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Tuesday
Jan122010

7 Quick Tuesday Takes

1.  This past Friday gave us a brand new episode of What Not to Wear, featuring Courtney, a woman who lost 170lbs through gastric bypass surgery.  I wrote about the episode over at We Are The Real Deal. I looooove WNTW so I was super excited for this episode and did enjoy it.  It wasn't perfect, but it was quite good - and so far I really like and appreciate the reader comments.  Getting feedback on my writing is so cool.

2.  There are a slew of commercials getting on my nerves lately.  I probably could do a list of seven of those on their own, but that would turn out sounding cranky, so I'll just mention: the sneaker commercials that spend most of their time focusing the camera on a woman's ass (it's a great ass, I'll admit, but the commercial is so objectifying that it's maddening); the sandwich commercial where the guy says to the woman, "You know I'm checking out your two, right?" meaning her two lunch choices, of course; and the cereal commercial where the mom goes on a diet because she gets stuck in a children's chair (Dear cereal company: a grown woman's hips are not meant to fit in a children's arm chair).  There are many more, but those three are the most maddening right now.

3.  To follow-up on yesterday's post, I'm happy to report that Oreo has been a super happy dog in the past two days (i.e. since we took Buster back to my parents' house for the week).  So, okay, she's not thrilled when he's here, but she's not showing any indications of permanent trauma.  Good sign.

4.  This Saturday the hubby and I have tickets to see Eddie Izzard at Madison Square Garden.  I bought these tickets last June and have just been holding onto them.  I can't believe the show is finally here!  And it means a trip into the city, yay!  Maybe we can even do dinner in the city, like a real grown-up couple with free time and a few dollars.

5.  I won a $5 Amazon giftcard from Tara over at 25 Hour Books, which I used today to order Michael Pollan's latest book, Food Rules: An Eater's Manual.  I still have to read The Omnivore's Dilemma, but In Defense of Food remains one of my very favorite books I've ever read.  I think everyone should read it.  Michael Pollan does really great work in food awareness - how what we eat affects our bodies and the world.

6.  I didn't watch The Bachelor premiere (why would I) but I can't help but stumble upon stories about the bachelorette who "cheated" on the Bachelor with a crew member.  She says nothing happened, and I understand this is generally against the rules on any reality show, but what's bugging me about this is the labeling of her as a cheater:

Bachelor Jake Pavelka, who claims he has never been cheated on, was shocked by the news. (US Weekly)

Guess what US Weekly and Bachelor - you still haven't been cheated on!  You're dating 25 women and one of them is rumored to have become friendly with a crewman and this is now cheating?  The hypocrisy here is staggering and disgusting.  It's not like the show was ever a great example of feminist thinking, but this is just beyond the pale.

7.  Yesterday I tweeted that "All web surfing roads lead back to Etsy."  No matter what I do, I stumble across links to Etsy - and then I get lost in the Etsy pool for hours.  This year is my big "house into a home" project/resolution, so I think next year will be the year I get my personal style back into shape.  It really tanked when I went to grad school and gained weight.  I had little reason to get dressed nicely most of the time and, as I put on weight, I just got depressed and felt like nothing looked good (I even hated buying new clothes).  I used to relish dressing and accessorizing - now it's more like, "Eh, whatev."  But I feel the pull when I look at personal items on Etsy - scarves and rings and dresses (in plus sizes!).  I don't know what my body will do after I have the baby, but I'd like to obviously lose the baby weight . . . and then some.  I think next year will be the perfect opportunity to re-style myself.

Monday
Jan112010

The Puppy and the Princess

This was our first weekend having Buster, our new Yorkie/Cairn puppy, home with us.  We're acclimating him to our home little by little for two key reasons:

1. He's a puppy and requires a lot of care right now - more than we can give him on some work days.  Some days we have a nice alternating schedule that means we don't see each other as much as we'd like, but we will be around for the puppy.  But for now my mom, who isn't working, can spend all day with him at her house.

2. Oreo.

See, Oreo is a princess - an eleven year old princess.  She rules her domain while accepting help from no minions.  She is not-so-at-large (about 13 lbs on average) but quite in charge.

Being eleven, Oreo does not like to play very often.  She'll play fetch and throw her rawhide around once in a while, but not at the rate and frequency of a terrier puppy.  And she doesn't like being bothered by other dogs.

Oreo and Buster met twice previously at my parents' house, then this Friday we brought Buster to our home for the whole weekend.  To give you an idea of how different Buster and Oreo's activity levels are, my parents' nickname for Buster is Zippy.  Oreo's is Old Lady.  So, yeah.

The basic issue is that Buster wants to play with Oreo . . . because he wants to play basically any time he's awake.  And if you don't play with him, he will keep bothering you - jumping up, nipping at you, and so on (stuff we are trying to train against, in case you were concerned).

Oreo is pretty patient so while he jumped up and down yapping at her, she just stared at him . . . until she had enough.  And then she barked back.  And that was when we became that house that has two barking dogs.  Oh hell no.  So I started working with Buster on not barking at Oreo.  Oreo already only barks when another dog is bothering her; she's well trained, so that's not a concern - but she will defend herself against the twerp jumping at her.

Other than that, though, Buster was very good considering he's only two months old.  We "puppy-proofed" the house as much as possible, but he still ended up being attracted to chewing on a few remaining wires and we are still working on the housebreaking.  He's VERY good at peeing on the paper (his foster mom did a great job paper training him) . . . uh, but he needs some work on where he makes his other deposits.  Once it's warmer out and we can walk him, that will help . . . but for now we're just keeping an eye on him, putting him on the paper, and cleaning up regularly.

So it's not Buster I'm worried about; it's Oreo.  She is an old lady, even though Shih Tzus can live ten to eighteen years, depending on health and size.  I would like Oreo's golden years to be happy ones - and I have no doubt she'll acclimate to Buster; it's just going to take a little while.

On Saturday, after a round of barking, she finally nipped him on the nose - at which point he yelped, backed up, and wandered off.  He then bothered her noticeably less on Sunday, which I'm hoping means she adequately asserted herself and he's learning his place.

Mom? Oreo sent me to my room.

Okay, actually, he goes in his crate by himself.  He actually likes it in there.

I'll just stay out of Oreo's way now . . . at least for a minute.

Wednesday
Sep162009

I never get sick. No, really. But my car does.

Whenever I tell someone, "No, really, I never get sick," they put their hand over their mouth and back away from me, like a storm of locusts carrying the most-recent flu epidemic (bird, swine, etc) is about to descend upon me and infect me so seriously that my hair will be sneezing.

But I don't get sick.  Sure, every now and then I have a day where I have the sniffles, but really, it only lasts a day.  I've never even had the flu, ever.

But what I do have?  Days where everything else possible stands in the way of having a great day, all before 9am.

1. Woke up this morning to discover the dog left several "presents" in the hallway.

2. My car wouldn't start.

Sigh.

We had plans to go pick out our new bed tonight (101 item 31: Buy a bigger bed) and I think we're still going to do that, but we're also going to have to get me a new starter (I think) and a carpet shampoo-er.  (Hubby finally agrees with me that we need one.  Finally.  I think mostly because I made him clean the carpet this morning and our little SpotBot was out of soap so he had to scrub by hand.)

After that indignity, he drove me to work and will pick me up later, at which point we shall commence our errands.  At least it all happened during a week where we actually have the money to fix things.

And for dinner, there's chicken tortilla soup in the slow cooker, so that's a great thing to look forward to.  The day will go up from here.  Well, it has to - what would be down from picking up poop and a dealing with a non-starting car?  (Wait, don't answer that.)

At least I have my health.

Monday
Jul272009

BlogWho '09? BlogPUP '10?

As I was listening to my iPod the other day, I got an idea blast.

Some background:  I often make up songs for/about Oreo (my shih-tzu):

 


And that is how she looks at me when I sing to her.

Most of the time I keep these songs to myself because 1 - they're fleeting and anti-melodic and/or 2 - they're a bit ridiculous.  Recently I shared with my husband that Oreo had a song to the Green Acres theme:

Ordito is the pupper-pie
Ordito never asks you why

Um, never having actually watched the show, that was all I could assemble.  (And, yes, Oreo has many nicknames: Ordito, Torpedo, Pupper Face, Puppers, Pupper Paws.)

But the other day, I started singing along to - no judgement - Lady Gaga's "Poker Face":

Mah mah mah mah mah mah
Mah Pupper Face
Mah mah mah mah mah mah
Mah Pupper Face

So I got to thinking... are there pet bloggers?  Now, I'm not one of those people who treat their pet like a child.  To be honest, I get kind of grossed out when people refer to their pet as the sibling of their human child, like, "Oh, yes, Rover is very excited to have a little sister now."  Kind of feels like a disservice to the dog and the human baby all at once.  But I digress.

So, again - but for the very last time (I think) - as you may very well already know, there was a big ol' blogging conference in Chicago this weekend (Blogher). In addition, there were a bunch of really nifty online blogging events for those of us who weren't in Chicago*. I noodled around some of this stuff, found a whole bunch of new blogs to peruse, laughed, cried, and generally had a good web-strolling time.

What this made me question, though, was where my interests fit in. What kind of panel could I be on? I'm a wife, but this isn't solely a marriage blog, even though I discuss my marriage. I'm not yet a mom, so not a mommy blogger - but when I am, I don't expect this to become all kids, all the time. I'm not very stylish, so it's not a style blog. I'm not actively, gung-ho losing weight nor am I loudly preaching the benefits of HAES (Health At Every Size) so it's not a health or body size/image blog. I read and write about books, but only sometimes.

I'm thirtysomething... but what does that mean? I believe it means my life is unable to be categorized (dictionary.com tells me uncategorizable is not a recognized word, boo - it should be). I'm not dissing people who categorize their writing by choice. Writing is about passion - you have to write what you have a passion for.  Since I was a kid, I've watched life, noticed things. I see the small flinches people make before etiquette takes over. I see the wrong words coming out of someone's mouth before they even get to the ears of whomever's about to be offended. I'm sensitive to the movement of life and the implications of people's actions.

So I can't leave anything out because taking it all in is what I do - though, of course, there is room for editing; I'm not one for no-holds-barred, balls-to-the-wall, gritty honesty most of the time. I am honest - even blunt - but also a bit prissy on occasion. But that's me and that's what this blog is - me.

So I propose: BlogPup '10!  By then I should be able to finish the lyrics to "Pupper Face", make sure that Lady Gaga's people don't sue me, and put together a little dance routine.  I'm takin' my mad pupper lyrics skillz viral, yo (and, yes, I promise to never talk like that again).

 

*(I did sign up to go to BlogHer '10, though!!  Eeee!!!)