Friday, March 18, 2011

Too Much, Not Enough

Right. So...that new project I mentioned? Frankly, it's an awful lot like this was. But I needed a new place to house my story.

For those that care to follow along, here's the link to Too Much & Not Enough. Enjoy!

Saturday, January 01, 2011

The Grand Vanishing Act of 2010

I didn't disappear on purpose. Though I doubt anyone really missed my absence from blogging.

In all honesty, I have no excuse for what happened, but as 2010 got further and further along, I felt more and more disconnected from this blog. I'm still not sure if I've really reconnected.

Point being: I took a year off. I'll be back, I think. I think there may be new projects on the horizon though. Life has definitely changed for me. I don't know if a blog that I started in college can truly capture what my life is like anymore.

I'm planning a comeback for 2011, but it may not be at Chaos Personified. Stay tuned for anyone who follows.

In the meantime, Happy New Year to all! May 2011 bring you health, happiness, peace, joy, and a whole lot of laughs.

Monday, December 21, 2009

The Quiet Storm

Rain. Blitzen (lightning). Should be chaotic and loud and crazy at my house right now, wouldn't you think?

It is SILENT. One dog stares at the other. The other stares back. Neither of them make a sound. I don't know if I should be waiting for everything to go insane soon, or if they're going to spend the next decade in a staring contest.

An interesting turn of events. Rain loves us all, but she listens the Guy. He is, by far, her master. I'm just her companion. Blitzen, on the other hand, is at my heel at all times. She occasionally comes when the Guy calls, but it's rare. As I type, she's sleeping underfoot at the computer desk. I don't know what to do with all this power!

Picture(s) to follow, I promise. Once I can get her to stand more than 3 inches away from me when I try to take her picture.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

If Only There Were Magical Reindeer To Pull Their Sleigh!

I don't even know how to explain the craziness that the storm going across the eastern seaboard is causing.

For starters, shortly after I posted about Blitzen, I found out that they were stopped because of the storm in southern Virginia. They had to camp out at a hotel last night, and walk the dogs (100 of them on the transport!), and camp out until almost 9:30 PM tonight.

The dogs are all on their way to the Northeast now, but it's very slow-going. My heart totally goes out to the crew for P.E.T.S. LLC. What a crazy thing to have to go through with 100 dogs on your trucks!

We're still anxiously awaiting the arrival of our beautiful new dog, and trying to be as patient as possible because we know this crew is working so hard.

In the meantime, I guess we should go shovel.

Friday, December 18, 2009

The New Dog in Town

Anyone who knows me or was at my bachelorette party knows that I love all the puppies in the world. It's just the truth. I'd rescue them all if I could.

Well, I'm on my way. As I type, our new dog (a German Shepherd called Ursula, then called Precious, and who we will be renaming for the 3rd time as Blitzen*) is on a transport from Tennessee, arriving tomorrow morning here in the Northeast for us to adopt. (I'd post a picture, but they already took it off of their site, which means SHE'S OURS!)

The Guy and I bought each other a video camera for Christmas, to record our family moments with Lulu and Rain. We're planning to take it with us tomorrow to pick Blitzen up, and we'll hopefully get some great footage of Rain and Blitzen playing together in the backyard.

I'm so excited!


*Blitzen isn't named after the reindeer. It means "Lightning" in German. And she's German. Our 1st dog is named Rain. Get it? It's like a freaking storm in our house.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

I Wasn't Supposed to Peak until 28*

A few weeks ago, I celebrated my 26th birthday. I did not have a quarter-life crisis about this. In fact, I spent the entire day cleaning my house and/or shopping for my party that was going on the next night. (I've never cleaned so much before in my life, which obviously is the first sign that I must be getting old. Either that, or more anal-retentive/OCD than normal.)

I didn't feel old until earlier to today. See, I'm a mom. (As if you didn't know.) And I breastfeed. (Get over the "gross" factor, cause I'm sorry, it's just natural, and good for you, and good for your baby, and I've accepted that, so you can deal, too.) I struck a deal with my manager at work a few months back that I can work permanently from home so that I don't have to waste three hours of my day commuting, and I can spend that time more wisely with Lulu. And about a week or two after that deal was struck, he had to retract his previous statement and ask if I could come into the office one day a week (this is only temporary until about February). I agreed, because I still felt that four days of working from home was better than no days (or even three days, which was my situation prior to giving birth). Plus, like I said, it was only temporary, so I just had to suck it up for a few months.

Right, back to my story.

So because I breastfeed, I have to go into the special Nursing Mothers' Lounge to pump on the days I'm in the office. (I'll pause for a moment while you stop cringing Ready? Good.) The lounge is really just a large closet located within the women's restroom. I did my thing, and then had to take my bottles out to the sinks to wash them out. Standing in the bathroom at the time were two girls. I call them girls, not women, cause they looked like they were 12, even though, in all likeliness, they were probably about 23. And they looked at me like I was the oldest lady on the planet. And in retrospect, I probably looked the same way when I was first hired and I saw someone walk out of the Nursing Mothers' Lounge to wash her pumps and bottles, too. How strange.

I feel so old today. And to think I thought I looked young and cute this morning.

Oh well, at least my husband will always be almost 5 years older than me.


*Irish has a friend who has this theory that the day of your birth is the age at which you will have your best year, and thus, it'll be all downhill after that**. My birthday's on the 28th of the month. Thus, I will peak at 28. It upsets her cause her birthday is on the 9th, and thus, she peaked 17 years ago.

**It's kind of sad to think that there isn't a single person who will have a life that's not "downhill" after the age of 31. I think this theory sucks. And also, it's probably inaccurate.

Sunday, November 29, 2009

The Deez

It's sad to have to admit this, but Diesel is dying.

There's no way to say it other than being perfectly blunt. She's been very sick lately, and after more testing, we found that she now has cancer on her spleen, and there is quite literally nothing that can be done about it. At this point, my parents are just trying to make her as comfortable as possible for as long as possible.

I remember standing in the parking lot at Holy Cross High when we first met her. I kept turning to my parents and saying, "Her, we're getting her!" Over and over again, while my dad tried to ask the "pertinent questions." But I knew she was the coolest little puppy I had seen. By that night, they agreed, and we picked Diesel up on Wednesday evening that week. I remember driving with her on my lap all the way to my ballet class.

From that time, Diesel spent countless nights snuggling with me in bed, sleeping on top of my feet on cold winter nights, keeping me safe and warm. Not having her around was a hard adjustment in college, not one I think I've ever admitted to people. You don't go from spending night after night with someone to not seeing them for months at a time without it being a strange adjustment.

It broke my heart not to take Diesel with us when the Guy and I got married, but we knew it was the right thing to do. Every time we visit my parents (which is a lot), upon first sight of Diesel, my heart breaks a little. She's gotten old in the last 13 years. It's hard to miss the signs of that. It's even harder as I look at her Christmas ornament from her very first Christmas with us all those years ago, and I see how tiny she was (and not to mention how she had two eyes).

She's been my friend for so long, and I don't really know how to say goodbye to her. She's been a very surprising dog, and she deserves all the love we can muster for her in these few days, weeks, months we have left with her.