Some more cute Jack stuff. Then I'll stop, I promise.
This morning, I woke up on the couch (not fully clothed as usual, but in sleeping clothes, thanks to the fact that I didn't really get out of sleeping clothes all day yesterday) and Jack was still sleeping on the floor next to me. Actually, I'm surprised he was down there, because at some point during the night both he AND Lily were sleeping with me. Or on me. Lily on my torso and Jack curled up in the bend of my legs. I digress. So he was sleeping on the floor. Knocked OUT because he's been staying up all day long and sleeping all night (more on that later.) He was snoring a bit. He always wakes up before me and starts playing around, now that I'm allowing him out of the crate at night, but this morning he outslept me. So as soon as I started moving around, he lifted his head in the cutest sleepiness you've ever seen. So I picked him up and put him next to me on the couch. He snuggled up to me so close, putting his head on my pillow and rolling over on his back, stretched out as far as he could stretch his adorable little body. He just layed there and wimpered, half-snored, and sighed until he completely woke up, snuggled up next to me.
When I'm home, he can't sleep during the day. Because he follows me around everywhere (like most dogs do, I'm sure, but mine is special.) He gets so frustrated, stopping when I stop to try to work in a little nap -- under the desk while I'm at the computer, at the foot of the bed while I'm trying to make it, on the bathroom floor while I'm showering, or on the kitchen floor while I'm cooking (or trying to cook. Whatever.) I don't even care that he farts.
My God. I think this dog is a child, don't I? What have I become?
posted at 11:04 AM
This is what happens to me when my mind is idle.
I heard on the news a few minutes ago that Farmers Branch actually has a law that Christmas lights/decorations cannot go up before a certain time, and have to come down by the first Monday in January. Can you believe that? Who's to say that Christmas lights are, in fact Christmas lights? Aren't they just lights? They said they're not big at enforcing the law, and have only written one ticket a year for the past 34 years or somesuch. But, they did say they're not interested in changing the law. I just find this riveting.
Sometimes, when I take Jack out to go potty outside, I can't help but pick him up and carry him through the breezeway, down to the grass. Not because he can't walk, but because I want to hold him so close, squeeze him, and give him tons of kisses.
Speaking of Jack, he's been sneezing like crazy this morning. It's cute, actually. But what is he allergic to? Sweet baby.
Generally speaking, it's not a good idea to look at your bank statement and categorize your spending for a month, just to see where your money goes. Good Lord. I'm trying to (1) set up online bill pay and (2) create a budget for myself. Kind of a "start the new year right" sort of effort. I spend too much money. Way too much money. My car guzzles too much gas. Way too much gas. Not good.
I made my first dish in my Crockpot last night. It was a disaster. Chicken with Apple Pecan Stuffing. I prepared it according to the directions, not missing a step or improvising in any way. The stuffing turned to a mushy stuffing with apples, pecans, celery, and onions. Not fluffy and stuffing-like. Just a mush. Chicken was nice and tender, flavorful. But that vomit-looking shit on your plate kind of takes away from the overall eating experience. We ate it. Then threw out the leftovers.
If I have to see another Anna Nicole Smith commercial on television, I think I might put my foot through my TV.
Speaking of TV...Todd bought "Anchorman" yesterday. We tried to see this in the theater, but the fire alarms kept going off and we only got to see half of it. We finished it last night. What a funny movie. He also surprised me by buying "Garden State" on DVD. I had no idea it was already released -- the greatest movie of 2004. I can't wait to watch that one again.
I'm not ready to go back to work.
The tsunami death count is now over 100,000. Please keep those affected by the disaster in your thoughts and prayers.
posted at 10:46 AM
Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.
- Henry David Thoreau
posted at 10:15 PM
I had a wonderful Christmas. It was busy and hectic, but it was wonderful. We packed the presents and Jack up and drove to my hometown Wednesday night to have Christmas with my family. Thursday, we went out to dinner and opened presents. I got my Crockpot (!), which I not-so-subtly hinted to everyone in my family that I wanted. My sister had a DVD made, compiled of family photos from years past. We watched it after opening presents. I needed that. Friday morning we got up and went to my sister's to see what Santa brought Bailey for Christmas. Yes, Santa stopped by her house a day early. Holly had to work on Christmas day, so Friday was Bailey's Christmas. (Like he knows any different!) Sat around for a little while and relaxed, then loaded everything up and headed back to Dallas.
Friday night (Christmas eve) we went to mass with Todd's parents and my cousins. After mass, the egg nog and wine helped alleviate the stress of having three dogs in his parents' house at one time -- alternating when Jack could come out of his crate and when their dogs could run free in their own home. We got up Christmas day and had coffee, emptied our stockings, and opened presents (after alternating potty times for the animals.) Todd's gifts for his mom were so heartfelt and sweet that she cried at least twice while unwrapping them. His gift to me was beautiful, a necklace from Tiffany's that I'd mentioned I liked awhile back. This wasn't one of those subtle hints, just a comment I made one day while we were in there. And he remembered!
Todd's parents gave me a very interesting gift - "At Home Dinners" kitchen sessions. Basically, you go to this place and prepare about a month's worth of meals from fresh ingredients and then prepare them to be frozen. You take out a week's worth of meals to thaw in the fridge and follow the cooking instructions on the label and you've got a full meal ready-to-go! The fun part is going to the place and preparing the meals - you take a friend, drink wine, make new friends, yada yada yada. I'm really looking forward to it.
Anyway, after opening gifts and having breakfast, getting showered, we went to see "Meet the Fockers". I loved it. We all did. I think it was better than the first one. I really do. Sunday, we saw "Life Aquatic", a move I've been waiting for. Terribly disappointed. I fell asleep. Really. Almost got a crick in my neck.
I failed to mention that this past week I've also been suffering from a terrible cold or sinus something. Yuck.
So after it was all said and done, and Jack and I were back at home, Jack decided to start pooping blood. Of course, I panicked. I didn't rush him to the emergency clinic like last time. I called the vet and they said to monitor him for the day, and if it didn't get any better to bring him in. Well, it didn't get any better. I took him. I even gathered up some poop to take with me. And you guys know how I am about poop. All I could think about was, "Did he swallow a piece of one of Bailey's toys at my sister's house?", or "Did he eat some of that glass from the vase that Lily knocked over and shattered all over my bathroom floor?", "Was someone feeding him human food behind my back?" I'd gone over every scenario in my head. Poor Jack had traveled to at least five different homes over the past week, it could be anything.
After an exam, the doctor said he didn't think there was a "foreign object" in his intestinal tract. After taking a stool sample (no, he DID NOT use the one I brought), he said there was some abnormal bacteria in there. Got some pills, and we were on our way. Now, Jack is lying at my feet sleeping, and farting like madness. Good Lord.
I'm just enjoying the rest of my time off. Yesterday, I did nothing but stare at my dog all day. Today, I will be more productive.
I have so much to be thankful for, especially being able to spend Christmas with so many loved ones.
posted at 8:24 AM
This snow is amazing. The streets aren't bad, there's no ice, and what falls on your sleeve actually looks like a snowflake.
Now Todd, Jack and I just need to get on the road and out of Dallas, before everyone else and their dog tries to do so.
posted at 3:32 PM
My name is Lauri, and I'm a recovering neurotic.
As many of you know, I have several "habits" -- call them OCD, call them neuroses, whatever. Last night, Todd and I saw "Ocean's Twelve" and "Spanglish". Both movies were great, by the way. But as I was watching the terribly neurotic wife in "Spanglish", I realized something -- my OCD is slipping away from me.
My mom has always said that it would. Her prediction was that once I had children, I wouldn't have the time to be as OCD as I am now. I knew in my head that this was likely true, but I predicted I would simply replace those OCD habits with new ones that involve a child and his or her schedule and needs. I'm not sure where they've gone. I'm not sure if it's having Jack or being in love and throwing caution to the wind with everything...But so many of them have disappeared. For example:
1. I no longer care how my dishes are put away. My mix-match of coffee mugs no longer have to be grouped by color, size, or shape.
2. The tupperware (used here the same way "Kleenex" is used for "tissue", I own no real Tupperware) no longer has to be stacked neatly by size, the same way each time.
3. My CDs are a mess. Some are lying by the desk, others in the car, some are at work. They're all over the place.
4. I've thrown caution to the wind and have abandoned my shampoo rotation. I just use whatever I feel like using every morning, uninhibited by a schedule.
5. The house is messy most of the time. Not dirty, necessarily, but messy.
6. The bed doesn't have to be made a certain way -- I don't care if the down comforter is fluffed and folded just so. The pillows don't have to be stacked a certain way. I'm just lucky if the bed gets made.
7. I still have my kitchen counter cleaning ritual, although it is less frequent and sometimes half-assed.
Todd knows how neurotic I am. When he's unloading the dishwasher, for example, he always asks me how I like things, where I want them or how to place them in the cabinet. Sometimes I start to direct him in the task, and other times I just say, "I don't care." I have to remind myself how nice it is that someone else is doing it for me.
The only drawback I can see to this new life I've found is that I've also looked past some other habits that really need to be introduced back into the routine -- cleaning out Lily's litter box on a regular schedule, not letting the trash pile up on the patio before taking it to the dumpster, and let's not even get into the workout schedule that has disappeared into thin air. I still make lists like nobody's business, checkboxes and all. I still hang my clothes up the same way, in the same place every time. But everybody does these things.
I'm finding my balance, my happy place.
posted at 7:32 AM
Just some random thoughts.
Last night I made dinner for Todd, celebrating his first day at his new job, the job I think he is going to like very much. For some reason it was another repeat of "Everwood" last night, so we popped in a movie that we rented last week, "Full Frontal". A very disturbing, yet interesting film. But the black beans I made were delicious - black beans, tomatoes, green chiles, purple onions, cilantro. Yummmmm.
I have several vacation days left to take this year, so I'm working them in here and there. Today, I am at home. I'm going to do laundry, pay bills, clean the house...all that stuff that I didn't get done this weekend. I will exercise all the power I can muster not to go lie down on the couch. I can do it. I can resist the couch. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can...At least there's not much poop to scoop out of the litter box. Jack takes care of that. Loves the Lily poop.
I'm still searching for the "perfect gift" for Todd this year. I've got all kinds of ideas, but none of them are remarkable enough, I must keep thinking and searching. (A side note...I think that the Christmas sweaters get on my nerves so much because I know, I just know that those women completed their shopping months ago. They have garland hanging from the mantle and down their banisters, they've got decorated holiday cookies sitting on a tray in their kitchen. I know this.)
I find that my inspiration for my blog posts almost always comes while I'm brushing my teeth in the mornings. That's when my mind wanders into a strange place where I start obsessing over things and overthinking them. Obviously, I haven't brushed yet today.
posted at 8:41 AM
To those loved ones out there who read this blog:
If you wear Christmas sweaters, and find yourself full of the Christmas spirit in every way -- from your decorations to your Christmas PJ's -- please know that I love you for it, and envy you very much.
posted at 2:44 PM
I've not been making posts, but I've been thinking about things to post. Does that count as "effort"? Probably not.
For some reason, I'm just not a decorator. There's no room for a tree at my apartment, even if there were, I couldn't erect one because my animals would eat it and drag it through the house. Much like Jack does the contents of the trash can in the bathroom and the poop from Lily's poobox. Oh, and dryer sheets. I do, however, appreciate others' zest for decorating. Today, my Aunt B called needing 10 C batteries...immediately. I thought there was some life-saving device that required a shitload of batteries, but no, she just needed them for the cordless-light-up candles she purchased on the home shopping network. I told her she'd just have to wait. Again, not that I don't support the decorating efforts of others, but sometimes my job takes priority over batteries.
I am decorating a tree this year. My fake ficus tree that sits behind my television. It will be lovely. I didn't come up with this idea on my own, this was Todd's genius thinking. I also have stockings to hang for the animals, Todd, and me, but nowhere to hang them where the animals won't rip them down and drag them through the apartment. My friend Mary suggested taking them to the wall. I might try that, but no matter how out of reach they are, there is a chance that they'll be pulled down and dragged through the apartment.
Also, I love looking at Christmas lights. As long as they're not blinking or multi-colored, or what-not.
Holiday Themed Clothing
People, I cannot stand Christmas sweaters. Or Halloween sweaters, or "fall festival" sweaters. Sweaters with puffy little Santas or snowmen, or candycanes or little yarn snow all over them. I don't mind if you wear them, but I'm not going to. The other day, while out shopping, I saw this 60-ish year old woman, dragging her husband through World Market. She was wearing a turtleneck with little candy canes on it, a sweater over that with a nice little Christmas scene stitched all over it, red pants, fold over socks with bells on them, red shoes, and a couple of pins here and there to top off the adornment. She was over Christmasized in my opinion. I think she might have been wearing an "evergreen" scent of some kind. I almost forgot. She had some Christmas tree earrings on. Dangly ones. And her husband had his nice little green, white, and red plaid shirt tucked in as she was dragging him through the store.
I think I've already written about the Holiday Themed Clothing Family that goes to my church. Every Sunday, you can count on the mother, two daughters, the grandchildren (one is an infant) wearing complete themed clothing for the nearest holiday -- even four weeks out. Their closets must look like a costume shop. To each his own.
Normally, the Christmas music that stores start piping in on November 1 bugs the shit out of me. Grates on me. I warned Todd about this last time we went shopping. That it makes me a little crazy. A few days later we were out shopping again and he said, "For someone who hates Christmas music you sure do sing and hum a lot to it." He was right. I was in the spirit. I was singing and dancing a little to the piped in Christmas music at Pier 1! I think being in love definitely affects everything in your life, including your tolerance for "Frosty the Snowman."
So there you go. Hope that didn't come off as sounding bah-humbug, because I am totally in the Christmas spirit. I might get over to the pet store today to see if I can find Jack a nice little Christmas scarf.
posted at 1:16 PM
I have an ulcer on my cornea. I've never heard of this before, but given that I've been named "The One Woman Walking Medical Phenomenon" by my friend April, I guess this fits. Having an ulcer on my cornea means a couple of things:
3. Sensitivity to sunlight
4. Having to wear my glasses which have a prescription that is over 5 years old, which means...
5. Not being able to see, read, drive, which means
6. Being very frustrated, pissy, upset, intolerable to be around.
I'm supposed to not wear my contacts again until next Wednesday. I honestly don't think I will be able to take it that long. I cry most mornings on the way to work. Someone has to drive me around at night. Perfume, smoke, air fresheners, air conditioners and/or heaters, anything bothers my eyes and sends me into a watering frenzy.
So last night I was supposed to go to dinner with Todd and his family -- a celebratory dinner, for his new job. Todd had to come pick me up and take me back to his parents' house, then take me back home afterwards because I couldn't drive. He's so sweet.
Well, when he brought be home, we let Jack out and chatted for a little while. Then when he left, Jack ran to the door and sat there a couple of minutes, head cocked to the side, looking at the door, listening. When he realized Todd wasn't coming back in, he began to cry. I thought this was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen. Then the fumes from the toothpaste started to make me cry as well.
Happy Birthday to my friend Maili! Today, she is three decades old. Unfortunately, I won't be able to join her party tonight, given my Irritable Eye and Attitude Syndrome. Ughh. I do hope everyone has a great time and that Maili is able to let her hair down and enjoy the evening -- babyless.
I must quit writing and start the busiest Friday I've had in a while. I've got the screen resolution on my laptop set to 800x600 so that I can see the type. It's still very blurry, which makes me want to pull my hair out at least six times a day.
I resolve not to bitch or complain this weekend.
posted at 9:05 AM
It's been a while, I know...
I just don't have much to write about. Every day, I think, "I'm going to write about that in my blog", but it turns out it's always about stuff like poached eggs in the microwave or Law and Order - Special Victims Unit, or how adorable and perfect my dog is. And my cat.
Today, I'm wearing my glasses. For most people, this ain't no thang. But for me, it's quite a burden. The glasses aren't strong enough, because at some point, they reached a prescription that not only one but two doctors won't create lenses for. On top of that, they're quite ugly. And my eyes burn. Oh, how they burn. I thought I had pink eye, but I don't have that nasty crusty stuff you get in the mornings when you have pink eye. I think I likely scratched my eye, and it just needs some time to heal. Regardless, I am a menace to the streets out there, driving while wearing these glasses.
I've not put a DENT in my Christmas shopping. This year is going to be a LEAN Christmas if you know what I mean. Not only did I choose to buy my sweet, adorable Jack a month before Christmas, but I also decided to let him walk on the back of the couch with the cat where he could easily be pushed off and rushed to the emergency room. Just some unexpected expenses lately like that. And I'm not one of those Superwomen who starts their shopping in July... So I don't even have a back up plan. I typically just do TOO MUCH every year. TOOO MUCH. Well that's that. No more.
I left my under-the-desk heater on at work all night last night. I was in a rush to get to the pharmacy before it closed. That's my excuse. So this morning I came in and it was just purring like a kitten. I could have burned the place down. I could be home right now, enjoying the Animal Kingdom and resting my eye.
Right now I am eating guacamole with a spoon, out of a Ziploc container. And it's not even fresh, good guacamole.
Todd got a new job! It's the job he wanted in the first place...and it's a great fit for him. He's very excited about it, starts in a couple of weeks. I'm very excited for him! I love him.
Oh yeah, that "what's the perfect wedding gift?" question I posed a couple of posts ago? I got them a cordless drill.
What else...I can't think of anything. I've got my mind on my money and my money on my mind.
posted at 11:55 AM