Disaster Averted

I have come to realize that I need to start writing more about the silly things my mutts do. The boys are a source of endless entertainment and while they can be a well of frustration they are far more loving and comical than anything.

If it has not been clearly evidenced thus far in my blog, I have three dogs with vastly different personalities. Dane is the Old Man, aka Royalty and has been a crotchety s.o.b. since day one. He absolutely looks down on the other two for their antics and no, that is not me humanizing, all one needs to do is watch them interact for a moment and it is evident. Frankie is the Court Jester for sure. He is silly and sweet, playful, tail always wagging, and well… not always the brightest crayon in the box. Milo is a ball of energy, loving, and goofy. I often call him blockhead, or bulldozer as he will gleefully run amok, plowing through the chihuahuas, oblivious to their frustration as they are spun out from the impact.


This particular tale took place one day when I had just gotten home from work. The chihuahuas are confined while I’m gone and Milo has the run of the house. Whenever I get in, Milo dances and jumps following me down the hall to where the chis are kenneled. I am working on breaking Milo from jumping and I’m making some progress. Rather than jumping on me he is learning to jump in the air around me. It’s not exactly the, “Four on the floor,” dog trainer’s recommend but I’ll take it.

Anyway, we get to the bedroom and I let Dane and Frankie out of their crates, and all four of us head down the hall, their tails wagging, dancing around, happy to have me home, or maybe they are doing the potty dance, but it sounds nicer that they are happy to see me.

We reach the patio which leads to the yard and I see that Milo has found his toy, an “S” shaped curve of rubber (or some material) that he is carrying in his mouth. I do not like for him to take his toys outside as he never brings them back in the house.

All three dogs are at the back door, ready to burst out into the yard where they will bark at anything that moves and give the world hell. However, I make the mistake of asking Milo to drop his toy so I don’t have to retrieve it from the yard later. Milo is, for once, totally obedient. He immediately drops the toy… And it lands on Frank’s neck. Uh-oh.

Frank, now tethered with this heavy toy that just fell out of the sky begins to flail about, attempting to free himself. While I felt bad for him and was moving towards him to assist, I was also amused by his wild movements. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Milo has just spotted his toy moving and jerking about. He has no realization that the toy is moving because it is on Frankie.

In my head, the look on Milo’s excited face matches up to the dog in the movie, “Over the Hedge,” when he repeats the word “play!play!play!” I managed to block Milo in the nick of time and remove the toy from Frank’s neck right before Milo got ahold of it. Disaster averted!


Dane staring at Milo with disgust.

Afterwards I had to laugh at the image of Frankie and the toy, and the idea of Milo yanking him all over the place in his excitement. With all three of them safe and the toy out of any of their reach, I shake my head and let them out into the yard. As they run and bark I call my mother and utter a common phrase, “You’ll never guess what the boys just did.”


Coming Up Roses

I’m finally coming out the other side of the funk I was in. Life feels much more positive and hopeful again. Why was I in a funk to begin with? Because not feeling well takes a freaking toll. Because missing work because I don’t feel well takes a toll. Because I was feeling like I was letting everyone down but mostly myself. I was constantly on the defensive, at least on the inside feeling like I had to explain myself to anyone who asked. Here’s the reality: I don’t owe explanations to anyone.

With the flare ups I was having with GERD I was constantly nauseous and sometimes in pain. Now that I’m back on meds for that twice a day I’m feeling like a normal human being again. Which means everything else starts to shift into a better perspective. I’m still experiencing some anxiety but I’m working on that too. Lots of deep breathing throughout the day (not when I’m panicking but to help maintain calm). I’m also trying to get back to a normal sleep schedule. Things are slowly coming back together which makes me feel better mentally and emotionally.

My film class is going well. So far I have an A and my professor even gave me a “good job,” on my first film essay. It is only an 8 week course which means all the work of a 16 week course in half the time. I think it will be a little bit challenging but will also strengthen my fiction writing and give me a better perspective.

Now I’m off to enjoy my unexpected three day weekend. 100_0185_2

Lost & Looking

Right now I’m feeling a little lost and a lot impatient. I’ve been having flare ups lately- of GERD and anxiety. I wake up incredibly nauseous and then as I start trying to force myself to get up for work I have panic attacks. It’s a lovely combination really. The other night Daney butt was sick which scared me something fierce. I’m ready for school to be done. I’m ready to be self employed. I’m just… ready. Heck I would be tickled to be retired and spend my days volunteering for causes I believe in and spending time with all of those I love.

I need to focus on the here and now. It’s an issue I have struggled with my entire life. I’m always looking at the next thing, whatever that is. My mind is always going, ten steps ahead of where I’m at, spinning out of control and defeating myself, probably from exhaustion if nothing else.

I’m craving change of some kind. I’m needing something new. I’m needing to find some relaxation- the one thing in life I’ve never been good at. Well that and math. I’m a little lost right now but it’s ok, I’m looking to find my way again.

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Photo courtesy of Alessandra, Flickr Creative Commons. Original photo can be found by clicking on pic.

Happy 2015

Recently I turned 34 yBlue Happy New Year 2015 Greeting Art Paper Cardears old which has me thinking a lot. It’s odd, I didn’t have a hard time saying good-bye to my twenties. In fact it was more of a feeling of ‘good riddance,’ when it came to that. However, I’ve had an affinity with the number 33 my entire life so it was an age I looked forward to and dreaded leaving. It’s not just my birthday that has me thinking. It’s the holidays and the new year that has my mind in overdrive.

This time last year I was still nursing the wound left from  losing my Uncle John. There was a lot of uncertainty in my life and stress. Despite all of that I felt stronger than I had in a very long time. I felt like I needed to be strong for him because he would be. It also forced me to start admitting to the poor choices I was making in regards to my own health. While I have a long  ways to go I am working on eliminating or lessening the presence of chemicals in my life. I’ve faced one of my greatest fears and saw a GI doc which led to answers and now I’m learning to manage my conditions.

I started to feel a pressing need to get back to school. It was this unfinished project hanging over my head and I don’t like having anything hanging over me. Part of the reason I have not bothered with school is the annoyance of how long it will take to complete a degree. It’s funny where we find inspiration but I saw a quote online that said, “Don’t let the time it will take to complete a goal discourage you. The time will pass anyway.” It resonated deeply inside of me. At the last minute I managed to get into two classes this fall.

I have realized at this stage in my life I don’t feel old nor young. I just am. I am evolving and embracing and living, maybe for the first time ever. I am excited for 2015 and to have a blank slate. I know this year will be different for several reasons. Last night I went to a party for New Year’s, which I have never done in my life. My family has always taken the approach to  stay home where it is safe and call each other at midnight kind of celebration. Granted I was home before midnight but still, I went out. I’ve also never, ever rung in New Year’s with a friend and one of my bestest ladies actually went to the party with me and then crashed at my house.

Today, I was up by 8:15 am which is rather early for me. These changes, however small are making me happy. I’ve also opted to give up Facebook for the year. All resolutions tend to be broken quickly so I’ll have to see how that one plays out. I have a few other resolutions in mind but none that I want to share. While the public acknowledgment could lead to a feeling of accountability it could also lead to a sense of failure if my life path takes me in other directions. Just because something sounds like a great plan doesn’t mean it is what I should be focusing on. Time will tell and trusting one’s gut and intuition are key.

So today, on this first day of 2015 I am wishing you all love, peace, and prosperity. Be blessed people.

*side note, my blog is set to automatically post to Facebook so I’m not cheating 🙂