the dog ate it
making the best of it
just another conversation
I've started to record bits of conversation that occur at our house. This one took place yesterday morning betweem my spouse and me.
T.: "Can you send a Facebook message to someone who's not your Friend on Facebook?"
Me: "You can. I get emails all the time from strange men saying they can't live without me."
T.: "You do?"
Me: "Yes, sometimes they say they saw my photo and that they can't stop thinking about me."
T.: "Wow."
Me: "I especially wonder about those because my profile photo is of the dog."
(Conversation interrupted by laughter)
Me: "I think they might be spam."
T.: "In those cases, I hope they are, because the alternative is disturbing."
43 things (part one)
Yesterday was my birthday. I decided that it would be fun to write a post with 43 things that I had never written about on the blog. This proved to be quite a challenge, especially since I don't seem to have a lot of writing time these days (and it was my birthday, after all).
I've decided to post the list in stages, since I stil only have less than 20 and a post with 43 things would be way too long to be interesting (and I'm hoping this is interesting).
So here goes:
1. I am 43 years old (hence the 43 things).
2. I've decided that I want to lose 44lbs before my 44th birthday.
3. My most memorable birthday presents were my little black dog (who was a Mother's Day, birthday and Christmas present all rolled into one), my trip to BlogHer in '07 and the red bike with the banana seat that I got for my seventh birthday.
4. I wear much less make-up now than I did when I was fifteen.
6. I'm married but I have never celebrated my wedding anniversary. I have celebrated the anniversary of the beginning of our relationship. In March, it will be 20 years (we've been married for 14).
13. I can't curl my tongue, although both kids and my spouse can. This makes me feel oddly left out.
ok
10 in june part two: writing through heartbreak
Update: The vet called this evening. It's cancer. We have some choices to make but none will be easy.
It's Rainy Day in Morgantown
Well, here it is Wednesday, May 12, 2010. It's my sister's birthday. Happy Birthday to her. I won't say how old she is. If she wants to tell, that's up to her.
I'm still doing well on the Belly Fat Cure. I feel better. Now I can recognize how crappy I felt while I was still on sugar. Several people left comments about how much better they felt after getting off of sugar—and how much more energetic they were. It's true people. Get off of sugar before it kills you.
It's been really rainy here for a couple of days now. Not the kind of weather you want to go out in. So it hasn't been good for walking. I do try to play with the doggies though. But they're both so big, it's hard to play with them indoors.
Not much else is happening.
10 to do in May
For the last few months, I've been playing along with a group of folks over at BlogHer who've formed a group called "List Lovers Unite." I'm a sucker for "to do" lists and I've found the practice of making monthly to do lists to be rather compelling.
Sticking to the list, however, has yielded mixed results. Here's how I did with April's list (as with previous months, completed tasks are in blue, partially done tasks are in green and the tasks I didn't even started in purple):
1. Write a first draft of the short story I've been kicking around. (I wrote an outline)
2. Spend an average of eight hours writing per week. (Not even close)
3. Do strength training at least once a week and continue with the five hours of cardio per week. (I'm very pleased to have started the strength training, which I did, for at least a few minutes, five times in four weeks. I fell a couple of hours short with the cardio, though. I need to remind myself on rainy days that I'm not made of sugar).
4. Sort through my clothes (carried over from February and March). (I bought some clothes but my closet is still overflowing with stuff I can't or don't wear).
5.Make summer plans for my family. (we are going to Blue SkiesMusic Festival this year and have tentatively planned another couple of trips but I have yet to sit down with a calendar and nail it all down)
6. Brush my big (shedding) dog once a week and my smaller (non-shedding, tangling) dog every other day. (I brushed the big dog once and the little one twice. I did take Lucy to the groomer on Tuesday, though. She's been shorn now, so now I really only have ears and tail to brush for a while)
7. Update my Ravelry project page.
8. Finish another scarf.
9. Make soup twice. (the jambalaya in the slow cooker when I wrote last month's post was the only soup I made. It was a good one, though)
10. Get a hair cut. (Done. And I feel much better with shorter hair)
I did get something done that had been on my previous month's to do list. I bought a bathing suit. And then I wrote about it for BlogHer and even posted a photo of myself.
I'm still reeling from that one.
Around the middle of the month, I realized was feeling very grumpy. I figured out that I was unhappy because, while I wasn't necessarily getting anything done, I also wasn't having any fun. I had to remind myself that, as I'm the one attempting to give my life more structure, I'm also the one who needs to give myself permission to be flexible.
When I drew up my goals for this month, I decided to incorporate time to read, relax and be creative (a bit ironic, I know) and to set aside time to specifically attack this list.
Things to do in May:
1. Spend an average of eight hours writing a week (I'm already behind. Sigh. I have started to edit the first draft of my novel, though, so that's something).
2. Do strength training at least twice every week (Did it once last week, so I'm behind there too).
3. Do an average of five hours of cardio every week (On track. Yay!)
4. Make soup twice (I've already made and eaten a big batch of sweet potato, red lentil and spinach soup).
5. Sort through my clothes (carried over from February, March and April - but I really do want to get this done).
6. Finish making summer plans for my family.
7. Go to at least one bike store and do some test rides (That should be fun. Also, my bike has started to make some pretty scary noises when I pedal or change gears).
8. Spend one afternoon every week doing something fun or relaxing (Last week, I spent part of Mothers' Day finishing Water for Elephants, which I loved reading. This week, I'll spend Thursday afternoon either reading or knitting. I need to make the space in my life to do the things that restore my energy and my creativity).
9. Finish one knitting project (I made a bunch of dish clothes and a dish towel for a friend and gave them to her, so this one's done already).
10. Spend one afternoon per week just dealing with this to-do list (last week it was Wednesday and this week it will be Wednesday, too).
Anyone else out there still working on the monthly list? How's it working for you?
pictures big and little
10 things to do in april
inside laurie's head
jealousy
writing fiction and discovering that I don't have the talent for it
Scrabble
blogging and my journal
Thanks to Mocha Momma and Dancing Mermaid for inspiring me to do this.
sunday was a good day (by lucy, as told to laurie)
On Sunday, two of my humans and I went to a very special birthday party.
There was cake.
The birthday girl turned 17.
She looked very pretty.
A good time was had by young and old (I thought S. was a little too cuddly with that puppy).
It was fun to be at a party.

eye witnessed
random. out of necessity
"Texas doesn't have a drug repository that would take this medicine and pass it on to someone who needs it, and she hates to see it go to waste, as do I.Any ideas, readers?Obviously, we can't break the law and put this stuff on eBay or Craigslist, so I am looking for legal ways to get these expensive drugs to someone who can use them."


recipe for low-tech fun
1. Take down kids' playhouse that has been up for almost a decade.
2. Leave dogs unsupervised in back yard.
3. Set two six year old boys up with sprinkler and water slide.
4. Leave six year old boys unsupervised for two minutes.
5. Find small lake filling hole previously dug by dogs.
6. Consider becoming annoyed but remember how much fun you had playing in the mud as a kid.
7. Sit and knit while boys dip their hands in the water.
8. Watch as boys wade into mud hole.
9. Listen to imagination game as boys run mud through their fingers.
10. Observe the inevitability of mud in fingers leading to mud covering bodies and faces.
11. Intervene only when mud is being flung against the house.
12. Watch boys rinse mud off house.
13. Interrupt game only when it is time to leave.
14. Ignore pleas for five more minutes.
15. Hose boys down.
16. Drop one boy off at home.
17. Apologize for mud encrusted in ears and other places.
18. Smile every time you think of those two boys covered in mud.
choosing to feel relief
Have you ever been so afraid of something that you've been unable to talk about it
That happened to me early last week when I found a lump under my dog's front leg (in what I keep thinking of as his arm-pit). My heart stopped. I took my hand away and checked again and it hadn't gone away.
As memories of finding the lump in my breast came flooding back, I found myself saying out loud, "This just can't be anything. Lumps can happen for all sorts of reasons." But I felt really queasy.
Over the next couple of days, I kept checking (my poor dog was getting rather irritated with me). The lump clearly didn't bother him (but neither did mine). It felt hard to the touch (bad) but it seemed to move around a bit (good - but I wasn't sure this wasn't just wishful thinking on my part).
Last Thursday, I bit the bullet and took him to the vet. He felt at the spot and said, "It's a fatty tumour." He put his hand on my arm and said, "Am I worried about this? No. And it's not bothering him but if you are worried, I can remove it. Or I can do a biopsy."
"It's benign?" I stammered.
"Yes. It will grow slowly and he will probably get others but unless it starts to bother him, we don't need to do anything." And then he repeated, "I am not worried."
It was a good appointment. The vet pronounced both dogs to be "perfect" (I'd brought in Lucy, too), gave them their shots and told me to have a good summer.
So I left, feeling europhic.
In the last week, I have felt some niggling doubts, though. I know too much about cancer. I know far too many stories of people who were told that lumps were very unlikely to be cancer, only to find out the worst. Why would dogs be any different?
But the truth is, that I don't know what I would do if the lump were a cancerous tumour. Probably nothing very different. I can't imagine subjecting my dog to cancer treatment.
It was so hard losing Emma but she had lived a long life. I cried for Eli, who died a few weeks ago (we still owe him a eulogy). Losing Jasper, though, who's only nine, would break my heart. We call him my boyfriend (especially when we exchange meaningful glances and sneak off to bed together). He is sweet and quirky and very, very smart (he hid behind me when the vials came out for the vaccinations, even before he saw the needles). He's an old soul, too, as many have remarked. I am choosing to believe that all is well. The alternative does bear consideration.