Riding in the car!
Eating lunch!
The beach!
Playing on the beach!
(What is this Brokeback Galveston?!! heehee)
Walking around on the strand!
So I went back to the foot doctor this morning, in hopes of not having to wear this walking cast. Yeah, tough luck on that one! They took some more x-rays, and it seems that I have broken my bone in THREE places. Yes, THREE clean breaks. The bone is suppose to be round, but mine looks like a cone. UGH, so I am in this walking cast for another 4 weeks, plus she added some thing that I have to wear inside the walking cast that makes me feel like I am walking on a stone or something. Seriously, I feel like I am Frankenstein! Once again, the pain of being me.
Tonight was so beautiful outside! We took the children out and watched them play in the backyard. I know you get tired of the "pet" photos, but these are our kids, and I happen to think they are adorable!
Last night, I walked into the living room and noticed that Chipug was chewing on something white and slender. At first, I thought it was her fake plastic bone, but then I thought to myself, no that is not what she has in her mouth. She is much like a two year old, always got something in her mouth that does not belong there, so I approached her to find out what she had gotten in to this time. The first thing I noticed was whatever was in her mouth was moving. Yes, it was a HUGE white/nude gecko! I screamed and ran to the other side of the room, while Andrew and the children looked at me like I was nuts. After I gained some of my composure, I yelled at Andrew, who was in la-la land, to let the dogs out. He finally snapped too and realized that there was a dying gecko on the foot rest inches away from him. He cleaned it up and took the trash out. Chipug came back inside and ran to her kennel, while Pascal looked around with the "What is going on in here" expression on his face. Poor thing, he is so clueless! The whole thing freaked me out! So this morning I was working in my office and Chipug comes in and sits by my feet. She normally does not do this unless she wants something. I look down and there is the tail that belonged to the gecko! I guess she was bringing me a peace offering from last night. EEEWWWW!
We have been having some behavior issues with Chipug. Most recently, she has started digging HUGE holes in our backyard. For such a little animal, she sure can cause huge problems!
We also started noticing, around the same time, that she has been more clingy toward Pascal. I don't know what her problem is! My mom suggested contacting the Dog Whisperer! Maybe he could find out what is bugging Chipug!
Last night while Andrew was working on the computer, I decided to do a little spring cleaning in my home office. I came across a box full of pens, markers, pencils, etc.... (Note: I am a pen person, and I never throw them out unless they don't write anymore.) I started going through the box and realized that some of these pens have been with me for YEARS, and that some of them have a story (there were about a 100 pens or so in this box!)!
Pen #1 Vitamin World-This pen brings back a lot of memories for me. I worked at Vitamin World, for over 5 years, while I was in college. It was one of the most boring jobs I have ever had, however, the money was good and the people were great. I met a lot of amazing people during my time there.
Pen #2 Cypresswood Crossing Apt-This is a pen I stole while filling out an apartment application form! Hey, I am sure I didn't swipe it on purpose. If memory serves me correctly, these are the apartments I lived in the FIRST time I moved in with "the ex-fiancé." DH hates it when I talk about the ex, but in some weird way I believe "the ex-fiancé" helped shape who I am today. You cannot ignore the past, because it shapes the future.
Pen #3 Gel.max-This pen has been with me for a long time. I don't know when I bought it, but I instantly remebered how much I loved this pen when I saw it! I remembered a lot of events in my past where this pen was present! I love the way this pen writes so smoothly :)
Pen #4 Garza Dental-This pen has a story! When I first started working for TIG, I had a horrible tooth ache. I let it go and go, until one day the pain was so bad I couldn't stand it anymore. I did not have a dentist here in town, since I had just graduated. The HR person at my company told me to look up dentists that were in our dental network. So I did so and I found this Garza Dental close to my house. I quickly made an appointment the same day. I walked into the office and I kid you not, there were people in dental chairs just lined up in this HUGE room. No walls, no nothing. I was desperate so I filled out the forms and gave them back to the receptionist. I then told her I needed to get something out of my car and I left and never came back! It was horrible, but somehow I managed to steal this pen! HA!
Pen #5 Wyndham-This pen obviously came from a hotel! A few years ago I went to an STC conference in Dallas, and I swiped this pen from the hotel room! It was the first conference I had ever been too, and I thought I was a hot shot ;)
Pen #6 Fish pen-This is a good one! I bought this pen when I was in high school! I somehow received an Audubon Society catalog and this pen was for sale. I was a HUGE fish nut back then and I thought it was the coolest pen ever! I sent them something like $25 bucks for this pen. That was a lot of money for me back then. I still love this pen when I look at it! It reminds me of a fishing lure!
Pen #7 Le Pen-This pen I bought (and/or stole) when I was working at Micheals. I worked there while I was in high school. I hated the job, but I thought this pen was so cool because it was not just a pen, it was a Le Pen!
Pen #8 PaperMate-I bet this pen belongs to my mom! When I was growing up she really liked this brand of pen. You could find them all over our house, however, she could never find one and would always ask us where her pens went! This pen reminds me of my mom.
Pen #9 Compaq-I think I got this pen while I was doing my internship at Compaq. I was so excited to be making real money! It was both exciting and terrifying at the same time.
Pen #10 ProClaim-This pen represents so much in my life. I got this pen when I met Andrew (this is the company he works for). When I look at this pen, I see my life with him. I see our future. This is my favorite pen :)
and I have bacne. I try to get rid of it, I wash regularly and I even have DH put acne cream all over my back. But it is still there. It itches, it is painful, and I feel like a walking cyst. One of the only perks at my current job is that once a month we get a 30-minute massage. I have one scheduled tomorrow, but I want to cancel it in fear that the masseuse will scream at the bacne. Yes, I am sure she has seen worse, but I do not want to be put on "the worst" list! What if while she is massaging me one of the pimples EXPLODES. UGH, the pain of being me :)
As many of you know, I am a huge fan of www.dooce.com. It just so happens that dooce was part of a discussion panel at the South by Southwest (SXSW) festival this past Monday. I went to the SXSW website to hear the podcast. It was extremely long, but enjoyable. It seemed like one of the main subjects of the panel discussion was how to make money from your site. They didn't really come out and say that, but that is what they were talking about. Should we or should we not use advertisements on our blog? Should we or should we not make people pay to see our blog? Personally, I don't care whether a blog, or website for that matter, has advertisements. I could give a rats ass less. I do however care if a blog, or website, were to ask me for money to view their stuff. Just my two cents! If you are a fan of www.dooce.com, and you have an hour or so to spare, you might want to listen to the podcast. Personally, I find the whole subject of making money off of a hobby very interesting!
I just got a call from a certain someone about what DH stands for.
This certain someone said they thought DH stood for Dick Head!
AS IF! When I wrote it I meant for it to mean Dear Husband!
Get a grip, and if you don't know what it means google it! Now, after doing further research maybe I should I meant for it to mean Deer Hunter, or Dumb Husband, or Dennis Hopper :)
http://www.sharpened.net/glossary/acronym.php?DH
or
DH Designated Hitter (baseball)
DH Dangerous Highwall (ground condition)
DH Daniel Handler (author)
DH Darkest Hour (band)
DH Das Heisst (German: That Is)
DH Data Handling
DH Dear Husband
DH death due to hostilities (US DoD)
DH Decay Heat
DH Deccan Herald (Bangalore, India newspaper)
DH Decision Height
DH Decoherent Histories
DH Deer Hunter
DH Defense Held (gaming)
DH Degradation-Handoff (algorithm)
DH Degrees of Hardness (water)
DH DeHavilland (British aircraft manufacturer)
DH Delaware and Hudson Railway Company
DH Delayed Hypersensitivity
DH Demon Hunter (gaming)
DH Dennis Hopper (actor)
DH Dental Hygiene
DH Dental Hygienist
DH Denver Harbor (band)
DH Denver Hayes (Canadian clothing brand)
DH Department of Health (UK)
DH Dermatitis Herpetiformis (skin disease)
DH Desperate Housewives (TV show)
DH Developmental Handbook
DH Diamond Head (band)
DH Die Hard (Sears battery; also movie)
DH Diffie-Hellman (public key encryption algorithm)
DH Digital Holography
DH Direct Hire
DH Direct Hit (search engine)
DH Direction des Hôpitaux
DH Directorate for Human Intelligence (DIA) (US DoD)
DH Dirty Harry (movie)
DH Disk Handler
DH Divide Halfword (IBM)
DH Document History (Army)
DH Dog House (Northeastern University hockey cheering section)
DH Doing Homework
DH Domestic Helper
DH Don't Hate
DH Double Haploid
DH Double-Header
DH Double-Heterostructure
DH Downhill
DH Dreamhack (computer LAN-party, Sweden)
DH Dumb Husband
DH Dung Heap
DH Dynamic Hohlraum
DH Dynamite Hack (band)
DH Independence Air (IATA Code)
DH Moroccan Dirham (unit of currency)
DH United Arab Emirates Dirham (national currency)
dH Deutsche Härte (German Hardness, degrees of water hardness)
Today Cara and Carsten are coming over for a visit. I am excited. I think we might go to the park. I was thinking about taking Chipug since I don't have a child to take with me. Chipug can play on the playground with all the other children. She is my new child. I shall take her with me her everywhere. Chipug = Child. I will let you know how it comes out. She may not get along with the other children. I have a feeling she could be a biter ;)
One of my avid readers has requested a new post, so here it is! Lately I guess I feel like I have had nothing really to talk about. GASP. The nerve. What? I CAN HEAR YOU!!
This week I am coming off of the whole "I let someone ruin the past 3 weeks of my life" phase. Even yesterday, I still let "that issue" get to me. I allowed "that issue" to get under my skin. I feel extremely guilty. In my mind I keep replaying the events that took place. The events that lead to the outcome, of which I THOUGHT I was very happy about.
I keep asking myself these questions over and over again:
"Am I really that happy about the outcome?"
"Did I do the right thing?"
"Am I am evil, back-stabbing, blood sucking monster?"
"Am I as honest to myself and others as I think I am?"
"Should I have done things differently?"
"Am I am envious person?"
BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.
Just last week, after "that issue" was taken care of, I felt this HUGE sigh of relief. But this week, I feel guilty. I know I am a people pleaser, and I want people to like me. But at what cost? I guess at the cost of myself! I stood tall in my decisions. I was firm. I took action. Things happened the way I wanted them too. Now I am backtracking? What is wrong with me?!! I got what I wanted and now I feel bad about it. I need some medication!
I actually asked DH last night if I was a bad person (like he would tell me if I were!). He told me to quit thinking about it. That I am making it worse. That I am letting it snowball. Damn him, maybe he is right. So here I am again talking about it AGAIN to you! That is it. The whole thing is over. "That issue" has been taken care of. I am letting it go. I am moving on.......
So the weather is rather lovely today, don't you think?!
I was sitting in the kitchen enjoying my coffee this morning when I heard Andrew say, as he was coming out of my restroom, "That toilet paper was created by the devil." I had no idea the devil works for Cottonelle!
Me, Andrew, Cara, Danyel, Carsten, Melissa, Brad, and James all went to the Haak Winery (www.haakwine.com) Greek Festival yesterday afternoon. The weather was perfect and the atmosphere was relaxing! We had a great time! Here are some pictures!
Today, I decided to planted some colorful flowers in the yard. I must say it was very therapeutic and it gave me some time to think about things!
These are some of the beauties I planted:
I have been having some work issues lately and it has been making me miserable! I have been trying to look on the bright side! Yeah, I know.......good luck! I stumbled across this information and I think I am going to try it!
A productive way to cheer yourself up after a particularly bad day, when everything seems to have gone wrong, is to:
* Call your best friend
* Take a bath
* Run a mile
* Cry
* Write a list of gratitudes for what is working in your life
* Send cards to people you love thanking them for being there for you
* Sing really loud
* Hug
* Pat a dog
* Get a massage
Do anything that gets you back in touch with your life right now.
Usually when we are having a bad day we amplify it and dismiss anything positive. We feel that it will last forever or this is the beginning of the end. We forget any good, any kindness, any moments where we weren't having a bad day. A day is filled with moments so instead of counting and affirming the 'bad' moments, affirm the good ones.
I have to apologize for my lack of blogging lately! I am training a new writer in my group and to be honest she is taking all of my energy. Literally. More to come about that situation later :)
Yesterday I heard about two acquaintances of mine that are pregnant. While I am extremely happy for them, this happiness that I feel causes me to have some sadness.
I remember back in September, when I first found out I was pregnant, I was so happy and filled with this unexplainable joy. Pure joy.
I wish this pure joy on these ladies. I wish them 10 fold what I had!
However, I would never wish on them what I experienced next. That is the part that makes me sad. When I remember the happiness, the pure joy, I also remember the sadness, the pure anguish.
We went from the highest of highs to the lowest of lows when we lost our baby. I think the saying is right, "The first cut is the deepest." I don't think I will ever forget September 14, 2005. I believe it was the toughest day of my life.
I was able to work through my emotions and get past my sadness. I want to work through my emotions when this feeling hits me, and think about the future. The future is bright, really bright, I just need to take off my shades to see the light :)
Thanks for reading.