Today, it really feels like spring. It even smells like spring out there. At about 10.30 am I let Basil Bea outside and she promptly started sunbathing on the deck. So I decided that maybe today would be a good day to go on a big walk.
I have been putting off taking Basil Bea for a long walk down the street because of the mess. It was a combination of dust, mud, melting snow, and garbage. Basil was always a dirty, wet mess when we'd get home from the short walks around the block I'd take her on. But, today I figured the snow was mostly gone, the "Spring Clean Up" has been going on for awhile now (do not get me started on how stupid it is the town has to "clean itself up" for the tourists) so I figured it'd be safe.
IT was WONDERFUL out there. The sun was bright, the garbage wasn't too bad and most of the snow along the road is gone and melted away, so Basil Bea remained dry. I totally enjoyed our walk down the road and back.
I have been thinking about buying some toning shoes to talk Basil Bea walking. I really like the idea of the Reebok ones. Maybe tomorrow or this afternoon, I'll venture to get them. I don't know. I haven't decided yet.
In other news, I still have not gotten that stupid piece of paper to reopen the shop. April is almost over. The longer it takes, the less motivated I am to do anything about it. I figured today, I'd tape the living room off and start painting it. It is a huge wall and I haven't touch it since Thursday when Basil showed up doing her impersonation of a balloon.
27 April 2010
25 April 2010
Balloon Puppy
Thursday was a pretty boring day. I planned on not leaving the house, so I was just sort of a hot mess. I did not actually do anything productive other than stuff some pillows and start to tape a wall off for painting. I was exhausted, but not sure why. However, my day went from boring to scary in a matter of minutes.
I was sitting in the living room taping the wall when Basil came and sat down next to me. She had just returned from an adventure outside a few minutes before, so I ignored her, as she seemed to want to go out yet again. I figured, it being roughly three in the afternoon, she was just being pesky. Yet, something was not right. So I started talking to her and then I looked at her.
She looked funny. She was just sitting there. She wasn't shoving her head in my way or getting in my way, she was just sitting there. Usually when I talk to her she actively listens, she was just sitting there staring at me. And she looked funny. She looked like she was lumpy in her face. I began to pet her head and stare at her. I tried to touch the spots that were lumpy, but she kept moving. I took her head in my hands and stared at her and realized she was swelling up before my eyes. The lumps were getting bigger by the second. Her snout suddenly looked like she had a golf ball in the side of her mouth.
And so I freaked out. I leaped up and ran like a mad woman into the kitchen, cursing the drawer that sticks. The drawer flew open and everything flew out of the drawer. It took me a few minutes to find the sheet of phone numbers the spouses had given me a while ago with suggestions. They only had two vet numbers listened, one was in Eagle River and neither was the one I wanted.
At this point Basil began to jump on the back door and make muttering noises. She also kept staring at me, getting larger and larger. I found the number for the vet I wanted and called, while staring at the ever swelling Basil. I found out they had no appointments till Monday, but that I could take Basil to an emergency vet.
Emergency vet? A pet ER? Sure, give me that number.
Before I called, I put Basil outside, because she was having a royal hissy fit while I was on the phone. The lady at the vet figured she was having an allergic reaction to something. She was prompt to blame Basil's new bag of food. I called the ER, and they said basically the same thing and bring her in and they'd give her something to stop the swelling.
I dragged Basil inside. She had been rolling around in the snow face first since I had put her out. I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get Basil and myself in a state to leave the house. I basically threw shoes and a coat on and grabbed Basil leash and records (just in case). The latest snow storm was going on at that exact moment and it was also 3.30 in Anchorage. This meant I fit right in as I drove like a crazy person across town to the pet ER. Basil was perfectly silent on the way over. She looked horrible by the time I got her into the car. She looked like she had been beat up. She had huge lumps above her left eye and her left side of her snout was huge, and her right side was getting going. She also had a few other random lumps forming above her right eye.
I managed to get to the pet ER in one piece and got Basil out of the car, past the random barking dogs in a truck and into the vet. It was deserted. Seriously, no one was in this place. Basil was greeted by a random dog before a person showed up. When the person did show up, right away she said it was an allergic reaction and the vet would give her a shot of Benedryl to make the swelling go down. We had a fight with Basil to get her on the scale (I am not sure when Basil concluded the scale was evil) and found Basil had gained a pound since she left Illinois. After that, we went into the exam room and a vet tech came in.
He took Basil's temp (which went better than the last time she had that done to her) and asked me a million questions. He wanted to blame the paint (I had no paint out when she started swelling) he wanted to blame her food (which she had eaten almost 8 hours ago?) he wanted to blame the new house (which she had lived in for a month?) he wanted to blame anything I had done to her except let her outside.
Then he left. And I realized I was sweating through my shirt and I had to pee like no other. We sat in the room for almost a half hour before the vet showed up.
The vet marveled at Basil's cute name. We had a conversation on why we'd named Basil so and how names get stigmatized. She seemed to think Basil brought hippies to mind, while I didn't voice the fact when I thought of Basil I thought of a British butler. She didn't ask me many questions, but said who knows why dog's have allergic reactions. She thought Basil was adorable and seemed to fall in love with my dog. When she found out Basil was a lower 48 dog, she seemed even more fascinated by Basil's reaction. She admitted it might have been her trip to the outside that had caused the reaction. Spring was attempting to break out, so something might have popped up and she had gotten into it.
The vet left, another vet tech appeared a short while later to take Basil to get her shot. After the vet left, I noticed a huge lump on Basil's neck, which seemed to be covered in dried blood. Right in her usual spot where she scratches. I mentioned it to the vet tech and the vet tech said she's tell the vet. Basil left, then returned, wagging her tail and having her perky ears on.
This is important, as she had not been wearing her perky ears since her swelling had began. She was still panting up a storm, but her perky ears were on. The vet tech said they'd also given her a steroid shot to help with the swelling.
I took Basil out, paid 100 dollars and left. Basil was her normal self on the ride home. By the time we got home, she looked better. She still was swollen, but not as much as she had been. Pilot Boy was home when we arrived, so Basil's day was even better now. She ran into the house, greeted Pilot Boy, drank down all her water and then threw it up. (She does this when she drinks water too fast.) I finally peed and changed out of my sweat drenched shirt (it was like 100 degrees in the office and I never took off my coat.) By the time we had gotten done at the ER, the snow had stopped and the sun had come out.
I let Basil outside shortly after she had finally gotten some water down. She sat on the porch the whole time. She refused to leave. I let her back in. Later, before bed, she left the deck, did her business and came right back. The next morning, I noticed she would not leave the snow area. I concluded she must have gotten into something in the melted area of the yard. Her swelling had gone down within three hours, like they had said it would, and she looked like her normal self the next morning. I worried every time I let her out, she'd get into the same thing again, but she seemed not willing to venture out into the yard much.
It was evening when I discovered the dead bug on her. She was sitting in her chair by the big window in the living room. Pilot Boy had put it there for her so she could look out. I was petting her and remembered the blood caked area on her neck. I looked. I pulled her fur back and searched and thought the thing I thought was a scab looked like a bug.
"Is this a bug?" I asked Pilot Boy.
"No, its a scab," he said, barely looking.
I kept looking at it, pulling away more fur till I was sure it had legs. Scabs do not have legs.
"I think its a bug!" I screamed.
Pilot Boy looked again, "I think you're right."
He got some tweezers and pulled it off of her. It was dead. It had been dead since I think it bit her, because it was dead when I found it at the vet and thought it was dried blood. It was a brown bug with some legs. Some sort of tick, I guess. I freaked out all over again, blaming myself for not buying her the most expensive flea/tick treatment one can buy. Her swelling was a tell tail sign of a bug bite, yet NO ONE thought of that, even thought I told them she had just BEEN OUTSIDE. Why? Because it is still WINTER HERE. The ground is still pretty frozen in places. But, when it began to melt, I put the treatment on her. It said it was also for ticks. I will just have to watch her to make sure she's okay. She seems okay. She has been totally normal since the whole thing. Yesterday she even ventured further into the yard. No running around, but she is venturing out again. Pilot Boy told me not to worry, but of course I do worry. She is my puppy.
Right now she's in her crate sleeping because I got her up too early. We also forgot to lock her crate last night, so she went for a night time stroll. Pilot Boy woke me up and asked, "Did we lock her crate last night?"
"I didn't. Didn't you?"
"No. I think your dog just went for a nighttime stroll."
"Is she downstairs?"
"No, she just went back to bed, I think. I'll go see."
He left, I heard the crate shut and he returned. "Yeah, she was in there. Rolled up in her ball."
At least she didn't go on a barking stroll like she did when we were in Chicago and my parents didn't lock her crate. Her nighttime strolls to her other bed were cute, barking all over the house at 2 am, not so much.
I was sitting in the living room taping the wall when Basil came and sat down next to me. She had just returned from an adventure outside a few minutes before, so I ignored her, as she seemed to want to go out yet again. I figured, it being roughly three in the afternoon, she was just being pesky. Yet, something was not right. So I started talking to her and then I looked at her.
She looked funny. She was just sitting there. She wasn't shoving her head in my way or getting in my way, she was just sitting there. Usually when I talk to her she actively listens, she was just sitting there staring at me. And she looked funny. She looked like she was lumpy in her face. I began to pet her head and stare at her. I tried to touch the spots that were lumpy, but she kept moving. I took her head in my hands and stared at her and realized she was swelling up before my eyes. The lumps were getting bigger by the second. Her snout suddenly looked like she had a golf ball in the side of her mouth.
And so I freaked out. I leaped up and ran like a mad woman into the kitchen, cursing the drawer that sticks. The drawer flew open and everything flew out of the drawer. It took me a few minutes to find the sheet of phone numbers the spouses had given me a while ago with suggestions. They only had two vet numbers listened, one was in Eagle River and neither was the one I wanted.
At this point Basil began to jump on the back door and make muttering noises. She also kept staring at me, getting larger and larger. I found the number for the vet I wanted and called, while staring at the ever swelling Basil. I found out they had no appointments till Monday, but that I could take Basil to an emergency vet.
Emergency vet? A pet ER? Sure, give me that number.
Before I called, I put Basil outside, because she was having a royal hissy fit while I was on the phone. The lady at the vet figured she was having an allergic reaction to something. She was prompt to blame Basil's new bag of food. I called the ER, and they said basically the same thing and bring her in and they'd give her something to stop the swelling.
I dragged Basil inside. She had been rolling around in the snow face first since I had put her out. I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to get Basil and myself in a state to leave the house. I basically threw shoes and a coat on and grabbed Basil leash and records (just in case). The latest snow storm was going on at that exact moment and it was also 3.30 in Anchorage. This meant I fit right in as I drove like a crazy person across town to the pet ER. Basil was perfectly silent on the way over. She looked horrible by the time I got her into the car. She looked like she had been beat up. She had huge lumps above her left eye and her left side of her snout was huge, and her right side was getting going. She also had a few other random lumps forming above her right eye.
I managed to get to the pet ER in one piece and got Basil out of the car, past the random barking dogs in a truck and into the vet. It was deserted. Seriously, no one was in this place. Basil was greeted by a random dog before a person showed up. When the person did show up, right away she said it was an allergic reaction and the vet would give her a shot of Benedryl to make the swelling go down. We had a fight with Basil to get her on the scale (I am not sure when Basil concluded the scale was evil) and found Basil had gained a pound since she left Illinois. After that, we went into the exam room and a vet tech came in.
He took Basil's temp (which went better than the last time she had that done to her) and asked me a million questions. He wanted to blame the paint (I had no paint out when she started swelling) he wanted to blame her food (which she had eaten almost 8 hours ago?) he wanted to blame the new house (which she had lived in for a month?) he wanted to blame anything I had done to her except let her outside.
Then he left. And I realized I was sweating through my shirt and I had to pee like no other. We sat in the room for almost a half hour before the vet showed up.
The vet marveled at Basil's cute name. We had a conversation on why we'd named Basil so and how names get stigmatized. She seemed to think Basil brought hippies to mind, while I didn't voice the fact when I thought of Basil I thought of a British butler. She didn't ask me many questions, but said who knows why dog's have allergic reactions. She thought Basil was adorable and seemed to fall in love with my dog. When she found out Basil was a lower 48 dog, she seemed even more fascinated by Basil's reaction. She admitted it might have been her trip to the outside that had caused the reaction. Spring was attempting to break out, so something might have popped up and she had gotten into it.
The vet left, another vet tech appeared a short while later to take Basil to get her shot. After the vet left, I noticed a huge lump on Basil's neck, which seemed to be covered in dried blood. Right in her usual spot where she scratches. I mentioned it to the vet tech and the vet tech said she's tell the vet. Basil left, then returned, wagging her tail and having her perky ears on.
This is important, as she had not been wearing her perky ears since her swelling had began. She was still panting up a storm, but her perky ears were on. The vet tech said they'd also given her a steroid shot to help with the swelling.
I took Basil out, paid 100 dollars and left. Basil was her normal self on the ride home. By the time we got home, she looked better. She still was swollen, but not as much as she had been. Pilot Boy was home when we arrived, so Basil's day was even better now. She ran into the house, greeted Pilot Boy, drank down all her water and then threw it up. (She does this when she drinks water too fast.) I finally peed and changed out of my sweat drenched shirt (it was like 100 degrees in the office and I never took off my coat.) By the time we had gotten done at the ER, the snow had stopped and the sun had come out.
I let Basil outside shortly after she had finally gotten some water down. She sat on the porch the whole time. She refused to leave. I let her back in. Later, before bed, she left the deck, did her business and came right back. The next morning, I noticed she would not leave the snow area. I concluded she must have gotten into something in the melted area of the yard. Her swelling had gone down within three hours, like they had said it would, and she looked like her normal self the next morning. I worried every time I let her out, she'd get into the same thing again, but she seemed not willing to venture out into the yard much.
It was evening when I discovered the dead bug on her. She was sitting in her chair by the big window in the living room. Pilot Boy had put it there for her so she could look out. I was petting her and remembered the blood caked area on her neck. I looked. I pulled her fur back and searched and thought the thing I thought was a scab looked like a bug.
"Is this a bug?" I asked Pilot Boy.
"No, its a scab," he said, barely looking.
I kept looking at it, pulling away more fur till I was sure it had legs. Scabs do not have legs.
"I think its a bug!" I screamed.
Pilot Boy looked again, "I think you're right."
He got some tweezers and pulled it off of her. It was dead. It had been dead since I think it bit her, because it was dead when I found it at the vet and thought it was dried blood. It was a brown bug with some legs. Some sort of tick, I guess. I freaked out all over again, blaming myself for not buying her the most expensive flea/tick treatment one can buy. Her swelling was a tell tail sign of a bug bite, yet NO ONE thought of that, even thought I told them she had just BEEN OUTSIDE. Why? Because it is still WINTER HERE. The ground is still pretty frozen in places. But, when it began to melt, I put the treatment on her. It said it was also for ticks. I will just have to watch her to make sure she's okay. She seems okay. She has been totally normal since the whole thing. Yesterday she even ventured further into the yard. No running around, but she is venturing out again. Pilot Boy told me not to worry, but of course I do worry. She is my puppy.
Right now she's in her crate sleeping because I got her up too early. We also forgot to lock her crate last night, so she went for a night time stroll. Pilot Boy woke me up and asked, "Did we lock her crate last night?"
"I didn't. Didn't you?"
"No. I think your dog just went for a nighttime stroll."
"Is she downstairs?"
"No, she just went back to bed, I think. I'll go see."
He left, I heard the crate shut and he returned. "Yeah, she was in there. Rolled up in her ball."
At least she didn't go on a barking stroll like she did when we were in Chicago and my parents didn't lock her crate. Her nighttime strolls to her other bed were cute, barking all over the house at 2 am, not so much.
17 April 2010
Nail Polish, how I love thee
I love nail polish. I have loved it since I was in 5th grade. In 7th grade, I remember it very clearly, was when the BLUE nail polish appeared. Blue nail polish? In the past (all 13 years of my life) I thought red was a big deal. Why?
My mother didn't wear nail polish and the only nail polish in our house was either clear or sheer peach. I remember the sheer peach because when I was 13 I spent about two hours painting my nails with it trying to get it to appear more vibrate. Instead, I ended up slightly high on the fumes and the polish never dried.
When I wanted to wear nail polish, my mother told me I could only wear pink. Little girls only wore pink. End of story. I couldn't wear red, blue or any other color under the rainbow only pink.
So I amassed the largest collection of pink known to man. When I was in 6th grade, I could wear a different color pink polish on a daily basis. So I did this and my nails turned yellow. Not a good idea.
In 7th grade, I had a party in the spring and my mother bought a pack of nail polish for party favors. They were all pink based of course. That summer, I bought white nail polish. My mom was rather leary of this, as I remember, nails are not naturally white (nor are holes in ones ears....hence why I didn't get my ears pierced till I was 14 and my mother didn't take me, my aunt did.) But I had white nail polish. I thought I was the coolest person in the world with white nail polish. Then one day, I discovered I could DYE the nail polish. With food coloring.
And then I had blue nail polish. It was light blue, it was powdery blue, it was gorgeous.
And I made a huge mess and got in trouble. But I had blue nail polish! And after this, I made purple, green, yellow, etc. And my mother lost control of my nail polish buying. Sometimes she'd put her two cents in (like when I wanted mocha, she told me brown sugar would suit my coloring better and she was right), but I had blues, greens, purples, corals, yellows, golds, oranges, etc. My mother even bought me orange nail polish once, to go with this orange outfit I had going for myself when I was 16.
By the time I left for college, I had over 100 bottles of various polishes. And I hadn't purged any since I was 13. So I purged. And went merrily on way to college to amass another collection.
I always seem to end up with the same colors though, various shades of pink and red. Seriously, I believe I have bought over my life time every shade offered by L'Oreal, Revlon and Maybelline. And shades of purple. Every time we move now, I go through my collection and purge out old shades and end up with a collection of very similar colors.
This past time, I tossed out almost everything except my favs and the OPI polishes I had. I had put my faith in OPI top coat and had branched out into OPI polish. I hadn't noticed much of a different between my beloved Revlon and OPI, in all honesty. My nails chipped at the same rate.
Also, as I got older, I didn't really wear much nail polish. At my first job, I did a lot of typing, so my nail polish never held up. After I was married, I didn't wear it often because my nails just seemed to chip more. So I only wore polish on my toes. In the Dirt Hole, my toes finally began to peel, gross I know. But they were so gross looking, I continued to put polish on them. Once I moved back to Chicago, I stopped wearing polish all together.
Until one day I was standing in Target, staring at the polishes. I bought some from Revlon, bright colors. The next day, I went back because my OPI top coat didn't open any more (it almost always would get stuck and only Pilot Boy could get it open). I was standing in front of the OPI section at Target. I picked up the OPI and stared at it. I then thought, "The NICOLE is cheaper. and made by OPI." So I picked it up. Then I saw it.
Randomly sitting in the almost empty stand of OPI and NICOLE polish: And Essie bottle.
I stared at it. I had heard all about Essie. I had seen a story on it on Sunday Morning. I had been reading By Hillary and knew all about it from there. I also knew that she swore the better the brand, the better the polish. Money mattered in nail polish. I stared at the Essie bottle. It was red. They only had red. It was the shade of red that looked great on me. I picked it up. It was the only bottle there. I wondered how it had gotten there, but it was there and I was the customer so I was buying it.
I thought maybe they wouldn't let me buy it, but they did. And then I wore it. And it was amazing! I was a convert to pricey polish.
When I arrived here I was pleased to see the Target carried a wide array of Essie polish. Then I found out about Seche Vite top coat. I wanted it. Badly. But no where around me carried it. So, I was like, "Maybe Target will restock the Essie supply and they'll have a top coat or something? Because I want to wear nail polish again. I'm getting my nails back in shape."
So I did, I bought some calcium gel stuff and began wearing that. Then, yesterday, I was in Target. Staring at the Essie colors they had. They were all various shade of pink and reds. Not what I wanted, but I had gotten some blues and green from Sephora with my last order, so I was just looking for a new top coat. I picked up the Essie top coat and was about to leave when I saw it. Sitting, all alone, a single bottle of seche vite. Seriously, just like the first bottle of Essie I had seen at Target, this bottle of seche vite top coat was just alone. The only bottle.
I grabbed it and ran.
I painted my nails while watching the Gilmore Girls. And they are lovely. They haven't chipped yet and they dried at top speed. They are lovely. I want more pricey nail polish, but tragically do not live in an area that it is readily available. But I'll get my mits on it one way or another.
My mother didn't wear nail polish and the only nail polish in our house was either clear or sheer peach. I remember the sheer peach because when I was 13 I spent about two hours painting my nails with it trying to get it to appear more vibrate. Instead, I ended up slightly high on the fumes and the polish never dried.
When I wanted to wear nail polish, my mother told me I could only wear pink. Little girls only wore pink. End of story. I couldn't wear red, blue or any other color under the rainbow only pink.
So I amassed the largest collection of pink known to man. When I was in 6th grade, I could wear a different color pink polish on a daily basis. So I did this and my nails turned yellow. Not a good idea.
In 7th grade, I had a party in the spring and my mother bought a pack of nail polish for party favors. They were all pink based of course. That summer, I bought white nail polish. My mom was rather leary of this, as I remember, nails are not naturally white (nor are holes in ones ears....hence why I didn't get my ears pierced till I was 14 and my mother didn't take me, my aunt did.) But I had white nail polish. I thought I was the coolest person in the world with white nail polish. Then one day, I discovered I could DYE the nail polish. With food coloring.
And then I had blue nail polish. It was light blue, it was powdery blue, it was gorgeous.
And I made a huge mess and got in trouble. But I had blue nail polish! And after this, I made purple, green, yellow, etc. And my mother lost control of my nail polish buying. Sometimes she'd put her two cents in (like when I wanted mocha, she told me brown sugar would suit my coloring better and she was right), but I had blues, greens, purples, corals, yellows, golds, oranges, etc. My mother even bought me orange nail polish once, to go with this orange outfit I had going for myself when I was 16.
By the time I left for college, I had over 100 bottles of various polishes. And I hadn't purged any since I was 13. So I purged. And went merrily on way to college to amass another collection.
I always seem to end up with the same colors though, various shades of pink and red. Seriously, I believe I have bought over my life time every shade offered by L'Oreal, Revlon and Maybelline. And shades of purple. Every time we move now, I go through my collection and purge out old shades and end up with a collection of very similar colors.
This past time, I tossed out almost everything except my favs and the OPI polishes I had. I had put my faith in OPI top coat and had branched out into OPI polish. I hadn't noticed much of a different between my beloved Revlon and OPI, in all honesty. My nails chipped at the same rate.
Also, as I got older, I didn't really wear much nail polish. At my first job, I did a lot of typing, so my nail polish never held up. After I was married, I didn't wear it often because my nails just seemed to chip more. So I only wore polish on my toes. In the Dirt Hole, my toes finally began to peel, gross I know. But they were so gross looking, I continued to put polish on them. Once I moved back to Chicago, I stopped wearing polish all together.
Until one day I was standing in Target, staring at the polishes. I bought some from Revlon, bright colors. The next day, I went back because my OPI top coat didn't open any more (it almost always would get stuck and only Pilot Boy could get it open). I was standing in front of the OPI section at Target. I picked up the OPI and stared at it. I then thought, "The NICOLE is cheaper. and made by OPI." So I picked it up. Then I saw it.
Randomly sitting in the almost empty stand of OPI and NICOLE polish: And Essie bottle.
I stared at it. I had heard all about Essie. I had seen a story on it on Sunday Morning. I had been reading By Hillary and knew all about it from there. I also knew that she swore the better the brand, the better the polish. Money mattered in nail polish. I stared at the Essie bottle. It was red. They only had red. It was the shade of red that looked great on me. I picked it up. It was the only bottle there. I wondered how it had gotten there, but it was there and I was the customer so I was buying it.
I thought maybe they wouldn't let me buy it, but they did. And then I wore it. And it was amazing! I was a convert to pricey polish.
When I arrived here I was pleased to see the Target carried a wide array of Essie polish. Then I found out about Seche Vite top coat. I wanted it. Badly. But no where around me carried it. So, I was like, "Maybe Target will restock the Essie supply and they'll have a top coat or something? Because I want to wear nail polish again. I'm getting my nails back in shape."
So I did, I bought some calcium gel stuff and began wearing that. Then, yesterday, I was in Target. Staring at the Essie colors they had. They were all various shade of pink and reds. Not what I wanted, but I had gotten some blues and green from Sephora with my last order, so I was just looking for a new top coat. I picked up the Essie top coat and was about to leave when I saw it. Sitting, all alone, a single bottle of seche vite. Seriously, just like the first bottle of Essie I had seen at Target, this bottle of seche vite top coat was just alone. The only bottle.
I grabbed it and ran.
I painted my nails while watching the Gilmore Girls. And they are lovely. They haven't chipped yet and they dried at top speed. They are lovely. I want more pricey nail polish, but tragically do not live in an area that it is readily available. But I'll get my mits on it one way or another.
14 April 2010
Margarita Winter
Last Friday, Pilot Boy and I went to try out another Mexican Restaurant, La Hacienda. It was a hopping place, for sure. But, tragically, not the cheap, great, awesome Mexican we were looking for. It had the right atmo to be our favorite joint and was techically in walking distance of our house, but the prices and the quality were not up to par. After I stopped laughing and yelling, Pilot Boy told me we would not be heading back there more than likely.
Why was I laughing and yelling?
I had a margarita. Just one. And I was flying. I haven't actually had a hard drink since....I can't even remember. The last time I had a margarita was when I found out we'd be going to Alaska, and I am pretty sure there wasn't much a liquor in it to begin with. This one must have had a lot because, man, oh, man, was I hopping. I guess I talk loudly. And I laugh a lot when I'm hopping.
Today, this great spring day, we got five inches of snow. And it is still snowing and it suprised the weather folks once again. We have a winter weather warning. Shouldn't it be a Spring weather warning, seeing its spring time?
Why was I laughing and yelling?
I had a margarita. Just one. And I was flying. I haven't actually had a hard drink since....I can't even remember. The last time I had a margarita was when I found out we'd be going to Alaska, and I am pretty sure there wasn't much a liquor in it to begin with. This one must have had a lot because, man, oh, man, was I hopping. I guess I talk loudly. And I laugh a lot when I'm hopping.
Today, this great spring day, we got five inches of snow. And it is still snowing and it suprised the weather folks once again. We have a winter weather warning. Shouldn't it be a Spring weather warning, seeing its spring time?
07 April 2010
The Earth is Moving
Felt a rather large earthquake this morning. I was in bed. It was a 4.6. I felt the house shake and things move. I heard things moving around. However, due to the nature of my sleep state, I simply thought the heater had turned on. Or Pilot Boy had built another fire...which was what woke me up yesterday. The loud popping of the fire place. I thought the house was exploding. My dog, Basil Bea, did not make any noise during this earthquake. Though, when I got up about a half hour later, she did not bolt out of her crate as she has been doing.
In other news, I have allergies. For a few years now, I have been trying for the life of me to figure out why I am forever purple under my eyes. When I was in college, I figured it was due to lack of sleep. However, since we moved to the Dirt Hole, I know for a fact I get enough sleep most nights. But the dark circles are still there. So, I began to try eye cream after eye cream. Nothing worked. I had tried DHC's Eye Bright, which honestly did nothing at all. I liked what the Q10 Eye Cream did, but the dark circles were still there. I then bought Burt's Bee's Radiance Eye Cream and used it for almost three months. Nothing. At all. Recently I have been using a sample of Ole Henricksen Visual Truth that I got with my Oily Skin Sample set I received with my last Sephora order. I like the fact it smooths that area of my eye and the little lines I have been noticing seem to be going away. But the dark circles are still there. I had tried everything I could think of, even using buying concealer to put on the dark spots.
But even using Boi-ing by Benefits (which I LOVE AND ADORE for covering up pimples and as an eye shadow base), they were still there. I know this because yesterday I went to see the doctor about my sinus issues and he announced, right away, he could tell I had sinus issues because of the dark spots under my eyes. Something about the blood vessels that are under there and their relationship to my messed up sinus passages.
Thus, I guess I should hold off on buying an eye cream until I get these allergies taken care of. I do have enough eye cream samples to hold me over a while. It is amazing how long I can eek out of a sample.
In shop news, I still have to fill out the form for the shop for Alaska. I have been trying to get back into sewing. So far almost all my projects have gone haywire. I have a feeling the universe is out of order or something.
In other news, I have allergies. For a few years now, I have been trying for the life of me to figure out why I am forever purple under my eyes. When I was in college, I figured it was due to lack of sleep. However, since we moved to the Dirt Hole, I know for a fact I get enough sleep most nights. But the dark circles are still there. So, I began to try eye cream after eye cream. Nothing worked. I had tried DHC's Eye Bright, which honestly did nothing at all. I liked what the Q10 Eye Cream did, but the dark circles were still there. I then bought Burt's Bee's Radiance Eye Cream and used it for almost three months. Nothing. At all. Recently I have been using a sample of Ole Henricksen Visual Truth that I got with my Oily Skin Sample set I received with my last Sephora order. I like the fact it smooths that area of my eye and the little lines I have been noticing seem to be going away. But the dark circles are still there. I had tried everything I could think of, even using buying concealer to put on the dark spots.
But even using Boi-ing by Benefits (which I LOVE AND ADORE for covering up pimples and as an eye shadow base), they were still there. I know this because yesterday I went to see the doctor about my sinus issues and he announced, right away, he could tell I had sinus issues because of the dark spots under my eyes. Something about the blood vessels that are under there and their relationship to my messed up sinus passages.
Thus, I guess I should hold off on buying an eye cream until I get these allergies taken care of. I do have enough eye cream samples to hold me over a while. It is amazing how long I can eek out of a sample.
In shop news, I still have to fill out the form for the shop for Alaska. I have been trying to get back into sewing. So far almost all my projects have gone haywire. I have a feeling the universe is out of order or something.
06 April 2010
Spring is here! It snowed!
It snowed last night. And this morning. It is still actually snowing. So I wore a sweater today. I was actually getting rather suspicious of the lack of crazy weather.
I got out the sewing machine, bought material and made something yesterday. It was a minor fail, though I think I have saved it. It turned out too short for the window I was making it for. Oops. Also, I concluded I wanted to see something else on that window. So, today, I'll start again. After I run some errands. In the snow.
I am reading a booked called "Man Walks Into a Room" by Nicole Krauss. It is pretty good so far. Rather interesting concept as well, as the main character has lost all his memories for the past 24 years due to a brain tumor and seemingly has no desire to get them back. Then he seems to go a little nuts after he meets this odd ball doctor.
Well, time to get ready to run those errans and figure out why I can't see with my new contacts in.
I got out the sewing machine, bought material and made something yesterday. It was a minor fail, though I think I have saved it. It turned out too short for the window I was making it for. Oops. Also, I concluded I wanted to see something else on that window. So, today, I'll start again. After I run some errands. In the snow.
I am reading a booked called "Man Walks Into a Room" by Nicole Krauss. It is pretty good so far. Rather interesting concept as well, as the main character has lost all his memories for the past 24 years due to a brain tumor and seemingly has no desire to get them back. Then he seems to go a little nuts after he meets this odd ball doctor.
Well, time to get ready to run those errans and figure out why I can't see with my new contacts in.
03 April 2010
Coffee House Meeting
I met with other wives this past week. As part of military life, one must randomly meet with strangers to obtain information on everyday life in a new place. Usually, these sort of meetings I dread and avoid at all costs.
Before we moved, I got a call from one of the wives. We chatted. Then we emailed. Then we met for coffee. And oddly, I did not dread it. I actually looked forward to it. It was almost like I was broken or something. Recently, I have just been doing things without much thought. Moving to Alaska, check. Not getting nervous or sick on the trip, check. Randomly driving across town on my own to meet with two people I have never met before, check. It was not very awkward either, which was surprising. I felt like a fool half the time, but I have come to accept this is perfectly normal.
Anyways, we met at a Kaladi Brothers Coffee. They wanted to introduce me to this great Alaskan thing, only I had been introduced to it in the Dirt Hole of all places. Seriously, some custard shop in Del Rio brews this stuff. Anyways, we had coffee and chatted then left. Next step will be to see if I will actually go to the wife club meeting or not.
I finally called Illinois and closed my business account there. Now I have to open one in Alaska and then Ireland Scott Designs will reopen! Whoo hoo!
Before we moved, I got a call from one of the wives. We chatted. Then we emailed. Then we met for coffee. And oddly, I did not dread it. I actually looked forward to it. It was almost like I was broken or something. Recently, I have just been doing things without much thought. Moving to Alaska, check. Not getting nervous or sick on the trip, check. Randomly driving across town on my own to meet with two people I have never met before, check. It was not very awkward either, which was surprising. I felt like a fool half the time, but I have come to accept this is perfectly normal.
Anyways, we met at a Kaladi Brothers Coffee. They wanted to introduce me to this great Alaskan thing, only I had been introduced to it in the Dirt Hole of all places. Seriously, some custard shop in Del Rio brews this stuff. Anyways, we had coffee and chatted then left. Next step will be to see if I will actually go to the wife club meeting or not.
I finally called Illinois and closed my business account there. Now I have to open one in Alaska and then Ireland Scott Designs will reopen! Whoo hoo!
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