If you've never experienced a counting crows concert...
In the third row.
In 90 degree summertime heat.
With sweat soaking your jeans.
And your hair sticking to the back of your neck.
well, quite frankly....you havent lived.
Once I get down from my musical cloud #9, I may attempt to write about last night's concert.
But dont be surprised if I dont.
Some experiences are just better left in the moment.
PS. Recommended album: "Counting Crows, Across a Wire: Live in New York City"
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Monday, August 28, 2006
sandman update #2
Sandman will be fine.
His kidneys are slightly damaged...but he'll recover.
Truth is, he'll probably recover quicker than I will.
Yes, I have turned into that girl who thinks her dog is really her best friend.
His kidneys are slightly damaged...but he'll recover.
Truth is, he'll probably recover quicker than I will.
Yes, I have turned into that girl who thinks her dog is really her best friend.
Sandman Update...
Just when I thought I could put the dreadful circumstance behind me, it haunts me once again.
I realized we may not be out of the clear when I woke up in a wet bed at 4am this morning.
It's just not like a dog to pee...in a bed...while sleeping.
I didnt know what to do about it so I asked Mel to keep an eye on him this morning.
After getting an update that he had peed for several minutes straight...again... and was sleeping all morning, I figured I should give the vet a call.
It is their recommendation that I take sandman to the vet to get blood work done to make sure his kidneys are ok.
So here we go again.
I'll keep you updated.
I realized we may not be out of the clear when I woke up in a wet bed at 4am this morning.
It's just not like a dog to pee...in a bed...while sleeping.
I didnt know what to do about it so I asked Mel to keep an eye on him this morning.
After getting an update that he had peed for several minutes straight...again... and was sleeping all morning, I figured I should give the vet a call.
It is their recommendation that I take sandman to the vet to get blood work done to make sure his kidneys are ok.
So here we go again.
I'll keep you updated.
Sandman.
I almost killed my dog saturday.
Woke up with a headache.
Took IBUprofen while still half awake.
Left the bottle on the bathroom counter.
Put Sandman in the bathroom with his bed, his stuffed bear, his bone, a bowl full of food..........and a bottle full of 108 IPUprofen gelcaps.
Went to lunch with Aim and Mel for approx. 2.5 hours.
Came home to an overdosed dog.
Pills all over the bathroom floor.
His face was swollen.
His pupils were huge.
He looked to be 100yrs old.
He swayed as he walked.
His tail still wagged.
I Panicked.
I Tried to breathe on my way to the pet hospital.
Mel sat in the back seat with sandman.
She kept telling me that if I did not slow down we would all die and then there would be no point in going to the emergency pet hospital.
The nurse needed my permission to pump his stomach.
Afterwards, I was told to take sandman outside while we waited on the doctor.
He sat down beside me, looked at me with his droopy swollen eyes, and puked on the sidewalk.
My heart sank.
Mel and Aim sat on the bench outside.
They shared a diet coke, and smoked cigarettes.
Hours passed.
They never thought once of leaving.
Benadryl made the swelling slowly fade.
The doctor finally came to tell us the next step.
He was a hideous old man with no personality.
He didnt pet sandman.
Sandman tried to sniff his crotch while we were listening to the diagnosis.
All three of us blushed.
Option#1: He recommended that Sandman stay at the hospital for 48hrs.
Depending on how many pills he had, his kidneys had the possibility of shutting down.
Then he would die.
$653.23 total.
Option#2: Take a chance...go home...and pray.
He said "off the books" that "In his experience," the number of dogs that survived an IBUProfen overdoce surpassed the number of dogs that didnt.
I felt a little better. A little.
I took Option#2.
For many reasons, but mainly because I had a gut feeling.
I had a peace about option#2.
Now, 48hrs later, Sandman is still with us.
He is peeing regularly so his kidney's must be ok.
He even looks at me while he's got his leck cocked with a humiliated look on his face.
He wants privacy.
I dont care.
I've never been so happy to watch a dog pee in my life.
Woke up with a headache.
Took IBUprofen while still half awake.
Left the bottle on the bathroom counter.
Put Sandman in the bathroom with his bed, his stuffed bear, his bone, a bowl full of food..........and a bottle full of 108 IPUprofen gelcaps.
Went to lunch with Aim and Mel for approx. 2.5 hours.
Came home to an overdosed dog.
Pills all over the bathroom floor.
His face was swollen.
His pupils were huge.
He looked to be 100yrs old.
He swayed as he walked.
His tail still wagged.
I Panicked.
I Tried to breathe on my way to the pet hospital.
Mel sat in the back seat with sandman.
She kept telling me that if I did not slow down we would all die and then there would be no point in going to the emergency pet hospital.
The nurse needed my permission to pump his stomach.
Afterwards, I was told to take sandman outside while we waited on the doctor.
He sat down beside me, looked at me with his droopy swollen eyes, and puked on the sidewalk.
My heart sank.
Mel and Aim sat on the bench outside.
They shared a diet coke, and smoked cigarettes.
Hours passed.
They never thought once of leaving.
Benadryl made the swelling slowly fade.
The doctor finally came to tell us the next step.
He was a hideous old man with no personality.
He didnt pet sandman.
Sandman tried to sniff his crotch while we were listening to the diagnosis.
All three of us blushed.
Option#1: He recommended that Sandman stay at the hospital for 48hrs.
Depending on how many pills he had, his kidneys had the possibility of shutting down.
Then he would die.
$653.23 total.
Option#2: Take a chance...go home...and pray.
He said "off the books" that "In his experience," the number of dogs that survived an IBUProfen overdoce surpassed the number of dogs that didnt.
I felt a little better. A little.
I took Option#2.
For many reasons, but mainly because I had a gut feeling.
I had a peace about option#2.
Now, 48hrs later, Sandman is still with us.
He is peeing regularly so his kidney's must be ok.
He even looks at me while he's got his leck cocked with a humiliated look on his face.
He wants privacy.
I dont care.
I've never been so happy to watch a dog pee in my life.
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
my cankles...
The definition of cankle: "when a person's calves run right into their ankles."
Yes, i have them. They are at the top of my list of insecurities.
At this point, you may be thinking "awe, it cant be THAT bad."
Oh my friend but it is.
I was "blessed" with my father's enormous calves and his lack of ankles.
Therefore capri pants are out of the question...and heels help to add a little definition.
At least I'd like to think so.
However, I am not a "high heel" kind of a girl...at least not on a regular basis. So I end up wearing flip flops and paint my toenails regularly since I have convinced myself that perhaps the color of my toenails will distract one's eye from my cankles.
I dont think it works.
A few weeks ago I was at the beach with my best friend amanda. We wandered into one of those novelty beach stores filled with random junk like rebel flag beach towels, corona bikinis and keychains with your initials on them. I found myself looking at the cheap hemp jewelry.
Without even thinking, I picked up an anklet I liked. Amanda saw me and whispered jokingly, "Jules, I dont think they sell CANKLETS here!"
We both laughed and I bought it anyway. Sure enough...the damn thing wouldnt fit.
It is now around my wrist reminding me that my days of wearing an anklet are over.
Yes, i have them. They are at the top of my list of insecurities.
At this point, you may be thinking "awe, it cant be THAT bad."
Oh my friend but it is.
I was "blessed" with my father's enormous calves and his lack of ankles.
Therefore capri pants are out of the question...and heels help to add a little definition.
At least I'd like to think so.
However, I am not a "high heel" kind of a girl...at least not on a regular basis. So I end up wearing flip flops and paint my toenails regularly since I have convinced myself that perhaps the color of my toenails will distract one's eye from my cankles.
I dont think it works.
A few weeks ago I was at the beach with my best friend amanda. We wandered into one of those novelty beach stores filled with random junk like rebel flag beach towels, corona bikinis and keychains with your initials on them. I found myself looking at the cheap hemp jewelry.
Without even thinking, I picked up an anklet I liked. Amanda saw me and whispered jokingly, "Jules, I dont think they sell CANKLETS here!"
We both laughed and I bought it anyway. Sure enough...the damn thing wouldnt fit.
It is now around my wrist reminding me that my days of wearing an anklet are over.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
She Aims for her heart....
Last night, she took her first step back to her heart.
There's a rough road ahead. But it's a start.
The tears will cloud her eyes.
There's still room to fall before she'll fly.
She knows she's not alone.
Its the thread of hope that keeps her hanging on.
One day at a time
She'll keep His love in mind
She'll make it
Her step is strong
She'll make it
There's a rough road ahead. But it's a start.
The tears will cloud her eyes.
There's still room to fall before she'll fly.
She knows she's not alone.
Its the thread of hope that keeps her hanging on.
One day at a time
She'll keep His love in mind
She'll make it
Her step is strong
She'll make it
bridezillas....
You know those nasty days when you'd like to say exactly what's on your mind?......
To the waitress that walks by you 100 times and doesnt even look at you because you might actually need something.
Or to the guy on his cell phone driving 2mph on a 55mph road...(NEWS FLASH...it aint THAT hard to talk on a phone and drive the speed limit).
but you keep your mouth shut because well, it's just not very nice to cuss at people.
On those days...
Watch that show. You'll feel better. Trust me.
To the waitress that walks by you 100 times and doesnt even look at you because you might actually need something.
Or to the guy on his cell phone driving 2mph on a 55mph road...(NEWS FLASH...it aint THAT hard to talk on a phone and drive the speed limit).
but you keep your mouth shut because well, it's just not very nice to cuss at people.
On those days...
Watch that show. You'll feel better. Trust me.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
the weekend.
"Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I'm not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived."
----Meet Joe Black
I'm sitting on the couch. Sandman is curled up at my feet snoozing. Every now and then he twitches his legs and I wonder what he's dreaming about. Maybe he's dreaming that he's back at the Corrado's farm running free and getting tree sap in his ears again. Someday he will have plenty of land to roam. Someday.
The weekend has been a relaxed one. It's nice to sit on the couch and do nothing sometimes. I watched "Ghostbusters" for the first time (compliments of matt), and havent put on makeup once. Yes, it's been a good weekend.
----Meet Joe Black
I'm sitting on the couch. Sandman is curled up at my feet snoozing. Every now and then he twitches his legs and I wonder what he's dreaming about. Maybe he's dreaming that he's back at the Corrado's farm running free and getting tree sap in his ears again. Someday he will have plenty of land to roam. Someday.
The weekend has been a relaxed one. It's nice to sit on the couch and do nothing sometimes. I watched "Ghostbusters" for the first time (compliments of matt), and havent put on makeup once. Yes, it's been a good weekend.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
sunsets and cigarettes...
There are those few evenings throughout my week when my schedule and my roomate's schedules all come together and we find ourselves at home at the same time.
Before we know it, we have each hit "pause" on our busy lives and we find ourselves sitting outside on the patio just before the sun sets, smoking cigarettes (a hobby just recently picked up because "there's nothing else to do I guess"). We take turns reflecting on life as we pass the lighter around. The subjects are as shallow as how many mosquito bites we each have, to thoughts on issues of suicide, abortion...how precious life really is.
We started this patio ritual last spring, and thousands of conversations later we are now heading to the end of another summer of our twenty-something lives.
As we were chatting last night...I couldnt help but step outside the moment and reflect on just how much this ritual, and these girls have come to mean to me. They are real. They have problems. They see humor in quirky girly moments, and they find happiness in simplicity. But my oh my how things have changed in just a few months of summer. It always works out that way doesnt it? No one ever looks back on a winter and thinks "wow, so much happened in those cold winter months, I cant believe they have flown by so quickly!" No, it is the summertime that always sweeps us away, and the wintertime that prepares us to be swept away the following summer.
Aim has grown the most. She is slowly and steadily seeking out what it really means to follow her heart. She wants to be told she's beautiful. She deserves that. It's long overdue. She doesnt want to settle for less. She tries to rationalize her restless heart only to discover how dependable her gut feeling can really be. Just watching the process from the outside looking in is a beautiful thing...especially when you've been in the middle of such moments yourself. She's a survivor. She'll make it. Just wait and see.
Meantime Mel has the world by the horns and the fight has given her a run for her money. She's realized the dillusional peace that comes with having a comfort zone. She holds back from taking risks and then battles the disappointment in herself for not taking the risk. Even still, she has an amazing ability re-light the fire and keep burning. She puts her heart and soul into everything before thinking twice about it. I hope she never thinks twice. The world could never have enough Melody.
Yes, for the first time in a long time, my heart is at ease from simply sharing my summer with girls like Aim and Mel.
And ya know...there are those moments in life when you sit and think "when I am old and grey...I want to look back and remember this moment... and smile." It's comforting to know that I have another summer full of those moments.
So someday if you see me rocking away in my rocking chair with a big foolish grin on my face, you'll know why.
Before we know it, we have each hit "pause" on our busy lives and we find ourselves sitting outside on the patio just before the sun sets, smoking cigarettes (a hobby just recently picked up because "there's nothing else to do I guess"). We take turns reflecting on life as we pass the lighter around. The subjects are as shallow as how many mosquito bites we each have, to thoughts on issues of suicide, abortion...how precious life really is.
We started this patio ritual last spring, and thousands of conversations later we are now heading to the end of another summer of our twenty-something lives.
As we were chatting last night...I couldnt help but step outside the moment and reflect on just how much this ritual, and these girls have come to mean to me. They are real. They have problems. They see humor in quirky girly moments, and they find happiness in simplicity. But my oh my how things have changed in just a few months of summer. It always works out that way doesnt it? No one ever looks back on a winter and thinks "wow, so much happened in those cold winter months, I cant believe they have flown by so quickly!" No, it is the summertime that always sweeps us away, and the wintertime that prepares us to be swept away the following summer.
Aim has grown the most. She is slowly and steadily seeking out what it really means to follow her heart. She wants to be told she's beautiful. She deserves that. It's long overdue. She doesnt want to settle for less. She tries to rationalize her restless heart only to discover how dependable her gut feeling can really be. Just watching the process from the outside looking in is a beautiful thing...especially when you've been in the middle of such moments yourself. She's a survivor. She'll make it. Just wait and see.
Meantime Mel has the world by the horns and the fight has given her a run for her money. She's realized the dillusional peace that comes with having a comfort zone. She holds back from taking risks and then battles the disappointment in herself for not taking the risk. Even still, she has an amazing ability re-light the fire and keep burning. She puts her heart and soul into everything before thinking twice about it. I hope she never thinks twice. The world could never have enough Melody.
Yes, for the first time in a long time, my heart is at ease from simply sharing my summer with girls like Aim and Mel.
And ya know...there are those moments in life when you sit and think "when I am old and grey...I want to look back and remember this moment... and smile." It's comforting to know that I have another summer full of those moments.
So someday if you see me rocking away in my rocking chair with a big foolish grin on my face, you'll know why.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
The Office...
I sit in my cube at work and hide from the circus of individuals who think they have an unmatchable sense of coolness.
Even still, the open room does not keep the conversations from spilling over into "myspace."
Football has been the latest topic.
If football did not exist, maybe I would have some silence.
But then I wouldnt have an excuse to sit in a field, grill brats and drink beer all day.
football wins.
Even still, the open room does not keep the conversations from spilling over into "myspace."
Football has been the latest topic.
If football did not exist, maybe I would have some silence.
But then I wouldnt have an excuse to sit in a field, grill brats and drink beer all day.
football wins.
back at my desk.
I was on vacation last week. It was the first full week of vacation I had taken in a year.
I waded through the week finding certain moments of each day to stop and think; "I am so glad I am not sitting at a desk right now."
I saw beautiful summer sunsets both in the country and at the ocean.
I thought alot...too much.
Now, I am back at my desk.
You would think that after a week of vacationing, one would have peace of mind. You would think I would be ready to get back into the routine of things.
Instead, I am more restless now than ever.
I have a gut feeling that my world is about to be turned upside down.
I waded through the week finding certain moments of each day to stop and think; "I am so glad I am not sitting at a desk right now."
I saw beautiful summer sunsets both in the country and at the ocean.
I thought alot...too much.
Now, I am back at my desk.
You would think that after a week of vacationing, one would have peace of mind. You would think I would be ready to get back into the routine of things.
Instead, I am more restless now than ever.
I have a gut feeling that my world is about to be turned upside down.
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