Since I moved into my new house, I have been very excited about getting all of my stuff out of the boxes that some of it has been in for years. When I moved back from Halifax, I just put a lot of the boxes into my parents basement and left them there. When I bought the house, they made me clear out all my boxes from their basement, so I have been unpacking stuff that I haven't seen in many years. Some of it is really cool, like pictures and books and things. But, I am starting to get tired of the stuff. Seriously, why do I have SO MUCH OF IT! It is endless. And why have I kept all of this stuff for all of these years. Apparently I have inherited the inability to throw anything away from my pack rat mother. Although, I seem to be in worse shape since I have seen my mother throw something away, I am almost sure of it. I, on the other hand, have seemingly never thrown anything away.
I am running out of places to put the stuff.
And the books. I love to read, I read a lot, and I read anything and everything. I have bought 5 new bookcases (in addition to all the ones I already owned) to put the books. And I still have about 8 crates of books not unpacked yet. Did you need something to read? Come to my house. I have all my textbooks, as wells as most of my notebooks, scribblers and binders from many years of university. Why do I keep this stuff. It's borderline pathological. I will never need to read about clinical psychology again, I hope, so why haven't I gotten rid of this book and all my notes from this class? I am pretty sure I am never going to be a psychologist, and probably won't be needing this book anytime soon, but there it is, on my bookcase, just in case.
One of these days, I am going to clear out all of this junk. I am going to get rid of all of this stuff I have and stop being a pack rat. I am going to be a minimalist. I am.... a big liar. I will never get rid of anything. I will just box it back up until the next time I move. And then go through this all again.
Note to the MacKinnons. You are making me very jealous. Christine is off to Dubai today (Have a great trip! Bring me back a present!)and Peter is going to see U2 in concert (Have fun! Bring me back Bono!). Very very jealous. Mike better not win the lottery or anything or I will explode from all the envy.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Thursday, March 17, 2005
Happy Green Beer Day!
May those who love us love us
And those who don't love us
May God turn their hearts,
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.
--Irish Prayer
Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! I hope the luck of the Irish is yours today.
And those who don't love us
May God turn their hearts,
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.
--Irish Prayer
Happy St. Patrick's Day everyone! I hope the luck of the Irish is yours today.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
I am a genius!
Shut up, I am too.
I got a new washing machine delivered yesterday, but they forgot a couple of hoses. So, today, I went out to get the proper hoses and then I hooked up my washing machine and my dryer ALL BY MYSELF! And they both work and do not leak water all over the floor. Desoto laid on the floor and watched me in amazement as I performed these handy-man type tasks. He never knew his mom was so talented. And only a couple of swear words were said. By Desoto, not me.
I got a new washing machine delivered yesterday, but they forgot a couple of hoses. So, today, I went out to get the proper hoses and then I hooked up my washing machine and my dryer ALL BY MYSELF! And they both work and do not leak water all over the floor. Desoto laid on the floor and watched me in amazement as I performed these handy-man type tasks. He never knew his mom was so talented. And only a couple of swear words were said. By Desoto, not me.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
So Funny
These girls, who are responsible for my favorite website ever, TWOP, are so freaking funny!
Monday, March 14, 2005
Wild Weekend
I had a very exciting weekend. I unpacked boxes and cleaned. And hung out with my dog, who is feeling very much better. I did leave the house several times as well - once to have pizza with my cousin the veterinarian who calmed me down and kept me sane during the time I was convinced that Desoto was going to die, and once to have brunch on Sunday with Scott and Andrea. So, all in all, very entertaining. And my house is starting to look like a house now, instead of a pile of boxes.
Desoto is back to normal, meaning that he wants to go outside for walks all the time and acts very offended if I don't come outside and play with him right now. Since we moved into the new house, he has decided that he doesn't like other people walking down his street. He will tolerate people driving down the street, unless you are driving a loud truck, these he does not like, but he does not appreciate people walking by the house at all. And he really doesn't like all the kids who walk by at lunch time. He takes his guard dog duties very seriously. He sits by the big front window all the time. If he sees someone coming, he will stand up and give them his best scary dog look, then when they get close to the house, he barks a couple of times to scare them away. Then when they have gone, he sits back down to get ready for the next one.
I came home for lunch on Friday and when I came into the house, I closed the screen door but not the inside door. Desoto and I were at the top of the stairs and he noticed a group of kids standing at the end of the driveway talking. As he doesn't like anyone on his property, he flew down the stairs, barking that great, loud, big dog bark that he has, and as he hit the screen door, it flew open and he landed out on the doorstep, barking those big, deep, WOOF's. You have never seen a group of kids scatter like that! It was really very funny, they ran like they were scared Desoto was going to eat them, which I am sure they were. I am pretty sure that I would have run for my life too. Desoto stood on the doorstep glaring until all the kids were gone, and then he turned around and came back into the house, as if to say, "OK, I did my job, they are all gone." It's a ggod thing he didn't try and chase anyone, because I was laughing too hard to have been of any use in saving the kids. When the kids walked back after their lunch, they all walked on the other side of the street.
Desoto is back to normal, meaning that he wants to go outside for walks all the time and acts very offended if I don't come outside and play with him right now. Since we moved into the new house, he has decided that he doesn't like other people walking down his street. He will tolerate people driving down the street, unless you are driving a loud truck, these he does not like, but he does not appreciate people walking by the house at all. And he really doesn't like all the kids who walk by at lunch time. He takes his guard dog duties very seriously. He sits by the big front window all the time. If he sees someone coming, he will stand up and give them his best scary dog look, then when they get close to the house, he barks a couple of times to scare them away. Then when they have gone, he sits back down to get ready for the next one.
I came home for lunch on Friday and when I came into the house, I closed the screen door but not the inside door. Desoto and I were at the top of the stairs and he noticed a group of kids standing at the end of the driveway talking. As he doesn't like anyone on his property, he flew down the stairs, barking that great, loud, big dog bark that he has, and as he hit the screen door, it flew open and he landed out on the doorstep, barking those big, deep, WOOF's. You have never seen a group of kids scatter like that! It was really very funny, they ran like they were scared Desoto was going to eat them, which I am sure they were. I am pretty sure that I would have run for my life too. Desoto stood on the doorstep glaring until all the kids were gone, and then he turned around and came back into the house, as if to say, "OK, I did my job, they are all gone." It's a ggod thing he didn't try and chase anyone, because I was laughing too hard to have been of any use in saving the kids. When the kids walked back after their lunch, they all walked on the other side of the street.
Friday, March 11, 2005
Better Day
So, today is a better day. I have calmed down and after a visit to the veterinarian, and many phone calls to my cousin who is also a vet, I am feeling very hopeful that Desoto is going to be ok.
The vet thinks that Desoto either had a seizure or he has a problem with his heart. He is the right age for seizures to start showing up, apparently they start manifesting around 2 yrs old, and if this is the problem, it is really the best case since some dogs may have only a couple of seizures, or have them only a few times a year and not need to be medicated at all.
Big dogs like Desoto are prone to heart problems though, but when I asked my cousin the vet about it she said that if it was a heart problem, it would likely (but not always) have shown up in a heart murmur or an arrythmia, which Desoto doesn't have, so that is keeping me hopeful.
He had blood test done which all came back normal (thank goodness), and he now has to have some tests done on his heart, like a chest x-ray, an ultrasound and an ECG, and that will show if there is a problem with his heart, and what it is.
So he was great last night, and I am feeling much better today. If it was a seizure, then that is good - well, not good, but better than anything else - and it can be controlled with medication. If it is a heart problem, well, I will wait until after all these tests and see what the doctor says before I start thinking worst case.
So, thanks for all the positive vibes sent to me and Desoto. It really helped. Keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't have a heart problem.
The vet thinks that Desoto either had a seizure or he has a problem with his heart. He is the right age for seizures to start showing up, apparently they start manifesting around 2 yrs old, and if this is the problem, it is really the best case since some dogs may have only a couple of seizures, or have them only a few times a year and not need to be medicated at all.
Big dogs like Desoto are prone to heart problems though, but when I asked my cousin the vet about it she said that if it was a heart problem, it would likely (but not always) have shown up in a heart murmur or an arrythmia, which Desoto doesn't have, so that is keeping me hopeful.
He had blood test done which all came back normal (thank goodness), and he now has to have some tests done on his heart, like a chest x-ray, an ultrasound and an ECG, and that will show if there is a problem with his heart, and what it is.
So he was great last night, and I am feeling much better today. If it was a seizure, then that is good - well, not good, but better than anything else - and it can be controlled with medication. If it is a heart problem, well, I will wait until after all these tests and see what the doctor says before I start thinking worst case.
So, thanks for all the positive vibes sent to me and Desoto. It really helped. Keep your fingers crossed that he doesn't have a heart problem.
Thursday, March 10, 2005
My dog is sick
Desoto is sick and I am scared out of my mind. Last night he was upstairs with me in my bedroom when he collapsed in a heap on the floor and went unconscious. I have never seen anything like it - he just went boneless then lost control of his bladder. I thought he was dead and started screaming. After a couple of minutes he came around a little bit and tried to get up, but couldn't. He laid on the floor with his head on my lap as I cried my eyes out for about 20 minutes. Then after a bit, he came around and got up. He shook himself and then he seemed fine, wagging his tail and wanting to go outside. This morning, he still seems fine, although he is a little shaky, but he ate and drank like normal.
I called the vet and am going in today to have him examined, and I am terrified that he is really sick. So any positive energy you can send his way would be appreciated.
I called the vet and am going in today to have him examined, and I am terrified that he is really sick. So any positive energy you can send his way would be appreciated.
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Move, then collapse
So I am all moved in! Except nothing is unpacked and shall probably remain in boxes for a little while yet, as I try to decide where stuff should go. but all my stuff is now in my house. Then, after all the painting, cleaning and moving, I promptly collapsed from exhaustion and the flu and stayed in my bed (I love my bed!) for two days. But at least all the hard stuff is done and I can relax and pick away at the unpacking.
There was an unfortunate incident with one of the rooms. After much discussion with my mother, I decided on a very pretty, very pale lilac for one of the bedrooms. The paint, in theory, was very nice. On the walls, a whole other story. It looked like you were inside a giant easter egg! It was a horrible, horrible, bright lilacy purple. I ran back to the paint store and begged the paint guy to make it not be purple anymore. Make it another colour, preferable grey. So the room now looks much better, a pretty purpley grey that does not make me want to beat my head against the wall until I cannot see the walls any more.
Desoto is adjusting, very slowly, to his new home. He misses my parents, and hates being by himself. Mom stopped by to visit him on Monday, and when she was leaving, he cried and wanted to go with her. It is unfortunate that I am not independantly wealthy and cannot afford to stay home all the time and play with my dog, but instead have to go to work to make enough money to pay for all the food he eats!
So far, I have to say, except for the sickness its been very cool waking up in my house that I own.
There was an unfortunate incident with one of the rooms. After much discussion with my mother, I decided on a very pretty, very pale lilac for one of the bedrooms. The paint, in theory, was very nice. On the walls, a whole other story. It looked like you were inside a giant easter egg! It was a horrible, horrible, bright lilacy purple. I ran back to the paint store and begged the paint guy to make it not be purple anymore. Make it another colour, preferable grey. So the room now looks much better, a pretty purpley grey that does not make me want to beat my head against the wall until I cannot see the walls any more.
Desoto is adjusting, very slowly, to his new home. He misses my parents, and hates being by himself. Mom stopped by to visit him on Monday, and when she was leaving, he cried and wanted to go with her. It is unfortunate that I am not independantly wealthy and cannot afford to stay home all the time and play with my dog, but instead have to go to work to make enough money to pay for all the food he eats!
So far, I have to say, except for the sickness its been very cool waking up in my house that I own.
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