Monday, September 25, 2006
The family bed
Chris has never been much of an animal person. He never really wanted pets, but the cats came with the Sharon Package, so he was stuck with them. But I had always wanted a dog, and somehow talked him into getting Monty. Monty slept on his own bed on the floor in order to help kick in the ‘The people are the alphas’ attitude. Besides, Chris still wasn’t quite an animal person, and what non-animal person wants a dog in the bed with him? So I was quite surprised one night, when we had had Monty about six months, when Chris asked me, ‘When can Monty start sleeping in the bed with us?’ Um, right now! So Monty has taken up a comfortable night time post at the foot of our bed.
Since we got Schroeder as a puppy, he has always slept in his crate. For the first couple of months, I’d wake him up at 2:00 or 2:30 in the morning and take him outside to pee. He sleeps through the night now, quite soundly. He’s just now big enough to get up onto the bed himself if he tries really hard.
So on Friday night, we performed the big experiment. We let Schroeder sleep with us. Monty stayed at the foot of the bed, and Schroeder nestled up in between me and Chris. I can’t say that I slept well, because I think I stayed half awake in order to stop Schroeder if he tried to wander off and get into trouble in the middle of the night. Saturday night was better if only because I moved Schroeder to the other side of me so that I wasn’t sleeping on the edge of the bed.
The best thing about all of this is that Schroeder is a cuddler. While Monty loves attention, he’s not all into the hugging. We’ve come to refer to my hugs as ‘forced affection’. He’ll be taking a nap on the bed all comfy looking, and I’ll give him a big hug, and he lets out this more-than-a-sigh but less-than-a-growl sound that just cracks me the fuck up. Schroeder, on the other hand, loves the love. And I love it that he loves the love. He curls up next to me at night, and he’s warm and smells like Fritos.
But there’s a bad thing about our new family bed. It’s thrown Monty for a loop. We’re now treating Schroeder as Monty’s equal, so he feels compelled to reinforce his Alpha-ism to Schroeder. He’s treating Schroeder like he did when we first brought Schroeder home. Monty’s not playing with him, and is being pretty mean to the pup. Not hurting him, but he’s like a grouchy old man, snapping and fussing.
It’s only been a couple of days, so what do we do, if anything? Will it play itself out and the dogs will be friends again soon? Or should we put Schroeder back in his crate at night in order to keep the order?
Since we got Schroeder as a puppy, he has always slept in his crate. For the first couple of months, I’d wake him up at 2:00 or 2:30 in the morning and take him outside to pee. He sleeps through the night now, quite soundly. He’s just now big enough to get up onto the bed himself if he tries really hard.
So on Friday night, we performed the big experiment. We let Schroeder sleep with us. Monty stayed at the foot of the bed, and Schroeder nestled up in between me and Chris. I can’t say that I slept well, because I think I stayed half awake in order to stop Schroeder if he tried to wander off and get into trouble in the middle of the night. Saturday night was better if only because I moved Schroeder to the other side of me so that I wasn’t sleeping on the edge of the bed.
The best thing about all of this is that Schroeder is a cuddler. While Monty loves attention, he’s not all into the hugging. We’ve come to refer to my hugs as ‘forced affection’. He’ll be taking a nap on the bed all comfy looking, and I’ll give him a big hug, and he lets out this more-than-a-sigh but less-than-a-growl sound that just cracks me the fuck up. Schroeder, on the other hand, loves the love. And I love it that he loves the love. He curls up next to me at night, and he’s warm and smells like Fritos.
But there’s a bad thing about our new family bed. It’s thrown Monty for a loop. We’re now treating Schroeder as Monty’s equal, so he feels compelled to reinforce his Alpha-ism to Schroeder. He’s treating Schroeder like he did when we first brought Schroeder home. Monty’s not playing with him, and is being pretty mean to the pup. Not hurting him, but he’s like a grouchy old man, snapping and fussing.
It’s only been a couple of days, so what do we do, if anything? Will it play itself out and the dogs will be friends again soon? Or should we put Schroeder back in his crate at night in order to keep the order?
Saturday, September 23, 2006
You know you're in Starke when...
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Train wreck of thought
OMG I had the greatest birth-week! Birth-two-weeks, even! Good food, good friends, good gifts, good gawd. Which reminds me that we're doing a proposal at work for the Assembly of God. It's been really hard for me to type 'God' instead of gawd.
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I don't think the birthdays I have in Outlook are synching with my Treo. They definitely aren't synching. Outlook clearly shows that today is Ed's birthday, but the pda has heard of no such thing. So happy birthday, Ed! I'm sorry I almost missed it. I'll be retyping in all of the September birthdays in honor of your special day.
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Just down the county road from us there is a golf cart for sale. I want it. I want it because this is not your average golf cart. This is the limo of all golf carts. It is three benches long, and would easily seat six people and two coolers of beer. I will build a little dirt road along the outside boundary of our property on which to drive the golf cart. I will put strings of little fuzzy balls all around the roof of it. I'll pile tipsy friends into the golf cart during parties and drive them on a tour of the local gopher tortoise holes.
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Fiber Fest was so cool! Lorena and I didn't know what to expect. I have to admit that the organization of it was quite a bit different than the way we have come to expect with SciFi conventions. But it all came together beautifully, and everyone was fabulous to us. Most especially our new cult-member, Beth. Hi Beth! I got some of the future felted tote done, and a goodly bit of the Chicken Viking hat. Oh, and I came just this close to finishing a sock. A chunky sock, but a sock nonetheless.
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I’m rabidly working on another banner. This one (Actually two, since it'll be double sided) is for the Klingons. It’s going to be more difficult to pull off than the Boba Fett one, but it’ll be fancier and more purdy. Prudier? Eh, more purdy.
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After not yet being able to jump onto the bed by himself, and even after Chris tried to teach him an easier route, Schroeder figured it out last night. He was pretty proud of himself. Reasonably so.
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I don't think the birthdays I have in Outlook are synching with my Treo.
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Just down the county road from us there is a golf cart for sale. I want it. I want it because this is not your average golf cart. This is the limo of all golf carts. It is three benches long, and would easily seat six people and two coolers of beer. I will build a little dirt road along the outside boundary of our property on which to drive the golf cart. I will put strings of little fuzzy balls all around the roof of it. I'll pile tipsy friends into the golf cart during parties and drive them on a tour of the local gopher tortoise holes.
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Fiber Fest was so cool! Lorena and I didn't know what to expect. I have to admit that the organization of it was quite a bit different than the way we have come to expect with SciFi conventions. But it all came together beautifully, and everyone was fabulous to us. Most especially our new cult-member, Beth. Hi Beth!
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I’m rabidly working on another banner. This one (Actually two, since it'll be double sided) is for the Klingons. It’s going to be more difficult to pull off than the Boba Fett one, but it’ll be fancier and more purdy. Prudier? Eh, more purdy.
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After not yet being able to jump onto the bed by himself, and even after Chris tried to teach him an easier route, Schroeder figured it out last night. He was pretty proud of himself. Reasonably so.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Stitchmarkers that match the moment!
A woman just walked up to me and told me that I give new meaning to the term 'Blue-haired knitter!' Ha! I see a new T-shirt in my future!
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2/2 Fiber In. Not a lot of action yet, but Lorena and I have high hopes as the day progresses.
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1/2 Thanks to everyone for all of your birthday well wishes! I have lots to say about my big day, but I've begun my big weekend in Orlando at the
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Friday, September 15, 2006
Aaahhh!!!
Lorena, how have you not posted about this yet?!! We *must* do this!! MUST!!!!
Sunday, September 10, 2006
Tee!
Thanks for all of the positive feedback, Ladies! I really, really love this piercing. I'm glad you all helped me choose the labret. At first I thought the ball was far too huge, but now that I've adjusted to it, it feels very natural and sexy. When it's all healed up I'll get some dainty jewelry to put in it (Sailor Cher offered to let me test drive a new kind of rubbery-plasticy jewelry for free.), but I'm fine with the big ole ball until then.
Yes, Daisy, it hurt. But honestly, it was the least painful piercing I've ever had, with the exception of my earlobes, but including my ear cartilage piercings. It was a quick pinch, and it was over. My piercings often throb for a day or two, but I have had only minor discomfort with this so far, and no throbbing. The discomfort was mostly because I was fucking with it too much. So I took a blue pill and all was fine. I've had no noticeable swelling, except for a half and hour or so after that too-much-fucking-with-it time.
I got my tongue pierced about fourteen years ago. Seems the oral piercing aftercare list has changed quite a bit since then. Back then it was absolutely no smoking for a couple of days, no hot liquids for a couple of days, Listerine every once in a while for cleaning. This time I was told that if I smoke, I should rinse my mouth afterwards. Nothing was said about hot liquids (Though the lip doesn't swell nearly as much as the tongue, so that's pretty much a non-issue.), and absolutely no Listerine (It kills the good germs along with the bad.) After scouring the piercing boards for a couple of weeks doing research on the labret, I found that many folks said that I shouldn't drink at all for a couple-few weeks. Um. No. But Sailor Cher didn't say much about drinking. She said to try to keep it low key, and to rinse my mouth afterwards. I can do that. But the kicker is this: No tongue kissing for two weeks! Ack! Maybe that didn't come up when I got my tongue pierced because it was physically impossible for me to tongue kiss for a week afterwards. Especially because my boyfriend got his done at the same time. But geez. Two weeks?
I highly recommend Sailor Cher for any of your piercing needs. She is an Amazon of a woman: Very tall, beautiful boobs, slim, great posture. She wears her salt and pepper hair cropped close, and much of her makeup is tattooed on. She was wearing a very short denim skirt, with red spiked pumps. I felt dumpy next to her. She's like the queen of self-esteem. She's sweet and fun and talkative. She's been piercing for six years, and has a great bedside manner. She talked me through everything, and answered my questions well. I'm very glad that C&I took the time to go to St. Augustine for this experience. I'm looking forward to going again!
Yes, Daisy, it hurt. But honestly, it was the least painful piercing I've ever had, with the exception of my earlobes, but including my ear cartilage piercings. It was a quick pinch, and it was over. My piercings often throb for a day or two, but I have had only minor discomfort with this so far, and no throbbing. The discomfort was mostly because I was fucking with it too much. So I took a blue pill and all was fine. I've had no noticeable swelling, except for a half and hour or so after that too-much-fucking-with-it time.
I got my tongue pierced about fourteen years ago. Seems the oral piercing aftercare list has changed quite a bit since then. Back then it was absolutely no smoking for a couple of days, no hot liquids for a couple of days, Listerine every once in a while for cleaning. This time I was told that if I smoke, I should rinse my mouth afterwards. Nothing was said about hot liquids (Though the lip doesn't swell nearly as much as the tongue, so that's pretty much a non-issue.), and absolutely no Listerine (It kills the good germs along with the bad.) After scouring the piercing boards for a couple of weeks doing research on the labret, I found that many folks said that I shouldn't drink at all for a couple-few weeks. Um. No. But Sailor Cher didn't say much about drinking. She said to try to keep it low key, and to rinse my mouth afterwards. I can do that. But the kicker is this: No tongue kissing for two weeks! Ack! Maybe that didn't come up when I got my tongue pierced because it was physically impossible for me to tongue kiss for a week afterwards. Especially because my boyfriend got his done at the same time. But geez. Two weeks?
I highly recommend Sailor Cher for any of your piercing needs. She is an Amazon of a woman: Very tall, beautiful boobs, slim, great posture. She wears her salt and pepper hair cropped close, and much of her makeup is tattooed on. She was wearing a very short denim skirt, with red spiked pumps. I felt dumpy next to her. She's like the queen of self-esteem. She's sweet and fun and talkative. She's been piercing for six years, and has a great bedside manner. She talked me through everything, and answered my questions well. I'm very glad that C&I took the time to go to St. Augustine for this experience. I'm looking forward to going again!
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Look what I did! But fer chrissakes, don't tell my dad.
Really big day!
C&I are off to St. Augustine today! Yay! We can't stay too long because we can't leave Schroeder for too long, but it will be a nice visit nonetheless. We'll be lunching at A1Aleworks, then going to Ms. Deborah's Fountain of Youth for my first piercing in thirteen years. Thirteen years! I got a bunch of work done (Seven holes) from mid-1991 to 1993, then just stopped. I'm not sure why, actually. But now that I have an employer that doesn't care what I look like, I'm back in the saddle again! Yeeee hawwww!
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
I want one!
Friday, September 01, 2006
It's a small world after all
Confession: I watch Project Runway, and I love it.
Last night I was watching this week's TIVOd episode. Things were pretty normal in the PR world. The cast got its task, the group went to the fabric store, yada yada yada. So everyone is in the fabric store, and Michael turns away from the camera. In 3 or 4 inch high letters across the back of his shirt are the words, 'Alderson Broaddus'. I screamed, rewound a few seconds, watched again, screamed again, then called Kelly.
You've probably never heard of the place, but Kelly and I attended Alderson Broaddus College in Philippi, WV. The two of us didn't know each other then, and met ten or so years later in Gainesville, FL. Yeah, small world.
AB is a very small, private, Baptist affiliated college where you must have special permission to have a car, or to live off campus. So what the hell is Michael Knight from Atlanta, GA, up-and-coming New York hip hop fashion designer extraordinaire doing in an AB shirt?! Crazy! Crazy, I tell you!
I gotta find this guy's email address.
Last night I was watching this week's TIVOd episode. Things were pretty normal in the PR world. The cast got its task, the group went to the fabric store, yada yada yada. So everyone is in the fabric store, and Michael turns away from the camera. In 3 or 4 inch high letters across the back of his shirt are the words, 'Alderson Broaddus'. I screamed, rewound a few seconds, watched again, screamed again, then called Kelly.
You've probably never heard of the place, but Kelly and I attended Alderson Broaddus College in Philippi, WV. The two of us didn't know each other then, and met ten or so years later in Gainesville, FL. Yeah, small world.
AB is a very small, private, Baptist affiliated college where you must have special permission to have a car, or to live off campus. So what the hell is Michael Knight from Atlanta, GA, up-and-coming New York hip hop fashion designer extraordinaire doing in an AB shirt?! Crazy! Crazy, I tell you!
I gotta find this guy's email address.
You know how I love a well painted car! This one was in the parking lot at the maul.
Let the BirthMonth begin!
Only 14 shopping days until my birthday. Just sayin'.
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