Sunday, January 25, 2015
Eat Dessert First
Weight Watchers once said, "Life's too short, eat dessert first". At least that's where I heard it first.
In keeping with that-I made myself a very high protein oatmeal version of carrot cake for dinner last night.
I enjoyed it and no one could possibly make me feel guilty about my "wife's night in" meal:
Dinner for Steve's birthday
Thursday, January 22, 2015
I Already Did This
I Already Did This!
I had a good laugh and a scare at my own expense this
week. It’s a good thing, I needed a good
laugh. Not so happy about the scare.
The past couple of weeks I’ve been really doing a lot of
interviews but hadn’t had the time to write them up! Or at least I thought I didn’t…
We’ve had the boys over for several nights and then there
were the countless physical therapy sessions along with the doctors’
appointments that made my time feel as if it were totally non-existent. Plus, well-my pain level has been rather high
thanks to the very cold (thankfully brief) winter weather.
My neck and lower back were on fire for a few days there-so
much so that the manual therapy and extra reps of kinetic exercises did NOT
help. I decided to give in and take a
muscle relaxer and some anti-inflammatory to cut myself a break. About 40 minutes after I swallowed those 2
rather tiny pills, I realized that I was just sitting on my extra pillows with
my heated rice-filled sock on my back and staring out into space in front of my
Despite the pain, I
felt I had to get some actual work accomplished.
When I caught on to the fact that I was not working but in a
daze-I gave up and went to bed and tried to sleep it off. I didn’t really sleep. But I didn’t go back to work either.
Then a few days later, after another doctor’s appointment, a
walk with Lucky and a round of PT exercises I sat down at my desk and knocked
out one of the profiles, wrote a couple of e-mails to the press offices for the
blog I needed to write on Earth Day and then decided to keep on going and write
up another profile.
I opened up the file, the one with what I thought was just
the name and questions I had written-guess what I found????
Believe it or not-the story was written! Not only was it written-it was really WELL
written. Whoa! I couldn’t remember writing a single word of
it. That is scary enough on its own to
realize, but to discover I can do my job in a muscle relaxant coma was even
After thinking it over, I decided to keep up the hope that
maybe, just maybe-I wrote up another one during the time I found myself staring
No, no such luck the second time around-I opened up that
file and it really was just the name of my interviewee and the questions. Darn.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Ennui and Cooking
Friday, January 16, 2015
Happy Birthday to Lucky
It’s hard to believe but a few days ago was Lucky’s second
birthday. Oh I know when Adam and Sam
found her that freezing morning in that wash she was somewhere between 8 months
and a year old, but for us her birth happened on that January 11th.
We don’t remember what life was like “BL” (BEFORE LUCKY,
DUH) but we’re very happy to know what it’s like with her. Even Pepper loves his little sister. It did take 5 long weeks of hissing and
barking while scaling baby gates, but he loves her all the same.
When we first took her in we tried ever so hard NOT to fall
in love-after all the first week we tried our best to see if there was a family
out there missing her and crying. Thank
goodness the 3 general pet rescues and the 2 Chihuahua rescues came up empty
because by the end of day 3 we adored her-accidents and all.
Yes we loved her, babied her, spoiled her and practically
had a catered party for her every time she “went” in the yard-but we felt that
she deserved all of that and more. It
became very obvious to us that whoever had her first did NOT feel the need to
show her love. Tiny, scared and in need
of gentle hugs Lucky made us realize that small packages really do contain the
most precious of gifts.
Two years later, Pepper and she share the left side of my
body (and the bed) and blankets while sleeping.
He taps on her and nips her ears when that 7 a.m. alarm is about to go
off and the morning “bath” is still a habit.
But now instead of giving up-Lucky “tells” Pepper that he’s
While our little love bug can’t possibly walk as long as her
predecessors (our first Lucky who was a shepherd mix and of course Sunshine, a
Goldie/lab mix) she makes me well aware that once the sun hits the back door
it’s time to get her weather appropriate outerwear and leash and start off on
our mile long tour of the neighborhood.
Another change is that when we first adopted her she had no
idea what a doggy treat was or what to do with it. In truth, she thought it was something that
meant she was naughty. She’d cower,
shake and roll over-tears coming out of her eyes. It was heart-breaking.
Today, her stomach must tell her when it’s 6:30 because she
can be sound asleep on my lap and suddenly pops up and runs for the cupboard.
As I said when we shared her arrival with everyone here-we
were going to adopt a pup but while sometimes you search for the right
one-sometimes the right one comes to you.
Sunday, January 11, 2015
Cold Weather Comfort
We've been dealing with a LOT of huge temperature swings here in AZ, but the one on New Year's Eve had me pulling out the soup pot:
Saturday, January 10, 2015
I love my sister
Friday, January 09, 2015
Do you know someone with Parkinson's Disease-or have it yourself? Then you'll want to read Alan Massing's story on pages 3/4 in this month's issue of The Senior Reporter: