I just came home from running an errand.
I walked in to see my dog, lying miserably on the floor, tangled up in a leopard print bra.
It's a tough life to be a pup.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Puppy Park
Yesterday the pups and I went to the puppy park.
They love it. The pretend they're on safari, hunting wild beasts.
They run around, trying to strike fear into the hearts of the birds who stand just on the other side of the fence- tantalizingly close.
They think they're tough guys, but really, they're just little meatballs.
Little meatballs who love each other.
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Wedding, Part Deux
In March 2009, Josh and I got married.
It wasn't the wedding we had planned, but I loved it. We had been planning a huge event with all our friends and family and, due to a change in deployment schedule, the big wedding was switched out for a small ceremony. It was in Oklahoma on post with only a few of our closest family members in attendance.
And now? We're planning Wedding: Part Deux.
I am so excited!
We just wanted to have a big event (we? probably more me than him, but he goes along with it because he loves me.) It'll still be a small budget affair, but I have big plans for it.
It will be Christmas time since we were planning on going up for the holidays anyway, we know he has a better chance of getting time off then, and his parents were going to come up to Massachusetts this year.
I have a few things in mind...but we just want this to be all about being together and celebrating our marriage with our families.
It's going to be soooo fun!
Especially since I'm meeting with a DJ/photographer duo, a married couple, and the woman describes herself on the website as a former Jazzercise instructor.
Serious fun.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Joining the Ranks
This is going to be WAY too much information, so be warned.
I went to the ER last week.
It wasn't anything major. I've had pain in left pelvic area for about a year, off and on. I have diagnosed it to be my ovary. I then diagnosed myself to have ovarian and skin cancer as well as a Fallopian tube pregnancy and STD's. This basically means nothing, since I give myself the same diagnose when I come down with a head cold, but there you go. (It could be residual from my college years, when you went into the clinic with a sprained ankle and they gave you a rape test.)
Anyway, the problem is this: I've had pain in what does actually turn out to be my left ovary and when I'm not on the pill I do not get my period.
J and I have been talking about a family, so this is pretty scary.
I went into the ER because the pain got really bad and by this point I'm kinda freaked out about the whole thing. Long story short, Army hospitals are places unto themselves and, after an ultrasound and the whole bit, they believe I have endometriosis.
I know that this isn't even close to the worst case scenario- a lot of women have this, including my own mother who was clearly able to conceive (although it did take them 5 years and lotsa drugs.)
For the next several months I'm going to track my temperature, since my primary told me that's what any fertility specialist would want see first. Also, since I've basically been on the pill for 12 years, he told me my body will most likely need to readjust and we shouldn't really consider ourselves "infertile" until after a year and a half of trying.
I was totally ok until he threw out the word "infertile" as though it was some everyday word, just as easy as you would say, "Honey, your keys are on the nightstand."
I've found the older I get the more I realize how the world just moves right along, even if things in your own little world might be falling apart a bit.
I don't actually think my walls are crumbling in- in fact, I'm trying to look at this like J would- see an obstacle, find a solution, take action kind of thinking.
We're just another couple, joining the ranks of other couples who find that making a baby is, in fact, as easy as pie.
Because pie is actually not f*cking easy to make and I've never understood that expression.
I went to the ER last week.
It wasn't anything major. I've had pain in left pelvic area for about a year, off and on. I have diagnosed it to be my ovary. I then diagnosed myself to have ovarian and skin cancer as well as a Fallopian tube pregnancy and STD's. This basically means nothing, since I give myself the same diagnose when I come down with a head cold, but there you go. (It could be residual from my college years, when you went into the clinic with a sprained ankle and they gave you a rape test.)
Anyway, the problem is this: I've had pain in what does actually turn out to be my left ovary and when I'm not on the pill I do not get my period.
J and I have been talking about a family, so this is pretty scary.
I went into the ER because the pain got really bad and by this point I'm kinda freaked out about the whole thing. Long story short, Army hospitals are places unto themselves and, after an ultrasound and the whole bit, they believe I have endometriosis.
I know that this isn't even close to the worst case scenario- a lot of women have this, including my own mother who was clearly able to conceive (although it did take them 5 years and lotsa drugs.)
For the next several months I'm going to track my temperature, since my primary told me that's what any fertility specialist would want see first. Also, since I've basically been on the pill for 12 years, he told me my body will most likely need to readjust and we shouldn't really consider ourselves "infertile" until after a year and a half of trying.
I was totally ok until he threw out the word "infertile" as though it was some everyday word, just as easy as you would say, "Honey, your keys are on the nightstand."
I've found the older I get the more I realize how the world just moves right along, even if things in your own little world might be falling apart a bit.
I don't actually think my walls are crumbling in- in fact, I'm trying to look at this like J would- see an obstacle, find a solution, take action kind of thinking.
We're just another couple, joining the ranks of other couples who find that making a baby is, in fact, as easy as pie.
Because pie is actually not f*cking easy to make and I've never understood that expression.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Little Chop Chop
Last week I was in a weird place- not totally sure why but I have my suspicions.
Anyway, I was upset. I told Josh, "I'm sad."
By the end of that day, we had a new puppy.
(He's an excellent husband, by the way.)
Before this sounds more ridiculous than it actually is, we've been talking about it for a little bit so it wasn't just some spur of the moment thing. It was just fuel to the fire that I was upset and he wanted to make me feel better, so it clinched the decision.
We went down to the shelter and Josh picked out our little Chopper. He's a beagle/basset hound mix, which is called a bagel. So. Cute.
I'm not sure why, but Chopper likes to walk under/lay where Quincy's missing leg should be. He's like a strange little puzzle piece of love.
Rescues are the cutest.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Artist: James Nachtwey
Warning: This guy's work gives me nightmares. Look at your own risk!
James Nachtwey
James Nachtwey
Renowned photojournalist, graphically displaying what it is to suffer.
Afghanistan.
Romania
New York
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