Thursday, August 16, 2012
Must've just been the storms. Mars made NO attempts yesterday or last night to get on my bed.
I did however, find out he can open JARS. Whine. He got a jar of hot salsa off the kitchen counter - without breaking it - took it into the livingroom, where he managed to get it open & devour the entire thing. I couldn't believe my eyes - I just stood & stared when I found the empty jar.
Ok - if I leave the room I make sure all trash, bread, & anything else that even RESEMBLES food, is far FAR out of reach!! I won't even leave a CAN out anymore.... he would probably chew that open too.
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Currently there are 2 dogs in my house - one a failed foster named Ella, a sweet, timid Australian Shepherd mix. The other a foster - a beautiful chocolate brown Pittie - an older gentleman, but definately with a playful side & very loving. Oh yes - his name is Mars. (after the chocolate candy bar)
Although a stormy night would have been ok with me, the dogs did not appreciate it at all. I'm trying to remember all the events between 9 p.m. and 3:30 a.m.
1)Huge mistake - got mad at hubby & bro-in-law for totally ignoring me when I came in, so back in my room, when Mars acted like he wanted up on the bed, I just let him. (Shoot me) So he wouldn't stay off it the rest of the night. (Hubby's rule you see - no dogs, especially big ones, on the bed - he has his reasons as you will see)
2)Got Mars settled on a pillow by the bed, but then Ellabelle got all ruffled because of the storm & wanted to come to me by the bed, but Mars was there. So she sat & stared at me, shaking at times. I tried to comfort her to no avail.
3)I turned off the lights once & both dogs were right there nuzzling me by the bed, so I turned the light back on to see what the heck.
4)I got up SEVERAL times for different things - gave them a bone - turned off computers because of the extravagant light show nature was putting on - thought of trying the couch so Mars could be close to me, as he was still trying to join me in the bed. At one point was in the backyard with an umbrella coaxing the dogs to come out & pee - they thought I was an idiot, but they came out for a minute to try & please me, but never peed & then turned tail & went back in. Oh yes - & all this was AFTER I'd taken half an Ambien. lol
5)Oh yeah - gave both the dogs Benadryl - well for Mars it was his prescription antihistamine, & Ella the Benadryl. So then - Ella was still sitting there staring at me, but her eyes kept drooping & once she almost fell over - lol. Got her to lay down on her bed once, but only for a short time.
5)FINALLY, Mars was being so pushy about it, I gave up & decided if I was EVER going to get any sleep I'd let Mars up onto my side of the bed & he wouldn't bother Eric & we could all sleep. ERROR. He did EXACTLY what Eric had always told me a big dog would do. He got up there & literally PUSHED me over to the middle & took MY spot. Head on my pillow etc & I was smashed up behind his back. And that is how I fell asleep. I faded in a couple of times & that dog never moved the next 3 hours. About 6 something I woke up to pee & had had enough - I shoved him off the bed & told him it was over buddy.
Now I feel like I'm the one who had Benadryl - lol. But obviously, it's time for me to get more authoritative with him - lol. It's kind of like with my son - he was always such a good boy that we may have been too easy on him & now he's a bit flaky. Well Mr Mars is such a sweety-pie that everything he does is cute. But I can't let him "boss me around" either, He needs a loving and yet strong pack leader. We'll see. lol Not going to change that much but intend to have some boundaries. I went to the bathroom this morning & shut the door in his face - lol. Boundaries - haha.,
Monday, January 16, 2012
I discovered "dog rescue" videos on youtube over the weekend. I know what I'd like to do with my life now - lol?? The trouble is, I've got to make a living also.
What I've studied in school was "Medical Front Office," but my professor also said we should "Follow our passion," and there have been a couple of students who did their externship at a vet's office. The trouble is, this seems to me to be an irreversible decision. No medical office is going to consider that as experience in working in a medical office. One of my classes was medical coding basics, which I found to be VERY interesting. But at my age, would I ever be able to "break into the biz", ya know? And there's money for the certification test, yearly books to be bought ($300), yearly continuing ed just to keep your certification - never mind whether you have a job or not. Maybe it was a pipedream & unrealistic.
I just can't decide if I'm ready to give up on medical admin yet. Or - am I REALLY "giving up" anything? Is this totally the right move for me? I really do love animals, and even my husband says he just wants me to work somewhere that I ENJOY what I'm doing! He says that our age, he can't see doing something where we're miserable. And then I come back with - "How bout living in a HOUSE!?? Well, we have to PAY for that you know!" lol You can see $$ is an issue at our house.
Anyway - I want to follow my heart, but can't decide where my heart wants to go, plus don't want to be STUPID on a WHIM either.
Friday, January 07, 2011
The words "rats", has special meaning to me - LOL.
Mostly, when I say the word by itself, it makes me think of my dear little Dad, who passed away last year. Towards the end, the doctor decided to try ONE MORE blood transfusion to see if it helped him. She left it to ME to tell him the news. Even after being used to him for 3 years, I was still nervous that he would be angry with me. But after telling him.... he said..... "RATS!!!" Cracked me up ok. It was totally unexpected, as he was 93 years old & I'd never heard him use the word. It had mainly been used I think by my brother & I because of being introduced through the Charlie Brown cartoons. Anyway - I will never forget that.
Also, the word "Rats" was a word I swore off of for awhile - after pulling a DEAD RAT out from beside my refrigerator with my vacuum cleaner hose. Yes - I screamed. And did a little dance. I decided maybe I should stop saying the word so much - perhaps it was ATTRACTING the darn things. While it HAD provided a little excitement for my Dog, while it was still breathing & rustling around, it was more excitement than I cared for.
Now. I am back to "Rats." Another exercise busting INJURY. Nothing catastrophic, like broken bones or anything, but a good solid GROIN PULL. Which, due to compensating & going on, as started to affect the other side as well.
I've had this before & it takes FOREVER to heal. And a complete STOP of any exercise using anything below the waist. Used to be I could walk a little, as long as I didn't do ANY twisting movement.
What has brought it on each time I've had it?? Are you ready for this? Doing Leslie Sansone indoor walking tapes. How, on God's green earth, could ANYBODY injure themselves doing THAT!? And no, it's not from doing it every day. Only ONCE will do it. And then it's almost impossible to get rid of. All I have to do is twist the slightest little bit & SPRROOOING goes the short but shooting pain through half my body. Difference now is, I get lasting discomfort AFTER the sharp pain. IE: I'm getting older & not healing as fast.
And rather than boosting my appetite, exercise actually seems to HELP with it. So, I'm having more trouble than ever keeping a calorie deficit.
I haven't made a New Year's resolution for.... maybe EVER. But I got coaxed into "setting a goal" this year, see, & that's all it took. I planned to work on what I could while injured, but after several days, have yet to do so, & now the weekend is upon me - my worst behavior days. Well Fiddle-Dee-Dee. And Rats too.
I usually can't think up any words of wisdom to say to people who "quit" or "give up", & I'm not saying I am. Or... I just "can't help myself...." But I AM a bit agrivated that seems like every time I have a thought in my head that I AM going to succed this time & maybe PUSH just a little bit.... BAM... some kind of injury. And it's not always exercise related either. Once it was slipping on grandson's bandana on the kitchen floor, landing on my left arm - Oh thank you God that somebody had recently reminded me to NOT straighten your arms in a fall. So - I got a bad "jamming" through my elbow & shoulder, but no breaks apparently. But couldn't do anything with my left arm for months. (had just decided to start testing my limits & increasing weight in my ST)
I just wanted to make a little headway & get some of my good habits back before I start school in 2 weeks.
Ok - enough babbling for today.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
I'm supposed to go register for school tomorrow & I'm starting to panic for whatever reason. This is such a huge step for me - a housebound-selfemployed/housewife/mother for the last 20 years. And I've been ok with with it mentally up to this point - taking it ONE step at a time. But the last few days, I think being weak from this cold, I've started getting a little bit fearful. Have been trying to decide whether to only take ONE class, or all 3 at one time - the whole thing is ONLY ONE SEMESTER. It would be good, especially starting in the middle of the year, to get it ALL done, ya know? Instead of dragging it out until next DECEMBER. I'm just so unsure of my ability to learn this stuff. Alot of people say, "It CAN be done!", while others, like my sister, say, "Ooooh.. you better be carrreful.... When I took JUST ONE COURSE, I like to NEVER have gotten all the homework done. It was AWFUL!!! I'd work for 6 and 8 hours a day, & it was grueling!!" (accounting) She is a very "cautious" person, (& negative), & perhaps didn't have the best home situation for what she was trying to do either. I know all this. But then I wonder, will "I" have the discipline & mental capability? I'm going to be 51 years old NEXT WEEK - egad. lol That's another reason I don't want to drag this out.
Also, I've had an extremely stress filled year, from helping care for my aging father & then his death, to 2 Major family splits w/much animosity (not with my husband, ok), to a Chapter 7 bankruptcy, which we are in the middle of now. We go for our creditors meeting on the 30th, which is my husband's birthday. Mine is the day before, on the 29th. I sure wish I could have gotten this overwith before that. I guess I'll just be glad to have it done by Christmas, right.
Oh - my Health, you say? Huh...how bout that. I was on a good streak until the last 2 or 3 weeks, & I like totally fell off the wagon. And then got sick. I know I have to take care of myself if I'm going to pull any of this off.
Oh yes - the 23 lb turkey - got to go get THAT out of the freezer - maybe my brain is still working a little bit - I remembered that! There'll be 6 or 7 of us for Tday - alot less than many have to cook for, but more than I am used to. If I can just get over this cold & get the house cleaned up!
I'm rambling, so I'll quit now. Just feeling kind of overwhelmed, fearful & weak this morning.
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