I have a Martha Heart. I was at church this evening for choir rehearsal and saw all the gravel on the sanctuary floor for Journey to the Cross. And the first thing out of my mouth was, "Who gets to clean this up?" I felt a little panic stricken. But the good news is, I don't have to clean it up, so I really don't have to worry about it.
I love Easter, and it's not just because of Cadbury's Mini Eggs (I haven't had any yet this year!). I love the energy of Easter and the worship music. Don't get me wrong, I love the significance of Easter too, but there's something within me that thrives off music and Easter brings us the best church music of the year. If you don't have a place to worship this Easter, come worship with us.
Also, happy spring. I went outside this evening to play ball with the dogs and the ball kept getting lost in the weeds. Pray that it doesn't rain again until I've had a chance to mow...maybe after Wednesday. Busy week ahead. I'm singing two nights this week and I need to leave work early to do so. Har har har. I'm pleased to just not work late these days, so it's going to take some doing. It's good that I have a job where there's flexibility to leave when I need to...except I'm so buried right now that leaving when I need to doesn't really do me any favors. It's a little more difficult now that the client has to route all of their communication through me too. If I'm not there then everything pretty much has to come to a standstill until I can get to it. I hope I don't get hit by a bus.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Friday, March 26, 2010
TGIF
Happy Weekend!
It's been a fairly busy week at work, but I hope I can make it through the weekend with a minimal amount of "free" work. Things are only going to get crazier in the next couple of weeks, so I have no idea how I'm going to handle everything, but I guess I'll just take it one day at a time.
In other news, Mercy's tooth is still pink. Totally forgot to give her her meds yesterday (bad mommy!), but we're back on track today. One day this week, I saw something shiny in the back yard and went to investigate. It seems that SOMEHOW my neighbors managed to get a Bud Light can in my yard, which the dogs attempted to devour. Ooh whee! This chick was not happy. First of all, Mercy already struggles with alcoholism. Second of all, do you know how sharp a chewed up aluminum can is? Apparently they didn't swallow any of it since they're still alive and all.
In other other news, I finally broke down and took my good migraine meds today after having a whole week worth of headaches and can I just say that after being in pain for that many days straight and forgetting what normal feels like...normal feels almost euphoric. It has not been a good month for headaches around here for sure. I was really hoping that I was seeing a trend (for the better), but this is just as bad as before I started preventative meds. It's probably stress and I'm not sure anything's going to fix that right now. Headaches really put a damper on zombie killing.
It's been a fairly busy week at work, but I hope I can make it through the weekend with a minimal amount of "free" work. Things are only going to get crazier in the next couple of weeks, so I have no idea how I'm going to handle everything, but I guess I'll just take it one day at a time.
In other news, Mercy's tooth is still pink. Totally forgot to give her her meds yesterday (bad mommy!), but we're back on track today. One day this week, I saw something shiny in the back yard and went to investigate. It seems that SOMEHOW my neighbors managed to get a Bud Light can in my yard, which the dogs attempted to devour. Ooh whee! This chick was not happy. First of all, Mercy already struggles with alcoholism. Second of all, do you know how sharp a chewed up aluminum can is? Apparently they didn't swallow any of it since they're still alive and all.
In other other news, I finally broke down and took my good migraine meds today after having a whole week worth of headaches and can I just say that after being in pain for that many days straight and forgetting what normal feels like...normal feels almost euphoric. It has not been a good month for headaches around here for sure. I was really hoping that I was seeing a trend (for the better), but this is just as bad as before I started preventative meds. It's probably stress and I'm not sure anything's going to fix that right now. Headaches really put a damper on zombie killing.
Friday, March 19, 2010
Spring Cleaning - Dog Edition
Today I came home from work at noon and worked from home for the rest of the afternoon. Mercy was due for her shots later this month and I just noticed a day or two ago that one of her teeth is pink. I confronted her about it, but she just ignored me, so I have no idea how that happened. Anyway, we went to the vet this afternoon. And before we went to the vet, both dogs got baths. Spring is definitely in the air judging by the gobs of hair that came off the dogs today. I do not look forward to shedding season (which apparently lasts for 10 months out of the year), but it's a small price to pay for their companionship, I suppose.
On the way to the vet's office I spied a lady carrying a dog in each arm and trying to coax two other dogs out of the middle of the street. I see a little bit of myself in every crazy dog lady I encounter, so I pulled over and attempted to help her reign in the untethered dogs, and we even got a leash on one of them until he broke the collar or something and ran off. It didn't occur to me until later that I had been crawling around in strangers' back yards yelling for random dogs and that I might* have been trespassing. Not that I care, but I bet the people wondered why there were strangers crawling on their hands and knees through their property. We must have been a sight.
After that failed attempt at good citizenship, we went on to the vet who told me that Mercy's tooth is dying. We're trying some antibiotics for the next few weeks to see if that fixes the problem. If it doesn't (and the odds are strongly against it), then she will either need a root canal or a tooth extraction. We will see. Keep your fingers crossed for her. She doesn't seem to be in pain at all at this point, but it's something I'll keep a close eye on.
Butter went along too and got her nails done. She sniffed around and found a stray piece of kibble under the receptionist counter, so she had a pretty good time.
When Mercy's exam was over and I went to get her off the counter she was standing on, the vet asked me how I was going to get her down. I said, "I'm going to pick her up like I did when I put her up on this counter." Apparently you're not supposed to pick up 45 pound dogs and put them on tables. Who knew?
*And by might, I mean that I absolutely was.
On the way to the vet's office I spied a lady carrying a dog in each arm and trying to coax two other dogs out of the middle of the street. I see a little bit of myself in every crazy dog lady I encounter, so I pulled over and attempted to help her reign in the untethered dogs, and we even got a leash on one of them until he broke the collar or something and ran off. It didn't occur to me until later that I had been crawling around in strangers' back yards yelling for random dogs and that I might* have been trespassing. Not that I care, but I bet the people wondered why there were strangers crawling on their hands and knees through their property. We must have been a sight.
After that failed attempt at good citizenship, we went on to the vet who told me that Mercy's tooth is dying. We're trying some antibiotics for the next few weeks to see if that fixes the problem. If it doesn't (and the odds are strongly against it), then she will either need a root canal or a tooth extraction. We will see. Keep your fingers crossed for her. She doesn't seem to be in pain at all at this point, but it's something I'll keep a close eye on.
Butter went along too and got her nails done. She sniffed around and found a stray piece of kibble under the receptionist counter, so she had a pretty good time.
When Mercy's exam was over and I went to get her off the counter she was standing on, the vet asked me how I was going to get her down. I said, "I'm going to pick her up like I did when I put her up on this counter." Apparently you're not supposed to pick up 45 pound dogs and put them on tables. Who knew?
*And by might, I mean that I absolutely was.
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Punked!
OK, I've been meaning to post this, but I've been alternating between having migraines, being sick, and being busy, so I haven't gotten around to it until now.
The troll story? I was punked! It's not true, but it gave me a laugh, so I'm leaving it up. Funny story, either way.
I took a day off work one day this week(bronchitis/sinus infection fun), slept until 2 in the afternoon, and then I came back to work the next day. I should have just stayed home! Good grief. I don't understand how people decide to do random things without thinking about other things that will be impacted. Especially after I have told them not to do those random things.
But today is a new day *cleansing breath*. A day that will provide its own challenges, I'm sure. :)
The troll story? I was punked! It's not true, but it gave me a laugh, so I'm leaving it up. Funny story, either way.
I took a day off work one day this week(bronchitis/sinus infection fun), slept until 2 in the afternoon, and then I came back to work the next day. I should have just stayed home! Good grief. I don't understand how people decide to do random things without thinking about other things that will be impacted. Especially after I have told them not to do those random things.
But today is a new day *cleansing breath*. A day that will provide its own challenges, I'm sure. :)
Friday, March 05, 2010
Laugh of the Day
My mom called me when I was driving home from work today and told me this story. I started laughing so hard that my whole face was wet from tears.
My niece had been to visit them today and one of the girls she works with has a sister that this happened to.
The lady has a son who is retarded to some extent, but it's not so severe that he can't stay at home by himself. He has a habit of finding little animals and keeping them for a day or two and then releasing them.
Son (calls mom at work): I caught a troll.
Mom: What?
Son: I caught a troll.
Mom: Where is it?
Son: I locked it up in the closet.
The mom tells her coworkers that she thinks she needs to go home to figure out what he's talking about (figuring that he's caught some wild animal and locked it in his closet). When she gets there, the house is all in disarray. There are pictures knocked over and it's a mess.
Mom: What happened here?!
Son: I caught a troll.
Mom: Where is this troll?
Son: It's in my bedroom closet.
The mom walks into the son's room and he's got a chair under the doorknob of his closet to keep the door from opening. Imagine her surprise when she opened the closet door and found a "little person" inside! Apparently the unfortunate dwarf had been going door to door selling something and when the son answered the door, he "caught" him and wrestled him into the closet (thus the sign of a struggle all over the house).
She said she guesses she won't be able to leave him home by himself again!
My niece had been to visit them today and one of the girls she works with has a sister that this happened to.
The lady has a son who is retarded to some extent, but it's not so severe that he can't stay at home by himself. He has a habit of finding little animals and keeping them for a day or two and then releasing them.
Son (calls mom at work): I caught a troll.
Mom: What?
Son: I caught a troll.
Mom: Where is it?
Son: I locked it up in the closet.
The mom tells her coworkers that she thinks she needs to go home to figure out what he's talking about (figuring that he's caught some wild animal and locked it in his closet). When she gets there, the house is all in disarray. There are pictures knocked over and it's a mess.
Mom: What happened here?!
Son: I caught a troll.
Mom: Where is this troll?
Son: It's in my bedroom closet.
The mom walks into the son's room and he's got a chair under the doorknob of his closet to keep the door from opening. Imagine her surprise when she opened the closet door and found a "little person" inside! Apparently the unfortunate dwarf had been going door to door selling something and when the son answered the door, he "caught" him and wrestled him into the closet (thus the sign of a struggle all over the house).
She said she guesses she won't be able to leave him home by himself again!
Tuesday, March 02, 2010
New Furniture Haiku
I'm sorry, dead cow.
I needed new furniture.
You are so cozy.
I finally ordered some "grown up" furniture today (as in living room furniture that actually matches and is comfortable!). I've finally kind of gotten Mercy out of the habit of lying on the couch, so hopefully the new furniture can stay dog free (I realize that this is wishful thinking). Sadly, cows were harmed in the making of this furniture, but I expect it to last forever, so I shouldn't have to indirectly kill cows again anytime soon.
So on a related note, does anybody know anyone local who could use my old couch? It's a hide-a-bed and it's in good condition. It just needs to be cleaned. No stains or anything, but it would look better if it was cleaned. My new stuff probably won't be in for another 8 weeks, so it could be awhile before I get rid of my current couch, but it's definitely gotta go when the new stuff comes.
I needed new furniture.
You are so cozy.
I finally ordered some "grown up" furniture today (as in living room furniture that actually matches and is comfortable!). I've finally kind of gotten Mercy out of the habit of lying on the couch, so hopefully the new furniture can stay dog free (I realize that this is wishful thinking). Sadly, cows were harmed in the making of this furniture, but I expect it to last forever, so I shouldn't have to indirectly kill cows again anytime soon.
So on a related note, does anybody know anyone local who could use my old couch? It's a hide-a-bed and it's in good condition. It just needs to be cleaned. No stains or anything, but it would look better if it was cleaned. My new stuff probably won't be in for another 8 weeks, so it could be awhile before I get rid of my current couch, but it's definitely gotta go when the new stuff comes.
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