surgery on my eyeballs absolutely scared the crap out of me.
At my first consult I found out that my eyes were worse than I originally thought: they were between -8.00 to -9.00. They were too bad for regular Lasik, so the nurse told me I'd probably need Intra-Lazik, or I-Lasik, which is similar to Lasik in healing time, but cut-free. I also had to have some yellow drops that numb your eyeball to check for glaucoma. At this point I literally began to feel faint and had to sit back and ask the nurse for a glass of water.
At my next pre-surgery appointment I had to have the eyedrops that make your eyes dilate. It was such a weird sensation. The brightness didn't really bother me, but I could see things farther away better than close up. It was like being an old person. I was sitting in the chair waiting for my dopctor, having to hold my magazine at arm's length to try to read it.
When I finally met Dr Blaylock he told me that due to my bad eyesight that Intra-Lasik wasn't even an option, and I might have to consider lens replacement. I almost started to cry. To me that's major, a "real" surgery. He then said that I could do PRK, but just barely. PRK is also a no-touch surgery, but it's a little more invasive than I-Lasik. It goes in and actually re-shapes the cornea of the eye, so it's a more painful, slower heal. However because it's no-cut it's better later on if you play sports etc... because you won't get hit in the face and have a piece of your eye come off. Lovely.
The day of the surgery in early February, I was a bit of a wreck. My blood pressure was way up. Thank God they eventually sat me down and gave me an Attivan. (They wouldn't give me anything stronger, believe me, I asked.) The whole office is super organized, people are in and out of the surgery room like a factory line.They wiped down my face with iodine and gave me some numbing drops.
Once I got into the operatory I laid down on the chair of the machine, which was actually really comfy, and the covered one eye with a cardboard mask. They did one eye at a time, and it was about 2-3 minutes an eye.
The first thing they did is clamp my eyelid open so I couldn't blink. (Not that I didn't keep trying.) Then they scraped off the outer layer of my eye. What they use to do it looks like a mini-fan that you see people with at ball games. Then they started up the laser. They told me to look directly at it. This was the best part. It didn't hurt, I just saw some lights and then a bit of a shadow. There was the smell of burning hair in the room, which they told me was the machine. Bullshit! Now I know what a burning eyeball smells like. When that part was over they washed my eyes with water. Not fun. Pretty much it was laser, rinse repeat ;) Then they put on some protective bandage-contact lenses to help heal the eye.
Dr Blaylock was really reassuring through the whole thing. He kept telling me to keep my eye still and stare at the middle of the laser and that I was doing great.
Ten or so minutes later I walked out of the operatory and I could see... kind of! I could read the clock, but it was still kind of blury.
That night my eyes were sore, so I took a Tylenol 3 and went to bed. I was thinking that it wasn't too bad, but the next night my eyes were crazy sensitive to light and it killed just to have them open. I sat in the dark by myself, listening to a movie.
A few days later I had to go back in to get the bandage-contacts off, which was a relief. With the PRK surgery it's more of a gradual increase in sight, but I was seeing things I hadn't for years without glasses... like my clock radio beside my bed.
As of now my vision is 20/20. Amazing, I know. When I look at a bright light I get a bit of a "starshine" going on, and this is due to a bit of astigmatism caused by the swelling from the surgery. This too is beginning to decrease as time goes by. In a few weeks I'm due for my 9 month check-up where we'll decide whether there's still enough astigmatism for a touch-up surgery of if we can leave it be.
Please, please let us leave it be! I'm 100% glad I had the surgery, but it's a once in a lifetime thing, not a twice.
Here's a Strange One
A little before Christmas I started seeing a guy, let's call him BJ. Things started well, we met up at the dog park and hung out with his dog, then drove to have some sushi. That same night we went to see New Moon in the theatre.
There were a couple weird things though: 1. He wouldn't talk to me on the phone, only though Blackberry Messenger, and 2. He wouldn't tell me his last name (due to his job.)
We hung out a few more times, and he asked me to stay over and cuddle (no funny stuff) almost right away. He even let me know where his key was and I'd go walk his dog for him while he was at work. It almost seemed like we just popped into having a bf/gf type relationship right away.
One night we were sitting on the couch, about to go to bed, and he was checking on his hockey pool online. As he closed the window his MSN login popped up, with his email that contained his last name. I pointed at it and said "Oooh" then we went to bed.
While talking a few days later I made a joke about how he's not as mysterious anymore since I know his last name now. He was like "What?" and I told him how I had seen it over his shoulder when he was on the computer. He then called me a liar and accused me of sneaking through his stuff while he was out. He then "broke up" with me, as much as you can break up with someone that you aren't even exclusive with. He also said that I had said a few things to "scare him" but wouldn't give me any details. Ummm... you were the one that kept asking me to stay over, and you were the one that asks me to walk your dog... but I'M scaring YOU?
We decided to be friends. My other friend the "love guru" said that BJ knew that I'd seen the MSN over his shoulder, but wouldn't admit it, because then he'd be wrong and lose all his power. I found that one an interesting possibility.
A few days later BJ asked me to come over and watch a movie. I went over with my best "we're just friends" attitude and sat on the other side of the couch. Almost immediately he pulled me in to cuddle. Ok, I thought... what's going on here? While I was standing in the kitchen he even swatted me on the bum... and after the movie asked if I was gonna stay over. Thoroughly confused, I went home alone.
Our relationship continued this way. We were just friends, but very flirty, and I'd stay over at his house a few nights a week to cuddle.
I'd ask him to do other things, go for lunch or dinner or coffee, but he always claimed to be too broke, even though half the time when we were talking he was out with his friends or father, drinking.
Now, you may be thinking "BOOTY CALL!" And I'd agree, except for one thing... I was getting NO booty! Nothing, Nada! And it was driving me crazy. Sleeping in a bed half naked next to an attractive guy is hard. And not only did he not try anything, I was DENIED. I mean, I've denied plenty of guys sex in my day, but I can't think of a time that I never didn't get it when I wanted it.
So NOW you may be thinking "GAY GAY GAY" And I'd agree, except for one other thing, he'd want me to go down on him. But did he want to reciprocate?... Nope!
We had a few conversations about his. At first he claimed he was too tired for sex (but not too tired for a gummer?) Then he claimed that due to his being a Christian he wanted to wait for marriage, despite the fact that he's not a virgin. "So blow jobs are ok, but sex isn't?" I asked him... "Nope, neither." He replied. I was so, so, so confused. I just gave up on it. Cuddling was all he was going to get.
A few weeks later he decided to move. That morning we met up for a bit, and what do you know... BJ wanted a BJ. But this time he was ready to negotiate... If I gave him one now, he said he'd meet up with me later so we could FINALLY do it. Thoroughly sexually frustrated, I agreed. I also took his dog from him to babysit for a few hours while he moved. And what do I get in return? A message hours later that we had no place to go, he'd already given the key back to the landlord, and was drunk at the pub. Could I bring his dog there? Because he was too drunk to drive. I was livid.
He moved to the next town and would message me occasionally. We still talk every so often, and even hung out the other weekend. I know it will never go anywhere though.
After all of this, when he moved away and I had time to think about it, I can't believe I let myself be used so much. I was always available to help him out, but got nothing in return. He never even took me for the lunch he promised me for walking his dog so often. When we talk now I finally stand up for myself, and call him out when he's being an asshole. He just thinks I got meaner.
At least I've learned something: never date a guy that doesn't treat you well, no matter how hot he is. I'll never again lose who I am to fit in with what a man wants.
There were a couple weird things though: 1. He wouldn't talk to me on the phone, only though Blackberry Messenger, and 2. He wouldn't tell me his last name (due to his job.)
We hung out a few more times, and he asked me to stay over and cuddle (no funny stuff) almost right away. He even let me know where his key was and I'd go walk his dog for him while he was at work. It almost seemed like we just popped into having a bf/gf type relationship right away.
One night we were sitting on the couch, about to go to bed, and he was checking on his hockey pool online. As he closed the window his MSN login popped up, with his email that contained his last name. I pointed at it and said "Oooh" then we went to bed.
While talking a few days later I made a joke about how he's not as mysterious anymore since I know his last name now. He was like "What?" and I told him how I had seen it over his shoulder when he was on the computer. He then called me a liar and accused me of sneaking through his stuff while he was out. He then "broke up" with me, as much as you can break up with someone that you aren't even exclusive with. He also said that I had said a few things to "scare him" but wouldn't give me any details. Ummm... you were the one that kept asking me to stay over, and you were the one that asks me to walk your dog... but I'M scaring YOU?
We decided to be friends. My other friend the "love guru" said that BJ knew that I'd seen the MSN over his shoulder, but wouldn't admit it, because then he'd be wrong and lose all his power. I found that one an interesting possibility.
A few days later BJ asked me to come over and watch a movie. I went over with my best "we're just friends" attitude and sat on the other side of the couch. Almost immediately he pulled me in to cuddle. Ok, I thought... what's going on here? While I was standing in the kitchen he even swatted me on the bum... and after the movie asked if I was gonna stay over. Thoroughly confused, I went home alone.
Our relationship continued this way. We were just friends, but very flirty, and I'd stay over at his house a few nights a week to cuddle.
I'd ask him to do other things, go for lunch or dinner or coffee, but he always claimed to be too broke, even though half the time when we were talking he was out with his friends or father, drinking.
Now, you may be thinking "BOOTY CALL!" And I'd agree, except for one thing... I was getting NO booty! Nothing, Nada! And it was driving me crazy. Sleeping in a bed half naked next to an attractive guy is hard. And not only did he not try anything, I was DENIED. I mean, I've denied plenty of guys sex in my day, but I can't think of a time that I never didn't get it when I wanted it.
So NOW you may be thinking "GAY GAY GAY" And I'd agree, except for one other thing, he'd want me to go down on him. But did he want to reciprocate?... Nope!
We had a few conversations about his. At first he claimed he was too tired for sex (but not too tired for a gummer?) Then he claimed that due to his being a Christian he wanted to wait for marriage, despite the fact that he's not a virgin. "So blow jobs are ok, but sex isn't?" I asked him... "Nope, neither." He replied. I was so, so, so confused. I just gave up on it. Cuddling was all he was going to get.
A few weeks later he decided to move. That morning we met up for a bit, and what do you know... BJ wanted a BJ. But this time he was ready to negotiate... If I gave him one now, he said he'd meet up with me later so we could FINALLY do it. Thoroughly sexually frustrated, I agreed. I also took his dog from him to babysit for a few hours while he moved. And what do I get in return? A message hours later that we had no place to go, he'd already given the key back to the landlord, and was drunk at the pub. Could I bring his dog there? Because he was too drunk to drive. I was livid.
He moved to the next town and would message me occasionally. We still talk every so often, and even hung out the other weekend. I know it will never go anywhere though.
After all of this, when he moved away and I had time to think about it, I can't believe I let myself be used so much. I was always available to help him out, but got nothing in return. He never even took me for the lunch he promised me for walking his dog so often. When we talk now I finally stand up for myself, and call him out when he's being an asshole. He just thinks I got meaner.
At least I've learned something: never date a guy that doesn't treat you well, no matter how hot he is. I'll never again lose who I am to fit in with what a man wants.
At the Movies: Grown Ups
We were in the mood for something funny when we chose to see Grown Ups. It stars Adam Sandler and Chris Rock, after all.
Gown Ups is about five childhood friends who reunite after the passing of their basketball coach passes away. With their quirky families in tow, the boys get together in the coach's lake house for a Fourth of July weekend of reliving their childhoods. Chaos ensues as the parents realize that growing older doesn't mean that you have to grow up. You're never too old to let loose, be goofy, and have fun with your friends and your kids, sometimes even at the same time.
You know how certain comedies look funny in the previews, but the preview includes most of the really funny bits? And then there are others that are so funny all the way through that you spend 2 hours hoping you don't pee your pants? Well Grown Ups is somewhere in between. Although it was funny, and I enjoyed myself, I went in expecting a funnier movie than I got. The redeeming quality of Grown Ups is that it took me back to the summer camp days. And now I want to go to the lake, and I want to go camping. What is it about spending time camping lakeside that transforms us back to those carefree childhood summers?
Grown Ups is definitely a family movie. And it is a movie that the family will enjoy. It's well paced, so it doesn't drag. It will entertain you, no matter how old you are. And you will laugh, but maybe not as much as you expected.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
New Segment - Health and Fitness
I am a mountain biking tomboy. I am a biologist. I am a certified Spinning instructor.
I am overweight.
I have been putting the needs of others before my own needs for the past year. I eat when I have time, and I eat whatever is around at the time. I have not been exercising. And the results have been predictable.
I have gained weight. I have lost muscle mass. I am out of shape.
I am now ready to put myself first again. I will be watching what I eat and planning my meals better. I am in the process of getting my own indoor bike so I can work out regularly again. I have lived like this before, and felt great. For 5 years I taught 5+ spinning classes per week. I watched what I ate. I felt great.
I am ready to reacquaint myself with old habits. To get myself back.
As I do this, I will bring you on my journey. I will share all I have learned, and re-learned. I will tell you about my workouts, and my eating plan.
This will be a weekly segment - with its own spiffy header link.
Welcome to my health and fitness journey!
Thoughtless Thursday: Blog Awards!
It's that time again. Time for ...
I recently received three blog awards and I thought I'd post about them today for Thoughtless Thursday! So today will be a little more thought-FULL and a little less thought-less. Plus, I have no pictures to share (ducks head again from rotten fruit being thrown) but I promise I'll remedy that this weekend.
So here we go (as soon as I pause for this message from our sponsors, i.e. - I need to run downstairs and grab a Coke)
Ahhhhhhh. Refreshing. Okay. Back to the awards. The first loverly lady to honor me with an award was Julie over at Brown Eyed Belle. What's not to like about this girl? She's darling AND a southern girl. Fantastic combo. Julie gave me this award ...
And the rules of this award are to write out 5 (well, she did 10, but I'm going to do 5) things about yourself and give the award to 5 bloggers. Well, you all know me well enough to know I'm giving all 3 awards to ALL of you. I can't choose just 5, I love ALL my sweet readers! Not to mention I'm indecisive like that ... So here goes. 10 things about myself ...
1. Saying I like Disney would be an understatement. I cry at the sound of "When You Wish Upon A Star". I tear up upon entering Disney World. At any given time, if the chance between a beach vacation and Disney World were on the table, I'd choose Disney World. Hands down.
{Look at this place, isn't it neat ...}
{You've never had a friend like me ...}
And yes, those captions were from songs in Disney movies ...
2. I love the color teal (obviously from the fact that it's ALL over my blog) more than the normal person should love a color. Even if JLO DOES say it's the color of gangrene. What does she know, besides the fact that her love don't cost a thang? Now don't worry, I'm not like one of those people from Tacky House (have you seen this show?) where my house looks like teal joined a fraternity, went out and partied, had too much to drink and vomitted all over it, BUT I do gravitate towards it in an unhealthy way. And I think I've cursed my little sister with the same obsession because she TOO now loves all things teal. It's my fault. I guess it could be worse. But I kinda couldn't be prouder ... The following pictures make my heart (and my eyes) happy ...
3. I have a problem with finishing things I start. Like a lot. Who wants to start a new hip hop dance class? ME! Who wants to buy a new aerobics video and commit to doing it every day, twice a day? ME! Who wants to paint every room in their house, clean out all their closets and redecorate every single room while they're at it? ME! Who wants to help me finish all these projects? Anyone ... ? Anyone ... ? I actually have really good intentions. Really I do. And I'm working on following through with things I start. Actually I've been working on it for awhile and I'm getting better (at least I THINK I am, ask the Mister who's the best "finish what they start-er" EVER, kinda makes me sick ...)
{I want to be the pirate ... I think?}
4. I love animals. With my whole heart and soul. I know that sounds corny, but there is nothing that will tug, tear and rip up my heart more than to see an animal suffering. I literally scower the sides of roads as I'm driving to make sure I don't see an animal that is lost or hurt or needing help. And if I do, I WILL park my car, more than likely somewhere dangerous, to get out and help the animal in need. Two examples. One Saturday at my parent's house when I was still in college I went to let their labs out in the back yard and noticed a bird sitting a LOT closer to the back door than a bird normally would. I walked out the door and he didn't fly off, however something looked like it was wrong with his wing. Of course, I start crying hysterically panic and start calling every place in the phone book that I can find that would possibly take injured wild animals. I finally find one, (30 minutes away from my parents house) so I somehow shuffle the little guy into a box that I have filled with towels, bring this now freaking out spazzing pidgeon sweet little bird through the house to the garage and into my front seat and proceed to drive over 30 minutes with a bird in the front seat of my (who probably has rabies and every other gross disease wild animals can have, not that I ever care) car that, every time it jumps, flaps its good wing, or MOVES I come close to driving off the highway while silently screaming (I don't want to freak it out even MORE) praying it doesn't somehow regain the use of it's wing and start flying amuck in my car. Thankfully I finally got the little guy there and they took him in, promising they'd repair his wing and set him free. Phew. Second story - I was driving from my parents house (I see a reoccuring theme with my parents house going on here ...) and as I come over a small hill on a busy 3-lane street there is a YORKIE standing in the MIDDLE of the street! Thankfully I was the only one on the road at that point, however there were sure to be cars coming behind me soon. I gasped so loud I'm sure the little guy heard me and proceed to pull my car over into a turn lane and jump out, whilst leaving it running ... I then see that cars are starting to come, and the yorkie (who thinks this is a game of chase apparently) is still standing in the middle of the road, looking at me like "Come on, try. I BETCHA can't catch me ..." wagging his tail like he's not standing in the middle of a vehicular fire squad and I'm thinking "MAN I love animals, but I HATE this little dog right now! Come HERE you crazy little mutt!" As the cars start to come, I do the only thing I can think of. Stand in the middle of three lanes of traffic, arms outstreched, palms out as if to "halt traffic" and mouth the word "STOP!" Traffic stops, meanwhile I'm pretty sure people started calling 911 to have the authorities come pick up the nut that must've escaped from the closest mental institution and then I realize it. The little booger has taken off. He's running. RUNNING. Towards more main streets and intersections. So what do I do? Take off running after him ... and I don't know if you know, but yorkies are FAST! I'm assuming it's because they're so little. So now, traffic has resumed, the authorities are on their way (with straight jackets in tow) and I'm SPRINTING on the sidewalk after a little yorkie in a plaid collar. Thank the Lord I had just finished running and was in my running attire. Pulling this business in flip flops would NOT have been pretty. He finally decides to turn and go down a neighborhood street and I try and corner him by backing him into a doorway of the entrance to a house. As I come towards him (all the while talking baby-speak and telling him what a good boy he is, meanwhile cursing him in my head) he leans back on his front paws, puts his butt in the air, shakes his tail and takes off. AGAIN. So the running ensues. All of the sudden a black Range Rover pulls down the street, the window rolls down to reveal this perfect, country-clubbing, blonde little mom. She leans out of her car and says "Is that your dog?" to which I answer "No (gasp) I (gasp) don't (gasp) know (gasp, wheeze, gasp) who's (gasp) dog (gasp, gasp, gasp) it is (gasp) I (gasp) just (gasp, wheeze, wheeze) saw him (gasp) in the (gasp) middle of (gasp) the street (gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp, gasp)" and she then tells me to get in her car and that she saw me running down the road like a crazed maniac and thought I needed help (clearly I did). So we begin to follow him in her Rover. We get to the end of the street and she corners him while I sit in the car (still gasping and wheezing) and he flippin' COMES to right to her! I'm too tired (and wheezy) to be offended at this point, I'm just happy we she caught the little guy before he took his 400 meter dash the other direction into on-coming traffic. She sets him in my lap where I have to resist the urge to strangle him check his collar for a phone number or address and low and behold, he lives TWO HOUSES AWAY from where we currently were. AND, to add insult to injury just guess what his name was? That's right. It was KODA. It had to be meant to be. I know I would want someone to be there for MY Koda if he got out of the house and I was in the right place at the right time for their Koda. We got him to his house and the owners were SO greatful that we had found him that they hugged us both. The woman that actually caught him said to the owner "Well you really need to thank this girl (pointing at me) because she chased him down Parker (the street where my parents house was) and is the one that him out of harm's way" ... The Good Samaritan then took me back to my, still running, car parked in the turn lane of a 3 lane street and we both went on our ways. I'm not sure I've ever slept so good as I did that night.
5. I have a slight love affair addiction to Diet Cokes/Dr. Peppers. Before I got pregnant I probably drank close to 6 - 8 a day. The hardest thing I had to deal with this pregnancy is cutting back my Diet Coke intake to one a day. Not the morning sickness. Not the headaches. Not the (recently occuring) back aches. The having to break up with Diet Cokes. Oh how I miss thee. And it doesn't help that water and I don'tsomuch get along. And by don't get along I mean I hate it. But I make myself drink it because I know it's good for the baby. I've been drinking it in a plastic sports looking cup that has a straw beause anything that has a straw I seem to consume faster that being the reason my Mister takes them out of margaritas when I used to order them ...
{Oh DC, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways ...}
Now, onto the following two awards that I was given by miss Sam at Life Is Beautiful ...
Thank you SO much sweet Sam!!! Okay, the rules for the second one are very similar to the blog award I listed above, so I'm going to let my 5 things count for the 7 things they ask you to list. The rules for the first one are to tell 3 things you love about yourself (which will be hard, because I'm not one to go toot my own horn) and then post a picture you love. So here goes. Three things I love about myself. I think I'm kinda funny sometimes. But usually the times I think I'm funny, no one else does. So I end up laughing at myself, by myself. Second, I'm tender-hearted (or so my Mister says so) I have been told I have a lot of compassion for people and circumstances which I will agree, I'm easily moved and stirred towards things. Which can sometimes be a bad thing. Being upset for half a day because you weren't able to save an already dying Roly Poly isn't. normal. Third, I have an ability to easily shrug things off. Which can be a bad thing as well. I'm working on not letting the things that really make a difference, and that should be addressed, go.
And a picture I really love? Well that's easy ...
{Our sweet baby's profile pic. Soon to be replaced by updated pics at our gender sono TOMORROW!}
And that's it for today ladies. I'm sorry it took so long for me to post this today but my computer is acting prehystoric and I've literally been composing this since 10am. It is now 12pm. I feel like I just answered one of those questions on the myspace quizzes people used to post ... they would always start with "What time did you start this quiz?" and inevitably end with "What time did you finish this quiz?" ... So now that I FINALLY have McStinky up, come back and link up your Thoughtless Thursday posts, I can't wait to see what you posted!!!
And Isn't it Ironic - Don't you think?
I see this cute boy at the dog park all the time. We smile. We chat. We flirt.
Today cute guy came with a cute girl.
Boo.
Could it be a sister or a cousin?
Sure.
But doubtful.
Very doubtful.
I'm hoping someday soon life will help me out in the romance department.
Mine has been the curse of the 'best friend' and/or favorite mountain biking/hiking buddy.
Mine has been the curse of the 'best friend' and/or favorite mountain biking/hiking buddy.
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