July 25, 2008
Maggie’s posting again – which reminded me how long it’s been since I have given any attention to this blog.
I haven’t been able to even look at this blog in some time. mostly, I’ve been struggling with a broken heart. On July 9, we had to put our 15 year old Boston Terrier, Chloe down. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I really thought I was prepared for her death. I mean, she was 15 for crying out loud! Bostons just don’t live that long. Dogs just don’t live that long. What the *F* is up with that by the way?? What the hell is the big idea? Why do our beloved pets only live a fraction of our own lives?
We took Chloe up to British Columbia the week before her death. The first few days, she was just fine. She has always loved being up at our camp, smelling new stuff, seeing new sights. Then suddenly she stopped eating, and it was really down hill from there. Dave and I spent several days just holding her as she slept, snuggling with her while she rested, letting her know how much we loved her and that we would miss her. It really was a blessing to have her last days spent in the quite of our camp – as we were able to devote our attention to her so fully. We prayed daily that she be comfortable and pain free. We were very blessed.
My house is beyond lonely now – I hear the tinkle of her collar about 6 times a day. She had a great life – I know that. But missing her is almost more than I can bear sometimes.
We are looking for a new puppy – hopefully one that will be ready in a couple of months – It’s an interesting dance – this wanting a new life to love right now, yet wanting to wait, to give Chloe the respect that her life deserved.
We miss her.
Dave hanging with ChloeMe with my girl
June 25, 2008
I’ve just started to upload photos on Flikr, which Maggie turned me on to. Take a look by clicking “more photos” on the right – and watch for new photos!
June 19, 2008
It’s the truth.
The other day, I was sitting at our kitchen table with a girlfriend, drinking wine and laughing. My friend has been working-out on a regular basis for months now. My husband walked in, noticed how good she was looking and said “Hey! You are really looking a lot better!!!” My friend and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing. Having realized that his compliment may have missed it’s mark, he tried to fix it with “No really, you look so much better than you used to! A lot!.” My friend, being the well grounded girl that she is laughed, and gave him a hug and thanked him.
As we laughed about his smoothness, I told my friend that this was not an unusual blunder for my boy. I explained to her that just he other day I had been lamenting to him the fact that women and men age so much differently. The fact that it seems to be so much more acceptable for men to age than for women. Men get pot bellies, wrinkles, and gray hair – and it’s OK – they are even still considered sexy. Women get soft in the middle, crows feet and a few gray hairs and they are no longer attractive – they’re just old.
In my “feel sorry for me” lament, I told my husband that I was “sick and tired of looking in the mirror every day and seeing my ugly OLD face.”
This was a serious pity party I was having. This was when I needed my boy to say something like “I think you’re beautiful.” Or maybe, “You look just like you did the day I met you,” or something equally as comforting. What did the man I married (meaning – I agreed to be bound to him for THE REST OF MY LIFE) say to me when I told him about my ugly OLD face?? He gently took my hand into his and said “Well… there isn’t a whole lot you can do about that!”
And when my jaw dropped to my chest and I looked at him in complete shock, he got that funny look on his face – you know, the one you get when you realize that you’ve just actually spoken your thoughts rather than just thought them? – knowing that he had said the wrong thing, but not actually knowing what was wrong about it, my husband of of 12 years said to me “Errrr….. Hey, come on! Don’t be that way. I’m getting your teeth fixed aren’t I??”
Makes me hot with desire just to write about it.
May 13, 2008
Get a caddy. They really make things fun – even if you can’t golf.
I’m a horrible golfer – really – so I was more than a little nervous to have a caddy watch my bad shots. I was sooo wrong. Our caddy was awesome. He helped me with my grip – my swing – and my putting. When we were on the 16th hole, right up next to houses ranging from $50 – $70 MILLION dollars (thats more than I make in a MONTH) he went on ahead so that he could see where our shots landed. When I teed off, I had a horrible drive and my ball popped up high and to the right – headed right towards those fancy homes. I covered my eyes as I heard a loud bang – cringing because I thought my ball had impaled someones million dollar patio set – my caddy yelled SAFE!!! and doubled over with laughter as I rushed up to find out what kind of trouble I was in.
When I finally got to my caddy – he was standing by my ball which was right in the middle of the fairway. Apparently it had hit the roof of a MOVING car, bounced off, and landed in the fairway. My caddy said that he had been a caddy for about 8 years, and had never seen anything like it. The car, by the way, never even slowed down.
Even though my golfing sucked – I had a great time. And it’d good to know that I will be talked about on the 16th hole at Pebble Beach for eternity.
May 13, 2008
Wine for breakfast.
Wine for lunch.
Wine at mid-day.
Restaurants that only serve wine for dinner (no liquor).
Me: Oh so happy.
Hubby: Oh so bored.
But I was drunk so I didn’t give a shit. 
