Brewster is a total lovebug. He really is the sweetest little thing. Every time I look at him, I just can't believe someone gave him away- and to a shelter to boot.
But he does one thing that really drives me nuts (well, besides the horrible gas): he is constantly licking his paws. I know it's a nervous habit, but I try not to let him do it because I don't want him to wear down his pads.
And I can't help but wonder- why do I always end up with a neurotic dog?? Mac was on doggie Prozac, bless his little heart. I really don't want to put Brewster on it too, but if he won't stop his OCD paw licking I don't know what else to do. I don't think Bitter Apple would work with him because he will eat ANYTHING. One time he was bugging me for food so bad, I gave him a lemon slice just to spite him. I thought it would teach him a lesson- instead he started licking it.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Uncharted territory
My relationship past has been checkered, to say the least. It takes a lot for me to fall for a guy, but when I do....I really do. And, being of a certain age (cough, over 30), I've had my heart broken along the way. My friend Sass jokes that the guys in my life have a pattern: "I love you, you're the most amazing person I've ever met, I want to be with you forever...ok, goodbye!"
That has pretty much literally happened. More than once. So I think it's understandable that I'm a little guarded now.
And as for type? I don't have one. There's just an unquantifiable "it" that's either there, or not. A psychic once told me that I'm perceptive to someone's energy, and that's what attracts me. I don't put much stock in promises from psychics, but that's actually a pretty accurate way to describe it.
So why am I feeling so analytical? I met a guy. This is the first time in a really long time that I've actually had feelings for someone. And it is absolutely terrifying me.
I'm a control freak when it comes to relationships- probably why I haven't been in one for so long! Being in this weird in-between stage is driving me insane. I know I really like this guy. I'm not ready to commit, and I don't think he is either. And while I want to still keep my options open...I hate the thought of him keeping his options open.
Being single and over 30 can be rough terrain- most of my friends are married and have been for quite some time. And while I'm perfectly happy being the third wheel with my girlfriends and their husbands for social outings, they really can't relate to what it's like to date now.
What it all boils down to is that when I find myself having a freak out like this, most of my friends don't really understand. So I'm kind of on my own trying to figure things out. And that's a drag.
The good news is at least I still have this guy:
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That has pretty much literally happened. More than once. So I think it's understandable that I'm a little guarded now.
And as for type? I don't have one. There's just an unquantifiable "it" that's either there, or not. A psychic once told me that I'm perceptive to someone's energy, and that's what attracts me. I don't put much stock in promises from psychics, but that's actually a pretty accurate way to describe it.
So why am I feeling so analytical? I met a guy. This is the first time in a really long time that I've actually had feelings for someone. And it is absolutely terrifying me.
I'm a control freak when it comes to relationships- probably why I haven't been in one for so long! Being in this weird in-between stage is driving me insane. I know I really like this guy. I'm not ready to commit, and I don't think he is either. And while I want to still keep my options open...I hate the thought of him keeping his options open.
Being single and over 30 can be rough terrain- most of my friends are married and have been for quite some time. And while I'm perfectly happy being the third wheel with my girlfriends and their husbands for social outings, they really can't relate to what it's like to date now.
What it all boils down to is that when I find myself having a freak out like this, most of my friends don't really understand. So I'm kind of on my own trying to figure things out. And that's a drag.
The good news is at least I still have this guy:
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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Three strikes, I'm out
Busted arm, "monthly friend"...and now a viral infection to boot. Not to mention the fun of Valentine's Day, aka "singles awareness day." This has not been my week!
The good news is that Brewster had a fabulous vday- I gave him a four-pack of squeaky tennis balls and his eyes almost bugged out of his head. Poor thing was in a frenzy, he was so excited.
That intent stare was focused on his beloved tennis ball. He was about to leap out of his skin when I took that pic!
My furry valentine.
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The good news is that Brewster had a fabulous vday- I gave him a four-pack of squeaky tennis balls and his eyes almost bugged out of his head. Poor thing was in a frenzy, he was so excited.
That intent stare was focused on his beloved tennis ball. He was about to leap out of his skin when I took that pic!
My furry valentine.
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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Getting back in the swing of things
This week totally kicked my butt! I went back to work, and while it's great to be getting back to normal, I have been totally wiped out all week. It didn't help that my boss was out the last few days for a conference, so I was holding down the fort solo. But, everything got done (I hope) much to my shock. When I looked at my to-do list on Friday, I really didn't think I'd get it all done.
I went for my post-op doctor's appointment this week, and it went great. My recovery is going about as well as possible (knock on wood!!). My stitches are out and I can finally see the back of my arm. And man, what a sight for sore eyes....I was SHOCKED at my post-op visit to learn just how big the plate is in my arm!!! I have TEN screws. It really is a bionic arm!
Brewster is still really unhappy that I can't do as much as usual. He's actually harassing me right now! And tonight I have a date...someone new. I'm a little nervous to show up with my robo-arm, but we'll see how it goes!
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I went for my post-op doctor's appointment this week, and it went great. My recovery is going about as well as possible (knock on wood!!). My stitches are out and I can finally see the back of my arm. And man, what a sight for sore eyes....I was SHOCKED at my post-op visit to learn just how big the plate is in my arm!!! I have TEN screws. It really is a bionic arm!
Brewster is still really unhappy that I can't do as much as usual. He's actually harassing me right now! And tonight I have a date...someone new. I'm a little nervous to show up with my robo-arm, but we'll see how it goes!
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Back in the 'hood
After staying with my parents for nearly two weeks, it was time to start living independently again. I'm going back to work on monday, and I wanted to give myself plenty of time to get acclimated to being on my own.
So of course my heat wasn't working and we got a big snow storm. And of course, after a freakishly mild winter, we get a snow storm when I've got a broken arm.
Happily, the heat is working again, although Brewster and I are getting adjusted to slightly lower temps than we've been enjoying at my parents'! (My furnace SUCKS and drinks oil...so I'm a super Scrooge with the heat!)
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So of course my heat wasn't working and we got a big snow storm. And of course, after a freakishly mild winter, we get a snow storm when I've got a broken arm.
Happily, the heat is working again, although Brewster and I are getting adjusted to slightly lower temps than we've been enjoying at my parents'! (My furnace SUCKS and drinks oil...so I'm a super Scrooge with the heat!)
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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Update: going stir-crazy
I guess the theme for this week is that saying, "the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Or something like that. I think it's actually a bible verse. Anyway...I'm ready to get up and go, but my body is not.
The good news is that, according to my physical therapist, I'm doing great and recovery is going about at well as can be expected. I'm making progress: now I can take off the bionic arm brace for short amounts of time! This is a HUGE relief for me, because that thing is driving me nuts. Taking off the brace meant I could also check out my incision...caution, not for the faint of heart:
Sorry for the poor quality. And the red mark at the corner of my phone? For SMS reason I've got a couple random stitches off to the side. Not sure why, but I'm sure my doc will give me the scoop at my follow-up appointment next week! The news from physical therapy was all good- I'm healing really well, swelling is way down and the surgery was very successful.
I'm still at my parents' house. They're great and are taking such good care of Brewster and me...but I'm ready to be back in my own place! Only problem is I still can't tie my own shoes...
I think by the time we go home Brewster will probably double in size! My parents are spoiling him rotten and he is loving it. He's getting a little bit out of control and was just full of piss and vinegar tonight- harassing my mom relentlessly. I think they've created a monster- a food monster! I NEVER give him table food and gave them strict instructions to stick to it- not just to be a stickler- he has a very sensitive stomach! (I don't call him Funky Brewster for nothing. For such a small dog, he can clear a room.) But I keep catching them slipping him bites of food, and I know that there's a lot more I'm not seeing. Now whenever there's food around, B just expects some and gets really sassy if he doesn't get what he wants.
He does make a very nice lap desk though!
Poor quality pic, but that's B with his new BFF, my mom!
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The good news is that, according to my physical therapist, I'm doing great and recovery is going about at well as can be expected. I'm making progress: now I can take off the bionic arm brace for short amounts of time! This is a HUGE relief for me, because that thing is driving me nuts. Taking off the brace meant I could also check out my incision...caution, not for the faint of heart:
Sorry for the poor quality. And the red mark at the corner of my phone? For SMS reason I've got a couple random stitches off to the side. Not sure why, but I'm sure my doc will give me the scoop at my follow-up appointment next week! The news from physical therapy was all good- I'm healing really well, swelling is way down and the surgery was very successful.
I'm still at my parents' house. They're great and are taking such good care of Brewster and me...but I'm ready to be back in my own place! Only problem is I still can't tie my own shoes...
I think by the time we go home Brewster will probably double in size! My parents are spoiling him rotten and he is loving it. He's getting a little bit out of control and was just full of piss and vinegar tonight- harassing my mom relentlessly. I think they've created a monster- a food monster! I NEVER give him table food and gave them strict instructions to stick to it- not just to be a stickler- he has a very sensitive stomach! (I don't call him Funky Brewster for nothing. For such a small dog, he can clear a room.) But I keep catching them slipping him bites of food, and I know that there's a lot more I'm not seeing. Now whenever there's food around, B just expects some and gets really sassy if he doesn't get what he wants.
He does make a very nice lap desk though!
Poor quality pic, but that's B with his new BFF, my mom!
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Glutton for punishment
Yesterday I had my first physical therapy appointment, and it was actually rather pleasant- all they did was hook me up to these electrode things to stimulate circulation. It felt like a massage!
And the physical therapist (my new BFF) took off my bandages so I could scratch my itchy arm...let me tell you, it was like a little bit of heaven!
I'm still staying at my parents' house. I'm very, very blessed to have them, and they have been wonderful about taking care of both me AND Brewster. But...I'm used to having my own space, and they are too- I'm sure I'm cramping their style just as much as they're cramping mine!
I'm going a little bit stir crazy. Not that I have any energy to do anything anyway. There's a guy that I guess you would say I'm talking to. He wants to come visit, maybe get me outta here for a little bit. If I was home in Providence, by myself, this would be a great idea. But here at my parents' house, this is a potential minefield! Not sure what I was thinking when I took him up on his offer. Actually, I do know what I was thinking- I was still in denial, thinking I would be back in Providence by now.
Anyway. The issues with having a gentleman caller visit me at my parents' house are myriad. For starters, my mom is the biggest nosebag I've ever met in my life. When I was in college, she used to "clean my room" every year- the day after I moved back to school. She would go through everything- she even read my diary. (She claimed she just "moved it," but she left it open on my bed. I said she was nosy, not smooth.)
And for some reason, she likes to throw things in my face a bit. I don't think she means to- I think she's just so nosy that she doesn't really stop to think about someone's feelings. She still asks me about guys I dated in high school!
The biggest issue though, is that this guy wasn't supposed to make it off the boo list. There's um, a bit of an age difference. As in he's a bit younger than me. Like 8 years. And when that age difference is 25 vs 33, I think it's a big deal. I really, really don't want to have to explain this to my parents!!
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And the physical therapist (my new BFF) took off my bandages so I could scratch my itchy arm...let me tell you, it was like a little bit of heaven!
I'm still staying at my parents' house. I'm very, very blessed to have them, and they have been wonderful about taking care of both me AND Brewster. But...I'm used to having my own space, and they are too- I'm sure I'm cramping their style just as much as they're cramping mine!
I'm going a little bit stir crazy. Not that I have any energy to do anything anyway. There's a guy that I guess you would say I'm talking to. He wants to come visit, maybe get me outta here for a little bit. If I was home in Providence, by myself, this would be a great idea. But here at my parents' house, this is a potential minefield! Not sure what I was thinking when I took him up on his offer. Actually, I do know what I was thinking- I was still in denial, thinking I would be back in Providence by now.
Anyway. The issues with having a gentleman caller visit me at my parents' house are myriad. For starters, my mom is the biggest nosebag I've ever met in my life. When I was in college, she used to "clean my room" every year- the day after I moved back to school. She would go through everything- she even read my diary. (She claimed she just "moved it," but she left it open on my bed. I said she was nosy, not smooth.)
And for some reason, she likes to throw things in my face a bit. I don't think she means to- I think she's just so nosy that she doesn't really stop to think about someone's feelings. She still asks me about guys I dated in high school!
The biggest issue though, is that this guy wasn't supposed to make it off the boo list. There's um, a bit of an age difference. As in he's a bit younger than me. Like 8 years. And when that age difference is 25 vs 33, I think it's a big deal. I really, really don't want to have to explain this to my parents!!
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