The size of that headline is giving me anxiety but I can’t figure out why it’s doing it so you’re stuck with it. Try not to stress.
quote from Sean: “All the stuff I love is the stuff that doesn’t love me BACK…well..you…you love me back”
- I went to Kohl’s looking for shoes (nope…couldn’t find any) but I happened upon a dress shirt I thought Sean would really like. He is incredibly choosy about dress shirts (that check is too big, that check is too loud, that color is too bright, that pattern is weird) so I grabbed it and checked out. The lady that checked me out (she didn’t REALLY check me out) was shocked I made it out of Kohl’s with just one thing and only spending $34. Practice and priorities. I am very good and just not buying things I really don’t need. Also…I don’t have trouble with Kohl’s. Hell, I don’t even have one of their credit cards they try to desperately to get me to have. That’s just how good I am…
- I know a lot of people have trouble staying in budget with Target and I’ll say this is more of a struggle than Kohl’s. Can you get out of Target without spending $100? Most of the time but it does require laser focus... I got out today under $45. Where I have real trouble is the bookstore. I go for one thing..ONE THING…a card. I don’t need a book. I have a WALL of books. I have a library in my living room. And what do I do? I can’t resist the pull of a pretty new book oh my gosh they are so lovely… and… I know you’re shocked…I bought a new book. Bet you saw THAT coming.
- My ridiculous dog has a skin infection on top of an infection. It was misdiagnosed (it’s just really really hard to diagnose) for like…a year. Everything we tried failed. so we saw a specialist. It’s taken 8 weeks of antibiotics and then we HOPE it doesn’t come back. Meanwhile the world’s smartest dog won’t take his medicine. He has figured out every way not to take his medicine. So far, this is what we’ve tried…(I give you the list only to demonstrate how desperate we have been…and I’m positive this list is incomplete)
peanut butter (he hates it)
pill pockets (duh) and he’s taken those for years but now…nope
tripe…yeah. we went there (got a little ptsd from that one)
canned beef dog food
special dog tater tots made with liver and beef and whatnot
cat treats…yeah that worked really well actually
velveeta cheese (he loved that)
hamburger/rice/peas mixed together. Note: he doesn’t like peas. Picks them right out and eats around them.
His all time favorite? he loves Tostitos so Sean sandwiched the pills inside two tostitos and stuck them there with honey. Yeah, that worked the longest. He loves it. Don’t worry, it’s just enough honey to make them stick and he likes it so much. Go figure how weird that is. Even that was shortlived. We finally were down to one week and in desperation Sean just started opening his mouth and shoving the pills in. It was a little rough at first, then it got easier, now it’s back to hard. It takes Sean six or seven tries before that second pill will get in there.
I would do it but no. Dogs smell fear.
So Sean continues forward with his mission and he has four doses left. Four incredibly painful doses left. And Malachi looks at us like…so…where’s my steak?
Dude, you coulda HAD steak. Your loss.
All this for a dog who never in his life had people food until this infection. It’s like giving medicine to a two year old.
this is Sean’s daily conversation with the dog.
He doesn’t answer.
- Pause typing: Must have horrible itching allergy attack for an hour. Hey, can you stop what you’re doing for an hour and itch like a maniac? It’s kind of torture. #Thankyouceliac
- It’s going to be 93* today. I have a hard time complaining about the heat when Houston is under so much water and so much suffering is happening. My friend is, thankfully, still doing okay though she has four year old twins so she may be losing her mind if that counts.
The devastation of Texas right now is unbelievable and heartbreaking. I force my poor husband to listen while I read the stories I just can’t help but share because, I don’t know…somehow saying it out loud makes it more real? Less surreal? Let’s someone else share my selfish grief (how is this affecting me?) and then somehow the pain doesn’t cut through as much? I don’t know but he’s amazing and even though it’s hard for him he listens. I was given an overdose of empathy when God dosed it out and that makes me cry at commercials. I can’t read an article out loud without crying. I tear up at photos as I share them with Sean. I am, clearly, a crying mess.
“Of all the videos and photos coming out of Tropical Storm Harvey, one heart-wrenching image of a Texas man clutching his dog in abject sadness is indicative of the tragedy befalling the Lone Star State.”~sourceAny donation would be helpful. Remember the animals, too. I can’t imagine having to leave my pets. I honestly don’t know if I could.
Here is a GREAT list of places to donate and they all take online donations. Seriously…$10 makes a difference. If everyone donated that, can you imagine how much money they’d collect?
- I’m off to get stuff done. I’m doing HIIT today so I can feel my ARMS again. Strength is wear it’s at Baby.