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Since You’ve Been Gone

20 Apr

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I can breathe for the first time…Just kidding.

After about a year’s absence I kinda just have to start over here. Here are the major highlights:

  • I started a new job! 🙂
  • Our dog died. 😦
  • I restarted and then quit grad school. Again. 😦
  • I’ve gained about 20 pounds. 😦

One out of four is not great, I realize. But the steady stream of good stuff that has continued through 2017 and into this year serves to even it out I think. We’re calling it break even anyway.

First, the job. Y’all know I have complained ad nauseam about Cubicle Nation for-freakin’-ever. I have been at the new gig for over six months now and I’ll be honest, barring being a kept woman or a travel writer, this is about the ideal job for me at this time and place in my life. I’m doing fun social media, communication, writing things at a non-profit. The commute is still outrageous, but I do get to work one day a week from home. The other negative was that I took a god-awful huge pay cut, but the trade-off was worth it to do worthwhile, fulfilling, and creative work. So yay happiness!

Second, the dog. Our chocolate lab, Cooper was ten and a half, and after a couple of weeks of obvious illness, we found out he had cancer throughout his liver. We had to put him peacefully to sleep. I’ve never had to experience that before and it was heartbreaking. But there was no way I was going to see him not be able to get around and in pain. This was the right choice. One day (if I can convince hubs) maybe we’ll get another dog. For now, we’re adjusting to life without our Big Brown.

Third, grad school. I continued work on a graduate degree in Liberal Arts, did a few classes, then a major bout of depression hit me, and I quit. Plain and simple. It sucked, and I kind of hate myself for it. But then the new job came along and it doesn’t have the tuition benefit anyway, so I suppose it was meant to be – if you believe in all that Fate crap. Anyway, maybe anything past a Bachelor’s degree just isn’t for me. Or maybe I’ll go back someday. Time will tell.

Lastly, weight gain. What’s there to really say about that? I still struggle mightily with depression and all the food issues that go along with that. And I like my sweets and junk food, sue me. Living healthier is constantly on my mind; it’s the doing it that hinders me.

So there you have it. A year’s absence caught up in a few paragraphs. Here’s to reviving Finnspace.

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Cooper as Fairy PrinceDog

26 Apr

Here are some pics of Sam from the weekend’s fairy funness.

here i sit

29 Mar

In an exam room at my doctor’s office that is. They got me into a room without the usual one hour wait so that was nice. Of course, the doc might not get in here for another week or so. Scratch that. He’ll be here soon I’m sure. I’m trying to think more positively lately. Really.

Not so brief recap of why I’m here…took Cooper & Sam for a walk, as I’ve done gazillion times before with no problems. We are truckin’ right along in our sweet lil neighborhood when we spy a cat. Cat heads our way. I say “see the kitty?” to Sam because she loves animals & won’t want to miss this. Cooper also sees the kitty and decides to get all social. He takes off suddenly, wrenching my arm nearly off and I slam to the ground face first.

The stroller? To my horror, it’s rolling down the hill on gravity’s whim. Sam realizes mommy is no longer driving and is screaming “WHAT THE HELL MOM?!?!” Very loudly. (What? I mean, I’m sure that’s what she’s thinking anyway.) I peel myself off the pavement as quickly as possible and run yelling after the rogue stroller, which of course I cannot catch in time. I helplessly watch as the stroller containing my screaming child veers into a neighbor’s yard and flips over.   

Kiddo & mommy are freaking out. I get Sam out and we plop down on the soggy grass in my neighbor’s yard sobbing & looking a mess. Cooper decides to choose this moment to be contrite and sits his hiney peacefully down next to us as if it is the most normal thing in the world for the females of his family to be bawling, soaking wet and injured in a stranger’s (I think his name is Joe but I could be wrong) yard down the street.

I somehow get “that damn dog” (his new name) and my scared toddler home, shove dog in basement & hobble upstairs to cry some more & check our wounds. Oh, and to text The Accountant to please come home. Kiddo has nary a scratch. Mommy has several. Major pain in wrist and shoulder, bruised hip and otherwise sore achey body. The pavement always wins these battles doesn’t it?  I lay down for a few hours after hubs got home and managed to get self and kiddo off to school and work this morning, albeit very slowly. As in, over an hour late.

Oh, doc just came in and sent me to xray….now I’m in yet another waiting room. Don’t you love that I can “live blog” my doctor’s appointments now? Suh-weet.  Uh, scratch that. The WordPress Blackberry app is of the suckage so I copy/pasted this post into an email. Lame-o.

So here I am waiting on a wrist xray. Since I have semi-decent range of movement in my shoulder he wasn’t too worried about that one. Easy for him to say as I’m sure he’s never tried to blow dry his hair or put on mascara with a bum shoulder. Sigh. Men.

To be continued…

Part II….that was fast I know. The internet is magical that way….Doc said the wrist is fine and I’m just a big ‘ol whiney baby. Well, he didn’t say that last part, not out loud at least. I can get one of those cool wrist braces if I want. But don’t those end up getting all stinky after a while? And who wants a stinky wrist? Besides, I’d rather show off my bruise and not cover it up.

Tune in next time when mommy and baby go to the zoo and throw pebbles at the monkeys…

Ciao.

pathetic ain’t he?

23 Jun

Been a long day so this is all I got…a picture of Cooper looking pitiful because he can’t come through the gate to play with the cat, Cartman.

And this is what Carty thinks about me always posting photos of Cooper but none of the real master of the household. 

Someday I will dig out the good digital camera instead of posting poor quality cell phone pictures. 

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