We got a new puppy this weekend. She’s a 10 week old Puggle (Beagle/Pug) American Bulldog cross. We’ve named her Jenny.
We’ve always said that as soon as we got a house, we’d get a second dog. So basically, we’ve been talking about it for almost 3 years and therefore this was by no means a spur of the moment decision. We moved into our home last September, but it took us this long to decide if we wanted another puppy or a rescue from the local shelter. We found a rescue last week, a 5 year old Husky-Sheppard X who was gorgeous and such a sweet lady. However, when I took H to see her on Saturday morning she was already adopted. Disappointed (because I was convinced we were going to get a dog that day) we went out to a place we’ve been watching for puppies, and sure enough, there’s Jenny. She is this teeny little black and white thing with the most adorable eyes and face and we decided that she was perfect. She will be about the same size as Lola (our current dog who is our BABY).
Things have been going just as expected. Sleepless nights, lots of crying, a couple of accidents in the house, lots of standing outside waiting for her to do her business. She’s getting along with Lola pretty well at this point which is good because I was really worried that Lola would feel put-out, which is the last thing I want because she is my heart-dog . Literally, this dog (Lola) is my soul-mate and best buddy. She’s with me or H whatever we do, wherever we go. She sleeps between us in the bed, sits between us on the couch, stands between us (as navigator) in the car, snuggles like you wouldn’t believe (it’s like she can’t get close enough) and is like our first child. Lola is fairly indifferent to Jenny, a couple of little moments of jealousy, mostly curious and doing ok. We’re going WAY overboard on the Lola attention to compensate so this probably helps. Jenny isn’t really interested in Lola yet.
However, and here’s where it gets weird, I’m having regrets about getting Jenny (and found out this morning that H is too). I can’t seem to bond with her. She’s absolutely adorable and very sweet, but it’s just not happening. This is very strange because I am a HUGE animal person, especially when it comes to dogs and I usually bond very quickly, but it’s just not happening. I’m taking care of her of course, and giving her attention and love, but I am so worried about Lola and her feelings that I can’t seem to see Jenny as our dog and a permanent fixture in the house. I keep telling Lola that she’s our baby and that Jenny is just our dog. It’s like having puppy post-partum. I ended up in tears in the living room yesterday thinking about how everything will change for Lola and for us and it made me so sad. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to go back in time and NOT buy Jenny. I can’t understand it; I should have been prepared for this. I’ve had lots of puppies before, this one is no different, so what’s my/our problem? And the bigger question is, what do I do about it?
It’s the little things that are bugging me. Like, Lola was my dog before H and I got married. She lived with me at home and therefore is partially my Mum’s dog (at heart) as well. So it works out perfect because if we ever have to go anywhere over night or if we’re having a lot of people over to the house, Lola goes for a visit with her “Ma” and loves it (so does my Mum who LOVES Lola). I don’t have to think about it, she just goes. This won’t happen with both of them because my Mum has her own dog and runs a business out of her home so 3 dogs would be too much. Or when we go to the cottage on weekends in the summer; my IL’s don’t like dogs, but have learned to tolerate and then eventually love Lola, but now I don’t think they’ll be cool with both dogs coming up. So that means what? We don’t go to the cottage?
The strange thing is, I thought about all of this before… but it didn’t bother me until now. It just seems like a huge chunk of our freedom (and Lola’s) has been taken away. I was aware that it would happen, puppies are a huge commitment/ responsibility, but now that’s its happening, I’m regretting it. I feel horrible… like I’ve made a stupid decision and it’s not Jenny’s fault, and I don’t know what to do.
I feel awful about the whole thing. Awful for Lola, for us and for Jenny. I guess we’ll wait it out and see what happens. Maybe we just need to give it some time?
I'd post a pic, but it doesn't seem appropriate to have that cute little face with this kind of post... so I'll post one if/when the post is happier.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
The Magical World of Disney
Our trip was awesome. We spent 7 days at a great resort in Orlando with 7 gorgeous pools, tennis courts, beach volley ball, basketball etc etc. We could have spent the whole 7 days at the resort and been content. However, that’s not at all what we did.
Sunday: arrive, get settled in condo, POOL, dinner out
Monday: grocery shopping in the early AM (called and cab and stretch limo came… weird!) Pool day at the resort, hilarious game of beach volleyball that night.
Tuesday: Mini-golf and shopping at one of the local outlet malls. I bought NOTHING but DH got some new shoes. We got absolutely poured on… it was actually scary because the wind was whipping in all directions and then it started to hail (golf ball sized). It looked like CNN footage of a hurricane. I just read in the Jacuzzi in the room that night.
Wednesday: rent a car, drive to cocoa beach, play in the ocean, get sun burnt, pickup a jelly fish (that’s right… I picked it up because I thought it was a piece of glass on the beach), picnic lunch, shopping at the original Ron Jon Surf Shop (my nephew is a snowboarder and is sponsored by our local Ron Jon so he really wanted to go) and I again bought nothing, ice cream and then drive back to condo and sit at the pool for the evening.
Thursday: MAGIC KINGDOM! No description necessary. So amazing even though it was my third visit! We had some rain in the afternoon but we were there and were weren’t leaving so we stuck it out and it was awesome because there were no lines. We walked on to almost everything!
Friday: Blizzard Beach (Disney Water Park). Hilarious fun… great weather, little-to-no lines. Awesome day. We laughed the whole time. Only down side was I saw a HUGE, long, disgusting black snake on one of the walkways headed right for the wave pool, so I wouldn’t go in after that. I’m beyond terrified of snakes.
Saturday: we spent the last day by the pool and playing volley ball. It was sad because we didn’t want the vacation to be over yet.
Sunday: 10am flight out of Orlando, arrive back in Toronto at 4 after a really turbulent flight from Chicago (connecting flight). I felt absolutely disgusting but we made it home and parked it on the couch with the dog and take-out for the rest of the night. My Mum, sister and nephew got stuck in Dallas because of flight issues and were travelling for almost 24 hours straight. They should have arrived back in Toronto at 5, but didn’t land until 2am. I was so happy that I wasn’t on their flight.
I miss Florida already. The resort was amazing… I could have lived there. I keep drifting off and thinking about it and I really want to go back.
Now, I’m sicker than a dog again. This is my third cold in 3 months and I’m getting really tired of being sick. I’m so congested that I can hardly breathe and my throat is really irritated so I can’t stop coughing. It’s awful! I can’t go home because I was off last week plus we have no paid sick time. I’m stuck here until 4:30 so I’m praying the day goes by fast. Oh, and my running training is on hold because of sickness once again. This has been the longest 12 week running program EVER! I start boot-camp next week so I hope I’m healthy by then or I’ll be in trouble.
Sunday: arrive, get settled in condo, POOL, dinner out
Monday: grocery shopping in the early AM (called and cab and stretch limo came… weird!) Pool day at the resort, hilarious game of beach volleyball that night.
Tuesday: Mini-golf and shopping at one of the local outlet malls. I bought NOTHING but DH got some new shoes. We got absolutely poured on… it was actually scary because the wind was whipping in all directions and then it started to hail (golf ball sized). It looked like CNN footage of a hurricane. I just read in the Jacuzzi in the room that night.
Wednesday: rent a car, drive to cocoa beach, play in the ocean, get sun burnt, pickup a jelly fish (that’s right… I picked it up because I thought it was a piece of glass on the beach), picnic lunch, shopping at the original Ron Jon Surf Shop (my nephew is a snowboarder and is sponsored by our local Ron Jon so he really wanted to go) and I again bought nothing, ice cream and then drive back to condo and sit at the pool for the evening.
Thursday: MAGIC KINGDOM! No description necessary. So amazing even though it was my third visit! We had some rain in the afternoon but we were there and were weren’t leaving so we stuck it out and it was awesome because there were no lines. We walked on to almost everything!
Friday: Blizzard Beach (Disney Water Park). Hilarious fun… great weather, little-to-no lines. Awesome day. We laughed the whole time. Only down side was I saw a HUGE, long, disgusting black snake on one of the walkways headed right for the wave pool, so I wouldn’t go in after that. I’m beyond terrified of snakes.
Saturday: we spent the last day by the pool and playing volley ball. It was sad because we didn’t want the vacation to be over yet.
Sunday: 10am flight out of Orlando, arrive back in Toronto at 4 after a really turbulent flight from Chicago (connecting flight). I felt absolutely disgusting but we made it home and parked it on the couch with the dog and take-out for the rest of the night. My Mum, sister and nephew got stuck in Dallas because of flight issues and were travelling for almost 24 hours straight. They should have arrived back in Toronto at 5, but didn’t land until 2am. I was so happy that I wasn’t on their flight.
I miss Florida already. The resort was amazing… I could have lived there. I keep drifting off and thinking about it and I really want to go back.
Now, I’m sicker than a dog again. This is my third cold in 3 months and I’m getting really tired of being sick. I’m so congested that I can hardly breathe and my throat is really irritated so I can’t stop coughing. It’s awful! I can’t go home because I was off last week plus we have no paid sick time. I’m stuck here until 4:30 so I’m praying the day goes by fast. Oh, and my running training is on hold because of sickness once again. This has been the longest 12 week running program EVER! I start boot-camp next week so I hope I’m healthy by then or I’ll be in trouble.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
That's really great for you... and now I'll punch you in the face
This is a stupid story, but one of those things that makes you say “why…? Why did you feel the need to bring that up”?
As previously posted, H and I are heading to Orlando on Sunday for a week. We had tried to wait for a seat sale for our flight, but as time went on, the prices got higher and higher and I was stressing, so we just decided to book the cheapest we could find. I need to plan, it’s what I do. So, I booked the flights and made a promise to myself not to look at flight prices after they were booked.
A CW who knew I was travelling there this weekend was asking me for tips on booking Disney World (I’m not staying right in the park this time, but have in the past). They are taking their son for the first time next month. I told her flat out “if you get a seat sale, keep it to yourself. I don’t want to know if you get a good deal. It’s too late for me and my flight is already booked”.
As previously posted, H and I are heading to Orlando on Sunday for a week. We had tried to wait for a seat sale for our flight, but as time went on, the prices got higher and higher and I was stressing, so we just decided to book the cheapest we could find. I need to plan, it’s what I do. So, I booked the flights and made a promise to myself not to look at flight prices after they were booked.
A CW who knew I was travelling there this weekend was asking me for tips on booking Disney World (I’m not staying right in the park this time, but have in the past). They are taking their son for the first time next month. I told her flat out “if you get a seat sale, keep it to yourself. I don’t want to know if you get a good deal. It’s too late for me and my flight is already booked”.
This morning, she walks over to my desk to tell me she got everything booked and the details of her trip. I happily listen until she says this:
Her: “and HOLY deal on the flight too”
Me: “Great”
Her:” You really should have waited.”
Me: “Yeah, but there were no guarantees and I’m an obsessive planner so I needed to know the details and know that we were booked for sure”
Her: “We got all three of us for what it cost you for two”
Me: “great”
Her: “and they are both direct flights” (my flights each have a short stop)
Me: “great”
Her: “and the times are awesome, we’re gaining almost two days based on the flight times”
Me: “that’s great for you”
Her: “you really should have waited”
Me: ::steam starts coming out of my ears:: “great”
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Why was it necessary to tell me this? I’m specifically told her to keep that info to herself. Now I’m pissed (not at her) because we could have got cheaper direct flights if I wasn’t so obsessive and anal (I have mild OCD and it’s a big pain). I’m annoyed with her too because she knew how much it would bother me, but still decided to share the info anyway.
Grrrrrr!
One man's junk....
I haven’t had a chance to post in a while so here’s the catch-up from my last week, the Coles Notes version:
Friday: Worked later than normal, H took me out for Pita’s for dinner and they were yum yum yum! Then I just spent the rest of the night pricing and organizing for Saturday’s garage sale
Saturday: garage sale started at 7:30 am. VERY successful. We made $260!! J It was a nice little addition to our vacation spending money. I was only hoping for about $100 since it’s was a little early in the year, so I was pleasantly surprised. H and his Dad took everything we didn’t sell to the dump or goodwill! We celebrated over lunch and a pint of Guinness at a local pub with FIL (who joined us for the garage sale to sell a few of his own things). We went grocery shopping, I had a nap and then DH went out with a buddy for steak and then to the club, so I stayed home and had fish for dinner (which I can only have when H isn’t home because he hates it) and had a Twilight night…. meaning I parked my butt on the couch and watched Twilight for the 1000th time, but the first time all by myself. I moved up to the bed to read and was able to fall asleep with the bed to myself. It was fabulous!
Sunday: hmm… kind of a blur. We started packing for our vacation and then I decided that I wanted to go and see either Fast and the Furious 2 or Wolverine. We decided on Wolverine since it was playing at a theatre where matinee prices are only 4 bucks each. And might I say, Mr. Jackman… you are yum, yum, yum….that man is absolutely gorgeous! The move was ok too, but I could have just stared at him reading me the dictionary while doing push-ups and been content for 2 hours. We took the dog for a walk just before the rain started and then made amazing spinach/chicken Caesar salad for dinner and caught up on all of our PVR’d shows from the week. Grey's was awesome as always!
This week has been quiet. I’ve been running after work because for some reason I just can’t seem to drag my a$$ out of bed in the morning anymore. It doesn’t make sense because in the dark and cold of winter I could do it 5 days a week no problem, but now that it’s nice I just can’t seem to do it?? Strange. I’m far enough along in my training that I’m really having to push myself during my runs. It’s hard, but it feels good when they’re over.
I only have to get through 2 more work days and then I’m on a 10 day vacation! J I have a pedicure and my waxing scheduled for Saturday and then we fly out Sunday and I’m PUMPED. I plan to do A LOT Of reading and swimming… just general lounging.
I better get back to work, but I’m going to try to be more active today and tomorrow commenting on blogs… I feel neglectful!
Friday: Worked later than normal, H took me out for Pita’s for dinner and they were yum yum yum! Then I just spent the rest of the night pricing and organizing for Saturday’s garage sale
Saturday: garage sale started at 7:30 am. VERY successful. We made $260!! J It was a nice little addition to our vacation spending money. I was only hoping for about $100 since it’s was a little early in the year, so I was pleasantly surprised. H and his Dad took everything we didn’t sell to the dump or goodwill! We celebrated over lunch and a pint of Guinness at a local pub with FIL (who joined us for the garage sale to sell a few of his own things). We went grocery shopping, I had a nap and then DH went out with a buddy for steak and then to the club, so I stayed home and had fish for dinner (which I can only have when H isn’t home because he hates it) and had a Twilight night…. meaning I parked my butt on the couch and watched Twilight for the 1000th time, but the first time all by myself. I moved up to the bed to read and was able to fall asleep with the bed to myself. It was fabulous!
Sunday: hmm… kind of a blur. We started packing for our vacation and then I decided that I wanted to go and see either Fast and the Furious 2 or Wolverine. We decided on Wolverine since it was playing at a theatre where matinee prices are only 4 bucks each. And might I say, Mr. Jackman… you are yum, yum, yum….that man is absolutely gorgeous! The move was ok too, but I could have just stared at him reading me the dictionary while doing push-ups and been content for 2 hours. We took the dog for a walk just before the rain started and then made amazing spinach/chicken Caesar salad for dinner and caught up on all of our PVR’d shows from the week. Grey's was awesome as always!
This week has been quiet. I’ve been running after work because for some reason I just can’t seem to drag my a$$ out of bed in the morning anymore. It doesn’t make sense because in the dark and cold of winter I could do it 5 days a week no problem, but now that it’s nice I just can’t seem to do it?? Strange. I’m far enough along in my training that I’m really having to push myself during my runs. It’s hard, but it feels good when they’re over.
I only have to get through 2 more work days and then I’m on a 10 day vacation! J I have a pedicure and my waxing scheduled for Saturday and then we fly out Sunday and I’m PUMPED. I plan to do A LOT Of reading and swimming… just general lounging.
I better get back to work, but I’m going to try to be more active today and tomorrow commenting on blogs… I feel neglectful!
And for your viewing pleasure!...
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Boo for Wednesdays and Long Weeks
I’m so happy that spring (and a little bit of summer) are finally here. I took the afternoon off work on Friday, left my office at 12, and hung-out in my backyard reading. It was 25 degress C (about 80 F) and beautifully sunny! I got my first sun burn of the year though and now have a lovely farmers tan on my left arm, made worse by the fact that it gets all the sun while I’m driving. When H was done work, we went out to the rail-trail for a walk with the dog and then he took me out for dinner! It was really good, but I ate waaaaaay too much because we went to a buffet. NOT good for the healthy lifestyle of a “recovered” compulsive eater!!! 
Saturday and Sunday were spent going through the storage bins in our basement and spare room as well as what’s left at my Mom’s house, in preparation for our garage sale this Saturday. I was pleasantly surprised with the amount of quality stuff that we have to sell. We have lots of books (which it almost kills me to part with), furniture, games, movies, electronics including an amazing 51” Toshiba television, kitchen stuff etc. Everything is like new, and some of it IS new as it’s wedding presents that we’ve never even opened. I think it’s safe to sell it since we were married almost 3 years ago now.
We had a wicked storm on Saturday afternoon. I’m a storm fanatic so when I heard the thunder I immediately jumped up from my sorting mess, apologized to H, ran around and shut all the windows and then went out to my front porch to watch. The lightening was amazing and basically right over my house so it was gorgeous to watch. But… the rain suddenly started falling “horizontally” and the wind picked up out of nowhere (strong enough that my trees in the front yard were basically folded in half) and I got a little nervous since it’s technically Tornado season in my town. We haven’t had a major one since the year I was born, but that one cleared one whole side of the town and killed 12 people, so some of the residents get nervous every time a storm rolls through in the spring. I ran in to check the weather network for Tornado warnings, but of course, the satellite was down, so I just had to keep an eye on it. I was pretty tense for a little bit. Luckily, it died down within about 10 minutes. I love storms…. There’s just something about them that fascinates me. H says I should have been a weatherman for a living.
I got a quote from Home Depot to do our roof this spring and it was over $1000 more than the first quote we got! I just about choked when I opened it up, especially since they both quoted us for the same materials. I think we’ll go with the cheaper guy since a) it will save us $$ and b) he’s very reputable around town. We’re also having a lawn care company come and do 6 different (natural) treatments on our lawn so I can catch up with it. The previous owners didn’t take care of it at all so I need the pros to come and get it under control and then I can maintain it. That’s another 300 bucks, but I guess it’s part of owning a home.
This week is pretty quiet… I’m doing last minute garage sale prep and getting ready for vacation. It’s been a lonnnnnng week so far. I can’t believe it’s only Wednesday.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Cheating is ok as long as it's worth it, right?
Clearly I'm kidding. Although, with the amount of money this man makes, my husband may even encourage me to flirt a little!
So here's the story. Last night, I'm not in the door 5 minutes (my dog hadn't even settled down yet) when the phone rings. It's my BIL "R". I can immediately tell from his voice that something is wrong. He sounds panicked and out of breath and sort of like he's on the verge of tears. When I tell him my husband isn't home he says "ok, can you just talk to me for a minute? I think I'm having a heart attack". I don't panic right way and I know that sounds bad but you have to understand his history. To make a long story short, he's a cocaine addict. He's currently "recovering" but he's been in "recovery" (and in and out of jail) on and off for about 8 years, so you never really know with him. I don't panic because I've heard this all before and he does it to get attention. I think he has anxiety attacks which scare him and he overreacts. 15 + years of hard core drugs tend to make people slightly paranoid. So I talk him down, tell him to take deep breaths and that he's alright and then ask him where he is. He tells me he's DRIVING himself to the hospital. I tell him to pull over somwhere and I will come and get him, but he insists that I just meet him at the hospital. He thinks he's dying.
So, I call DH and work, tell him what's happening and then I'm jump in the car and drive over to the hospital. By the time I park and get in, R is already with the triage nurse because they don't screw around with chest pains so he moved to the front of the line. They put him in a wheel chair and ask me to wheel him in to the ER. His sister (my SIL "T", whom I harbor a borderline hatred for sometimes) arrives. Freaking out as usual because she's a drama queen and LOVE any excuse to cry "crisis in my life" and get attention. It was all my power not to punch her most of the night because this is not new, this happens all the time, we all have to learn to stop freaking out everytime R calls.
They do blood work, urine tests and x-rays and everything comes up clean... he's not having a heart attack, he's totally healthy. The doctor suggested that it was heartburn since R (and T) suffers from chronic acid reflux and is on medication for it. I was tempted to ask if there were any illegal drugs in his system, but then I thought "and if there are? what can you do about it? You haven't been able to stop it up to now". Both R and T will take the smallest excuse to go to the hospital, then call everyone in the family to rush to their bedside (normally I just ignore them). T has been in emerge 4 time in the last 6 weeks, twice because her period was really heavy! The docs and nurses are familiar with them. Grrrrr.
So, back to the cheating if it's worth it thing. This whole process takes 3 hours in emergency because once they realized he was fine, he dropped to the bottom of the emergency priority list. I'm sitting beside his bed, feeling pissed because my night is now screwed and R and T are now sitting talking and joking, clearly fine, and the most GORGEOUS doctor walks past the curtain and gives me this heart stopping sideways smile. I mean, this man was a perfect human specimen. Tall, dark, handsome, tanned, gorgeous white teeth, awesome 'messy in a good way" hair, great body, GREAT behind.... just basically beautiful. I was stunned at his perfection and couldn't help but saying to T "um.... did you just see Mr perfect doctor man walk by?" To which she giggled and said "yes, he's helped me a couple times". I immediately though of McSteamy and McDreamy from Greys and then realized that those names failed to do justice to this man, and I would have to come up with my own clever nick name for him until I found out who he really was. What was that clever nickname you ask "Mr Perfect Doctor Man"... okay, not my most creative, but I was stunned into momentary shock by his beauty!
I spent the next 2 hours "nonchelantly" staring at this gorgeous man as he went about saving lives. I was trying to come up with a way to "faint" as he walked by in hopes that he would catch me. I knew I was in trouble when I caught my self justifying cheating on my H because "his gorgeous, rich and saves babies... it would be worth it! Surly H would understand" So, I was definatly stary eyed over this man and I'm pretty sure he noticed too because when he came in at the end of the visit to discharge R, he winked at me! I just about hit the floor and my heart shot up to my mouth. Remember my post about my uncontrollable blushing?? Yeah, well I turned about 300 shades of red.
Needless to say it made the 3 hour wait with the two of my least favorite people in the world, MUCH more tolerable and dare I say, almost enjoyable?!? In my next life, I've decided going to be super shallow and marry for looks and money alone! Hopefully, this guy will be around in that same life!
So here's the story. Last night, I'm not in the door 5 minutes (my dog hadn't even settled down yet) when the phone rings. It's my BIL "R". I can immediately tell from his voice that something is wrong. He sounds panicked and out of breath and sort of like he's on the verge of tears. When I tell him my husband isn't home he says "ok, can you just talk to me for a minute? I think I'm having a heart attack". I don't panic right way and I know that sounds bad but you have to understand his history. To make a long story short, he's a cocaine addict. He's currently "recovering" but he's been in "recovery" (and in and out of jail) on and off for about 8 years, so you never really know with him. I don't panic because I've heard this all before and he does it to get attention. I think he has anxiety attacks which scare him and he overreacts. 15 + years of hard core drugs tend to make people slightly paranoid. So I talk him down, tell him to take deep breaths and that he's alright and then ask him where he is. He tells me he's DRIVING himself to the hospital. I tell him to pull over somwhere and I will come and get him, but he insists that I just meet him at the hospital. He thinks he's dying.
So, I call DH and work, tell him what's happening and then I'm jump in the car and drive over to the hospital. By the time I park and get in, R is already with the triage nurse because they don't screw around with chest pains so he moved to the front of the line. They put him in a wheel chair and ask me to wheel him in to the ER. His sister (my SIL "T", whom I harbor a borderline hatred for sometimes) arrives. Freaking out as usual because she's a drama queen and LOVE any excuse to cry "crisis in my life" and get attention. It was all my power not to punch her most of the night because this is not new, this happens all the time, we all have to learn to stop freaking out everytime R calls.
They do blood work, urine tests and x-rays and everything comes up clean... he's not having a heart attack, he's totally healthy. The doctor suggested that it was heartburn since R (and T) suffers from chronic acid reflux and is on medication for it. I was tempted to ask if there were any illegal drugs in his system, but then I thought "and if there are? what can you do about it? You haven't been able to stop it up to now". Both R and T will take the smallest excuse to go to the hospital, then call everyone in the family to rush to their bedside (normally I just ignore them). T has been in emerge 4 time in the last 6 weeks, twice because her period was really heavy! The docs and nurses are familiar with them. Grrrrr.
So, back to the cheating if it's worth it thing. This whole process takes 3 hours in emergency because once they realized he was fine, he dropped to the bottom of the emergency priority list. I'm sitting beside his bed, feeling pissed because my night is now screwed and R and T are now sitting talking and joking, clearly fine, and the most GORGEOUS doctor walks past the curtain and gives me this heart stopping sideways smile. I mean, this man was a perfect human specimen. Tall, dark, handsome, tanned, gorgeous white teeth, awesome 'messy in a good way" hair, great body, GREAT behind.... just basically beautiful. I was stunned at his perfection and couldn't help but saying to T "um.... did you just see Mr perfect doctor man walk by?" To which she giggled and said "yes, he's helped me a couple times". I immediately though of McSteamy and McDreamy from Greys and then realized that those names failed to do justice to this man, and I would have to come up with my own clever nick name for him until I found out who he really was. What was that clever nickname you ask "Mr Perfect Doctor Man"... okay, not my most creative, but I was stunned into momentary shock by his beauty!
I spent the next 2 hours "nonchelantly" staring at this gorgeous man as he went about saving lives. I was trying to come up with a way to "faint" as he walked by in hopes that he would catch me. I knew I was in trouble when I caught my self justifying cheating on my H because "his gorgeous, rich and saves babies... it would be worth it! Surly H would understand" So, I was definatly stary eyed over this man and I'm pretty sure he noticed too because when he came in at the end of the visit to discharge R, he winked at me! I just about hit the floor and my heart shot up to my mouth. Remember my post about my uncontrollable blushing?? Yeah, well I turned about 300 shades of red.
Needless to say it made the 3 hour wait with the two of my least favorite people in the world, MUCH more tolerable and dare I say, almost enjoyable?!? In my next life, I've decided going to be super shallow and marry for looks and money alone! Hopefully, this guy will be around in that same life!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
holy crap, holy crap... HOLY CRAP!
I went shopping on my lunch (I have no summer clothes) and I bought SIZE 9 shorts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not in the double digits anymore and it's friggin' crazy. I haven't been in the single digits since mid-elementary school. Even my grade 8 grad dress was a size 12 and that was after losing 45lbs in the 6 months leading up to it.
This is huge for me! I've never felt better about my body than I do right now. Keep in mind my wedding dress was a size 18 and I never thought I'd get to where I am right now. I never ever thought that I would be proud of my body.
This is a strange feeling. Good, but strange.
I'm not in the double digits anymore and it's friggin' crazy. I haven't been in the single digits since mid-elementary school. Even my grade 8 grad dress was a size 12 and that was after losing 45lbs in the 6 months leading up to it.
This is huge for me! I've never felt better about my body than I do right now. Keep in mind my wedding dress was a size 18 and I never thought I'd get to where I am right now. I never ever thought that I would be proud of my body.
This is a strange feeling. Good, but strange.
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