You know when time is passing quickly when you see children growing up, new containers or food expiring and when it's time to change the clocks - again! I can't believe that tonight we have to not only change our clocks but turn them forward. Overnight, I'll become an extra hour older. I will need to use an extra dollop of my anti-wrinkle cream for sure.
But that's not the worst part. What I dislike the most is trying to get all of my clocks on the same, correct time. I not only lose an hour, but most of Sunday trying to do the clock synchronization. I have one large clock on the wall above my TV that can only be reached using a step ladder while leaning at a 45 degree angle. I can usually get it down and change the time, but getting it back up requires every muscle I haven't used since the last time I had to change the clock. The problem is that the clock hangs on the wall with one screw that goes into a miniature hole. Since I can barely reach the clock let alone try to look for the match-up between the screw and the hole, I invariably have a step ladder in my house for days. I've tried to put a plant on it to make it look like it "belongs" but my 6 foot ladder still looks out of place. I need the ladder so that I can keep trying to get the clock back on the wall when I re-gain my strength after each marathon attempt.
That isn't my only problem. I also have some atomic clocks that re-set themselves but for some reason, one has been an hour off since the last re-set. It refuses to believe it is wrong. I'm really hoping that tomorrow morning it will finally be right since the other clocks will catch up to it. I have looked at and pressed every button I see on that clock and I can't get it to budge from it's wrong time. I really think that my grey hairs and wrinkles are not from aging but from the stress of day light savings time.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
Anti-Hero Dog
It may sound like I don't like my dog, but I am just resigned to the fact that there will never be a People's Magazine article about Seymour being a hero. How do I know this? Well, I've seen him in various situations and I believe that his "heroic gene" is missing. Now, I love my dog and wouldn't trade him for any other, but I was hoping for at least a little bit of a protection instinct in him. Here's some examples;
1. Whenever there is a loud noise in the house and Seymour is sleeping beside me, he lazily looks at me as if to say "You'd better check on that, someone may be breaking in." He then resumes his nap. No barking, no curiosity, just some eye contact with me. Now, I know he's only 7 pounds but I've seen him try to go after deer as if he is going to catch them and drag them back to his yard, so I know he has it in him - somewhere.
2. I burnt toast the other day and the smoke alarm went off. He took off out the doggie door like there was a bacon sale in the back yard. Never once did he look for me to check if I was safe. I have one of those stickers on my front window that tells firemen that I have a pet so they will save him. I probably need to add, I'm pretty sure the pet will be safe outside, so check for the human.
3. I was watching a sad movie and started crying. Seymour was beside me and I decided to see if he would react to my emotions, maybe try to comfort me. I got a little encouraged when he looked up at me with his cute puppy eyes, but then he jumped off of the couch and proceeded to find another resting spot on the other side of the room. Sorry to have disturbed you, your Highness!
And maybe it's just my imagination but he is extra friendly to all adults we encounter. If a car is parking near where we are walking, he stops and watches them until they get out,and then runs happily toward them. Everyone loves him. It's almost like he's looking for his next owner - someone who doesn't cry, burn toast or is afraid of loud noises. He definitely doesn't want to work for his room and board. But I guess being cute, funny and a great travel companion is as much as he is willing to do - and that's enough for me to want to keep him around - forever.
1. Whenever there is a loud noise in the house and Seymour is sleeping beside me, he lazily looks at me as if to say "You'd better check on that, someone may be breaking in." He then resumes his nap. No barking, no curiosity, just some eye contact with me. Now, I know he's only 7 pounds but I've seen him try to go after deer as if he is going to catch them and drag them back to his yard, so I know he has it in him - somewhere.
2. I burnt toast the other day and the smoke alarm went off. He took off out the doggie door like there was a bacon sale in the back yard. Never once did he look for me to check if I was safe. I have one of those stickers on my front window that tells firemen that I have a pet so they will save him. I probably need to add, I'm pretty sure the pet will be safe outside, so check for the human.
3. I was watching a sad movie and started crying. Seymour was beside me and I decided to see if he would react to my emotions, maybe try to comfort me. I got a little encouraged when he looked up at me with his cute puppy eyes, but then he jumped off of the couch and proceeded to find another resting spot on the other side of the room. Sorry to have disturbed you, your Highness!
And maybe it's just my imagination but he is extra friendly to all adults we encounter. If a car is parking near where we are walking, he stops and watches them until they get out,and then runs happily toward them. Everyone loves him. It's almost like he's looking for his next owner - someone who doesn't cry, burn toast or is afraid of loud noises. He definitely doesn't want to work for his room and board. But I guess being cute, funny and a great travel companion is as much as he is willing to do - and that's enough for me to want to keep him around - forever.
Break-up Lines from Pet Lovers
I once had a guy break up with me using 4 words I'll never forget "My cat is missing". Now, we had been out for at least 4 hours but he didn't tell me this until we got into a little argument when we got home.
What could I say? I loved my animals, too. Although I have no doubt that it was true, I also know that he was not good a dealing with issues so this was his avoidance technique. We did date a little longer but it didn't last because I just never knew when his cat would be missing again.
Although this happened a few years ago, I had a recent experience that made me wish I could re-live that night. This is because of something that just happened to my dog. Seymour was having problems with his collar. I tried a nylon collar and then a leather collar but both caused him a skin irritation and he couldn't stop itching. I finally found a little vest that could replace his collar. I just Velcroed it on him, hooked his leash on to the metal loop attached to the vest and away we went. Most of the time I took his vest off when we got home but sometimes I left it on, especially if it was cool in the house.
Coinciding with this information, Seymour has started standing on the stairs and whimpering to get his way. I quickly learned to ignore the whine and when he quieted down, I would ask him if he wanted to go out or was hungry.
So, last night I heard Seymour whimpering and ignored him, especially since he didn't come to the stairs. After about 30 minutes, I went to investigate. I found him under the bed in the guest room. He was wearing his vest and somehow it got partially loose from his body and the Velcro - and he - were stuck to the carpet. After releasing him, I thought about that long ago break-up and re-lived it in my mind.
He said "My cat is missing".
I say in an even more distressed voice "My dog was Velcroed".
I think I would win.
What could I say? I loved my animals, too. Although I have no doubt that it was true, I also know that he was not good a dealing with issues so this was his avoidance technique. We did date a little longer but it didn't last because I just never knew when his cat would be missing again.
Although this happened a few years ago, I had a recent experience that made me wish I could re-live that night. This is because of something that just happened to my dog. Seymour was having problems with his collar. I tried a nylon collar and then a leather collar but both caused him a skin irritation and he couldn't stop itching. I finally found a little vest that could replace his collar. I just Velcroed it on him, hooked his leash on to the metal loop attached to the vest and away we went. Most of the time I took his vest off when we got home but sometimes I left it on, especially if it was cool in the house.
Coinciding with this information, Seymour has started standing on the stairs and whimpering to get his way. I quickly learned to ignore the whine and when he quieted down, I would ask him if he wanted to go out or was hungry.
So, last night I heard Seymour whimpering and ignored him, especially since he didn't come to the stairs. After about 30 minutes, I went to investigate. I found him under the bed in the guest room. He was wearing his vest and somehow it got partially loose from his body and the Velcro - and he - were stuck to the carpet. After releasing him, I thought about that long ago break-up and re-lived it in my mind.
He said "My cat is missing".
I say in an even more distressed voice "My dog was Velcroed".
I think I would win.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Things I Miss
Things I miss:
1. Being called “Miss” instead of “Ma’am”
2. Seeing my toes when I’m standing up – why do women want breast implants??
3. Going to the airport to get a cheap “spur of the moment” flight to – somewhere.
4. 39 cents a gallon gas.
5. Wind-up toys.
6. Eating a pint of ice cream and not gaining an ounce.
7. Sleeping through the night without having to get up and pee.
8. Reading small print without having to find my glasses.
9. Going just about anywhere on a street car.
10. Being carded when buying beer. I’d love to know what birth year they put in the cash register - or maybe I wouldn’t.
Things I don’t miss:
1. Trying to hide my head in class when the teacher is looking around to call on someone to answer a question I don’t know.
2. Driving in ice and snow.
3. My hair cut to one inch long bangs just before our school picture was taken.
4. Not being comfortable telling someone to “bug off”.
5. Trying to call someone before answering machines were popular.
6. Wearing a paper dress while dancing all night.
7. Being a contestant in a Go-Go contest.
8. Having to eat kidney beans.
9. Learning to drive a stick shift.
10. Being carded going into a club or when buying beer until I was at least 30 – now I miss it :)
1. Being called “Miss” instead of “Ma’am”
2. Seeing my toes when I’m standing up – why do women want breast implants??
3. Going to the airport to get a cheap “spur of the moment” flight to – somewhere.
4. 39 cents a gallon gas.
5. Wind-up toys.
6. Eating a pint of ice cream and not gaining an ounce.
7. Sleeping through the night without having to get up and pee.
8. Reading small print without having to find my glasses.
9. Going just about anywhere on a street car.
10. Being carded when buying beer. I’d love to know what birth year they put in the cash register - or maybe I wouldn’t.
Things I don’t miss:
1. Trying to hide my head in class when the teacher is looking around to call on someone to answer a question I don’t know.
2. Driving in ice and snow.
3. My hair cut to one inch long bangs just before our school picture was taken.
4. Not being comfortable telling someone to “bug off”.
5. Trying to call someone before answering machines were popular.
6. Wearing a paper dress while dancing all night.
7. Being a contestant in a Go-Go contest.
8. Having to eat kidney beans.
9. Learning to drive a stick shift.
10. Being carded going into a club or when buying beer until I was at least 30 – now I miss it :)
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