Scott thinks it looks like a South Park cat, so that is what it is. Heehee.
It's quite small as you can see in my hand. I really don't know what I will do with it yet. It might be a pendant, or a pin.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
South Park Cat
I made this cat out of copper sheet. The eyes are sterling silver wire rivets holding the head to the body.
Scott thinks it looks like a South Park cat, so that is what it is. Heehee.
It's quite small as you can see in my hand. I really don't know what I will do with it yet. It might be a pendant, or a pin.
Scott thinks it looks like a South Park cat, so that is what it is. Heehee.
It's quite small as you can see in my hand. I really don't know what I will do with it yet. It might be a pendant, or a pin.
Wednesday, February 06, 2008
7 Random Facts
I have been tagged.
I have been tagged before (sorry Kathy) but for some reason or another never completed what was asked of me. I will try my hardest now.
Nancy a friend and an adventurous gal (Please click her name, you will be amazed with her adventures) tagged me to come up with 7 random facts about myself that people may not know, so I am giving this all my gusto.
Here goes...
1. I love to cook, but I hate to clean...a catch 22. Even worse, hubby doesn't like to clean much either, but he loves to eat. What can ya do?
2. I wear Scotts hand-me-downs. Well, this may be too much information, but it is only really sweatshirts and jeans, so it's not that bad.
3. I am a compulsive hand washer. I have to be clean, or I am not happy.
4. I collect tea pots. All different kinds.
5. Since my dishwasher broke, I really enjoy washing dishes by hand. This is absolutely something that I am not proud of, but I find it relaxing and I can think.
6. I wear my ipod when I work in my workshop (front livingroom). There are nights when I have my ipod on for hours at a time. And occasionally I sing to it, and have to yell "what?" when scott is laughing at me.
7. I am a closet rock star. I play guitar and sing, but only for myself.
I am supposed to tag seven people, geesh this is hard....well, first, the one who tagged me months ago Kathy, now the rest...Lynn Kim Marsha Lizzie Meilan Marika
Game of Blog Tag Rules:
*Link to the person that tagged you.
*Post the rules on your blog.
*Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
*Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
*Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs
I have been tagged before (sorry Kathy) but for some reason or another never completed what was asked of me. I will try my hardest now.
Nancy a friend and an adventurous gal (Please click her name, you will be amazed with her adventures) tagged me to come up with 7 random facts about myself that people may not know, so I am giving this all my gusto.
Here goes...
1. I love to cook, but I hate to clean...a catch 22. Even worse, hubby doesn't like to clean much either, but he loves to eat. What can ya do?
2. I wear Scotts hand-me-downs. Well, this may be too much information, but it is only really sweatshirts and jeans, so it's not that bad.
3. I am a compulsive hand washer. I have to be clean, or I am not happy.
4. I collect tea pots. All different kinds.
5. Since my dishwasher broke, I really enjoy washing dishes by hand. This is absolutely something that I am not proud of, but I find it relaxing and I can think.
6. I wear my ipod when I work in my workshop (front livingroom). There are nights when I have my ipod on for hours at a time. And occasionally I sing to it, and have to yell "what?" when scott is laughing at me.
7. I am a closet rock star. I play guitar and sing, but only for myself.
I am supposed to tag seven people, geesh this is hard....well, first, the one who tagged me months ago Kathy, now the rest...Lynn Kim Marsha Lizzie Meilan Marika
Game of Blog Tag Rules:
*Link to the person that tagged you.
*Post the rules on your blog.
*Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.
*Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links to their blogs.
*Let each person know that they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Tiny Heart Earrings
I guess I am really in the valentines spirit.
Not that I will get anything on valentines day, but I did get diamonds! I had to buy them tho.
Tiny black diamonds wrapped onto a sterling silver heart.
These are teensy little post earrings.
And these are rubies. These are a tad bit teensier!
Not that I will get anything on valentines day, but I did get diamonds! I had to buy them tho.
Tiny black diamonds wrapped onto a sterling silver heart.
These are teensy little post earrings.
And these are rubies. These are a tad bit teensier!
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Earrings, a Pendant and a Ring...
Carnelian 'stamens' in a copper flower. I had made the copper domed, shiney flowers a few days ago and didn't know what to do with them...until tonight. These are fun and hang just a little down, like a droopy flower.
And this is how they hang. I love these earrings!
Valentine's day is on the way, so I thought I would make something heartlike.
I have been loving reticulation. The textures are amazing, I don't know if they come off so nice in photos (and it is late, so my photos suck), but really it is such fun to melt metal!
This ring is a reticulated flower which has been riveted using a copper rivet to add some interest. The flower actually twists around freely. It needs a little extra filing, sanding and polishing, but I couldn't wait to post it. 'Petal Ring 2' and this one actually turns around!
I would like to make more rings that have movement, it is fun to play with them when you are thinking, or just bored.
And this is how they hang. I love these earrings!
Valentine's day is on the way, so I thought I would make something heartlike.
I have been loving reticulation. The textures are amazing, I don't know if they come off so nice in photos (and it is late, so my photos suck), but really it is such fun to melt metal!
This ring is a reticulated flower which has been riveted using a copper rivet to add some interest. The flower actually twists around freely. It needs a little extra filing, sanding and polishing, but I couldn't wait to post it. 'Petal Ring 2' and this one actually turns around!
I would like to make more rings that have movement, it is fun to play with them when you are thinking, or just bored.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Some new bracelets
I have discovered the joy of reticulation.
The reticulation makes great texture, I made some bracelets out of the pieces.
Please enjoy! I do!
Silver.
Copper and silver.
Silver.
Copper and silver.
And a picture of the bracelet open, so you can easily see how it closes.
These were really fun to make, I may have to make more.
The reticulation makes great texture, I made some bracelets out of the pieces.
Please enjoy! I do!
Silver.
Copper and silver.
Silver.
Copper and silver.
And a picture of the bracelet open, so you can easily see how it closes.
These were really fun to make, I may have to make more.
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
The Adventures of Mr Wonky
Mr Wonky and I enjoyed a lovely drive into Boston yesterday.
It was just beautiful after the storm!
Mr Wonky likes the Jamaica Pond, he and Marge had a nice view as we drove by
Mr Wonky knows that the beauty of fresh snow doesn't last too long in these parts, so Mr Wonky was relishing in it
Traffic didn't even seem to upset Mr Wonky at all, he just marvelled at the white lace canopies as we moved about a foot at a time.
Mr Wonky was a happy whatchamacallit, I think he had fun even tho he couldn't tell me himself...I could just sense it.
It was just beautiful after the storm!
Mr Wonky likes the Jamaica Pond, he and Marge had a nice view as we drove by
Mr Wonky knows that the beauty of fresh snow doesn't last too long in these parts, so Mr Wonky was relishing in it
Traffic didn't even seem to upset Mr Wonky at all, he just marvelled at the white lace canopies as we moved about a foot at a time.
Mr Wonky was a happy whatchamacallit, I think he had fun even tho he couldn't tell me himself...I could just sense it.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
The Bead Exchange lives on...
After a lull of more than 7 months, the box finally came to me today.
I quickly ripped the box open, scoured through the mess and took some out and put some in. It will be on its way to Pennsylvania tomorrow.
Miracles do happen!
Pennsylvania is the last trip for the box before it goes onto its journey home to Rowena in Vancouver.
I quickly ripped the box open, scoured through the mess and took some out and put some in. It will be on its way to Pennsylvania tomorrow.
Miracles do happen!
Pennsylvania is the last trip for the box before it goes onto its journey home to Rowena in Vancouver.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Riveting tutorial
With these basic techniques you can make any layered design.
I chose a simple 4 petal design. I used 18ga sterling silver sheet, 20ga copper sheet and copper wire 1/16"thick (I don't know what gauge it is).
First, draw a design on your silver sheet then drill a hole somewhere in the design that looks good to insert the saw blade. Pierce out your design. Saw any extra silver away.
Clean up the surface of your pierced design and file and sand the edges making sure to round the corners slightly (if there are corners).
Decide where you would like your rivets, and using a spring loaded punch or an awl with a hammer, make small indents where you are going to drill. This step is crucial because the drill bit will just skate across the metal if there is no guide for it.
Drill out all the holes in the top piece, and only one hole in the bottom piece.
Using wire that is the exact same size in diameter to the hole you drilled, cut the rivets to a length that will only allow a small amount to poke out each side of the rivet. If you have too much wire coming out the top and bottom, you will have a sloppy rivet that will most likely distort your design.
Clean up both ends of the wire rivet. I accomplish this by grasping the rivet in my flat nose pliers and rubbing the cut end on sandpaper.
Insert the wire rivet into the drilled holes of both top and bottom. Use the business end of your riveting hammer to gently make a bunch of cross hatched notches in the top (or a star pattern will work). Be careful, you don't want to mar the surface of your design, you only want to stretch the rivet out. Turn the piece over and do the same to the back of the rivet. You will still see a small bit of length on either side. Now turn the hammer over to the square flat side and hammer gently to flatten the metal, turning the piece over a couple of times to keep it even.
Now drill out the other hole. If your design had more than one rivet left to do, you could drill out the rest now. That first rivet is tight enough to hold it together. We waited until the first rivet was done so we could be assured of nicely lined up drilled holes. The rivet wire is exactly the same size as the hole, so any variance would make it impossible to insert the wire had it shifted.
Perfect hole for riveting.
Rivet the next holes the same way as the first.
Now finish sawing out your design then file and sand the edges. Sand the face to remove a bit more material to make it flush. I do this by turning the piece upside down on a piece of sandpaper 240 grit, then 320 grit, and so on until I reach the finish I desire, always sanding in the same direction.
Now you can either solder a bail onto the pendant, or since we are doing a cold connection, just drill a hole for a jumpring.
Hope you enjoyed.
I chose a simple 4 petal design. I used 18ga sterling silver sheet, 20ga copper sheet and copper wire 1/16"thick (I don't know what gauge it is).
First, draw a design on your silver sheet then drill a hole somewhere in the design that looks good to insert the saw blade. Pierce out your design. Saw any extra silver away.
Clean up the surface of your pierced design and file and sand the edges making sure to round the corners slightly (if there are corners).
Decide where you would like your rivets, and using a spring loaded punch or an awl with a hammer, make small indents where you are going to drill. This step is crucial because the drill bit will just skate across the metal if there is no guide for it.
Drill out all the holes in the top piece, and only one hole in the bottom piece.
Using wire that is the exact same size in diameter to the hole you drilled, cut the rivets to a length that will only allow a small amount to poke out each side of the rivet. If you have too much wire coming out the top and bottom, you will have a sloppy rivet that will most likely distort your design.
Clean up both ends of the wire rivet. I accomplish this by grasping the rivet in my flat nose pliers and rubbing the cut end on sandpaper.
Insert the wire rivet into the drilled holes of both top and bottom. Use the business end of your riveting hammer to gently make a bunch of cross hatched notches in the top (or a star pattern will work). Be careful, you don't want to mar the surface of your design, you only want to stretch the rivet out. Turn the piece over and do the same to the back of the rivet. You will still see a small bit of length on either side. Now turn the hammer over to the square flat side and hammer gently to flatten the metal, turning the piece over a couple of times to keep it even.
Now drill out the other hole. If your design had more than one rivet left to do, you could drill out the rest now. That first rivet is tight enough to hold it together. We waited until the first rivet was done so we could be assured of nicely lined up drilled holes. The rivet wire is exactly the same size as the hole, so any variance would make it impossible to insert the wire had it shifted.
Perfect hole for riveting.
Rivet the next holes the same way as the first.
Now finish sawing out your design then file and sand the edges. Sand the face to remove a bit more material to make it flush. I do this by turning the piece upside down on a piece of sandpaper 240 grit, then 320 grit, and so on until I reach the finish I desire, always sanding in the same direction.
Now you can either solder a bail onto the pendant, or since we are doing a cold connection, just drill a hole for a jumpring.
Hope you enjoyed.
Riveted pendants
Sterling silver, pierced, drilled and riveted onto copper.
These were a pleasure to make. I started piercing the little shapes out thinking I would make a ring out of the piece, but when I finished the two small 'pictures' I decided that they needed a background. I sawed them off the piece, and filed and sanded them smooth, then riveted them to copper.
They are a bit sloppy, I made the 'droopy bud' first and it shows. The 'bird' looks so much better.
'Bird on a chain'
'Droopy Bud'
These were a pleasure to make. I started piercing the little shapes out thinking I would make a ring out of the piece, but when I finished the two small 'pictures' I decided that they needed a background. I sawed them off the piece, and filed and sanded them smooth, then riveted them to copper.
They are a bit sloppy, I made the 'droopy bud' first and it shows. The 'bird' looks so much better.
'Bird on a chain'
'Droopy Bud'
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Doming Block Madness!
I love to hammer!
Here is the first thing I did with my new tools.
Punched circles with my new circle punch set, domed the circles with my new doming block and die set, textured the surface using a doming die in my vice and hammered, punched the hole to hang them with my new metal handpunch, and tumbled them in my tumbler until they sparkled!
Ahhh tools!
Here is the first thing I did with my new tools.
Punched circles with my new circle punch set, domed the circles with my new doming block and die set, textured the surface using a doming die in my vice and hammered, punched the hole to hang them with my new metal handpunch, and tumbled them in my tumbler until they sparkled!
Ahhh tools!
Rowena
Something is on my mind.
Rowena is a great girl who used to post in a jewelry forum that I frequent.
She no longer does so. Why?
Well, she started a bead exchange over a year ago, that completely haulted last June. No one has seen or heard from her beads since June.
I don't blame her one bit for not ever visiting the forum again.
I feel doubly awful since I was the next on the list to receive them...I have not received them.
This was supposed to be a fun way to get rid of beads that you would never use and take some that you would. A give and take box of beads that was circling the globe. A brilliant idea, and it failed. Last June the beads arrived at its ultimate location. No more word, no more excitement. I am just so sorry that Rowena put a ton of beads up for slaughter and she has nothing to show for it.
I don't know why I am posting this here, I guess I want some sympathy for Rowena.
I started a thread in the forum for people to send me their beads to send to her, she deserves it, I have her address, and I am not likely to give it out.
Rowena is a great girl who used to post in a jewelry forum that I frequent.
She no longer does so. Why?
Well, she started a bead exchange over a year ago, that completely haulted last June. No one has seen or heard from her beads since June.
I don't blame her one bit for not ever visiting the forum again.
I feel doubly awful since I was the next on the list to receive them...I have not received them.
This was supposed to be a fun way to get rid of beads that you would never use and take some that you would. A give and take box of beads that was circling the globe. A brilliant idea, and it failed. Last June the beads arrived at its ultimate location. No more word, no more excitement. I am just so sorry that Rowena put a ton of beads up for slaughter and she has nothing to show for it.
I don't know why I am posting this here, I guess I want some sympathy for Rowena.
I started a thread in the forum for people to send me their beads to send to her, she deserves it, I have her address, and I am not likely to give it out.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Civil suit. Why you ask?
What happened to Christmas spirit?
This most bejeweled homestead on the Jamaica Way has become somewhat of a nuisance.
As soon as it gets dark enough for the lights to come on, there are traffic jams in front of this house...traffic jams that are causing neighbors to ask that the homeowner request police detail to deal with the traffic.
Gorgeous, and over the top if you ask me.
These are my drive-by pictures. We didn't stop, just slowed down with the rest of the traffic, hence the blurry photos.
Merry Christmas!
This most bejeweled homestead on the Jamaica Way has become somewhat of a nuisance.
As soon as it gets dark enough for the lights to come on, there are traffic jams in front of this house...traffic jams that are causing neighbors to ask that the homeowner request police detail to deal with the traffic.
Gorgeous, and over the top if you ask me.
These are my drive-by pictures. We didn't stop, just slowed down with the rest of the traffic, hence the blurry photos.
Merry Christmas!
Merry Christmas!
Even though I am sick and hacking up every disgusting color of mucus imaginable, I managed to have a sweet Christmas.
We went to Kathy and Matt's house for Christmas Eve.
They put out an Italian buffet feast consisting of various cured meats, cheeses, olives, squid, bread, anchovies, meatballs, sausages, gnocchi, and a host of other delicious condiments and lots of wine.
Christmas day (today) we went to Jeff and Denise's house for turkey, ham, and the regular accompaniments. This was nice, but there were so many kids around yelling and screaming and jumping off the walls, we had to cut it short. I really didn't feel very good today. This plague that I have has been lingering to the point where I don't know if I will ever be rid of it.
Scott and I both got some really great gifts. Yay for gifts.
I have to gush on just a few. I got a dapping block and die set, a punch set, and 1/8" letter stamps with numbers, a file set, and a hand metal punch tool with different size punches, a gift certificate to Lady Grace where they will measure me for a custom brazier (scary, but exciting), a crock pot and recipe book, two pairs of jammies, a sweet little green sequined zipper pouch, the latest Dresden Dolls cd, the first Gorillaz cd, a holder for my ipod, a really cool book on metalsmithing from Carles Codina, and a pair of the pinkest, fluffiest, coziest, cushiest, slipper socks I have ever had the pleasure of putting on my tired dogs.
Merry Christmas!!
We went to Kathy and Matt's house for Christmas Eve.
They put out an Italian buffet feast consisting of various cured meats, cheeses, olives, squid, bread, anchovies, meatballs, sausages, gnocchi, and a host of other delicious condiments and lots of wine.
Christmas day (today) we went to Jeff and Denise's house for turkey, ham, and the regular accompaniments. This was nice, but there were so many kids around yelling and screaming and jumping off the walls, we had to cut it short. I really didn't feel very good today. This plague that I have has been lingering to the point where I don't know if I will ever be rid of it.
Scott and I both got some really great gifts. Yay for gifts.
I have to gush on just a few. I got a dapping block and die set, a punch set, and 1/8" letter stamps with numbers, a file set, and a hand metal punch tool with different size punches, a gift certificate to Lady Grace where they will measure me for a custom brazier (scary, but exciting), a crock pot and recipe book, two pairs of jammies, a sweet little green sequined zipper pouch, the latest Dresden Dolls cd, the first Gorillaz cd, a holder for my ipod, a really cool book on metalsmithing from Carles Codina, and a pair of the pinkest, fluffiest, coziest, cushiest, slipper socks I have ever had the pleasure of putting on my tired dogs.
Merry Christmas!!
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
Some pictures
Here is my little man, Jack.
Jack was so incredibly proud of the twig collection he scored in the yard, he begged me to take a picture. He is a ham!
I did say 'Ham'..."watch me cartwheel!!!"
How could anyone resist this face?
Georgia and Tucker.
I think I see 'beauty queen' written all over this pose.
Skittles in the bear chair.
"I wanna be in pictures!"
"Actually, I just want to be nekkid"
"Mississippi, y'all!"
Even Skittles likes to munch on pig ears.
Tucker's turn on the bear chair. Yummy turtle, *slobber,slobber*.
Keeping a 'heiny' on Georgia takes a bit of creative ingenuity. She would much rather be 'heiny-less'. Notice the one shoe on the wrong foot, shoes are Georgia's forte. She is going to be a fashion designer.
There is no way I could leave out a pic of Jack on his bike. He was so concerned that I didn't take enough pictures of him riding it. He is a good bike rider, he almost doesn't even need the training wheels...almost.
Ahh, my little peeps. I miss them so much!
Jack was so incredibly proud of the twig collection he scored in the yard, he begged me to take a picture. He is a ham!
I did say 'Ham'..."watch me cartwheel!!!"
How could anyone resist this face?
Georgia and Tucker.
I think I see 'beauty queen' written all over this pose.
Skittles in the bear chair.
"I wanna be in pictures!"
"Actually, I just want to be nekkid"
"Mississippi, y'all!"
Even Skittles likes to munch on pig ears.
Tucker's turn on the bear chair. Yummy turtle, *slobber,slobber*.
Keeping a 'heiny' on Georgia takes a bit of creative ingenuity. She would much rather be 'heiny-less'. Notice the one shoe on the wrong foot, shoes are Georgia's forte. She is going to be a fashion designer.
There is no way I could leave out a pic of Jack on his bike. He was so concerned that I didn't take enough pictures of him riding it. He is a good bike rider, he almost doesn't even need the training wheels...almost.
Ahh, my little peeps. I miss them so much!
Friday, December 14, 2007
Mississippi
I am finally back home from my trip to the armpit of america.
No offense to Marsha, her home is like a mansion compared to her surroundings. This is the land that time forgot.
Southern Mississippi is truly a sight to behold. There are a scant few proud homesteads and the rest of the community is just broken down and forgotten. I meant to get a photo of an abandoned gas station we drove by daily on the way to take Jack to school. The posted gas prices made me want to stop for gas, but the pumps were long gone and the station ghostly. $1.45 or so for gas, I can't remember the exact amount, but that is close. So how long has this gas station been abandoned? Well, how long ago were gas prices in the $1.45 range?
I already miss Marsha, Jack and Georgia as if they were my own family. We had a truly bonding experience and I will always remember it fondly. Poor little Jack and his broken arm still disturbs me to no end. I have spoken to him 3 times today, once at JFK on my 2 hour layover and twice at home. The two times at home he needed to speak to Scott, too. So cute!
Jack being a good big brother to Georgia...
More pictures tomorrow.
No offense to Marsha, her home is like a mansion compared to her surroundings. This is the land that time forgot.
Southern Mississippi is truly a sight to behold. There are a scant few proud homesteads and the rest of the community is just broken down and forgotten. I meant to get a photo of an abandoned gas station we drove by daily on the way to take Jack to school. The posted gas prices made me want to stop for gas, but the pumps were long gone and the station ghostly. $1.45 or so for gas, I can't remember the exact amount, but that is close. So how long has this gas station been abandoned? Well, how long ago were gas prices in the $1.45 range?
I already miss Marsha, Jack and Georgia as if they were my own family. We had a truly bonding experience and I will always remember it fondly. Poor little Jack and his broken arm still disturbs me to no end. I have spoken to him 3 times today, once at JFK on my 2 hour layover and twice at home. The two times at home he needed to speak to Scott, too. So cute!
Jack being a good big brother to Georgia...
More pictures tomorrow.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
JACK!
I was minding my own business finishing up a pendant in Marsha's studio/office when I heard the first of many shrill screams coming out of a terrified mother.
Jack broke his arm tonight.
I don't know what he was doing, don't know how it happened, but it looked like a clean break right above his wrist. It looked like he had two wrists actually.
I am sitting here patiently awaiting word of when they will be home. Georgia was a dear tonight, I think she knows something is happening. She quite possibly saw it happen.
Just as we were scrambling in a state of confused horror, Marsha's mom pulled up in the driveway. The three of them went off to the hospital in Poplarville. I got word a bit later that they would have to be ambulanced to the hospital in Hadisburg (I'll have to come back with the proper spelling). Now I am waiting on more word...please word, come!
I had to re-schedule my flight home because of a snow storm, turned out both my flights were cancelled. I am now scheduled to fly home tomorrow at 7:10am which means I need to get on the road by 4am.
I guess that's better than breaking an arm.
Poor Jack!
I'll have to write about the rest of my trip later. I have lots of great pictures.
Jack broke his arm tonight.
I don't know what he was doing, don't know how it happened, but it looked like a clean break right above his wrist. It looked like he had two wrists actually.
I am sitting here patiently awaiting word of when they will be home. Georgia was a dear tonight, I think she knows something is happening. She quite possibly saw it happen.
Just as we were scrambling in a state of confused horror, Marsha's mom pulled up in the driveway. The three of them went off to the hospital in Poplarville. I got word a bit later that they would have to be ambulanced to the hospital in Hadisburg (I'll have to come back with the proper spelling). Now I am waiting on more word...please word, come!
I had to re-schedule my flight home because of a snow storm, turned out both my flights were cancelled. I am now scheduled to fly home tomorrow at 7:10am which means I need to get on the road by 4am.
I guess that's better than breaking an arm.
Poor Jack!
I'll have to write about the rest of my trip later. I have lots of great pictures.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
CoinStar, what fun!
Every time Scott and I go to the supermarket, we have to walk by a CoinStar machine. We witness people dumping their change in and getting a slip for their time and effort. It looks sort of fun from afar.
We tried to take the plunge last night, bringing 2 nut jars worth of pennies, and a larger jar with all sorts of pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters, guitar picks and various other coin sized objects. We waited and waited while the person using the machine had some serious issues. The thing was jammed twice while we waited, finally we decided to take our haul back to the car and just go shopping.
Tonight we went back to the CoinStar machine. We waited while a young couple disposed of some change (almost $100 worth) and then it was our turn.
This was the dirtiest way to handle money. You have to dump your coins in a hopper and gently keep nudging the coins into the receptacle. Half the coins are being counted and half of the coins are coming out of the CoinStar poop shoot. I had to keep scooping the rejected coins up and toss them back into the hopper. Totally gross. My hands were so black, greasy, germy, and slimy after this.
I glanced at the station next to the machine with the Purrell antibacterial goop and wondered what kind of person could go through all this nastiness and then be sated by some alcohol lotion? I couldn't touch anything on my personal person and headed straight to the loo with my arms far from my body, where I washed my hands 3 times before I felt my skin again.
That was so disgusting.
I prefer to roll my coins the old fashioned way in the comfort of my home where I have access to soap and water anytime I need it.
We tried to take the plunge last night, bringing 2 nut jars worth of pennies, and a larger jar with all sorts of pennies, nickles, dimes, quarters, guitar picks and various other coin sized objects. We waited and waited while the person using the machine had some serious issues. The thing was jammed twice while we waited, finally we decided to take our haul back to the car and just go shopping.
Tonight we went back to the CoinStar machine. We waited while a young couple disposed of some change (almost $100 worth) and then it was our turn.
This was the dirtiest way to handle money. You have to dump your coins in a hopper and gently keep nudging the coins into the receptacle. Half the coins are being counted and half of the coins are coming out of the CoinStar poop shoot. I had to keep scooping the rejected coins up and toss them back into the hopper. Totally gross. My hands were so black, greasy, germy, and slimy after this.
I glanced at the station next to the machine with the Purrell antibacterial goop and wondered what kind of person could go through all this nastiness and then be sated by some alcohol lotion? I couldn't touch anything on my personal person and headed straight to the loo with my arms far from my body, where I washed my hands 3 times before I felt my skin again.
That was so disgusting.
I prefer to roll my coins the old fashioned way in the comfort of my home where I have access to soap and water anytime I need it.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Mississippi here I come.
I am finally going to visit with Marsha.
I had planned this trip a couple of months ago, but then Perry got gravely ill and I had to postpone.
I leave on Saturday, Dec 8th and come home on Thursday, Dec 13th late night.
So here I am looking at all the stuff I need to take with me. I am imagining that we will have a few good days to work on some jewelry together, and the rest of the time we can both yell at the kids and the dog. I am practicing my loud voice.
I had planned this trip a couple of months ago, but then Perry got gravely ill and I had to postpone.
I leave on Saturday, Dec 8th and come home on Thursday, Dec 13th late night.
So here I am looking at all the stuff I need to take with me. I am imagining that we will have a few good days to work on some jewelry together, and the rest of the time we can both yell at the kids and the dog. I am practicing my loud voice.
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
11.27.2007 10:39pm
11.27.2007 10:39pm
Few things could cause me to be more irritated than some events that happened today.
My morning was good. The first job of the day was virtually uneventful unless I count the totally useless meeting that I attended which kept me late at work. I will not get into it fully, but I will say a marketing plan for 2008 turned out to be a chat fest about new software we should try…a total waste of time.
After I left the office, I headed to the frame shop, hoping to get some work done and get Julie out of the weeds, and I ended up spending a fair amount of time trying to discipline a completely out of control dog. I love dogs (I love, love, love dogs!), I don’t mind training them, but everyone around me just ignored the bad behavior, making this one of the most irritating situations I have been in for quite some time. This dog barked a full 5 hours that I was there (less when I started to try to discipline him), and everyone just ignored it, including his owner. As I sit here now, I can say with complete assuredness that this dog’s behavior could have easily rivaled a screaming, temper-tantrumed 3 year old.
When I got to the shop, I was so hungry I had to get some lunch, and I made a mistake. I had a chicken Caesar salad that did not agree with me to the point of cold sweats, nausea, and green/pale face. I would have been better off not eating at all. I thought it may have been mild food poisoning, but it could have been homemade Caesar dressing with raw egg. I cannot eat egg. Mustn’t eat egg.
So, now I sit here in front of this useless laptop, trying to get a connection to the ‘inter-web’. I am using all my self control not to whip this piece of metal across the room and out the window. In fact, if it was summertime out there right now, I just might have entertained that idea a bit more. I just hate the cold so much that I would like to keep the windows intact.
Thanks to Microsoft Word, I have the ability to write about my irritation while it is still fresh in my mind, and fresh at my fingers. I will now attempt to get on the internet once again for the 40th time tonight so I may post this babble. Wish me luck.
Update: I could not get on the internet after three long drawn-out attempts. I will have to post this tomorrow, if in fact I can get some kind of connection then. For now, I suppose I can just go up to the bathroom and stare at the hole in the tiles on the back side of the shower.
Update #2: Make that 4 long drawn-out attempts.
Update #3: As you can see, I finally acheived a connection. I don't expect it to last for long.
Few things could cause me to be more irritated than some events that happened today.
My morning was good. The first job of the day was virtually uneventful unless I count the totally useless meeting that I attended which kept me late at work. I will not get into it fully, but I will say a marketing plan for 2008 turned out to be a chat fest about new software we should try…a total waste of time.
After I left the office, I headed to the frame shop, hoping to get some work done and get Julie out of the weeds, and I ended up spending a fair amount of time trying to discipline a completely out of control dog. I love dogs (I love, love, love dogs!), I don’t mind training them, but everyone around me just ignored the bad behavior, making this one of the most irritating situations I have been in for quite some time. This dog barked a full 5 hours that I was there (less when I started to try to discipline him), and everyone just ignored it, including his owner. As I sit here now, I can say with complete assuredness that this dog’s behavior could have easily rivaled a screaming, temper-tantrumed 3 year old.
When I got to the shop, I was so hungry I had to get some lunch, and I made a mistake. I had a chicken Caesar salad that did not agree with me to the point of cold sweats, nausea, and green/pale face. I would have been better off not eating at all. I thought it may have been mild food poisoning, but it could have been homemade Caesar dressing with raw egg. I cannot eat egg. Mustn’t eat egg.
So, now I sit here in front of this useless laptop, trying to get a connection to the ‘inter-web’. I am using all my self control not to whip this piece of metal across the room and out the window. In fact, if it was summertime out there right now, I just might have entertained that idea a bit more. I just hate the cold so much that I would like to keep the windows intact.
Thanks to Microsoft Word, I have the ability to write about my irritation while it is still fresh in my mind, and fresh at my fingers. I will now attempt to get on the internet once again for the 40th time tonight so I may post this babble. Wish me luck.
Update: I could not get on the internet after three long drawn-out attempts. I will have to post this tomorrow, if in fact I can get some kind of connection then. For now, I suppose I can just go up to the bathroom and stare at the hole in the tiles on the back side of the shower.
Update #2: Make that 4 long drawn-out attempts.
Update #3: As you can see, I finally acheived a connection. I don't expect it to last for long.
Monday, November 26, 2007
The Squeeze is on.
Today, we had a plumber in to look at our bathroom leak that has been a thorn in our side for the past month or so.
Showers recently consisted of Scott preparing the rear end of the fixtures with a 'vitamin water' bottle outfitted with a funnel to catch the drip (inside the wall). The drip was not always a drip, sometimes it was a stream.
After three tub re-caulking jobs dutifully undertaken by Scott, we realized we needed a real plumber to fix this.
Turned out we needed a new valve. The valve in place was horribly corroded, getting worse every day (every shower). Could the financial squeeze get worse after all the money we have already spent to help Perry? Yes, it could, and it did.
$1,084 worse. And a brand new hole in the bathroom wall.
I think I will make all my christmas presents this year.
Suzanne, I am thinking of you all day tomorrow! I love you!
Showers recently consisted of Scott preparing the rear end of the fixtures with a 'vitamin water' bottle outfitted with a funnel to catch the drip (inside the wall). The drip was not always a drip, sometimes it was a stream.
After three tub re-caulking jobs dutifully undertaken by Scott, we realized we needed a real plumber to fix this.
Turned out we needed a new valve. The valve in place was horribly corroded, getting worse every day (every shower). Could the financial squeeze get worse after all the money we have already spent to help Perry? Yes, it could, and it did.
$1,084 worse. And a brand new hole in the bathroom wall.
I think I will make all my christmas presents this year.
Suzanne, I am thinking of you all day tomorrow! I love you!
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Thanksgiving
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving.
I plan on spending the day making jewelry for the Big Holiday Sale on Saturday at the gallery.
Scott is working, and the family we usually go to celebrate thanksgiving with is off on a cruise somewhere. I am actually relieved to have the day to myself. I think I will sleep late and wake up and make jewelry in my jammies.
I do have a meal planned.
We are having Roasted Chicken with thyme, lemon and garlic. Accompanying that chicken will be roasted carrots, potatoes, onions and more garlic. Yummmm!
Happy Thanksgiving!
I plan on spending the day making jewelry for the Big Holiday Sale on Saturday at the gallery.
Scott is working, and the family we usually go to celebrate thanksgiving with is off on a cruise somewhere. I am actually relieved to have the day to myself. I think I will sleep late and wake up and make jewelry in my jammies.
I do have a meal planned.
We are having Roasted Chicken with thyme, lemon and garlic. Accompanying that chicken will be roasted carrots, potatoes, onions and more garlic. Yummmm!
Happy Thanksgiving!
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Perry
I picked up Perry's remains on friday.
I asked a fellow etsy seller if she could make an urn for Perry, and this is what she made.
When I found the listing, I wasn't expecting the personalization, I love the 'Perry' tag. I love EarthElements shop.
I asked a fellow etsy seller if she could make an urn for Perry, and this is what she made.
When I found the listing, I wasn't expecting the personalization, I love the 'Perry' tag. I love EarthElements shop.
My little scavenger
There are times when I forget Perry is gone.
Mostly when I wake up and go sleepily to let him out, or when I make a loud noise like dropping something heavy and cringe and go look to see where he is. He didn't like loud noises.
But no times do I miss him more than when I am cooking.
He was always underfoot waiting for something to drop...especially spinach.
That silly dog tripped me up so much when I was cooking that I don't know what to do with all the space I have now.
Mostly when I wake up and go sleepily to let him out, or when I make a loud noise like dropping something heavy and cringe and go look to see where he is. He didn't like loud noises.
But no times do I miss him more than when I am cooking.
He was always underfoot waiting for something to drop...especially spinach.
That silly dog tripped me up so much when I was cooking that I don't know what to do with all the space I have now.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Perry: a Retrospective, Part 2
Perry was a very sketchy dog, not very trusting at first, and always shaking.
He shook from the minute we picked him out, to the second he made peace with this world.
His entire life, start to finish, shook.
The shaking was constant through all of his 11 years. I will never know if this was because of something that happened in his life, or just because.
He was very afraid of some things when we first got him.
Brooms for one. The first time I picked a broom up in his presence, he cowered and I put the broom away.
He wouldn't go into the basement for the first 2 years he lived with us, in fact, he would stay far away from the open door for a while.
One thing that really upsets me is the fact that Perry cowered at the sight of Scott's gun when he took it out of it's holster (which he does on an almost daily basis). The first time, we both thought, "why should a dog be that afraid of a gun". We started thinking that a dog afraid of a gun must have had some horrible incident with one, one which is burned into his little doggy memory. This never repaired itself. He was always afraid of guns. I feel so terrible that I couldn't quell his fear of guns.
Ultimately, he did start going into the basement, and stopped being afraid of brooms. The gun thing, he never got over.
He never stopped shaking either. I secretly called him 'Shakes McGee'. Ok, not so secretly. I don't know how many people ever heard me call him that, but he knew I was talking about him when he heard me say it.
Ok, so the shaking was not all that bad. We called it the 'stripper dance', he was very good at it. He was prescribed some medication for his shaking years and years ago, to calm him down... I gave it to him once. He was not a pill popping dog, he prefered to be natural. The one and only time I gave him 'that medication' he acted drunk and surley, I felt horrible. He never had it again.
Happy shakey dog. vs. cold surley drunk dog. I chose happy.
'Shakes McGee' yep, that's my 'P'.
To be Continued...
He shook from the minute we picked him out, to the second he made peace with this world.
His entire life, start to finish, shook.
The shaking was constant through all of his 11 years. I will never know if this was because of something that happened in his life, or just because.
He was very afraid of some things when we first got him.
Brooms for one. The first time I picked a broom up in his presence, he cowered and I put the broom away.
He wouldn't go into the basement for the first 2 years he lived with us, in fact, he would stay far away from the open door for a while.
One thing that really upsets me is the fact that Perry cowered at the sight of Scott's gun when he took it out of it's holster (which he does on an almost daily basis). The first time, we both thought, "why should a dog be that afraid of a gun". We started thinking that a dog afraid of a gun must have had some horrible incident with one, one which is burned into his little doggy memory. This never repaired itself. He was always afraid of guns. I feel so terrible that I couldn't quell his fear of guns.
Ultimately, he did start going into the basement, and stopped being afraid of brooms. The gun thing, he never got over.
He never stopped shaking either. I secretly called him 'Shakes McGee'. Ok, not so secretly. I don't know how many people ever heard me call him that, but he knew I was talking about him when he heard me say it.
Ok, so the shaking was not all that bad. We called it the 'stripper dance', he was very good at it. He was prescribed some medication for his shaking years and years ago, to calm him down... I gave it to him once. He was not a pill popping dog, he prefered to be natural. The one and only time I gave him 'that medication' he acted drunk and surley, I felt horrible. He never had it again.
Happy shakey dog. vs. cold surley drunk dog. I chose happy.
'Shakes McGee' yep, that's my 'P'.
To be Continued...
Perry: a Retrospective
We adopted Perry on September 2, 1996 when he was approximately 8 months old.
I say approximately because Scott and I are Perry's 4th owners, so we never did get a proper history for him. We never knew his true breed, his true birthday, or what horrible things happened to him before we finally met.
At the pound, he was the quietest one in the room. He just sat there and looked at us while all the dogs in the other kennels were barking hysterically to be picked. He had a stupid look on his face, and he was panting.
I asked to see him, and they opened the gate. I got down on my knees and pet him while he quietly took the love. He was easily the cutest doggy in the room. Right then I needed him. We looked at other dogs, but I kept thinking of the quiet one. I told Scott I wanted that one. He agreed.
Perry's name was not always Perry. He probably had a few names before his last. When we adopted him, his name was something that had been shortened to Peli, I think it was Italian.
Scott and I were so pleased to have adopted a dog that we felt the need to take him to our friend Kevin's new house to visit on the way home. Perry was trying to climb in the front seat, and would not stop looking out the front windshield. Scott was trying to drive, and getting really perturbed. Forgetting the name of this new dog in his backseat, Scott yelled "Perry! Back!" And Perry listened, and so he was named.
To be Continued...
I say approximately because Scott and I are Perry's 4th owners, so we never did get a proper history for him. We never knew his true breed, his true birthday, or what horrible things happened to him before we finally met.
At the pound, he was the quietest one in the room. He just sat there and looked at us while all the dogs in the other kennels were barking hysterically to be picked. He had a stupid look on his face, and he was panting.
I asked to see him, and they opened the gate. I got down on my knees and pet him while he quietly took the love. He was easily the cutest doggy in the room. Right then I needed him. We looked at other dogs, but I kept thinking of the quiet one. I told Scott I wanted that one. He agreed.
Perry's name was not always Perry. He probably had a few names before his last. When we adopted him, his name was something that had been shortened to Peli, I think it was Italian.
Scott and I were so pleased to have adopted a dog that we felt the need to take him to our friend Kevin's new house to visit on the way home. Perry was trying to climb in the front seat, and would not stop looking out the front windshield. Scott was trying to drive, and getting really perturbed. Forgetting the name of this new dog in his backseat, Scott yelled "Perry! Back!" And Perry listened, and so he was named.
To be Continued...
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Trader Joe's
I just recently re-discovered Trader Joe's.
Well, I never really discovered Trader Joe's, but have shopped there a few times over the years, but their markets are too far out of my way to be a regular stop.
Not anymore.
Thanks to my new job in Needham, I get to drive by a Trader Joe's 4 days a week.
I am very pleased so far with the quick meal solutions I have found there.
Tonight we had tamales for dinner from the frozen section. They were great!
A few days ago we tried the marinated Mahi-mahi, delicious.
Today, we also tried an Irish Cheddar with porter. Very daunting looking cheese, but fantastic.
So many different cheeses to try, I think I'll get a new one every week.
Ok, so not only does Trader Joe's have easy, interesting, good for you foods, but they are also inexpensive. Tonights meal of tamales and black beans totaled approximately $5.20...for the two of us! That's half the price of any fast food, and way better!
Well, I never really discovered Trader Joe's, but have shopped there a few times over the years, but their markets are too far out of my way to be a regular stop.
Not anymore.
Thanks to my new job in Needham, I get to drive by a Trader Joe's 4 days a week.
I am very pleased so far with the quick meal solutions I have found there.
Tonight we had tamales for dinner from the frozen section. They were great!
A few days ago we tried the marinated Mahi-mahi, delicious.
Today, we also tried an Irish Cheddar with porter. Very daunting looking cheese, but fantastic.
So many different cheeses to try, I think I'll get a new one every week.
Ok, so not only does Trader Joe's have easy, interesting, good for you foods, but they are also inexpensive. Tonights meal of tamales and black beans totaled approximately $5.20...for the two of us! That's half the price of any fast food, and way better!
Friday, November 09, 2007
Picking up the pieces
Well, I haven't as of yet.
Pieces are still everywhere, probably will be until we are ready to pick them up.
Scott and I did have a few good laughs tonight thanks to Suzanne's comment on the previous post.
'Zaipoopish' was a favorite toy of Perry's which he ripped apart, but loved so much that he knew the name. He would pick this toy out of a dozen if I called for it.
It was a ridiculous looking multi colored humanish form with rope hair. Very sturdy, and lasted a long time. I named it after a crazy Tom Waits song called 'Kommienezuspadt', it seemed to fit. I looked through all my pictures, and sadly I have no picture of Zaipoopish. He will just remain in my memory, and Suzanne's apparently. I have no idea how to embed a song on this blog, if I did, you would hear the strangest song ever.
That along with the terrifying 'at times' tuck and run, Perry was truly a character. Scott reminisced tonight about a time that Erik was over and Perry was in a rare form of 'tuck and run'. The most exciting, terrifying type running around you can imagine. He actually tucked his butt under himself and ran around at high speed. This particular evening, Erik was sitting on the couch and Perry was in such high gear, he actually ran 'around' Erik. Yes, up the couch, around the back of the couch (where Erik was sitting), and down the other side. Erik is lucky to have his life.
Thank you Suzanne, this is what we should be focusing on now. The happiness, the good times, the tuck and runs. Zaipoopish!
Pieces are still everywhere, probably will be until we are ready to pick them up.
Scott and I did have a few good laughs tonight thanks to Suzanne's comment on the previous post.
'Zaipoopish' was a favorite toy of Perry's which he ripped apart, but loved so much that he knew the name. He would pick this toy out of a dozen if I called for it.
It was a ridiculous looking multi colored humanish form with rope hair. Very sturdy, and lasted a long time. I named it after a crazy Tom Waits song called 'Kommienezuspadt', it seemed to fit. I looked through all my pictures, and sadly I have no picture of Zaipoopish. He will just remain in my memory, and Suzanne's apparently. I have no idea how to embed a song on this blog, if I did, you would hear the strangest song ever.
That along with the terrifying 'at times' tuck and run, Perry was truly a character. Scott reminisced tonight about a time that Erik was over and Perry was in a rare form of 'tuck and run'. The most exciting, terrifying type running around you can imagine. He actually tucked his butt under himself and ran around at high speed. This particular evening, Erik was sitting on the couch and Perry was in such high gear, he actually ran 'around' Erik. Yes, up the couch, around the back of the couch (where Erik was sitting), and down the other side. Erik is lucky to have his life.
Thank you Suzanne, this is what we should be focusing on now. The happiness, the good times, the tuck and runs. Zaipoopish!
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Perry is still here
I hear his barking when I come home.
I hear his collar jangling when I open a snack.
I hear his toenails clicking on the hardwood floor when the house is silent.
I hear him walking up the stairs when I am in bed.
I woke up this morning at 5am sobbing.
I miss him so much. So much. There are no words.
I hear his collar jangling when I open a snack.
I hear his toenails clicking on the hardwood floor when the house is silent.
I hear him walking up the stairs when I am in bed.
I woke up this morning at 5am sobbing.
I miss him so much. So much. There are no words.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
11/06/2007
Perry passed very peacefully this afternoon at approximately 5:15pm.
He is chasing squirrels up in heaven now. Hopefully eating a lot, and not getting sprayed by skunks.
I will miss him more than anything in the whole world.
He is chasing squirrels up in heaven now. Hopefully eating a lot, and not getting sprayed by skunks.
I will miss him more than anything in the whole world.
For nobody but myself, please look away.
******The title is intended to discourage anyone who is easily upset, especially at work. I read this again before posting, and I blubbered once again. Blubbering seems to be something I am very good at right now.******
I have been breaking out in full blown breath gasping tears tonight, most of the night. It began with Suzanne's sobbing while we drove off with her P-love, and never stopped. I am just a mess. Not your fault Suzanne, in fact, I am so sorry. I love him, too.
This is Perry's last night, and for him it is not proving to be a good one.
He has been having mucus diarrhea all night, a couple of times at J&S's house and 3 times so far at home, and most recently vomiting which is what sent me into such a state of blubbering. Thankfully, all occured outside.
After the vomit episode, I forced a nausea pill into his mouth and got it down. I had decided earlier that I was not going to give him any more pills, but after the vomiting, I thought he may be better off with this one in him. I hope it makes the night easier for him.
My baby is so sick, he is going to heaven tomorrow and I can't stop crying.
I will probably not sleep at all. I am staying downstairs on the couch where I can be close to him.
My face is hot and red and blotchy, nose raw, and my eye sockets are twice the normal size, but I digress. This isn't about me.
Thanks for not reading this.
I have been breaking out in full blown breath gasping tears tonight, most of the night. It began with Suzanne's sobbing while we drove off with her P-love, and never stopped. I am just a mess. Not your fault Suzanne, in fact, I am so sorry. I love him, too.
This is Perry's last night, and for him it is not proving to be a good one.
He has been having mucus diarrhea all night, a couple of times at J&S's house and 3 times so far at home, and most recently vomiting which is what sent me into such a state of blubbering. Thankfully, all occured outside.
After the vomit episode, I forced a nausea pill into his mouth and got it down. I had decided earlier that I was not going to give him any more pills, but after the vomiting, I thought he may be better off with this one in him. I hope it makes the night easier for him.
My baby is so sick, he is going to heaven tomorrow and I can't stop crying.
I will probably not sleep at all. I am staying downstairs on the couch where I can be close to him.
My face is hot and red and blotchy, nose raw, and my eye sockets are twice the normal size, but I digress. This isn't about me.
Thanks for not reading this.
Monday, November 05, 2007
Sweet Sweet P
I really don't know how to say this.
I have started this post a few times and deleted the attempts.
Perry will be going to sleep for the last time tomorrow. We have an appointment for euthanasia tommorrow at 5pm.
He spent today visiting with people he loves, getting lots of petting and loving, and some car rides with his head out the window.
Tomorrow I will spend the day with him, maybe take a short walk, squeeze him until he can't stand me anymore. I love him to pieces.
His body has given up, his intestines are liquifying, he's been on a super quick downslide.
We have done all we can do. I love you Perry!
I have started this post a few times and deleted the attempts.
Perry will be going to sleep for the last time tomorrow. We have an appointment for euthanasia tommorrow at 5pm.
He spent today visiting with people he loves, getting lots of petting and loving, and some car rides with his head out the window.
Tomorrow I will spend the day with him, maybe take a short walk, squeeze him until he can't stand me anymore. I love him to pieces.
His body has given up, his intestines are liquifying, he's been on a super quick downslide.
We have done all we can do. I love you Perry!
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Demon Days
My ipod is broken. I have to take it to an apple shop very soon, since I don't have a warrenty on it and it was purchased at the beginning of December (Sweet gift from hubby). It decided all by itself that I only need music coming out of the left earpod. Yeah, I checked three different headphones with it...it is the ipod, not the earpods.
Anyway, I was listening to some of my favorite music on the laptop with my ipod earpods (which sound great, btw, out of both ears) tonight, and I realized that Demon Days is an album that I associate with taking Perry for a walk. We like the progression, the beats and the cadence...good dog walking album, if I may say so myself. It gives big steps and a swift walk.
I just want to remember this. Perry loves the Gorillaz.
Anyway, I was listening to some of my favorite music on the laptop with my ipod earpods (which sound great, btw, out of both ears) tonight, and I realized that Demon Days is an album that I associate with taking Perry for a walk. We like the progression, the beats and the cadence...good dog walking album, if I may say so myself. It gives big steps and a swift walk.
I just want to remember this. Perry loves the Gorillaz.
Perry update
Perry has completely lost any interest in eating. He is not feeling well at all. I am trying to keep my cool, chalking it up to friday's very aggressive treatment. He still has interest in food, just no interest in eating.
This afternoon I came home to an accident in the kitchen, a small one since he hasn't eaten much in the last few days. After I cleaned that up, I had to force feed him his pills. Something I only recently started to do since he stopped taking pills in food. I hate doing that. I have to pry his mouth open, get my whole hand in there, place the pill as far to the back as I can, and then close his mouth and keep his head up until he swallows. The strange thing is, I do this with two hands, so I am not holding him there, he just stays there all by himself. I am wondering if he is losing his fight. I wish he could speak. We shared a hug filled, petting, and crying time today. He knows I love him, he doesn't leave my side these days.
This afternoon I came home to an accident in the kitchen, a small one since he hasn't eaten much in the last few days. After I cleaned that up, I had to force feed him his pills. Something I only recently started to do since he stopped taking pills in food. I hate doing that. I have to pry his mouth open, get my whole hand in there, place the pill as far to the back as I can, and then close his mouth and keep his head up until he swallows. The strange thing is, I do this with two hands, so I am not holding him there, he just stays there all by himself. I am wondering if he is losing his fight. I wish he could speak. We shared a hug filled, petting, and crying time today. He knows I love him, he doesn't leave my side these days.
WIB open house
Today was the Women In Business Open House at the Elks club in Norwood.
We didn't have a very good turn out, but I managed to do okay. Actually I did quite well considering I didn't expect to sell anything. I sold two necklaces, two bracelets and two pairs of earrings. I consider that a success. I also gave out a lot of cards and spoke to a lot of people who were interested in my stuff.
One woman I met runs a walking house tour in Norwood every year around christmas time, she asked me if I would be willing to give her some jewelry items for her to sell at the end of the tour. Last year their were over 140 people, this year she expects 150-200 people. I am totally IN. She relies on ticket sales, so she wants no compensation for selling my (or anyone elses) stuff. How could I turn this down? I can't. I think the walk/sale is on December 8th this year. I have to re-check that date, but I figure I have about 1 month to get my shit together for it.
We didn't have a very good turn out, but I managed to do okay. Actually I did quite well considering I didn't expect to sell anything. I sold two necklaces, two bracelets and two pairs of earrings. I consider that a success. I also gave out a lot of cards and spoke to a lot of people who were interested in my stuff.
One woman I met runs a walking house tour in Norwood every year around christmas time, she asked me if I would be willing to give her some jewelry items for her to sell at the end of the tour. Last year their were over 140 people, this year she expects 150-200 people. I am totally IN. She relies on ticket sales, so she wants no compensation for selling my (or anyone elses) stuff. How could I turn this down? I can't. I think the walk/sale is on December 8th this year. I have to re-check that date, but I figure I have about 1 month to get my shit together for it.
Friday, November 02, 2007
Now we wait and see.
We are home from the oncology center.
Perry behaved very good for this treatment, another iv one. This one took 10 minutes to administer as opposed to the usual couple of minutes. He needed a shot to combat nausea, as this treatment is known to cause dogs to vomit. There was no vomiting, thank the lucky stars.
There was, however, diarrhea on the ride to the treatment. Yeah, you heard that right. IN MY CAR! Thankfully only on the blanket. I could have killed us both trying to keep him away from that side of the backseat while I was driving. I was almost in tears.
After the treatment, Jessica gave us another blanket for the backseat, thanks Jess.
He just slept most of the ride home.
So, we need to make an appointment with our regular vet to get bloodwork done next friday. No oncology visit next week. We are now on the every two weeks plan, for the time being.
Perry behaved very good for this treatment, another iv one. This one took 10 minutes to administer as opposed to the usual couple of minutes. He needed a shot to combat nausea, as this treatment is known to cause dogs to vomit. There was no vomiting, thank the lucky stars.
There was, however, diarrhea on the ride to the treatment. Yeah, you heard that right. IN MY CAR! Thankfully only on the blanket. I could have killed us both trying to keep him away from that side of the backseat while I was driving. I was almost in tears.
After the treatment, Jessica gave us another blanket for the backseat, thanks Jess.
He just slept most of the ride home.
So, we need to make an appointment with our regular vet to get bloodwork done next friday. No oncology visit next week. We are now on the every two weeks plan, for the time being.
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Thursday
Another Perry post.
Perry is not doing so well today.
He hardly ate, I had a hard time getting his meds into him. He spit out deli ham! Unbelieveable.
I woke up this morning to diarrhea again in the kitchen (good thing we confine him at night these days) but this diarrhea was unlike the norm. This was very mucussy (is that a word?). It was like thick brown stinky spit. Much different from other messes I have had to clean up. Yes, more bad news. Sorry.
Tomorrow after work, I take him to the NEVOG for his 5th chemo treatment which will be the most aggressive one yet. I am trying to be optomistic. He is done with the weekly treatments, so now it will be once every two weeks for a while. If we see no improvement in the next two weeks from tomorrows treatment, well, you know. I hate to say it.
Perry is not doing so well today.
He hardly ate, I had a hard time getting his meds into him. He spit out deli ham! Unbelieveable.
I woke up this morning to diarrhea again in the kitchen (good thing we confine him at night these days) but this diarrhea was unlike the norm. This was very mucussy (is that a word?). It was like thick brown stinky spit. Much different from other messes I have had to clean up. Yes, more bad news. Sorry.
Tomorrow after work, I take him to the NEVOG for his 5th chemo treatment which will be the most aggressive one yet. I am trying to be optomistic. He is done with the weekly treatments, so now it will be once every two weeks for a while. If we see no improvement in the next two weeks from tomorrows treatment, well, you know. I hate to say it.
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