Sunday, January 31, 2010
Thursday, January 28, 2010
And our picture story begins.
Then it started to get crazier
This is my favorite
Someday, Miss Mimi, little Plum B Minus will get you back...
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Congrats, Mark and Kim...and yes, that order was on purpose as I hear that Mark "let" Kim take his girl in while he struggled with her's. (It must've been a wee little struggle if she came in right behind her sister!) Wonderful news to wake to this fine morning. Yes, indeed!
Friday, January 22, 2010
This has been a crazy week. I had a full calendar, perhaps because there were only four days this week! So I got nothing done around the house and it is looking a bit scary. I have really had issues with Kate this week, and am desperately in need of carpet cleaning yet again. Last night the pups had their yearly check-ups, and it was revealed why Miss Kate was having accidents again. We had spent Wednesday evening at class and she had a wonderful time with all the puppies that had shown up. Kate adores puppies...bar none. All went well and we headed home as usual. No big deal following the biggest class I have ever been to.
Fast forward to last night, a whopping 24 hours later. We got to the appointment a bit early and my best way of keeping the diva in check is to hold her on my lap. She so wanted to go visit everyone, so up she came. The dogs were weighed and I was quite pleased that Henry has maintained the exact same weight for two years. I guess I have the correct feeding amount and schedule. Kate gained a bit, which was good. She is still well within the standard at 31.2 pounds. She is changing and building muscle, so I am happy. However, when we got into the exam room and the vet came in I noticed that she was, as my aunt used to say, "in a delicate way." She is asleep behind me and is wearing her diaper. Happily she will be back to her normal self come the Albany show on Valentines day.
Yesterday I also tagged along on an appointment at Children's for the two grand girls of my daughter. They have eczema, and it was a recheck. I dare someone to try to convince me that my kids' father's skin issues are not eczema. He can self diagnose all he wants, but they are physician diagnosed and it all looks pretty darn familiar. Hopefully they will outgrow it, or at least be able to keep it in check with the knowledge gained. I have a love/hate relationship with Children's Hospital. I am so glad it is available in the area, but I really dislike teaching hospitals, and bad memories haunt me at Children's. Enough said about that!
This weekend is looking crazy, but so far, knock wood, next week looks a bit quieter.
With that said I am off to the post office and then back to do some yard work. Come on Spring!!!
Monday, January 18, 2010
Saturday starts and I am fresh and clean, as is Katelan. I primp and iron and take the suit coat out of its bag, all clean and pressed. Kate is brushed, chalked, and her hair is fluffed and sprayed. However, once out of the ring I find that a part to my leg is malfunctioning. I need to head home and change it out before Sunday. Sunday starts off on the wrong foot, so to speak. The PA system is messed up and only if we REALLY concentrate hard can we hear the National Anthems. I had studied my breed standard and was completely confused, which is really no surprise, as that tends to be my state of mind at shows anyway. Then I hear over the now loud sound system. "Well folks, it's early in the show but we already have things gathering in the lost and found....(blah, blah, blah,) and one left shoe." sigh. I had wondered where my shoe had gone. I was pretty sure I had packed it, but when I was getting ready at ringside I only had one. The worst was going to claim it. Oh how I wish I had my shorts on. Perhaps then they would not have laughed at me quite so hard. The good news is that the part on the leg held, so there was no threat of losing it. So, that brings us to today, or last night. I fell into bed and started to read. The power went out. So I stumbled around and found my flashlight then set the phone alarm, called the power company (whose recording stated that power would be restored around 6am) and eventually fell asleep. Sadly I had decided to splurge on a Grub Hut burger and onion rings as my birthday dinner. BIG MISTAKE. I had heartburn big time. Lesson learned. Next time I will just go for the cheesecake. The wind was roaring something awful. I dozed on and off until 5 and got up. I turned on the news and heard about how bad the wind and rain, in spots, was, so decided to leave the house by 6:30. I didn't know if I would run into traffic or not, and knew that the Narrows Bridge was going to be an interesting ride, which it truly was. The road actually was moving under the truck. Moving enough that I could feel it. All I could think about was the news clip my Dad had of "Galloping Gertie;" the former version of the Narrows Bridge, that ended up in the water following a bad wind. I just wanted to get to the other side. It was a white knuckle ride. So today saw me rumpled and a tad "unkept" and I didn't care. Kate had a once over with the brush, but that was it for her as well. I was still tasting the onion rings and had the usual headache, that had somehow eluded me the past two days. We got to the fairgrounds early enough to stop and hear how my favorite double blue did on his first round in Rally. 100! Perfect score. I wish I had gotten to see him perform, as I had the day before when he won his class. I think we may have to give it a try, but no one shines like Casper. I headed back for ring check in. This time I wore my shoes. This time I came home with a huge broken blister. I guess it really doesn't pay to get cheap shoes, even for showing. I just can't risk it.
So another series is over. And the last time I give myself double ring time. It's time to be a big girl and start entering into "Open" instead of "American Bred." Four people have told me that I am doing Kate a disservice, but I was doing it more to get the experience in the ring. Now Kate will be competing with the big girls. I think we are ready.
I have my wounds to tend this time, literally. It won't slow me down, but I do wonder why I enjoy this so much.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
New bucket list item. Same bad, bad person with the hydro. This spring I will be going to the area Airport and taking the introductory class and flight. He overheard me talking about the helicopter ride into the crater of St. Helens and how I still have that at the top of the list of coolest things I have ever done. As a person who not only flew small planes, but built the one he flew, he decided I needed to add a small plane to that short list. Luckily I cannot afford to get hooked on it, so all will be fine. I find it interesting that the more things I check off my bucket list, the even more things go into it. It is an interesting phenomenon.. I guess I would never want that list to end, as there would no longer be an incentive to keep on, would there?
Wonderful news from the youngest offspring whose artwork and skills are being awarded. He has been asked to do a seat for a custom motorcycle that will benefit Children's Research. The bike will be the featured centerfold on an upcoming issue of V-Twin magazine. This is huge and may be the "foot in the door" that he needs to get this portion of his business moving. He may also being doing some of the metal fabrication, but that is still up in the air. Congrats, kiddo. I'm very proud of you, but not at all surprised. It was just a matter of getting some of your artwork into the right hands, and it looks like it is happening. I could not be prouder.
With that, I am calling the computer stuff over for the time being. It is time to go put a few miles behind me and the woods are calling my name. First, however, I need to find...
the pedometer, sigh (and rain boots!)
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Monday, January 11, 2010
I find myself pacing around the house feeling like I am starving. I grab one of those four cup pyrex measuring cup and fill it with salad. I sit and eat it. There is absolutely no way that I can be hungry after I finish it. But I am jonesing. For sugar. I don't eat much of it, but when I want it, nothing else seems to do. I try to do something that gets my mind off of it. Then I want carbs. So I go to the still clean, and pretty much empty, fridge. Nothing appeals because I got rid of all the "bad" stuff. I notice a cube of butter and think about cookies. Instead I pull out the turkey breast and cut myself a slice. My choice is the turkey breast or the treadmill. I already tried the treadmill and kept telling myself that if I did another mile I could maybe reward myself with something sweet. I really don't want to go there. So I am sitting here eating my slice of meat; dipping it in horseradish and thinking about sugar sprinkled tomatoes. Yes, by jove, that seems to be working!!
The games that I must play with my head.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Since I moved here a decade ago, I have not had garbage pickup. The dump is not too terribly far, and I would need to load the cans up in the truck and take them to the main street any way. Added cost and Scottish heritage dictated that I do dump runs myself. I threw in the towel a week ago and ordered service. I got tired of saving up bags of stuff until I had a truck load. Costs at the dump have been steadily climbing. I am sick of it. Today the big rolling recycle bin and much smaller rolling garbage bin arrived at the bottom of my hill. I had the dogs out for a walk when I noticed them so dragged them, and the dogs, up the hill to the house. Let me say, the dogs were less than pleased, but we made it just fine. Then, of course, I couldn't wait to fill them. In a very short time both were full and I am considering a dump run to clean out the rest and start with a clean slate. I cannot believe how happy I am to see a garbage can. Oh, and for what it is worth, it is now the same price to have it picked up. Bizarre, but true.
Then it is show time. Yes, indeed. A rather large showing of Cardigan Welsh Corgis awaits us next weekend in Puyallup. I have had a major attitude adjustment. I realized that my biggest factor was lack of grooming expertise. Saturday I will go for a one on one session with my conformation instructor. Once I get a handle on that I think I will stop stressing so much. THAT is a good thing for me, the dog, and everyone around me. Kate has a funny hair lump on her back that makes her look like she has a non level top line. In Idaho the breeder helped me groom, OK, she groomed, and we took the classes. I should have paid more attention. Now I will have a chance to get it done, and I am delighted. My pupster is getting a nice coat now, so we have as much chance as any one in doing well if she is properly groomed.
So I am now off to run a few errands and then take the dogs out for another run. The weather is perfect. Chilly and clear.
It must be spring...
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
"Hoarders." I watch that show and immediately scan my house for things that can be purged. I make a list of cleaning supplies. I find myself picking up, dusting, and vacuuming during commercials. I notice how the piles on the counters and table need to be eliminated...and I cannot sleep until they are properly sorted and filed. That show is a boon for cleaning supply companies. Not a lot of us need those big blue "Got Junk" trucks, but I do think about how quickly the garage could be organized if I had one in my front yard. I find peace in the fact that very little in my house would draw me to tears if I had to do without it. I can quite easily donate a truckload to Goodwill, and am already scanning the area for the next big load to go. There is something quite nice about an easily organized house. In my little place that equates to sparse. It is sad to see people so tied to stuff. So tied that they risk losing their children for the memories that certain small trinkets give them. I remember when Mom died I had a dress that I kept for a very long time. At first it was for the smell. The smell of Mom, even as an adult, gave me comfort. It made me sad as the smell faded. I never wanted her to fade from my life. But she did. The memories are there, and will forever be, but she is gone. I have certain trinkets that I cherish and will pass on to my children and grandchildren, but she is gone. They will not mean the same things to them as they do to me. And that is OK. They don't even need to keep them. They don't remember her; some never knew her. They are just cool antiquey things. I'm good with that. But I am not good with piles and piles of cluttery stuff. I hate the smell of mildew. Walking into an antique shop gives me a headache.
My kids grew up in an unsanitary house. I tried to keep it up, and did a fair job until I got sick. Five of us in a 600 square foot house was tough. When I became bedridden the cleaning stopped. It makes me feel ill just to think back, so I won't. I am just grateful that I am out of there and that my kids are healthy. Our history shapes us, but that part of my history I really cannot revisit. I am not willing to acknowledge that it made me stronger, or a better person, or anything but extremely sad. However, the knowledge that it wasn't me is somewhat nice. Watching the television show gives me the little nudge I may need to keep "stuff" to a minimum.
I still think it may be a clever marketing ploy, however...
Electronic cleaning wipes
Refill for mop
Perhaps I am becoming "Obsessed"? Do I need an "Intervention"? Perhaps I should stick to Nick at Night...
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
I must admit that I don't "do" New Year's Eve. To me it is but another evening. I heard fireworks at around 9:30pm, and I went to bed at 10. However, this morning I decided that I needed to get into the spirit of the new year. I had read about a lot of Polar Bear club dips and thought it could be fun. However, the idea of joining a mob of people that run in and then out just didn't seem to fit my particular needs. Truth is, I wasn't sure how the heck I was going to do it. The swim is no big deal. I knew that my pool was much colder than Puget Sound. There is still a layer of ice on my pool. The Sound sits around 48 degrees year round. As a kid I swam in the Sound often. But back then I had two lower extremities. So I decided my best option was crutches to the water line. It is freaking cold to wade in to, as is my pool in the summer. I would much prefer to go off the pier or dock. I just couldn't figure out how to do that safely. Next year I will find a place where I can leave crutches on the beach and take off my leg on the dock and jump in. Either that or I will find a couple of people crazy enough to join me that will help walk me back up the beach. At any rate, with the wind blowing and the temps about what the water was, it felt surprisingly warmer than I expected.
Check another thing off the Bucket List.
When I got home I sawed a hole in the barn door and installed a window; Windy's Christmas present. I am hoping she will be more willing to hang in the barn if she can see out both ends. I still have to frame it, but the Plexiglas is in and secure on the inside. I just need to frame the outside so it looks more finished. The up side is that it is much lighter in the tack area. Right now the electric is off out there as the motion sensor lights are not going off and I haven't gotten around to replacing them. Re-setting hasn't worked and I am likely going to pay now for going cheap back then. So it goes. While I was out sawing, neighbor "Jim" came by to cuss and spit as he told his tales of woe on moving. Yes, indeedy, he is gone. Tonight he is sleeping in his new place far away from here. He said he will be leaving a mess, so it may be a bit before the house goes on the market. I really feel for the family of the landlord. Losing someone so close to Christmas makes a mess of the holiday for years to come. I hope that I get a chance to talk with them when they come to work on the place. They may find it makes sense to hire someone to do the cleaning. The place is quite small, but I can only imagine how messy it may be. I sure hope someone buys it that loves it, and the trees around it. I also want to make sure that it is properly measured and marked. I have only a clue where my property lines are, and I may be needing to fence depending on the new owner.
Tomorrow will see the Christmas tree coming down and the house cleaned. I think it is time to paint. (Gee, thanks for the inspiration, Kim.) This summer I will need to paint the outside of the house. I might as well get practiced by doing the inside this winter. I have wanted to do it since I moved in. Now, six dogs later it is past time. I had a scot that loved to wipe herself off by rubbing along the walls. I have a dark line about a foot off the floor. The two I have now don't do the wall rub tango. I know the color I want, but haven't been able to find it as of yet. I will take a trip to Sherwin Williams and see what they can find that is close...then I will go to Home Depot because I am cheap.
Two weeks from today will be the first day of the Puyallup show. My instructor is home with a new litter of Newfie pups...seven of them. Hopefully she can still fit me in for grooming help during the week before. All three of my fur-kids had pedicures yesterday. The dogs get done each week. Kate is easy. Henry, not so. He is getting there. Now he submits to the muzzle, so we are getting there. One baby step at a time. I'm hoping someday to be able to use the grinder on him as well. It does a much nicer job and I have yet to draw blood using it. With Henry's feet issues it may be a long while before he will tolerate the vibration.
2010 will be a year of a lot of firsts. I look forward to each and every adventure that I get to encounter.