yep, when it rains, it pours

I really appreciate our car mechanics at Bayless Tire & Auto. They're the best. They're very knowledgeable, and they get the work done quickly. And they're close to our house, so we can easily walk there to drop off/pick up the car.

However, I would prefer they didn't know us on a first name basis. Perhaps it's time for a new car when this happens.

I would also love it if the above-mentioned piece of crap wonderful, sexy, beast of a car wouldn't die in my company's garage. The one that only allows access in and out (yes, from the inside) with an access card. That way I wouldn't have to stand there in the freezing-ass cold and wait for the tow guy to load up my car so I can kindly let him out. I'm all for safety and all, but it's not like we work in north city.

Boy wouldn't it have been nice too if I'd called our auto agent and asked to add the tow coverage on before it needed to be towed 3 times in the past two years. Yep, that would have been great. Perhaps now is a good time to heed this lesson and get it added. That is if it's not in fact time to rid ourselves of the piece of crap wonderful, sexy, beast of a car.

sheesh

I love it when everyone freaks out about the weather. This morning when we woke up there was MAYBE ½ inch of snow – really light and fluffy snow too, the kind that doesn’t even need to be scraped off the car. Just a quick swipe with the wipers is all it takes. Funny enough though, the news was telling everyone to stay home if at all possible. The roads were treacherous, there were accidents everywhere, and there was a threat of more snow this afternoon (which has yet to materialize at 2:30 PM).

Add in the fact that last time they predicted 5 inches of snow we got maybe ¼ inch, and none stuck to the roads as it was like 37 degrees all day. Hmmm.

I’m all for erring on the side of safety, even though I’m not one to do it. But seriously? Staying home with ½ inch of snow? That’s a bit much. The roads weren’t even slick. I usually defend my lovely state of Misery from those who call us wimps when we cancel schools after 3 inches of snow. I’m also all in favor of taking much needed snow days, even if they’re unnecessary. But really.

Then again, if you’re dumb enough to believe what you hear on the network news channels, then perhaps you should stay off the roads.

you need a new hat

My good friend started his very own Etsy shop. He crochets, and is great at it. He is currently selling hats, scarves, and soon will be selling mary jane style slippers. He will be offering already-made merchandise and also taking special orders. He’s made my Bee a hat, and also an awesome pair of hi-top slippers complete with non-skid bottoms. They’re beautiful. I’ve also seen blankets that he’s made, and they’re gorgeous. I’m sure he could be convinced to make anything you can dream up – for a price of course. No really though everything is quite reasonable. Check it out!

On a non-related note, I’m pretty sure I heard one of the worst sounds ever today – a kid screaming in the room next to me at the dentist. Being at the dentist’s office is bad enough – do I really need to hear a kid in pain? It was horrible. And soon to be followed up by the sound of the dentist sawing the heck out of my custom-fit bite guard (apparently I grind my teeth at night and had no idea – so bad in fact that they’re practically worn down to mere nubs – like maybe a year from being rid of enamel altogether, nice). Not a nice sound. But my dentist is kind of attractive, so going there isn’t the worst thing in the world.

On a kind of funny note, my dentist practices with his brother and father in a practice started by his grandfather. His father’s name is Christopher Wolken. I can’t help but think of the infamous Christopher Walken whenever I happen to spy his business card at the check-out desk. More Cowbell!

the avatar debate

So I took my ‘little bro’ to see Avatar yesterday. I really didn’t know much about the movie except that it was in 3D, which I didn’t really care about. I was actually worried it would get old, or that wearing those glasses for 2 ½ hours would give me a headache.

I ended up really enjoying the movie. We both did. The 3D was really cool, and though the glasses were annoying, they weren’t that bad. It was really beautiful, actually. The colors were amazing, and I thought a lot of creativity was used in the creating of the native people and how they interact with nature. They way they ‘plugged’ into the animals for instance was really cool.

The story wasn’t great, but it wasn’t so horrible as to throw me out of the experience. Then again, I didn’t expect much either. Big budget, 3D movie – no surprise there that the story was somewhat secondary and not really the focus. It was predictable and cheesy, and the characters were very stereotypical with dull dialogue. So what. It was more than watchable, and again, I didn’t expect much, so whatever.

I think it’s funny how up-in-arms people are getting about how cheated they felt by the story. Seriously? I just can’t imagine going into this thinking it would be Oscar-quality acting and writing (not that I think the Oscars are the be-all/end-all when it comes to movies anymore). It was made to be visually beautiful, which it was. And the main character (Sam Worthington? Never heard of him) was not too hard on the eyes either. Yum.

When I go to the movies I want to be entertained. Sometimes that means witty dialogue and great acting, sometimes it means rip-roaringly funny, and sometimes it’s a beautiful setting. It doesn’t have to be all three, or perfect in any way. If a movie can entertain me for 2+hours without needing to look at the clock, then I consider that a success. I really enjoyed the movie, and couldn’t believe it when it ended 2 ½ hours later. It seemed like maybe a ½ hour. So I say it’s a success.

Go and see it, you’ll enjoy it. Just don’t go into it thinking it’s going to be some masterpiece, and just ignore the meathead characters and cliché dialogue. It’s not hard when you’re distracted by the 3D and scenery anyway. Enjoy it for what it is and no more.

top ten art accidents

This is a great article. Here's an excerpt:

On Jan. 22, 2010, a New York Metropolitan Museum of Art visitor accidentally fell into The Actor, a 105-year-old painting by Pablo Picasso, ripping the canvas.

Wow. I've done a lot of stupid stuff, for sure, but this is incredible. Although had I done this I would have probably peed myself out of sheer horror and embarrassment, only magnifying the horribleness of the situation. I've dropped a thing or two in my time, no big deal. But wow. The thought of this happening to me boggles the mind.

why didn't I know about this earlier???

I just became aware of restaurant.com. Wow. You can get gift certificates for restaurants at way discounted prices. And there are a ton of restaurants on the list.

We really like a local brewpub, Mattingly's, and go there as often as possible. Good, cheap food, and great beer. On this site I can get a $25 gift certificate for $10, and if I enter the code BONUS on the checkout page, I can get it for $2. That's $25 worth of food for $2. Crazy.

So now I can stuff my face and drink a boatload of awesome, freshly-brewed beer for the low price of $2. Does life get any better? I think not.

life without Chay

So far life without Chay has been just that…life – without Chay. It’s weird. I feel quite a bit of relief, like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I didn’t really even know it was there until it was gone. No more worrying about her leg breaking, about getting her meds, about whether or not we were keeping her alive too long. That’s a lot to have on your plate.

I keep seeing things that remind me of her. Last night I washed her towels, the one we put under her bowls and the one we used to wipe her feet. Those were her towels. They looked so wrong sitting in the closet. She’ll never use those towels again, we’ll never again wipe her feet. I put her kong in the dishwasher this morning. Her pills are still in the cabinet, because we don’t really know what to do with them, and throwing them away doesn’t seem right. This morning I began to turn my head towards her room to say good-bye to her, but stopped myself. She’s not there.

I got my new checks in the mail yesterday. I’d been ordering greyhound rescue checks for a while now, but decided to go with the standard issue bank checks this time, thinking I’d save a little money. I should have gotten the greyhound ones. I ordered them before she died. They weren’t even that much cheaper. That sucks.

The other day after we came home from grocery shopping Bee went into Chay’s room (well her room now), stood by the bed, and said ‘Chay-chay?’ She’d moved on to something else before we could even respond, but that hurt. Bee won’t even remember her.

I sat down at the computer to put together a little tribute for her on Facebook, and was overwhelmed when looking through all the pictures we have of her. I’d forgotten how she was, what the cancer took away. She was so fun-loving and silly, always lying in funny ways, always ready to run or pounce. She lived for walks, and her ears would perk up at even the slightest sound resembling her collar/leash. We couldn’t even take plastic bags out without her wanting a walk. She used to come in for pets at least once an hour, and loved snuggling on the couch or our bed. She hadn’t done those things in so long. She wasn’t herself, and it happened so slowly that we didn’t even realize it.

I’m eternally thankful that we decided to be with her until she died. We held her as she took her last breath. We watched her head jerk around at every sound because the sedatives have a hallucinatory effect. We were there as she went from a nervous, panicky dog (how she always was at the vet) to being calm and pain-free. I knew the exact moment that she died. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I guess eventually I’ll stop thinking about her as much. It’s okay now. I like the constant reminders. They’re not a wet nose poking me for pets, but it’s something.

Chayla, AKA ‘SV Mamas Fool’ – September 15, 1998 – January 17, 2010

We said good-bye to our first baby girl, Chayla, on Sunday. It was incredibly hard, but also somewhat of a relief – she was diagnosed with osteosarcoma, a very aggressive cancer, just before Thanksgiving. The tumor on her shoulder had grown to about the size of a tennis ball. She was in pain, but Sunday was the first time we looked into her eyes and they were sad. It was time.

We took her for a short walk, her favorite thing, but also something she hadn’t done in a month at least. Then she went on a car ride, which was probably her second favorite thing. She got a great dinner the night before and a great breakfast, and plenty of treats. She was so excited to go for her walk, more excited than she’d been in a while. It was a good last day.

We were able to sit with her and hold her the entire time. I wouldn’t have it any other way. She slipped away peacefully, and I am grateful for that. Life won’t be the same without her and already our small house seems very empty.

It was only after looking at pictures we’d taken over time that I realized how much the cancer had changed her in only a few short months. She was so happy, so full of life. Nothing got her down. Stubborn as the day is long, but sweet and loving too. It seems like forever ago that we saw her do this:

This was her playful pounce. This is the picture posted on the rescue group’s site, the picture that made us fall in love with her.

She went with us to the cabin every year at least once. I’ve never been to the cabin without her; it won’t be the same. We’re going to bury her two collars – one at home, one at the cabin. We’ll be burying her Mizzou collar there – a little humor, as the cabin is in Arkansas. This is Chay on the boat. She loved the boat, loved having the wind in her face.

Chay was such a comfort to me during my time on bedrest. She would snuggle with me on the couch. We would share a blanket. Occasionally she’d get very comfortable:


I loved that she was there with me, making me laugh. She was so good at that.

This is a picture of Chay and her best friend, Hank. Hank belongs to our best friends who live in Columbia (though he might argue that they belong to him). They tolerated one another for a while, until the night we left them alone and they managed to tear through a whole bag of pigs ears. From that night on they were best friends. Chay was getting on in years, and though she was robbed of a lot of good life, she was a lazy girl. But Hank brought out the puppy in her. They were so darn cute together.

I could go on and on forever about Chay. She was our first baby, our best girl, for 6 ½ years. We knew she was ours the minute we visited her at her foster home. We just clicked. Chay had been in and out of homes for a few years, never fitting in. But the three of us were perfect together. Everyone loved Chay, she was so special. She had a way of digging into your heart and staying there.

It will be a while before we get another dog, though I know someday we will. I don’t know that I can face the thought of losing another to this horrible cancer, which is very common in greyhounds (and I would only ever get another hound). Maybe when Bee is a little older. Maybe when we’ve got a bit more disposable income.

Good-bye, sweet girl. I know now you’re running freely, eating all the cheese that you want, living it up. We will meet again.