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Tonite's bit of wisdom.
Friends are much like teeth. If you don't take care of them they'll probably go away.
I thought of that earlier. Apropos of nothing. Just going up the stairs. It's weird where my wisdom appears isn't it?
Oh, and Cavalier Idol voting has started! I entered Conan and Charlie this year. Conan is contestant #329 and Charlie is contestant #330. Voting is $1.00 per vote. It goes to help Cavalier Rescue and is tax deductible. Please vote for them. They already have 2 votes each, but Bucky from Florida already has 110! Help me stuff the ballot box everyone!
I thought of that earlier. Apropos of nothing. Just going up the stairs. It's weird where my wisdom appears isn't it?
Oh, and Cavalier Idol voting has started! I entered Conan and Charlie this year. Conan is contestant #329 and Charlie is contestant #330. Voting is $1.00 per vote. It goes to help Cavalier Rescue and is tax deductible. Please vote for them. They already have 2 votes each, but Bucky from Florida already has 110! Help me stuff the ballot box everyone!
No joke. I suck at blogging.
Possibly its because I really have nothing of import to share. Life here in Dogtopia is rather routine. Eat, sleep, shit...and that's just what the dogs do. I'm kind of comfortable with routine these days. Maybe I'm just getting old. I remember being younger and wanting to be out every night and with friends as much as possible. I still love my friends and want to spend time with them, but out every night? No way man. I'm old. And crotchety.
Like I said, nothing much changes. I spin and I forget to take pictures. I knit and I forget to take pictures. Sometimes I even buy yarn, and I forget to take pictures. Ahhh, routine...
The only real news is that I've been fostering dogs for Cavalier Rescue . They're the group that gave me Sydney and Charlie. I've always given them money, but in honor of Sydney now I give them time too. I've only had 3 foster dogs, 2 of which were a bonded pair.
Toby and Izabela. The sweetest pair of dogs you'll ever meet. It was like taking care of one dog they were so sweet and easy tempered.
Izzy is the wee-est thing and Toby is the largest cavalier I've ever run across. He's also one of the happiest, and he shows it with his whole body.
I had them for a month and then they were adopted by a wonderful couple, both research scientists, who were home most of the day. You know you've found the right people when a shy, timid dog like Izzy goes right up to a man and sits there and lets him pet her without even flinching. She was on his lap in minutes. He calls her his princess.
Unfortunately after about 2 weeks the husband was diagnosed with an acute form of Leukemia and Toby and Izzy have been staying with a friend. Though they're not suffering for it. Not even remotely. The friend has a cavalier of her own, and a terrier and a dashschund. Toby and Izzy have their own room, with their beds ON TOP of a bed, and steps for Izzy so she can just trot on up them and get into bed. And there's a doggy door that Toby isn't afraid of and uses so he can go outside and investigate to his heart's content. And they're loved. Their adoptive parents have visited with them, now that the husband is out of the hospital for a bit. I was there the first time they visited and cried to see how happy the pups were to see their parents and how happy their parents were to see them! Especially their dad. He needs to get better so they can come home. Besides, Izzy picked HIM and she's not the kind of dog to do that easily or often.
Charlie, or New Charlie as we called him here, was our most recent foster.
(does that face remind you of anyone in particular?)
Came to us from a horrible background and with all sorts of bacterial infections and other junk. But sweet. So sweet. And forgiving. I think you could've beaten him and he'd still just look at you adoringly and want to snuggle. Poor little guy started suffering from abcesses on his feet about 10 days after coming to live with us.
We were constantly at the vet getting them drained, and it seems like he never got off of antibiotics. He was so brave about all of it too. He went to his new family about a week ago (August 22nd). Talk about having a wonderful new life! His new mom even says that he was loved before he even got there and this is the home he'll have forever, no matter what. He's got a cavalier brother named Rowdy, and a spaniel sister named Abigail (who has diabetes and is blind, but took to Charlie right away) and 2 cats. His new parents have grandkids, who were there when I dropped him off, so he even has a BOY to play with sometimes. To add to the awesomeness he even gets to go camping in an RV! With his own look-out station! Maybe tomorrow I'll post the email that his mother sent to me (from him). It'll make you laugh and cry.
Cavalier Rescue is holding its Cavalier Idol fundraiser soon. Please vote if you can afford to. Plus its tax deductible. There have been some expensive dogs this year, including New Charlie. Don't make me break out more dog photos. If you really make me beg I'll send Charlie after you.
Ok, enough of the pandering for money.
Maybe not.
My friend Heather has also started an Etsy shop. She does some amazing things with yarn and dye. Go there, buy stuff. Feel free to buy this for me. You have to. I made her open the shop.
Like I said, nothing much changes. I spin and I forget to take pictures. I knit and I forget to take pictures. Sometimes I even buy yarn, and I forget to take pictures. Ahhh, routine...
The only real news is that I've been fostering dogs for Cavalier Rescue . They're the group that gave me Sydney and Charlie. I've always given them money, but in honor of Sydney now I give them time too. I've only had 3 foster dogs, 2 of which were a bonded pair.
Toby and Izabela. The sweetest pair of dogs you'll ever meet. It was like taking care of one dog they were so sweet and easy tempered.
Izzy is the wee-est thing and Toby is the largest cavalier I've ever run across. He's also one of the happiest, and he shows it with his whole body.
I had them for a month and then they were adopted by a wonderful couple, both research scientists, who were home most of the day. You know you've found the right people when a shy, timid dog like Izzy goes right up to a man and sits there and lets him pet her without even flinching. She was on his lap in minutes. He calls her his princess.
Unfortunately after about 2 weeks the husband was diagnosed with an acute form of Leukemia and Toby and Izzy have been staying with a friend. Though they're not suffering for it. Not even remotely. The friend has a cavalier of her own, and a terrier and a dashschund. Toby and Izzy have their own room, with their beds ON TOP of a bed, and steps for Izzy so she can just trot on up them and get into bed. And there's a doggy door that Toby isn't afraid of and uses so he can go outside and investigate to his heart's content. And they're loved. Their adoptive parents have visited with them, now that the husband is out of the hospital for a bit. I was there the first time they visited and cried to see how happy the pups were to see their parents and how happy their parents were to see them! Especially their dad. He needs to get better so they can come home. Besides, Izzy picked HIM and she's not the kind of dog to do that easily or often.
Charlie, or New Charlie as we called him here, was our most recent foster.
(does that face remind you of anyone in particular?)
Came to us from a horrible background and with all sorts of bacterial infections and other junk. But sweet. So sweet. And forgiving. I think you could've beaten him and he'd still just look at you adoringly and want to snuggle. Poor little guy started suffering from abcesses on his feet about 10 days after coming to live with us.
We were constantly at the vet getting them drained, and it seems like he never got off of antibiotics. He was so brave about all of it too. He went to his new family about a week ago (August 22nd). Talk about having a wonderful new life! His new mom even says that he was loved before he even got there and this is the home he'll have forever, no matter what. He's got a cavalier brother named Rowdy, and a spaniel sister named Abigail (who has diabetes and is blind, but took to Charlie right away) and 2 cats. His new parents have grandkids, who were there when I dropped him off, so he even has a BOY to play with sometimes. To add to the awesomeness he even gets to go camping in an RV! With his own look-out station! Maybe tomorrow I'll post the email that his mother sent to me (from him). It'll make you laugh and cry.
Cavalier Rescue is holding its Cavalier Idol fundraiser soon. Please vote if you can afford to. Plus its tax deductible. There have been some expensive dogs this year, including New Charlie. Don't make me break out more dog photos. If you really make me beg I'll send Charlie after you.
Ok, enough of the pandering for money.
Maybe not.
My friend Heather has also started an Etsy shop. She does some amazing things with yarn and dye. Go there, buy stuff. Feel free to buy this for me. You have to. I made her open the shop.
Looking for a good home.
Meet Toby and Izabela. We're fostering them for Cavalier Rescue . I need to take pictures of them awake...
He's 4 and she's 3 if I recall correctly. Can you believe someone was going to abandon these two?
Izzy is wee, she's smaller than Charlie even. Ideally she'd be around 13 lbs or less. Puddin-butt is a bit overweight right now. She looks kind of like a dinner roll. She was a puppy mill dog and just wants to be loved, much as she's terribly timid. But she follows me everywhere now.
Poor Toby is matted beyond belief. They have a groomers appointment on Thursday and he's probably going to have to be completely shaved. Its like they NEVER brushed him. He just wants to be loved. Even when I sit and try to brush him he's happy as a clam because he's getting affection. He's a lover. Just so sweet. And big. He's bigger than Sydney was, length-wise. All the hair makes him look much heavier. Mr. Wiggle-worm.
I picked them up on Saturday evening. Everybody did ok for about the first 24 hours, but Charlie has started becoming aggressive. I think she's jealous. Especially since they did play with and/or touch her toys. (Never mind that some of them were ones she took from Conan.) She goes after Toby mostly. He's terrified of her. I've started keeping her leashed to me unless they're eating or sleeping. Conan on the other hand...well, he just does his thing. I think he knows they're probably not going to be here forever, but they don't bother him and he tolerates them. Izzy tried to kiss him earlier, but I think he really tries to save himself for Molly next door.
Ravelry, Plurk and Twitter have sucked up all my time. Sad isn't it?
I offer this video up as apology.
I offer this video up as apology.
This post brought to you by Snowmageddon 2010 and sweat. Lots of both.
Do I really have to say it? It snowed. I think at least 32" here. It snowed so much that I had to take the plexiglass window out of my screen door and stick the shovel out and shovel that way in order to open the front door and make it to the stoop. So much that there is about 5' of snow on the side of the road (and at the end of my driveway, or would've been had my neighbor not attacked it with his AWESOME snowblower) where the plows came by. At least we got plows though. Ah, the benefits of living on a snow emergency route.
People, it snowed so much that Charlie doesn't even like it. And she's kind of a snow whore. I think its because she can't go out exploring. Just keeps coming up against a wall of snow thats at least twice as high as she is. Can't see over it even when she stands on her hind legs.
I have sweat under my boobs people. Thats how much I've been shoveling. Boob sweat is NOT comfortable. One of the many, many downsides of having tons-of-tits. Oh...the day I can have a reduction...But I digress. We're really not talking about my breasts. We're talking about the snoosturm of the day.
We got a lot of napping done here in Dogtopia. And some knitting. Mostly napping. Though I did get a bit of Peggy's Xmess socks done, wound a few skeins of yarn, blocked a shawl, and cast on and began to knit a new shawl. Did I say we napped a lot?
I'm telling you, all of the napping and non-snow-exploring tired Charlie out.
See?
People, it snowed so much that Charlie doesn't even like it. And she's kind of a snow whore. I think its because she can't go out exploring. Just keeps coming up against a wall of snow thats at least twice as high as she is. Can't see over it even when she stands on her hind legs.
I have sweat under my boobs people. Thats how much I've been shoveling. Boob sweat is NOT comfortable. One of the many, many downsides of having tons-of-tits. Oh...the day I can have a reduction...But I digress. We're really not talking about my breasts. We're talking about the snoosturm of the day.
We got a lot of napping done here in Dogtopia. And some knitting. Mostly napping. Though I did get a bit of Peggy's Xmess socks done, wound a few skeins of yarn, blocked a shawl, and cast on and began to knit a new shawl. Did I say we napped a lot?
I'm telling you, all of the napping and non-snow-exploring tired Charlie out.
See?
All this and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt.
I'm officially sick of travelling. Hell, I was sick of travelling last month. Can I please stay home for a while?
You'd think that with all the flying I've done there'd be a mess of FO's, but there isn't. You'd think then I'd have cast on for a ton of projects at least. I haven't. Its kind of upsetting, I feel so unproductive. Especially since I've had quite a bit of time just sitting. I go on another business trip this weekend, by bus, so I have 3 hours to kill. I'll probably sleep, since the bus leaves so frackin' early on Sunday morning, but there'll still be some time with nothing to do, and I can't read on the bus or I'll hurl. So I've cast on for a chevron-style scarf which I already don't really like.
Maybe I'll start another pair of socks. You can never have too many pairs of socks, can you?
And while I'm thinking about it, I need to come up with a better way of photographing everything. What do you use? Light-box suggestions anyone?
You'd think that with all the flying I've done there'd be a mess of FO's, but there isn't. You'd think then I'd have cast on for a ton of projects at least. I haven't. Its kind of upsetting, I feel so unproductive. Especially since I've had quite a bit of time just sitting. I go on another business trip this weekend, by bus, so I have 3 hours to kill. I'll probably sleep, since the bus leaves so frackin' early on Sunday morning, but there'll still be some time with nothing to do, and I can't read on the bus or I'll hurl. So I've cast on for a chevron-style scarf which I already don't really like.
Maybe I'll start another pair of socks. You can never have too many pairs of socks, can you?
And while I'm thinking about it, I need to come up with a better way of photographing everything. What do you use? Light-box suggestions anyone?
I don't always like what I find when I look inside myself.
Yes, I pretty much went back into therapy after Sydney died. I'm still having trouble with his death. Fortunately for me, I've been seeing this doctor for many years. More than I want to admit to on a blog. In the past year we've not only discussed losing Sydney, but how his death fits into so much else in my life and how I react, medicated or not.
Its almost 1 year since he died. And still around this time each month, for a few days before the 13th and a few days after, I get emotional. Not necessarily weepy emotional, sometimes I'm just more likely to snap at someone or take things the wrong way. And it sneaks up on you.
I've noticed that certain things affect me physically. Depression makes me tired. Like so tired I feel like I'm lacking oxygen and my limbs can hardly move. Emotional upset, like ending a relationship, sometimes even rejection, that burns, like I've been rubbed raw with a grater. Loss, like Sydney's, that hurts. Thats like I've been beaten with a baseball bat. But the bruises are on the inside.
You know that you have to change your actions and behaviors in order not to repeat the same mistakes over and over. You can try to convince yourself that you have, that you did, that things are different from what they were before. You're not going to let things affect you like they have in the past. But you know that saying, 'whereever you go, there you are?' It applies in your head too. Just how possible is it to change behaviors and feelings? Sadness is sadness and disappointment is disappointment. I think the worst part of being an adult, being responsible for your actions and behaviors, is that you aren't allowed to react. Sometimes I just want to lie on the floor and have a tantrum. Or sit in the corner and cry. The closest I've been able to get to any of that is after Sydney died (yes, I refuse to say 'passed' or 'crossed over' or 'left us') I would sit and wail. But then I had to go right back to work. 24 hours later even. And there's no way I can sit with my doctor and just wail. I can't let myself go like that.
The semi-anonymity of a blog is kind of nice sometimes.You CAN let yourself go a bit. You can ramble and just put down random thoughts. You can admit that you still sob and cry yourself to sleep some nights. You can admit that you let yourself get hurt by minor disappointments. You can admit that you're still way too sensitive even after all of these years trying not to be. Doesn't help much, but still, you can do it. Its kind of like journaling. Or writing a letter to someone and never sending it.
Why the hell is catharsis so hard to find?
Why can't it be as easy to find as coffee?
Because apparently I can find that even while driving.
Its almost 1 year since he died. And still around this time each month, for a few days before the 13th and a few days after, I get emotional. Not necessarily weepy emotional, sometimes I'm just more likely to snap at someone or take things the wrong way. And it sneaks up on you.
I've noticed that certain things affect me physically. Depression makes me tired. Like so tired I feel like I'm lacking oxygen and my limbs can hardly move. Emotional upset, like ending a relationship, sometimes even rejection, that burns, like I've been rubbed raw with a grater. Loss, like Sydney's, that hurts. Thats like I've been beaten with a baseball bat. But the bruises are on the inside.
You know that you have to change your actions and behaviors in order not to repeat the same mistakes over and over. You can try to convince yourself that you have, that you did, that things are different from what they were before. You're not going to let things affect you like they have in the past. But you know that saying, 'whereever you go, there you are?' It applies in your head too. Just how possible is it to change behaviors and feelings? Sadness is sadness and disappointment is disappointment. I think the worst part of being an adult, being responsible for your actions and behaviors, is that you aren't allowed to react. Sometimes I just want to lie on the floor and have a tantrum. Or sit in the corner and cry. The closest I've been able to get to any of that is after Sydney died (yes, I refuse to say 'passed' or 'crossed over' or 'left us') I would sit and wail. But then I had to go right back to work. 24 hours later even. And there's no way I can sit with my doctor and just wail. I can't let myself go like that.
The semi-anonymity of a blog is kind of nice sometimes.You CAN let yourself go a bit. You can ramble and just put down random thoughts. You can admit that you still sob and cry yourself to sleep some nights. You can admit that you let yourself get hurt by minor disappointments. You can admit that you're still way too sensitive even after all of these years trying not to be. Doesn't help much, but still, you can do it. Its kind of like journaling. Or writing a letter to someone and never sending it.
Why the hell is catharsis so hard to find?
Why can't it be as easy to find as coffee?
Because apparently I can find that even while driving.
So, yeah...
Suck it 2009. Let's not repeat you, ok?
Sorry all, my time was really taken up last year with trying to keep my head above water financially (in case you hadn't noticed, people weren't really spending money, which makes my job difficult because then stores don't buy anything from ME), a whole lot of therapy to help me deal with losing Sydney, and keeping Charlie from driving me even more insane than I already am.
Its not that she's bad. Its just that she's not good. I'm trying to get us started with private training classes as soon as I can (yeah, I know I've been saying that since last April). Hopefully that way I can work around the insane travel schedule I have for the next 2 months. Fortunately or unfortunately I will be taking on more responsibility so my father can start working only with our key accounts. Crazy starts this weekend. Overnight in Atlanta for a trade show. Yay. Especially since the whole explosive pantieliner incedent...I better be allowed to bring knitting on the plane sohelpme.
So, I'm going to attempt to be better at blogging this year. It may work since I'll now be able to blog when I'm on the road since the new netbook came to live with us. I call her Charlotte. Don't know why, just do.
Maybe next blog post I'll have pictures of new yarn acquisitions, or things I've knit, or dogs or something. Maybe next blog post I'll actually be interesting.
I'm a bit rusty.
Sorry all, my time was really taken up last year with trying to keep my head above water financially (in case you hadn't noticed, people weren't really spending money, which makes my job difficult because then stores don't buy anything from ME), a whole lot of therapy to help me deal with losing Sydney, and keeping Charlie from driving me even more insane than I already am.
Its not that she's bad. Its just that she's not good. I'm trying to get us started with private training classes as soon as I can (yeah, I know I've been saying that since last April). Hopefully that way I can work around the insane travel schedule I have for the next 2 months. Fortunately or unfortunately I will be taking on more responsibility so my father can start working only with our key accounts. Crazy starts this weekend. Overnight in Atlanta for a trade show. Yay. Especially since the whole explosive pantieliner incedent...I better be allowed to bring knitting on the plane sohelpme.
So, I'm going to attempt to be better at blogging this year. It may work since I'll now be able to blog when I'm on the road since the new netbook came to live with us. I call her Charlotte. Don't know why, just do.
Maybe next blog post I'll have pictures of new yarn acquisitions, or things I've knit, or dogs or something. Maybe next blog post I'll actually be interesting.
I'm a bit rusty.
Yeah, I'm still alive.
Watch this.
A list (at least a partial list) of people that I'd like to meet or wish I had met. In no particular order.
Walter Cronkite
Allen Greenspan
Tim Russert
Sandra Day O'connor
Michelle Obama
Lee Iacocca
T. Boone Pickens
Warren Buffet
Henry Kissinger
Bill Clinton
Bill Gates
Rudolph Nureyev
Queen Elizabeth
Margaret Thatcher
I'm limiting to people who were or still are alive during my lifetime, even if it was only part of it. Otherwise the list would be a lot longer. I'm sure there are more names to come.
Allen Greenspan
Tim Russert
Sandra Day O'connor
Michelle Obama
Lee Iacocca
T. Boone Pickens
Warren Buffet
Henry Kissinger
Bill Clinton
Bill Gates
Rudolph Nureyev
Queen Elizabeth
Margaret Thatcher
I'm limiting to people who were or still are alive during my lifetime, even if it was only part of it. Otherwise the list would be a lot longer. I'm sure there are more names to come.