Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Sookie, our calm, sweet, and well-behaved puppy

If you have visited my and Josh's home, you have more than likely seen a flash of brownish-red and then been attacked with paws the size of salad plates. Meet our chocolate lab, Sookie (the picture is from when we first brought her home). Our darling puppy was a wedding gift from Josh's step-uncle Mark Worsley. The day after we returned from St. Lucia, Josh and I visited Mark's home to have our pick of the litter from 7 precious chocolate and black labs. We chose the puppy who sat the most still, laid calmly in the dirt, and had a bright white spot in the middle of her chest, who Mark and his 3 daughters called "Speck". We took her home and named her Sookie, after my favorite character from the Sookie Stackhouse novels by Charlaine Harris (which you must read, they're even better than the show that is loosely based on them "True Blood"). While Sookie may have been calm and reserved among her brothers and sisters, she certainly came FLYING out of her shell when she came to our house. She chewed cabinets, destroyed toilet paper, "played" with Ralph Lauren towels, and peed on our dining room floor EVERY SINGLE TIME she when in the dining room.
After about a month of this, Josh and I fenced in our yard and let her reek havoc on our yard while we are at work all day.
This solved most of our problems until recently. Sookie has grown from a 30 lb. puppy to a 65 lb. monster, and she is only 6 months old. When she hit the 6 month mark in the middle of September Josh and I had her fixed, we were told this would not only grant her a few more years of life and better health but would also calm her down a little. The latter was a big fat lie.
Sookie came home from Dr. Gregg's office happy as lark with her incision glued shut, however with hard wood floors and a rambunctious puppy comes slipping and sliding, resulting in Sookie's incision popping open and oozing wonderful colored liquids (if you know me, you know how I react to bodily functions... not well). So after one trip to the veterinary emergency room in which a nurse just simply pushed the incision back together, the incision popped open as SOON as Josh and Sookie came back to the house. The next day Josh took her to Dr. Gregg who stitched the incision shut only for her stomach to swell all up after she had an allergic reaction to the sutures.
After this debacle, Sookie behaved for about a week until this past Friday.
I came home from work for lunch to find Sookie laying in the background CHEWING ON A SAFETY PIN. First of all, the safety pin came from a chair cover that had a split seam, so I had used about 12 safety pins on the inside of the cover to hold it shut until I could either sew it back together or buy another. Seeing Sookie with one of the safety pins I went over to said chair to remove the rest of the pins before she could get them (I've learned quickly that if Sookie does it once, she'll certainly do it again), only to find that all 12 of the safety pins were already gone. I captured Sookie, threw her in my truck and flew to Albermarle Animal Hospital. Mrs. Angie, Dr. Gregg, and several nurses laughed as I told them the story and told me that if the xray showed any pins in her stomach, she would need surgery (because she hasn't cost us enough money already). After it took all the nurses and Dr. Gregg to hold Sookie down for an xray, we discovered that Sookie had managed to chew 4 clasps off the safety pins and swallow them but had somehow managed to avoid swallowing any pins. Crisis avoided and Josh and I are now on poop watch to make sure Sookie passes the clasps.
Most of you know that Josh and I lost our Brittany Spaniel, Mac Daddy last Thanksgiving after his pancreas and kidneys shut down. It was one of the hardest things we've ever been through since Mac had been our baby for only 3 years. Sookie is certainly nothing like our sweet, well-behaved Mac Daddy, but she is definitely helping heal the hole that Mac left in both my and Josh's hearts.
With this, I give you some words of advice: Bitter spray doesn't keep dogs off cabinets and shock collars are God's way of saying that sometimes spankings just aren't enough.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

For better or worse, for richer or poorer, and in sickness and in health

Never did I think that the poorer, worse, and sickness would take up the majority of my and Josh's first couple of months of marriage. My knee surgery left us not only in crazy medical bill debt and obviously more worse than better, but it also left Josh with all of my "wife" responsibilities. I have had many a pity party over the fact that while I could cook for Josh for awhile before my knee totally took a turn for the worse in July, most of our married life has consisted of him cleaning, getting things for me, taking out the dog in the middle of the night, helping me in and out of the car, and cooking. I can hardly stand that he has to do everything but luckily that time is coming to a close because as of Wednesday, September 23rd I will officialy be able to walk again! So ready to do the things I have wanted to get done since we returned from our honeymoon. I need to frame my bridal portrait, rearrange the spare bedroom, frame wedding pictures, hang them on the wall, and a million other things. It will feel nice to finally be a normal newlywed and be able to enjoy life together instead of the responsibilities being so one-sided. I am so thankful that God picked Josh for me and I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful husband (who I can see slowly getting fed-up with having to wait on me).

Monday, September 14, 2009

All I have to say is that Kanye West is dead to me. Have some class.
Which leads me to another topic. Someone should seriously offer classy classes. For example:

1) The classy thing to do when you know someone is talking about you across the room, or if someone you don't like is at the same party/function you are attending is to smile in their direction and kill them with kindness and smile while insulting them in a way they don't even realize you're insulting them. The class-less thing to do is shoot them nasty looks while loudly talking about them so they can hear you, pour your drink on their head, push them, or threaten to hurt them in some way. While I realize the latter seems much more appealing, you will be stooping to their level and look just as trashy as them if you act low-class. (sometimes i find myself not following this rule to well either, but hey, I try.)

SEVERAL people around home should learn some class. While I am ashamed to admit that I lacked a lot of class in high school, I would say that with age SHOULD come class. When you graduate college and enter the real world, you should at least TRY to have some class (you should also try to support yourself and get off mama & daddy's dollar, but I won't even get on that one).

Have a happy Monday.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Now offering sizes 00-4

Seriously. I was just flipping through the latest Saks 5th Avenue catalogue (dreaming about being able to afford $45,000 watches and $6000 LV luggage) when I stumbled upon a beautiful skirt. This skirt was perfect. I have been looking for a mid-ride, heavy cotton/linen, skirt with a wide waist band, pockets, and loose, but not flowy, and here it was in the Saks catalogue, and only $78 (in comparrison to the one on the opposite page that was $348). Immediately I got onto Saks' website to order the skirt in my size, only to discover that it was only offered in sizes 00-4. This is a problem. I am not ashamed to say that I curvy. I have big hips, a big butt, broad sholders, and legs for days. I would probably need an 8 or 10 in that skirt, so why wouldn't they make it in that size? I called Hope and she said, "It's like they are saying if you are bigger than a 4 you shouldn't be wearing this article of clothing." I agree. That's ridiculous why is it up to Saks to say that I shouldn't be able to wear that skirt? I want that skirt, therefore I should be able to buy it. This isn't the first time I have been dissapointed by sizes and how people as a whole view them.
At a very nice clothing boutique in Greenville (located in Arlington Village and it's wasn't my fav. store Monkees), I was once ALMOST referred to as "plus size". I was looking at a beautiful Shoshanna sheath when a little minion of a sales girl came up to me and said, "That would look so nice on you, Shoshanna specializes in making clothes for...." then her thin little lips let out a "pl" sound. I gave her the look of death and she changed it really quick to say "curvy". While I do admit that Shoshanna dresses fit me a lot better than others by Tibi or Milly, I am not "plus sized".
And if I were so what? We seriously need to change our ideas about how we view body types and sizes in this country.