So I went for my second dress fitting yesterday and let me just say....so not a blast. The people at David's Bridal were very accommodating but standing still for an hour and a half turning this way and that so that they could put multiple pins in at all different angles, is not my idea of a fun time.
That being said...this was the second time I had to do this because the first time, they were unable to finish due to the fact that I'm vertically challenged.
On a side note, my stomach had been hurting all day and I was mortified at the huge possibility that while turned with my backside towards said seamstress, I was going to "pass gas" in her face. (As I was thinking about this, I also freaked out at the concept of "Oh my God! I cannot fart in my wedding dress!" )
That's just not decent.
I do have to say though that the dress is finally looking more and more like my own and I felt "preeeety".
I also loved the little girl who exclaimed "Oooooh. You're beautiful" when I walked out of the dressing room. (In that moment I inwardly proclaimed her as my new best friend.)
Also, for those of you are wondering, I managed to make it through the entire fitting without clearing the room.
Yea me!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Dream Job
Is there such a thing? I have always told myself that I would never settle for anything; that if I wasn't happy, then I would find what it is that happens to be missing from my life. It seems like this works so well with everything but my job.
Don't get me wrong, for the most part, I love what I do. But there are days (many lately) that I often find myself wishing that I could be doing something else for a career. I love being part of a "master plan" in helping and doing all I can for our little, furry creatures, but it can be so trying. Sometimes, I'm not sure I have it in me anymore to remain strong on those days that are so sad; when an owner loses his pet, his friend, his companion after a 19 year relationship....it's hard to cope. Or when you hold a dying puppy, no bigger than one of my hands, and you feel it take it's last breath....these are things I have a hard time letting go of. I know that death is a fact of life, but being exposed to it so often can be such a hard burden to bare.
Sometimes, I want a job that I can leave at work and not worry about again until the next day I have to go in.
But is there such a thing?
I, unfortunately, don't think there is for me.
I have always been the type of person who becomes too involved and has a hard time accepting when I can't change something for the good. I don't think I've ever had a job where i was able to leave it once I clocked out for the night. Certain people, events, issues, pets or whatever always linger somewhere in the back of my mind and it continues to nag me until I'm sure I'm going crazy.
And it is so crazy. I mean the whole idea of work. I understand it and it's a great concept, but it takes so much out of all of us and our everyday lives. It takes us away from our home lives, our family our pets...the people we love most and work so hard for to take care of.
I see my co-workers more than I do my own family and I hate that. It doesn't seem fair or remotely make any sense. And the fact that I bring my work home with me makes it that much worse.
It's such a very thin line that's so easily crossed. You either "don't care" or let it consume you. I have yet to find that happy medium...and I don't think anyone else could ever convince me that they've found it either.
So where does that leave us?
We live in a world where what we "do" defines us. If you take a chance and step outside that stereotypical box, you are most likely to find yourself to be ridiculed and not taken seriously because it's not the "norm".
But I wonder.
What would happen if more of us took the chances that seem so "crazy" to the outside world? Even if we all failed in accomplishing them? What if more of us followed our dreams and made them a reality instead of just settling? What if we didn't give up?
Could the answers to these questions fill that empty void that so many of us feel?
I guess there is only one way to find out....
I just hope I'm brave enough to do it.
Don't get me wrong, for the most part, I love what I do. But there are days (many lately) that I often find myself wishing that I could be doing something else for a career. I love being part of a "master plan" in helping and doing all I can for our little, furry creatures, but it can be so trying. Sometimes, I'm not sure I have it in me anymore to remain strong on those days that are so sad; when an owner loses his pet, his friend, his companion after a 19 year relationship....it's hard to cope. Or when you hold a dying puppy, no bigger than one of my hands, and you feel it take it's last breath....these are things I have a hard time letting go of. I know that death is a fact of life, but being exposed to it so often can be such a hard burden to bare.
Sometimes, I want a job that I can leave at work and not worry about again until the next day I have to go in.
But is there such a thing?
I, unfortunately, don't think there is for me.
I have always been the type of person who becomes too involved and has a hard time accepting when I can't change something for the good. I don't think I've ever had a job where i was able to leave it once I clocked out for the night. Certain people, events, issues, pets or whatever always linger somewhere in the back of my mind and it continues to nag me until I'm sure I'm going crazy.
And it is so crazy. I mean the whole idea of work. I understand it and it's a great concept, but it takes so much out of all of us and our everyday lives. It takes us away from our home lives, our family our pets...the people we love most and work so hard for to take care of.
I see my co-workers more than I do my own family and I hate that. It doesn't seem fair or remotely make any sense. And the fact that I bring my work home with me makes it that much worse.
It's such a very thin line that's so easily crossed. You either "don't care" or let it consume you. I have yet to find that happy medium...and I don't think anyone else could ever convince me that they've found it either.
So where does that leave us?
We live in a world where what we "do" defines us. If you take a chance and step outside that stereotypical box, you are most likely to find yourself to be ridiculed and not taken seriously because it's not the "norm".
But I wonder.
What would happen if more of us took the chances that seem so "crazy" to the outside world? Even if we all failed in accomplishing them? What if more of us followed our dreams and made them a reality instead of just settling? What if we didn't give up?
Could the answers to these questions fill that empty void that so many of us feel?
I guess there is only one way to find out....
I just hope I'm brave enough to do it.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Focus
Sometimes it's frustrating being me. For example, I love to write and when I'm driving or walking or in the shower or anywhere no where near a computer, I think of all of these great topics to write about. And yet, when I sit down to write about them, I can't remember any of said topics.
I am very much like that cow from that commercial. You know the one. The group of cows are running through the field and the one is exclaiming "I'm winning! I'm winning! "I'm....Ohhh! Dandelions!"
That cow would be me.
It's like I need a little elf, or oh, a little fairy, that would be better, to sit on my shoulder and tell me when to focus. Oh! She could be a cow! I wonder what she would look like? I imagine her to be teeny tiny and have a bright pick pair of butterfly wings and a magic wand shaped like a big button. She would sit on my shoulder as I sit at the computer to construct a new excellent piece of writing. Each time I try to get distracted, she would tap me on the head and say "No. No. Focus..." and Moo soothingly in my ear.
The only problem with this scenario is that I very much like, happy, pretty shiny things....much like the cow-fairy I just described. Therefore, I would most likely find myself getting distracted by her prettiness (not to mention oddness) and still unable to produce a suitable piece of work. Then I'm just stuck in the same spot I was to begin with.
Woe is me. What am I to do?
Perhaps she could be a turtle instead? Now that's something to ponder.....
Hmmmmm.....
I am very much like that cow from that commercial. You know the one. The group of cows are running through the field and the one is exclaiming "I'm winning! I'm winning! "I'm....Ohhh! Dandelions!"
That cow would be me.
It's like I need a little elf, or oh, a little fairy, that would be better, to sit on my shoulder and tell me when to focus. Oh! She could be a cow! I wonder what she would look like? I imagine her to be teeny tiny and have a bright pick pair of butterfly wings and a magic wand shaped like a big button. She would sit on my shoulder as I sit at the computer to construct a new excellent piece of writing. Each time I try to get distracted, she would tap me on the head and say "No. No. Focus..." and Moo soothingly in my ear.
The only problem with this scenario is that I very much like, happy, pretty shiny things....much like the cow-fairy I just described. Therefore, I would most likely find myself getting distracted by her prettiness (not to mention oddness) and still unable to produce a suitable piece of work. Then I'm just stuck in the same spot I was to begin with.
Woe is me. What am I to do?
Perhaps she could be a turtle instead? Now that's something to ponder.....
Hmmmmm.....
Happy Birthday Leira Dog!
Our dog Leira's birthday was last Thursday and we got her party hats and treats! (Actually, to be honest only party hats....the treats were left over from the one's she got from my parent' s at Christmas...but that's beside the point.)
We sang "Happy Birthday" and everything. Awe. I bet you are wishing that you could have witnessed such a wonderful event. Well. Never fear! I have a video.
Yes....A video.
Enjoy!
We sang "Happy Birthday" and everything. Awe. I bet you are wishing that you could have witnessed such a wonderful event. Well. Never fear! I have a video.
Yes....A video.
Enjoy!
I think there is a drug raid in order...
So. Tell me if you find this odd. Andrew and I live next door (not exactly right next door. It's the next set of townhouses over...and yes. Ours are cooler.) to some people who we only see on occasion. This isn't the strange part. The strange part is that we usually only see them when it's pitch black outside and they are either loading or un-loading...get this...washers and dryers in and out of their van and/or truck.
What the heck is that all about? I mean, if they're part of a company or business that does maintenance on said washers and dryers that's one thing. But I don't find this to be the case. Here's why.
There are usually at least 3 of them, 2 to help lift the heavy artillery (I mean "equipment") in and out of the truck and one that stands by, sort of watching like he's a look-out or something. (You ask how I know this? Well obviously I can see them all perfectly from my kitchen window. No worries though. They can't see me because I am very very sneaky. I could be a spy. Really. I could.) Also, why would they always do this at night? What's the big secret about an old washer or dryer? why all the hush hush? And lastly.....
OK. That's all I have. But I honestly think the two details listed above are more than enough evidence that something is awry at the townhouse next door.
I think it's drugs. I mean, think about it. Cool, dry places to store lots and lots of marijuana and/or other gross, bad habit-forming badness....WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?!?!!!
Hmmm. Maybe I could get a job at the FBI once I expose these drug dealers for the criminals they are! Maybe I'll be on the news! And famous...and rewarded lots of money because I helped clear the streets of Raleigh via exposing a dryer full of marijuana. I can see the headlines now:
"Drug Dealers Busted By Neighbor: A Small Vet-Tech, Hippie-Type in Scrubs. The Streets of Raleigh Now Free of Gross Badness."......
Or something to that effect.
What do you think?
What the heck is that all about? I mean, if they're part of a company or business that does maintenance on said washers and dryers that's one thing. But I don't find this to be the case. Here's why.
There are usually at least 3 of them, 2 to help lift the heavy artillery (I mean "equipment") in and out of the truck and one that stands by, sort of watching like he's a look-out or something. (You ask how I know this? Well obviously I can see them all perfectly from my kitchen window. No worries though. They can't see me because I am very very sneaky. I could be a spy. Really. I could.) Also, why would they always do this at night? What's the big secret about an old washer or dryer? why all the hush hush? And lastly.....
OK. That's all I have. But I honestly think the two details listed above are more than enough evidence that something is awry at the townhouse next door.
I think it's drugs. I mean, think about it. Cool, dry places to store lots and lots of marijuana and/or other gross, bad habit-forming badness....WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?!?!!!
Hmmm. Maybe I could get a job at the FBI once I expose these drug dealers for the criminals they are! Maybe I'll be on the news! And famous...and rewarded lots of money because I helped clear the streets of Raleigh via exposing a dryer full of marijuana. I can see the headlines now:
"Drug Dealers Busted By Neighbor: A Small Vet-Tech, Hippie-Type in Scrubs. The Streets of Raleigh Now Free of Gross Badness."......
Or something to that effect.
What do you think?
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Letter to Pets (aka: ye ungrateful masters of the house)
Dear Lorelai, Tuna, Phoebe, Leira, Dip and Bianca,
Yet again, I have some small requests/favors to ask of you at this time. Perhaps you may remember hearing some of them once (twice, maybe three) times before, but in case you forgot, I am here to remind you. So here it goes.
Considering that I already owe at least $500 in vet bills (yes. this is with my 75% discount...), please refrain from making me think that you are "sick" and causing me to spend un-needed expenses just because you are "neglected" and don't get enough attention. This means:
Lorelai: I know that you prefer a tidy litterbox and that it is "un-fit" for you to have to urinate in cat litter that has already been soiled by one of your fellow felines. This being said, I do appreciate your efforts in refraining from peeing on a pile of clothes or a blanket lying on the floor. However, the Christmas tree skirt and the rug downstairs are also off limits. If you continue to do this, it makes me feel as though you have crystals in your urine again (even though she's on special food) and then mommy gets paranoid that you are going into renal failure and that your kidneys are shot and that I am a bad pet owner for "letting" this happen. If you hate going to the vet so much, knowing full well that I am going to poke you to get a urine sample, please make sure you really are sick before I have to do go far as to take you in for the Dr. to re-examine you (again).
P.S. Though, better than a rug or a pile of clothes, urinating in the spare bathtub (and I think maybe our regular one as well...though I try not to think about it) is. not. an. option. either.
Tuna: The only medical issue you have is your asthma and that seems to be under control at this very moment. Let's. Keep. It. That. Way.
Phoebe: I know all you want in life is cake and I get that. I mean. Who doesn't? But sweetie, it just can't happen. Cake isn't for kitties. Let. It. Go. (On a side note, though it's cute when you have your spaz-attacks, running up the stairs and then persistently running around in circles, chasing your tail...it worries me and makes me think you are having a seizure. Please stop before un-needed medical attention occurs in your world for no reason what-so-ever other than the fact that your mother is a hypochondriac for her pets.)
Leira: For the love of God! Tell me where the fleas are coming from! I can't keep bleaching every blanket, carpet, pillow, piece of fabric you touch because I see one flea, freak out and therefore think the whole house is infected. Also, though I love corn chips, the fact that you occasionally smell like them kind of makes me not want mexican food for awhile. This just makes me sad. You don't want momma to be sad do you?
Dip: You too make noises at times that sound like you are having a seizure. This MRRMAH loudness/nonsense needs to stop. Especially early in the morning when all you are really trying to do is get fed. Also, so not funny when you freaked me out that time because you weren't acting like yourself and I performed blood-work on you, only to find that you are perfectly healthy. What is that all about?
Bianca: My only request from you is not health related (though this does not incline you to develop a health issue of your own). All I ask of you is to stop egging Lorelai on. I know that you two have not yet come to terms, but if either of you lands on my face again when in the midst of an argument, words will be had. (Of the four-letter variety if you know what I mean.)
I believe this is all for now. Please let me know if you have any questions/comments to provide.
Sincerely,
Momma
Yet again, I have some small requests/favors to ask of you at this time. Perhaps you may remember hearing some of them once (twice, maybe three) times before, but in case you forgot, I am here to remind you. So here it goes.
Considering that I already owe at least $500 in vet bills (yes. this is with my 75% discount...), please refrain from making me think that you are "sick" and causing me to spend un-needed expenses just because you are "neglected" and don't get enough attention. This means:
Lorelai: I know that you prefer a tidy litterbox and that it is "un-fit" for you to have to urinate in cat litter that has already been soiled by one of your fellow felines. This being said, I do appreciate your efforts in refraining from peeing on a pile of clothes or a blanket lying on the floor. However, the Christmas tree skirt and the rug downstairs are also off limits. If you continue to do this, it makes me feel as though you have crystals in your urine again (even though she's on special food) and then mommy gets paranoid that you are going into renal failure and that your kidneys are shot and that I am a bad pet owner for "letting" this happen. If you hate going to the vet so much, knowing full well that I am going to poke you to get a urine sample, please make sure you really are sick before I have to do go far as to take you in for the Dr. to re-examine you (again).
P.S. Though, better than a rug or a pile of clothes, urinating in the spare bathtub (and I think maybe our regular one as well...though I try not to think about it) is. not. an. option. either.
Tuna: The only medical issue you have is your asthma and that seems to be under control at this very moment. Let's. Keep. It. That. Way.
Phoebe: I know all you want in life is cake and I get that. I mean. Who doesn't? But sweetie, it just can't happen. Cake isn't for kitties. Let. It. Go. (On a side note, though it's cute when you have your spaz-attacks, running up the stairs and then persistently running around in circles, chasing your tail...it worries me and makes me think you are having a seizure. Please stop before un-needed medical attention occurs in your world for no reason what-so-ever other than the fact that your mother is a hypochondriac for her pets.)
Leira: For the love of God! Tell me where the fleas are coming from! I can't keep bleaching every blanket, carpet, pillow, piece of fabric you touch because I see one flea, freak out and therefore think the whole house is infected. Also, though I love corn chips, the fact that you occasionally smell like them kind of makes me not want mexican food for awhile. This just makes me sad. You don't want momma to be sad do you?
Dip: You too make noises at times that sound like you are having a seizure. This MRRMAH loudness/nonsense needs to stop. Especially early in the morning when all you are really trying to do is get fed. Also, so not funny when you freaked me out that time because you weren't acting like yourself and I performed blood-work on you, only to find that you are perfectly healthy. What is that all about?
Bianca: My only request from you is not health related (though this does not incline you to develop a health issue of your own). All I ask of you is to stop egging Lorelai on. I know that you two have not yet come to terms, but if either of you lands on my face again when in the midst of an argument, words will be had. (Of the four-letter variety if you know what I mean.)
I believe this is all for now. Please let me know if you have any questions/comments to provide.
Sincerely,
Momma
Monday, February 8, 2010
Random thoughts
On my way home from work today, I glanced over and saw neon lights running towards me. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I realized said neon lights were attached to a runner. Therefore, making me feel stupid and also like the lazy slacker that I am.
I helped put in a cat urinary catheter this afternoon and my job was to "protrude the cat's penis." The doctor was showing me how and I got it right first try. (Yea me!) This is when my co-worker looked at me and said, "Hey! You're good at that!"....Hmmm. Not so sure how I feel about this. Perhaps I should consider another line of work? (Oops. That sounded dirty...Did. Not. Mean. That. Get your mind out of the gutter!)
The other day (again at work since this is where I spend the majority of my time...) an owner non-chalantly accused me in so many words that i "hurt" her dog because she heard him screaming. I explained to her that he didn't like his temperature being taken and she looked at me and said "Well. It sounded like someone was hurting him!" I tried to reassure her that this wasn't the case while inside I was screaming "YES! YOU CAUGHT ME! I"M A CLOSET PET BEATER!" Phew. So glad that THAT"S out in the open.
I hate loud people. More so I hate loud, DRUNK people screaming in my ear about how I should get a wedding band with at least 1 or 2 diamonds in it, then when I tell said person that I'm not interested in diamonds, she exclaims "well you could just get something plain then." ....Grrrr
Speaking of drunk people. Have you ever noticed when you are the DD that the same conversation can pass between the same 3 people at least 5 times and they will act as though it's the first time the topic has been touched? (Note to self: Next time, I. wanna. drink!)
Do you ever laugh out loud while you are alone and find yourself looking around the room guiltily as though you might get caught? Not that I do that...really. I was just curious.
I like cows.
I helped put in a cat urinary catheter this afternoon and my job was to "protrude the cat's penis." The doctor was showing me how and I got it right first try. (Yea me!) This is when my co-worker looked at me and said, "Hey! You're good at that!"....Hmmm. Not so sure how I feel about this. Perhaps I should consider another line of work? (Oops. That sounded dirty...Did. Not. Mean. That. Get your mind out of the gutter!)
The other day (again at work since this is where I spend the majority of my time...) an owner non-chalantly accused me in so many words that i "hurt" her dog because she heard him screaming. I explained to her that he didn't like his temperature being taken and she looked at me and said "Well. It sounded like someone was hurting him!" I tried to reassure her that this wasn't the case while inside I was screaming "YES! YOU CAUGHT ME! I"M A CLOSET PET BEATER!" Phew. So glad that THAT"S out in the open.
I hate loud people. More so I hate loud, DRUNK people screaming in my ear about how I should get a wedding band with at least 1 or 2 diamonds in it, then when I tell said person that I'm not interested in diamonds, she exclaims "well you could just get something plain then." ....Grrrr
Speaking of drunk people. Have you ever noticed when you are the DD that the same conversation can pass between the same 3 people at least 5 times and they will act as though it's the first time the topic has been touched? (Note to self: Next time, I. wanna. drink!)
Do you ever laugh out loud while you are alone and find yourself looking around the room guiltily as though you might get caught? Not that I do that...really. I was just curious.
I like cows.
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