There are so many but I will try to narrow them down.
6= the lesser of the weird
1= the weirdest
6.) I hate when people talk during TV shows...when I lived in the AXO sorority house my senior year all of the girls would gather to watch Bachelor and I would watch it alone in my room because I could not stand the chatting the whole time.
5.) I am irritated if I do not eat a rounded meal : carb, meat, veg, fruit, and chocolate.
4.) I do not like sour candies because they make my teeth scratchy.
3.) I do like burnt food (toast, bagels, popcorn, steak).
2.) I kiss my dog on the mouth! (sue me)
1.) My favorite scent is Nick's nose breath! (sounds so weird and I know you are all so grossed out but it asked for 6 of the weirdest - and thats pretty weird)
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
The Canvas Alligator
The truth is I really don't have much to say. So I am going to entertain you with one of my favorite hobbies: poetry writing.
The Canvas Alligator
A chew toy for dogs...
A yellow-bellied victem,
Who has no more legs.
A chew toy for dogs...
A yellow-bellied victem,
Who has no more legs.
A dear friend of mine in college used to entertain me by emailing me haikus, written for me, just to make me laugh. We had the best time making up the stupidest poems for each other usually making fun of each other. Much much later when Nick and I were falling in love, we also shared improvised poetry for one another during our car ride to shop at the Foley outlet malls last summer. I almost crashed our car from laughing so hysterically at the foolishness that day. My favorite poem for him reads:
(please say these to yourselves with a British accent)
(please say these to yourselves with a British accent)
Love is Like Dirt
Like a horse drawn carriage traveling steadily along roads of passion red dirt,
oh how I would feel the hurt,
if you, oh Steed of mine
were to depart this carriage.
Like a horse drawn carriage traveling steadily along roads of passion red dirt,
oh how I would feel the hurt,
if you, oh Steed of mine
were to depart this carriage.
Here is another:
RRR
Just as citrus orange recycling bags line the Gulf Shores Parkway,
so I wait patiently for you, My Love,
to come and pick me up,
so that our love may be
re-used, and re-used, and re-used.
so I wait patiently for you, My Love,
to come and pick me up,
so that our love may be
re-used, and re-used, and re-used.
Warning: By the time you read this I will be dead because my love has killed me for sharing our FOOLISH AND ONLY UNDERSTOOD BY NICK AND LAURA HUMOR - or because I might die from embarrassement after clicking "Publish Post".
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Sorry It Has "Bean" So Long...
So, "bean" in the title is a shout out for our little niece :)
Hey Y'all.
I am not going to lie, IT HAS BEEN A ROUGH WEEK. Spiritually, emotionally, and physically. If you are like me, if one aspect of my life is off, all three are off. Such is the case this past week. Last Sunday night Ali started this strange coughing noise which I figured was a result of walking her too much. At that point she had only worn a collar/leash 24 hours of her 3 month life. Her cough went with her to the vet on Monday morning and the Dr. told us she had pneumonia. He gave us an antibiotic and told us to visit again for a check up on Friday. Throughout the week, Ali coughed and coughed and gagged all day and all night. Monday and Tuesday night Nick and I rotated every hour on the hour taking her outside and comforting her. Her spirit was very low because not only did she just not feel good but she was wearing herself out with her constant deep coughs. Brian and Stephanie came to visit midweek and we all agreed Ali was pitiful. On top of that, Nick's Jetta went to the auto-doc. and received a very very expensive checkup - new tires AND breaks checkup. Normally, this financial set back would have really set me back...but for the first time since I began my/our financial independance I could not have cared less how much money was being taken from our bank account. You see, my heart, my worries, my concerns, and my prayers this week have all been about Ali...
Wednesday, during my day at work, I myself began to feel under the weather. Allergy attack...for those of you who know the sneezing, itchy throat, watery eyes during the day/nasal congestion headache at night routine...I need not say more. However, by Thursday night I was getting more sleep and was eager to hear how Ali's checkup would go Friday morning. We knew something was not right because she was still coughing, still lethargic, and still dripping mucous from her nose.
Friday morning I called Nick at 11:25 am to leave Ali an encouraging message for her 11 am appt. He answered and I said, "HEY! you two are out quick!" He said, "Well, I 'm out, Ali is still there because they need to keep her to run more tests. You will need to pick her up at 4:30pm while I am working at the concession stand (Biscuits game)."
My heart sank... more tests?
Of course, pessimistic, curious little me gets on the internet and googles "puppy cough" etc. and I get taken to a website about puppy distemper. I'm not kidding or trying to be funny when I tell you all that this website was a nightmare. I sat at my desk gasping and sobbing, literally crying like a little kid who is hiccuping because I am crying so hard while I'm reading about the stages of this virus starting with coughing and runny nose, then vomitting and diarrhea, then eventually complete shutting down of the organs and nervous system leading to seizures and paralysis. I was terrified at work, y'all. Terrified. The pictures on the site made it worse. I called Nick back and could barely get my words out. It was 12noon and I have 3.5 more hours to sit through at work when the only place I wanted to be was locked in the cage with Ali and the docs. office. I went to get her at 4 and met with the doc. Red faced and swollen eyed he welcomed me into his office and immediately started saying not to jump to conclusions. We looked at x-rays and he pointed out the visable lining of her lungs which indicated some kind of virus in her lungs producing thick fluid (causing the coughing and funny nose). He said that when distemper (the horrible website virus) is questionable he looks for hardening/callousing of the nose and pads, yellow spotted eyes with discharge...and lots of other bad gross stuff. Official tests for this virus are very expensive and once you have them back either you have spent a lot of money to say no she doesn't have it...or you spend a lot of money to say yes she has it when you would know anyway in a few more days. He told me to take her home...MAKE HER REST, hoped that she ate and drank, took her new medicine and he said the most important thing to give her was TLC. Her doc. firmly believes that dogs have a higher chance of living if you give them something to live for. This "little check" up ended up being another really big set back financially. But again, I could not have cared less. I jsut handed over the card and took my baby home.
I brought Ali home to an empty apartment. I did not expect Nick home from work until atleast 11:00pm. I sat on the couch with Ali on my chest and I cried and told her how much I love her and how I've never loved a dog like I love her...and it is true. She is a puppy that belongs to and is the responsibility of me and my beloved husband. I can't explain how much joy she brings to me...even in this short one week. As we say on the couch, I stroked her and kissed her and asked God to please heal her...I'm just not ready for her to go. This may all sound so silly because, yes, she is a dog. But, a human heart that is hurting is a human heart that is hurting...and I was hurting. Stephanie G. came over that night at about 7pm to talk for a while. I needed to ask all fo the small picture questions and big picture questions about why this was all happening: Ali getting sick and money just "trickling away" all so unexpectedly. We came up with a few guesses as to why I was not dealing with all of it very well and where to go from there.
I put Ali and myself to bed at nine and we both instantly fell asleep. At about 11:30pm the sweetest kiss woke me up to tell me that my love was home and ready to hold me after a long hurtful day. I slept so good that night, and so did Ali.
Saturday until now, Sunday night, Ali has been a brand new puppy. She eats, she wants to play, she hides, she fetches, she eats, she drinks...no coughing, never any diar. or vomit, never any discharge or callousing. She appears to be so happy and so healthy...she HATES her new medicine but that is too bad...
My head and my heart tell me that we are not out of the woods yet even though she is doing MUCH better. I have taken my prayers for Ali to a new level...one that is thankful for her no matter how long we have her...and one that is realizing that life will have it's share of disappointments and hurts - its seems more for some than others. Whether lessons be learned through losing money, losing pets, or losing family and friends, there is a wonderful and faithful God who longs for us to draw near to Him, even if we don't understand, and wait for him to provide whatever it is we need. I am slowly learning this.
Hey Y'all.
I am not going to lie, IT HAS BEEN A ROUGH WEEK. Spiritually, emotionally, and physically. If you are like me, if one aspect of my life is off, all three are off. Such is the case this past week. Last Sunday night Ali started this strange coughing noise which I figured was a result of walking her too much. At that point she had only worn a collar/leash 24 hours of her 3 month life. Her cough went with her to the vet on Monday morning and the Dr. told us she had pneumonia. He gave us an antibiotic and told us to visit again for a check up on Friday. Throughout the week, Ali coughed and coughed and gagged all day and all night. Monday and Tuesday night Nick and I rotated every hour on the hour taking her outside and comforting her. Her spirit was very low because not only did she just not feel good but she was wearing herself out with her constant deep coughs. Brian and Stephanie came to visit midweek and we all agreed Ali was pitiful. On top of that, Nick's Jetta went to the auto-doc. and received a very very expensive checkup - new tires AND breaks checkup. Normally, this financial set back would have really set me back...but for the first time since I began my/our financial independance I could not have cared less how much money was being taken from our bank account. You see, my heart, my worries, my concerns, and my prayers this week have all been about Ali...
Wednesday, during my day at work, I myself began to feel under the weather. Allergy attack...for those of you who know the sneezing, itchy throat, watery eyes during the day/nasal congestion headache at night routine...I need not say more. However, by Thursday night I was getting more sleep and was eager to hear how Ali's checkup would go Friday morning. We knew something was not right because she was still coughing, still lethargic, and still dripping mucous from her nose.
Friday morning I called Nick at 11:25 am to leave Ali an encouraging message for her 11 am appt. He answered and I said, "HEY! you two are out quick!" He said, "Well, I 'm out, Ali is still there because they need to keep her to run more tests. You will need to pick her up at 4:30pm while I am working at the concession stand (Biscuits game)."
My heart sank... more tests?
Of course, pessimistic, curious little me gets on the internet and googles "puppy cough" etc. and I get taken to a website about puppy distemper. I'm not kidding or trying to be funny when I tell you all that this website was a nightmare. I sat at my desk gasping and sobbing, literally crying like a little kid who is hiccuping because I am crying so hard while I'm reading about the stages of this virus starting with coughing and runny nose, then vomitting and diarrhea, then eventually complete shutting down of the organs and nervous system leading to seizures and paralysis. I was terrified at work, y'all. Terrified. The pictures on the site made it worse. I called Nick back and could barely get my words out. It was 12noon and I have 3.5 more hours to sit through at work when the only place I wanted to be was locked in the cage with Ali and the docs. office. I went to get her at 4 and met with the doc. Red faced and swollen eyed he welcomed me into his office and immediately started saying not to jump to conclusions. We looked at x-rays and he pointed out the visable lining of her lungs which indicated some kind of virus in her lungs producing thick fluid (causing the coughing and funny nose). He said that when distemper (the horrible website virus) is questionable he looks for hardening/callousing of the nose and pads, yellow spotted eyes with discharge...and lots of other bad gross stuff. Official tests for this virus are very expensive and once you have them back either you have spent a lot of money to say no she doesn't have it...or you spend a lot of money to say yes she has it when you would know anyway in a few more days. He told me to take her home...MAKE HER REST, hoped that she ate and drank, took her new medicine and he said the most important thing to give her was TLC. Her doc. firmly believes that dogs have a higher chance of living if you give them something to live for. This "little check" up ended up being another really big set back financially. But again, I could not have cared less. I jsut handed over the card and took my baby home.
I brought Ali home to an empty apartment. I did not expect Nick home from work until atleast 11:00pm. I sat on the couch with Ali on my chest and I cried and told her how much I love her and how I've never loved a dog like I love her...and it is true. She is a puppy that belongs to and is the responsibility of me and my beloved husband. I can't explain how much joy she brings to me...even in this short one week. As we say on the couch, I stroked her and kissed her and asked God to please heal her...I'm just not ready for her to go. This may all sound so silly because, yes, she is a dog. But, a human heart that is hurting is a human heart that is hurting...and I was hurting. Stephanie G. came over that night at about 7pm to talk for a while. I needed to ask all fo the small picture questions and big picture questions about why this was all happening: Ali getting sick and money just "trickling away" all so unexpectedly. We came up with a few guesses as to why I was not dealing with all of it very well and where to go from there.
I put Ali and myself to bed at nine and we both instantly fell asleep. At about 11:30pm the sweetest kiss woke me up to tell me that my love was home and ready to hold me after a long hurtful day. I slept so good that night, and so did Ali.
Saturday until now, Sunday night, Ali has been a brand new puppy. She eats, she wants to play, she hides, she fetches, she eats, she drinks...no coughing, never any diar. or vomit, never any discharge or callousing. She appears to be so happy and so healthy...she HATES her new medicine but that is too bad...
My head and my heart tell me that we are not out of the woods yet even though she is doing MUCH better. I have taken my prayers for Ali to a new level...one that is thankful for her no matter how long we have her...and one that is realizing that life will have it's share of disappointments and hurts - its seems more for some than others. Whether lessons be learned through losing money, losing pets, or losing family and friends, there is a wonderful and faithful God who longs for us to draw near to Him, even if we don't understand, and wait for him to provide whatever it is we need. I am slowly learning this.
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