I'm pretty sure this is how our obituaries are going to read. They will interview my parents and my Mom will say "they found her clinging to the rafters in the living room, if only they could have gotten the puppy house-trained sooner."
Yes, we got a puppy a couple weeks ago. Lola is a Golden Mountain Dog (a Golden Retriever/Burmese Mountain Dog mix), she's about 11 weeks old now and she is going to be HUGE. The reason why we got her varies based on who you ask.
If you ask me:
Wayne ambushed me, whined, cried and pouted until I finally gave in.
If you ask Wayne:
Melissa agreed to let me have a big dog when we got our own house and a big enough yard. It doesn't matter if we had only been moved in for 2 weeks and we still had boxes everywhere! (BTW, I don't ever recall having that conversation and making that deal.)
House-training is going very sloooooowly because Lola has had a Urinary Tract Infection since we got her so she has been squatting to pee ALL. THE. TIME. For the first week or so, she would squat but not actually pee a lot. Well that all changed after the Vet switched her meds last week. Now if she happens to pee on the linoleum I have to put my rubber boots on. I'm talking a huge puddle of puppy pee. Like if you accidentally walk through it the bottom 3/4 inch of your pant legs get wet.
Now you're probably thinking "stop your whining and clean up the damn puppy pee already". Yeah, yeah, you would be saying that because you're not the one that slipped in a huge puppy pee puddle. That's right I slipped and landed in puppy pee. Then as I was getting up soaked in puppy pee, she started to squat again. When I told her no and started to get up yet again she took off running as if to say "I know you're not going to run after me because you're covered in puppy pee!!" Seriously, are you kidding me!?!?!
It is getting better, the story of the worst day I've had with her so far is coming up.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Wednesday Weigh-In--Week 1
I weighed myself this morning and.........I'm down 6 pounds for week 1!!!!
Today however has been a bad day. I've been hungry all day, I have a headache and I'm VERY tired all that makes for weakened self-control and that lead to me drinking 3 Pepsi's.
Oh well, tomorrow is a new day.
Today however has been a bad day. I've been hungry all day, I have a headache and I'm VERY tired all that makes for weakened self-control and that lead to me drinking 3 Pepsi's.
Oh well, tomorrow is a new day.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Time To Face The Music
In October of 2007 I decided to lose weight and before long I had lost 65 lbs. About this time last year I hit a wall and just couldn't lose any more weight. I struggled through the holidays gaining about 8 pounds.
I joined a gym, got back on track and started attending group classes with a trainer. Then, Wayne was diagnosed with Kidney Cancer, had surgery and I started taking care of him and stopped taking care of myself. Moving and renovating didn't help either.
I could make excuses (maybe I just did) but the truth is I lost focus. Well internet, doing that resulted in gaining about 20 more pounds. I let everyone and everything take priority over myself. That ended last week. That's right, I allowed myself to gain some of the weight that I worked so hard to lose.
Instead of dwelling on that. I am not going to feel guilty. I am not going to beat myself up. I am going to move forward from today and get back on track.
I've decided to start posting my progress with Wednesday Weigh-Ins starting tomorrow.
I joined a gym, got back on track and started attending group classes with a trainer. Then, Wayne was diagnosed with Kidney Cancer, had surgery and I started taking care of him and stopped taking care of myself. Moving and renovating didn't help either.
I could make excuses (maybe I just did) but the truth is I lost focus. Well internet, doing that resulted in gaining about 20 more pounds. I let everyone and everything take priority over myself. That ended last week. That's right, I allowed myself to gain some of the weight that I worked so hard to lose.
Instead of dwelling on that. I am not going to feel guilty. I am not going to beat myself up. I am going to move forward from today and get back on track.
I've decided to start posting my progress with Wednesday Weigh-Ins starting tomorrow.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Adventures with Captain Crabass
Sunday the 4th was our 6th Anniversary. At times it feels like it's been 6 months and other times it feels like 600 years. Monday the 5th fell in the latter category. I don't know if someone replaced Wayne's Frosted Flakes with Crazy Flakes or what was going on but I honestly wasn't sure if we'd make it 6 years and 1 day.
I had a Dr. appointment at 8am, which meant that we had to leave the house at 7am. I told him he didn't have to go, but he insisted. So of course we left the house promptly at 7:15. We finally got to the hospital about 10 minutes late. The resident came in right away, then the Dr. shortly after, but it took about 30 minutes for the nurse to schedule a surgery date. During this time Wayne got very irritated. He was all this is taking too long, this is ridiculous. And I was all shut up, I've spent how many countless hours in this very hospital with you. He just grumbled and said well they need to hurry. They wanted me to see Anesthesiology that day, but the soonest appt we could get was 3 hours away. I knew Capt. Crabass wouldn't go for that so I decided to go back on Thursday (when he was at work irritating other people).
They came in and asked if November 12th worked for surgery, I looked at Wayne's schedule and told Wayne that he was off, is that ok? He just stared at me, so I told the nurse that would work. The nurse barely got the door closed and Wayne turned to me and said "I'm signed up for overtime on the 11th and 12th". "Seriously, you didn't know that 8 seconds ago?" "I forgot". "Fine I'll have my Mom and Dad take me, they love me."
We were finally able to leave and got to the elevator when I realized that they didn't tell me where Anesthesiology was. When I told Wayne we had to go back, he just looked at me and shook his head, nodding toward the elevator. I said "you're not going to let me go back are you?" He didn't say a word, he just walked closer to the elevator. Unbelievable.
We managed to get through breakfast relatively unscathed save for banging my head against the wall in sheer frustration at least three times.
But towel shopping proved to be too much. (Now just as a side note, we live about 30 minutes from department stores so when we're in town, we get everything done that we need to so I had no choice but to take him with me towel shopping.) As I've mentioned before, our old house only had one bathroom. This one has 2 1/2 so I needed everything.....washcloths, hand towels, bath towels, rugs, mats the whole deal. I pretty much knew the colors I wanted to go with, but I am the most indecisive person ON. THE. PLANET. After 6 years I know the answer I'm going to get when I ask "What do you think about this....or what about this?", but for some inexplicable reason I continue to ask and continue to get so frustrated that I just may be bald soon from pulling all of my hair out one strand at a time. Oh I forgot, the answer (if you can call it that) goes something like this "uhhhhhh" or "(enter huge sigh here) errrrrr".
Now the truth is he has about a 28 minute attention span in any store not comprised of at least 90% tools. At 28 1/2 minutes he turns into a 2 yr old running through the aisles knocking down all the ketchup bottles and stomping around behind me with a cattle prod and screaming "HELP ME, I'M HERE AGAINST MY WILL". Seriously I've never seen him move so fast as when we've been in a store for longer than 28 minutes. And if I tell him I need something that's not on our way to the register, he tries to convince me that we really don't need it. I would love to know what people are thinking when they hear him say "milk, really? Why do we need milk?" And I know he does this but apparently I enjoy frustrating myself to the verge of tears because I keep asking him to go to the store with me.
So we finally get all the towels and go about our day. Later, I tested my luck again by going to the grocery store. We made it through the store within 28 minutes in order to avoid the above scenario but the 3 minute ride home was a different story. At this point in the day he has decided to just mess with me, so he rolled down my window (I NEVER ride with the windows down!) and then locked it so I can't roll it back up. It was about 50 degrees that day. So I did what any fairly sane person that just endured the most frustrating day would do.....I started screaming out the window "Heeeeeelp meeeeeeeee! I'm here against my will!!!" Wayne promptly responded by turning up the radio to drown me out.
These are the things you learn in 6 years of marriage....how to do what you've got to do to get through increasingly impossible days without killing each other because after all we do love each other.....
Stay tuned for more adventures of Captain Crabass.
**Note** The surgery is no big deal. I have a cyst on my wrist that I had surgery on in 1998. It came back and is painful so we're going to have it taken care of. Wayne is trying to get the day of my surgery off so he can be there with me.
I had a Dr. appointment at 8am, which meant that we had to leave the house at 7am. I told him he didn't have to go, but he insisted. So of course we left the house promptly at 7:15. We finally got to the hospital about 10 minutes late. The resident came in right away, then the Dr. shortly after, but it took about 30 minutes for the nurse to schedule a surgery date. During this time Wayne got very irritated. He was all this is taking too long, this is ridiculous. And I was all shut up, I've spent how many countless hours in this very hospital with you. He just grumbled and said well they need to hurry. They wanted me to see Anesthesiology that day, but the soonest appt we could get was 3 hours away. I knew Capt. Crabass wouldn't go for that so I decided to go back on Thursday (when he was at work irritating other people).
They came in and asked if November 12th worked for surgery, I looked at Wayne's schedule and told Wayne that he was off, is that ok? He just stared at me, so I told the nurse that would work. The nurse barely got the door closed and Wayne turned to me and said "I'm signed up for overtime on the 11th and 12th". "Seriously, you didn't know that 8 seconds ago?" "I forgot". "Fine I'll have my Mom and Dad take me, they love me."
We were finally able to leave and got to the elevator when I realized that they didn't tell me where Anesthesiology was. When I told Wayne we had to go back, he just looked at me and shook his head, nodding toward the elevator. I said "you're not going to let me go back are you?" He didn't say a word, he just walked closer to the elevator. Unbelievable.
We managed to get through breakfast relatively unscathed save for banging my head against the wall in sheer frustration at least three times.
But towel shopping proved to be too much. (Now just as a side note, we live about 30 minutes from department stores so when we're in town, we get everything done that we need to so I had no choice but to take him with me towel shopping.) As I've mentioned before, our old house only had one bathroom. This one has 2 1/2 so I needed everything.....washcloths, hand towels, bath towels, rugs, mats the whole deal. I pretty much knew the colors I wanted to go with, but I am the most indecisive person ON. THE. PLANET. After 6 years I know the answer I'm going to get when I ask "What do you think about this....or what about this?", but for some inexplicable reason I continue to ask and continue to get so frustrated that I just may be bald soon from pulling all of my hair out one strand at a time. Oh I forgot, the answer (if you can call it that) goes something like this "uhhhhhh" or "(enter huge sigh here) errrrrr".
Now the truth is he has about a 28 minute attention span in any store not comprised of at least 90% tools. At 28 1/2 minutes he turns into a 2 yr old running through the aisles knocking down all the ketchup bottles and stomping around behind me with a cattle prod and screaming "HELP ME, I'M HERE AGAINST MY WILL". Seriously I've never seen him move so fast as when we've been in a store for longer than 28 minutes. And if I tell him I need something that's not on our way to the register, he tries to convince me that we really don't need it. I would love to know what people are thinking when they hear him say "milk, really? Why do we need milk?" And I know he does this but apparently I enjoy frustrating myself to the verge of tears because I keep asking him to go to the store with me.
So we finally get all the towels and go about our day. Later, I tested my luck again by going to the grocery store. We made it through the store within 28 minutes in order to avoid the above scenario but the 3 minute ride home was a different story. At this point in the day he has decided to just mess with me, so he rolled down my window (I NEVER ride with the windows down!) and then locked it so I can't roll it back up. It was about 50 degrees that day. So I did what any fairly sane person that just endured the most frustrating day would do.....I started screaming out the window "Heeeeeelp meeeeeeeee! I'm here against my will!!!" Wayne promptly responded by turning up the radio to drown me out.
These are the things you learn in 6 years of marriage....how to do what you've got to do to get through increasingly impossible days without killing each other because after all we do love each other.....
Stay tuned for more adventures of Captain Crabass.
**Note** The surgery is no big deal. I have a cyst on my wrist that I had surgery on in 1998. It came back and is painful so we're going to have it taken care of. Wayne is trying to get the day of my surgery off so he can be there with me.
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