I was up until 6 a.m. last night. Seriously. I just couldn't sleep to save my life. If the option was to go to sleep or get shot in the face, I probably wouldn't be alive to post this right now. It is so frustrating because there is no real reason for me to stay up so late. I love sleeping. It is in my top three favorite pastimes. So why can't I get my brain to shut the hell up for five minutes so I can can slip into Dreamland? I don't know, but I wish I could figure it out. These last few weeks have been exhausting.
Dex always says, "You gotta get your sleep schedule back on track." I wholeheartedly agree. But doing that is impossible. I refuse to take sleeping pills, and when I tried a melatonin supplement, I was a nauseous zombie the whole next day. Not my idea of fun. Plus, when I'm up until six in the morning, that means I sleep until one in the afternoon. I would have just stayed up, but once I got tired, I totally crashed. I didn't have a choice.
Lately, I've been trying to stay very relaxed, hoping that doing so may help me sleep more. Unfortunately, trying and doing are two very different things. With all the crap that has been going on, no amount of relaxation techniques seem to be helping. The most effective method for me is to draw a (VERY) hot bath, light about fifteen candles, and read a book in the tub for about an hour. Of course, I use my lavender scented bath salts (homemade, of course) and Bath and Body Works "sleepy soap." I have about a 60% success rate. In any case, I'm always a sucker for a hot bath and steamy novel. Gotta love the occasional trashy romance.
So what do you do to fall asleep? I've been considering digging out my yoga mat, doing some stretching, and spending some time meditating before bed each evening. Any tips would be appreciated. I just really want to feel well rested again.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
House Sitting My Own Home
So although I had to go to work today, it was an alright Sunday for me. I overslept, which is usually the case (especially since I stayed up until about four in the morning due to Mequa's coughing and Nugget's barking) and made it to work about five minutes late. The first hour of my shift was a very grumpy one, mostly because I wanted to be back in bed and hadn't consumed nearly enough soda by then.
Dex showed up an hour later (his shift was 12-5 while mine was 11-6) and I immediately began perking up. Hard not to with that one cracking jokes about every single display idea I had. Sometimes I love being an English major... the amount of quotes and symbolism we can feed into a simple candle display is absurd. We decided one setup was a very subtle water molecule model while another was a blatant phallic symbol suggesting male superiority and fighting against the upheld tradition that candles are for sissies (how could it be, with such a tall candle as that?). You get my point... we had some good times.
When lunch rolled around, I found myself craving a smoothie instead of actual food. When I talked to the lady at Orange Julius, I found out mall employees get a discount! Score! I got a huge triple berry smoothie for the price of a soda at any of the other vendors in the food court. And it was delicious.
After work, I went straight home to an empty house (aside from all the pets). My family flew to Mexico today. I am slightly jealous, but I am loving the silence created by their absence. I simply adore being the only human on the property. The sense of peace and privacy is one I rarely get to enjoy, and it is mine until they return on Thursday! The only real drawback is that I'm kinda forced to enjoy it out here because I need to be home in the mornings and evenings to take care of Mequa (who is doing much better, by the way). That means no partying it up in town with Dex's family. He wants me to come over for some homemade pizza, but I'm afraid that won't be until next week because of the dog. Of course, he could always come out here... I have an oven too lol. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, I'm perfectly content to curl up with my Kindle and my laptop for the evening, just as I have done tonight.
Dex showed up an hour later (his shift was 12-5 while mine was 11-6) and I immediately began perking up. Hard not to with that one cracking jokes about every single display idea I had. Sometimes I love being an English major... the amount of quotes and symbolism we can feed into a simple candle display is absurd. We decided one setup was a very subtle water molecule model while another was a blatant phallic symbol suggesting male superiority and fighting against the upheld tradition that candles are for sissies (how could it be, with such a tall candle as that?). You get my point... we had some good times.
When lunch rolled around, I found myself craving a smoothie instead of actual food. When I talked to the lady at Orange Julius, I found out mall employees get a discount! Score! I got a huge triple berry smoothie for the price of a soda at any of the other vendors in the food court. And it was delicious.
After work, I went straight home to an empty house (aside from all the pets). My family flew to Mexico today. I am slightly jealous, but I am loving the silence created by their absence. I simply adore being the only human on the property. The sense of peace and privacy is one I rarely get to enjoy, and it is mine until they return on Thursday! The only real drawback is that I'm kinda forced to enjoy it out here because I need to be home in the mornings and evenings to take care of Mequa (who is doing much better, by the way). That means no partying it up in town with Dex's family. He wants me to come over for some homemade pizza, but I'm afraid that won't be until next week because of the dog. Of course, he could always come out here... I have an oven too lol. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, I'm perfectly content to curl up with my Kindle and my laptop for the evening, just as I have done tonight.
Friday, July 23, 2010
More Than I Can Bear? Possibly.
Yesterday went down in the books for one of Miss Oddi's most stressful days ever. And don't think I'm exaggerating. I wish I was.
It all began at precisely 8:03 in the morning when my stupid cell phone started vibrating. Blearily groping for both the phone and my glasses, I struggled to disentangle myself from the mass of sheets that had entrapped me. My tired eyes worked hard to focus on the tiny words of the text message sent by my dad. When they did, I broke down in tears.
"Good morning," it read, "I am at the vet with Mequa, [sic] she lost another fight. I will call you with more info."
As you may or may not know, Mequa is my 13-lb Bichon Frise. She has this uncanny knack for getting into trouble, compounded with a Napoleon Complex that's out of this world. Mequa doesn't seem to understand that she can't quite take a dog 5,000 times her size. Two years ago this November, I was busy typing away when I heard some serious yelping. I instantly recognized it was her and began screaming for her to come up to the house, all the while throwing my flip flops on and rushing out to find her. I swung the beam of the flashlight out across the road just in time to catch a glimpse of an enormous animal slinking into the shadows. You know that part where Harry first thinks he sees the Grim in Harry Potter? Yeah... that's about how I felt. Freaking terrified. I knew in that instant that my dog was dead. No way she could survive something that huge.
Surprisingly, she didn't die. While I was frantically searching for any remains of my little white fluff ball, my stepbrother was trying to get my attention from the back door.
"She's up here!" he cried. "Hurry! She doesn't look good."
When I got back up to the house, I was mortified. Mequa had deep gashes all across her back and shoulders. I was sure she was a goner. I flew through the house gathering my keys and wallet and put her into the car. Though it was almost midnight, I had to get her to the vet. Fast. Twenty minutes later, we pulled up at the after hours emergency vet clinic. They made us wait for almost an eternity, and then said they couldn't do anything unless I had almost $1,000 up front. I'm a college student. Of course I didn't have that kind of cash. They sent Mequa and I home (of course, I'm bawling my eyes out) after charging me $60 to do absolutely nothing besides waste almost six hours of my time.
The next morning, I took her to our normal vet. Needless to say, I was quite relieved to find her in about the same shape as the night before. Exhausted, sore, and in shock, but not dead, dying, or even bleeding really. The vet agreed that she was stable, if still hurt pretty badly and set to work putting her back to rights. With nothing left for me to do for her, I went on to school where I proceeded to break down crying in front of one of the grumpiest professors I ever had (though I do love him dearly after a semester of crazy writing). I think he was more than a little shocked, especially since all he said was that the stuff I was writing that morning wasn't quite up to par with my normal work, but was still good. The rest of the day traveled down a similar vein until about six in the evening when my step-mom called to let me know Mequa was out of surgery and at home. She also informed me that the vet's best guess was that she had been attacked by a mountain lion, which she thought was crazy until I reminded her of the one that lives only about two miles away. Immediately after my final class for the day, I sped all the way home, getting pulled over and breaking down in front of a police officer on the way. Oddly enough, I didn't start crying until after he said I was getting off with a warning. I was just so relieved to be able to return on my merry way that I couldn't help it.
Since that night, Mequa has made a full recovery with little to no scarring.
And then yesterday she had to go get herself hurt again. From the bite wounds, it is clear that this time, it was a dog that got her. It looks as if it grabbed her by the nose and throat. Outwardly, her cuts don't look nearly as bad as the last time. However, the placement is a huge issue. The mountain lion got her by the back, where she has crap loads of loose skin that the stupid cat ripped right through. This time, the dog ripped an artery or something in Mequa's neck, causing it to fill up with a pocket of blood. So while it didn't look as bad, it was far more serious. Mequa is one lucky dog, however, because she again didn't die right then and there, nor did she bleed out while waiting for the vet. They fixed her back up, drained the pocket of blood, and sent her home around six thirty last night.
All day yesterday I spent shrouded in guilt. If only I hadn't been so tired the night before. If only I had gone home instead of staying in town for the night. If only I had asked someone to let Mequa into my room for the evening. If only I had made the time to finish patching up the fence last weekend. If only... then she wouldn't have gotten in another fight. All this self-imposed guilt literally made me sick.
Not good when you are going in for a physical first thing in the morning. "My, your pulse is up," the nurse said.
"Yeah," I thought. "Of course it is. I'm having a freaking panic attack over here."
On top of all this, I found out my mom, who I mentioned was sick last week, isn't responding to medication and is actually getting worse. Luckily, the doctor isn't worried and just prescribed her some stronger stuff.
Between my mom, my dog, and my stupid doctor visit, I was completely overwhelmed yesterday. It was clear that Dex wanted to do something to help, but was totally at a loss when it came to determining what I needed. I didn't want to do anything, didn't want to eat anything, and especially didn't want to talk about it. I curled up in the recliner with my Kindle and told him not to worry and to get some homework done.
Apparently not long after that, I fell asleep. Sometime that afternoon, Dex had me go lay down and tucked me in, though I don't remember that at all. All I know is that several hours later, he was waking me up to see if I was doing OK and if I was staying for dinner. I think that I totally crashed because I unconsciously made the decision that sleeping was a far better alternative to having yet another total meltdown. About half an hour after I woke back up, I got a phone call from Dad saying Mequa was OK and that he was taking her home. I immediately gathered my things and headed out to the house, pulling in the driveway only seconds after Dad.
To relieve some tension, I went to Jen's house for a massage this morning. I didn't realize just how much I needed it until I left, and I'm so grateful that I have her to help me out. Pretty much everyone in my family tried to convince me that Mequa's attack wasn't my fault and, while I still feel a little guilty, I am certainly feeling much better. I realize that my being home had nothing to do with it, as she could get hurt at any time of day, in the yard or out. She is a small dog, after all.
I am pleased to say that, while she is still obviously hurting, Mequa seems to be doing so much better than yesterday. She's had more water, walks around more, and even has the audacity to beg for treats (of course I give in every time... I'm just so happy she's alive for me to dote on). Right now she's sleeping, but a few minutes ago I took a break from writing to play with her for a few seconds. She seems to have regained her unique, silly personality that I have come to love so very much.
tl;dr version: My dog got attacked and stressed me out, but she is doing OK now and I am very happy. :)
It all began at precisely 8:03 in the morning when my stupid cell phone started vibrating. Blearily groping for both the phone and my glasses, I struggled to disentangle myself from the mass of sheets that had entrapped me. My tired eyes worked hard to focus on the tiny words of the text message sent by my dad. When they did, I broke down in tears.
"Good morning," it read, "I am at the vet with Mequa, [sic] she lost another fight. I will call you with more info."
As you may or may not know, Mequa is my 13-lb Bichon Frise. She has this uncanny knack for getting into trouble, compounded with a Napoleon Complex that's out of this world. Mequa doesn't seem to understand that she can't quite take a dog 5,000 times her size. Two years ago this November, I was busy typing away when I heard some serious yelping. I instantly recognized it was her and began screaming for her to come up to the house, all the while throwing my flip flops on and rushing out to find her. I swung the beam of the flashlight out across the road just in time to catch a glimpse of an enormous animal slinking into the shadows. You know that part where Harry first thinks he sees the Grim in Harry Potter? Yeah... that's about how I felt. Freaking terrified. I knew in that instant that my dog was dead. No way she could survive something that huge.
Surprisingly, she didn't die. While I was frantically searching for any remains of my little white fluff ball, my stepbrother was trying to get my attention from the back door.
"She's up here!" he cried. "Hurry! She doesn't look good."
When I got back up to the house, I was mortified. Mequa had deep gashes all across her back and shoulders. I was sure she was a goner. I flew through the house gathering my keys and wallet and put her into the car. Though it was almost midnight, I had to get her to the vet. Fast. Twenty minutes later, we pulled up at the after hours emergency vet clinic. They made us wait for almost an eternity, and then said they couldn't do anything unless I had almost $1,000 up front. I'm a college student. Of course I didn't have that kind of cash. They sent Mequa and I home (of course, I'm bawling my eyes out) after charging me $60 to do absolutely nothing besides waste almost six hours of my time.
The next morning, I took her to our normal vet. Needless to say, I was quite relieved to find her in about the same shape as the night before. Exhausted, sore, and in shock, but not dead, dying, or even bleeding really. The vet agreed that she was stable, if still hurt pretty badly and set to work putting her back to rights. With nothing left for me to do for her, I went on to school where I proceeded to break down crying in front of one of the grumpiest professors I ever had (though I do love him dearly after a semester of crazy writing). I think he was more than a little shocked, especially since all he said was that the stuff I was writing that morning wasn't quite up to par with my normal work, but was still good. The rest of the day traveled down a similar vein until about six in the evening when my step-mom called to let me know Mequa was out of surgery and at home. She also informed me that the vet's best guess was that she had been attacked by a mountain lion, which she thought was crazy until I reminded her of the one that lives only about two miles away. Immediately after my final class for the day, I sped all the way home, getting pulled over and breaking down in front of a police officer on the way. Oddly enough, I didn't start crying until after he said I was getting off with a warning. I was just so relieved to be able to return on my merry way that I couldn't help it.
Since that night, Mequa has made a full recovery with little to no scarring.
And then yesterday she had to go get herself hurt again. From the bite wounds, it is clear that this time, it was a dog that got her. It looks as if it grabbed her by the nose and throat. Outwardly, her cuts don't look nearly as bad as the last time. However, the placement is a huge issue. The mountain lion got her by the back, where she has crap loads of loose skin that the stupid cat ripped right through. This time, the dog ripped an artery or something in Mequa's neck, causing it to fill up with a pocket of blood. So while it didn't look as bad, it was far more serious. Mequa is one lucky dog, however, because she again didn't die right then and there, nor did she bleed out while waiting for the vet. They fixed her back up, drained the pocket of blood, and sent her home around six thirty last night.
All day yesterday I spent shrouded in guilt. If only I hadn't been so tired the night before. If only I had gone home instead of staying in town for the night. If only I had asked someone to let Mequa into my room for the evening. If only I had made the time to finish patching up the fence last weekend. If only... then she wouldn't have gotten in another fight. All this self-imposed guilt literally made me sick.
Not good when you are going in for a physical first thing in the morning. "My, your pulse is up," the nurse said.
"Yeah," I thought. "Of course it is. I'm having a freaking panic attack over here."
On top of all this, I found out my mom, who I mentioned was sick last week, isn't responding to medication and is actually getting worse. Luckily, the doctor isn't worried and just prescribed her some stronger stuff.
Between my mom, my dog, and my stupid doctor visit, I was completely overwhelmed yesterday. It was clear that Dex wanted to do something to help, but was totally at a loss when it came to determining what I needed. I didn't want to do anything, didn't want to eat anything, and especially didn't want to talk about it. I curled up in the recliner with my Kindle and told him not to worry and to get some homework done.
Apparently not long after that, I fell asleep. Sometime that afternoon, Dex had me go lay down and tucked me in, though I don't remember that at all. All I know is that several hours later, he was waking me up to see if I was doing OK and if I was staying for dinner. I think that I totally crashed because I unconsciously made the decision that sleeping was a far better alternative to having yet another total meltdown. About half an hour after I woke back up, I got a phone call from Dad saying Mequa was OK and that he was taking her home. I immediately gathered my things and headed out to the house, pulling in the driveway only seconds after Dad.
To relieve some tension, I went to Jen's house for a massage this morning. I didn't realize just how much I needed it until I left, and I'm so grateful that I have her to help me out. Pretty much everyone in my family tried to convince me that Mequa's attack wasn't my fault and, while I still feel a little guilty, I am certainly feeling much better. I realize that my being home had nothing to do with it, as she could get hurt at any time of day, in the yard or out. She is a small dog, after all.
I am pleased to say that, while she is still obviously hurting, Mequa seems to be doing so much better than yesterday. She's had more water, walks around more, and even has the audacity to beg for treats (of course I give in every time... I'm just so happy she's alive for me to dote on). Right now she's sleeping, but a few minutes ago I took a break from writing to play with her for a few seconds. She seems to have regained her unique, silly personality that I have come to love so very much.
tl;dr version: My dog got attacked and stressed me out, but she is doing OK now and I am very happy. :)
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Of Reading, Fighting, and Rodeo
My, it has been a busy couple of days! It seems my weekends this summer are busier than my workdays! I'm not used to having so many things planned back-to-back-to-back, but I'm loving being out and about all the time, even if my gas gauge does not.
Thursday was my first day off of the week. I closed the night before, so you can be sure that I slept in until about noon. I love my sleep! At three, I took my stepbrother into town and dropped him off at work. I then had a few hours to kill and, since Dex was busy with homework, I decided to drive up to Manitou. What a silly idea that was. That little tourist trap was PACKED! I could not find a free parking spot to save my life (and I wasn't paying $5 just to park for two hours). I just drove up and up Manitou Ave. until all of a sudden, I was back on 24! I have no idea how I managed to do that, but oh well. So I took a lovely mountain drive for a while and got about halfway to Woodland Park before I turned around and headed back down.
Around 5, I arrived at Bear Creek Park. I still had an hour to kill before everyone else showed up, so I found myself a nice shade tree, sat down at its base, and got some reading done. Some of you may know that one of my summer goals was to read Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. I absolutely love it, but it is really long, even for me. I think I'm now about 79% of the way through it. I would have finished long ago if I hadn't decided to finish Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series. Hey? I can't read "smart people" books ALL the time. I've got to get my fantasy kick in over the summer as well. Having the chance to read out in the park was lovely. I was swarmed by little bugs, but being in the foothills and watching as the storm rolled over the park and then unleashed just beyond was awesome. I was thrilled that the lightning and thunder seemed to match the tone of the novel at the time. It was so relaxing, and extremely fun.
When 6 rolled around, I was practically jumping up and down. It was my first Society of Creative Anachronisms (SCA) meeting, and I was ecstatic. What is the SCA? Well, it basically boils down to a group of people who reenact the middle ages (1600's and back). There is fighting, feasting, dancing, and so much more! In my own words, the SCA is a group of people who want to "nerd out" just as much as I do, and I love it. All the people were very friendly and welcoming, and I had a blast learning more about what SCA members actually do. They have two types of fighting, both where you basically beat the crap out of one another, and they also have an archery group (no compounds, of course). I originally thought I might want to get involved in the fighting, but after watching them go at it for three hours, I realized my knees probably wouldn't appreciate it. Heavy fighting is a definite "no" from me, but I still may consider rapier, if the doctor I'm seeing in a few weeks says it is OK. I am extremely excited about the archery, however. Now I just need a bow. Anyone want to go to the Archery Hut? I'm pretty sure Dad is stoked about my wanting a bow. I know I am.
One of the great things, in my opinion, about the SCA is they have specific events where you wear period garb (costumes). For this reason, among others, being an SCA member can become quite expensive. This was one of the reasons I was a little apprehensive about joining at first. Apparently, I lucked out on Thursday, however. Giovanni and his wife were clearing out some of their old stuff! What didn't go home with people went into the trash. I ended up taking home 2 Elizabethan gowns, a cotehardie, a skirt with matching jacket, and a big coat. So now I have plenty of garb, all for free! I'm very excited to attend some events (like the upcoming Baron's War) in my new period clothing.
Friday, I also slept in. It is pretty much what I do anytime I can. Then, I sat around and did a whole lot of nothing, which I loved. I read my book, cried over Say Yes to the Dress, and ate soup. It was a good day. Around 7, I drove into town to meet my friend Andy for the 10:10 showing of Inception in IMAX. We hung out in line (not a very long one), ate burgers, and basically had a good time. The movie was fantastic. I definitely want to see it again (preferably not in IMAX and in a much cooler location... all the action plus the heat was making me sick). It may have just been that I was tired, but it seemed pretty complicated to me, so a second (or third) viewing will definitely help me figure it all out. I did love it though. Probably my favorite of all the movies I've seen thus far this summer.
My plans are a little unstable today. I'm not quite sure how I will be spending my afternoon. Again, I slept in... though not too late on account of my knee screaming that it was time to get up and walk around. Something about sitting in movie theaters locks my knees up every freaking time. I was going to go to the Renaissance Festival, but nobody wants to go with me and I don't want to go by myself. Oh well, it is here for two or three more weeks. So now I'm not sure what I'm doing. I know that tonight, Dad and I are going to the Pikes Peak or Bust Rodeo. Neither of us have been to a rodeo since the Stock Show in January, so we figured it was about time (especially since we missed PBR). I'm looking forward to spending the evening out with my dad.
Thursday was my first day off of the week. I closed the night before, so you can be sure that I slept in until about noon. I love my sleep! At three, I took my stepbrother into town and dropped him off at work. I then had a few hours to kill and, since Dex was busy with homework, I decided to drive up to Manitou. What a silly idea that was. That little tourist trap was PACKED! I could not find a free parking spot to save my life (and I wasn't paying $5 just to park for two hours). I just drove up and up Manitou Ave. until all of a sudden, I was back on 24! I have no idea how I managed to do that, but oh well. So I took a lovely mountain drive for a while and got about halfway to Woodland Park before I turned around and headed back down.
Around 5, I arrived at Bear Creek Park. I still had an hour to kill before everyone else showed up, so I found myself a nice shade tree, sat down at its base, and got some reading done. Some of you may know that one of my summer goals was to read Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. I absolutely love it, but it is really long, even for me. I think I'm now about 79% of the way through it. I would have finished long ago if I hadn't decided to finish Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series. Hey? I can't read "smart people" books ALL the time. I've got to get my fantasy kick in over the summer as well. Having the chance to read out in the park was lovely. I was swarmed by little bugs, but being in the foothills and watching as the storm rolled over the park and then unleashed just beyond was awesome. I was thrilled that the lightning and thunder seemed to match the tone of the novel at the time. It was so relaxing, and extremely fun.
When 6 rolled around, I was practically jumping up and down. It was my first Society of Creative Anachronisms (SCA) meeting, and I was ecstatic. What is the SCA? Well, it basically boils down to a group of people who reenact the middle ages (1600's and back). There is fighting, feasting, dancing, and so much more! In my own words, the SCA is a group of people who want to "nerd out" just as much as I do, and I love it. All the people were very friendly and welcoming, and I had a blast learning more about what SCA members actually do. They have two types of fighting, both where you basically beat the crap out of one another, and they also have an archery group (no compounds, of course). I originally thought I might want to get involved in the fighting, but after watching them go at it for three hours, I realized my knees probably wouldn't appreciate it. Heavy fighting is a definite "no" from me, but I still may consider rapier, if the doctor I'm seeing in a few weeks says it is OK. I am extremely excited about the archery, however. Now I just need a bow. Anyone want to go to the Archery Hut? I'm pretty sure Dad is stoked about my wanting a bow. I know I am.
One of the great things, in my opinion, about the SCA is they have specific events where you wear period garb (costumes). For this reason, among others, being an SCA member can become quite expensive. This was one of the reasons I was a little apprehensive about joining at first. Apparently, I lucked out on Thursday, however. Giovanni and his wife were clearing out some of their old stuff! What didn't go home with people went into the trash. I ended up taking home 2 Elizabethan gowns, a cotehardie, a skirt with matching jacket, and a big coat. So now I have plenty of garb, all for free! I'm very excited to attend some events (like the upcoming Baron's War) in my new period clothing.
Friday, I also slept in. It is pretty much what I do anytime I can. Then, I sat around and did a whole lot of nothing, which I loved. I read my book, cried over Say Yes to the Dress, and ate soup. It was a good day. Around 7, I drove into town to meet my friend Andy for the 10:10 showing of Inception in IMAX. We hung out in line (not a very long one), ate burgers, and basically had a good time. The movie was fantastic. I definitely want to see it again (preferably not in IMAX and in a much cooler location... all the action plus the heat was making me sick). It may have just been that I was tired, but it seemed pretty complicated to me, so a second (or third) viewing will definitely help me figure it all out. I did love it though. Probably my favorite of all the movies I've seen thus far this summer.
My plans are a little unstable today. I'm not quite sure how I will be spending my afternoon. Again, I slept in... though not too late on account of my knee screaming that it was time to get up and walk around. Something about sitting in movie theaters locks my knees up every freaking time. I was going to go to the Renaissance Festival, but nobody wants to go with me and I don't want to go by myself. Oh well, it is here for two or three more weeks. So now I'm not sure what I'm doing. I know that tonight, Dad and I are going to the Pikes Peak or Bust Rodeo. Neither of us have been to a rodeo since the Stock Show in January, so we figured it was about time (especially since we missed PBR). I'm looking forward to spending the evening out with my dad.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
In Threes
My family has long subscribed to the superstitious belief that bad things happen in threes. For the most part, I find it holds true in my experience. For example, within a few days' time in 2007, I came down with shingles, my Aunt Shirley had a stroke and passed away, and my grandfather had to go to the hospital for emergency bypass surgery. One, two, three. Two years ago, my horse, dog, and a tank full of fish all died within a week. One, two, three.
My boyfriend and some of you readers would say, "That is all just coincidence. Your brain is making connections to fit your superstition. A rule of four would work the same for you." Regardless, today was another terrible day of threes. This morning, my mom told me she got bit by a spider and now has a staph infection. One. This evening, I found out that my stepmom's father is in the hospital and likely won't make it through the night. Two. I also found out that my Uncle Gary, who has been battling cancer for months now, passed away this afternoon. Three.
Uncle Gary,
I did not know you well, but the memories I have are fond ones. I remember when I was a little girl, I came over to your house to discover one of your dogs had a huge litter of puppies. You gave my siblings and I two of them, who turned out to be some of the best dogs I ever had. Thank you for Wrinkles and Grins, and all the delightful moments they brought into my life.
Rest in peace, Uncle Gary. May you be forever free from the pain that has plagued you in these recent weeks.
Love,
Audrea
My boyfriend and some of you readers would say, "That is all just coincidence. Your brain is making connections to fit your superstition. A rule of four would work the same for you." Regardless, today was another terrible day of threes. This morning, my mom told me she got bit by a spider and now has a staph infection. One. This evening, I found out that my stepmom's father is in the hospital and likely won't make it through the night. Two. I also found out that my Uncle Gary, who has been battling cancer for months now, passed away this afternoon. Three.
Uncle Gary,
I did not know you well, but the memories I have are fond ones. I remember when I was a little girl, I came over to your house to discover one of your dogs had a huge litter of puppies. You gave my siblings and I two of them, who turned out to be some of the best dogs I ever had. Thank you for Wrinkles and Grins, and all the delightful moments they brought into my life.
Rest in peace, Uncle Gary. May you be forever free from the pain that has plagued you in these recent weeks.
Love,
Audrea
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