I’m kinda getting sick of my current blog layout. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love it still – Contempt is the layout I’m currently using. I distinctly remember spending hours on one of my previous winter holidays getting my blog to look the way I wanted it to – basically getting it up and running.
That being said, I think it still might be time to “shop around” and see what other options are out there….
Don’t be surprised if the blog looks different in a day or two 🙂
Today I decided to go down to Woofstock. I felt really bad about it, but I decided to only take Bruce along with me. My reasoning was that it was a really hot day today, I don’t have air conditioning, and I didn’t want Zoe to overheat.
It’s really good that I left Zoe at home, because I was on the highway and ended up getting a flat tire. If she was with me, she would’ve really been overheating in the car while we waited for the tow truck.
Here’s a video of poor Brucie in the backseat with all the windows open putting up with all the wind. There was also a very small chihuahua downtown that we met. I’ve never seen another adult Chihuahua the same size as Bruce. She looked like she was a little bit shorter than Bruce, but Bruce wasn’t quite as long and he was skinnier as well.
I was at Big Al’s the other day, and I loved this indoor pool set up. I can, however, safely say, that this is one animal-related thing I would not be interested in having in my house. 🙂 I’m content with just watching the video lol.
Here lies Marsha. Marsha with the half chewed off face. I used to think that Dwarf Hamsters were cute. I’ve since learnt better.
Dwarf Hamsters are nasty little cannibals. I just fed Marsha last night. I knew she was old and sick, but didn’t expect her to die so soon.
I just hope her sister, Number 4, chose to wait until she was dead before she crunched on her right eyeball. I’d say it would have been the only decent thing to do.
10. The cucumber has left the salad.
9. Quasimodo needs to go back in the tower and tend to his bells.
8. You need to bring your tray table to the upright and locked position.
7. Paging Mr. Johnson… Paging Mr. Johnson..
6. Elvis is leaving the building.
5. The Buick is not all the way in the garage.
4. Our next guest is someone who needs no introduction.
3. You’ve got a security breach at Los Pantalones.
2. Men may be From Mars…..but I can see something that rhymes with Venus.
And the #1 way to tell someone his zipper is unzipped…..
I always knew you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts.
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man!
That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 30% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy.
Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset.
I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she\had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life.
My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office… jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind… I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. “,
She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: “I’ll carry you out every morning until deaths do us apart”
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I had been so busy with Jane to even notice.
She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from whatever negative reaction from our son in case we pushed through the divorce At least in the eyes of our son I was a loving Husband.
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage. Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken. We teach some by what we say ,we teach some more by what we do but we teach most by what we are.
This past Monday night, my best friend and I went to see Yamoto Drummers of Japan at the Rose Theatre in Brampton.
It was hands down one if the best performances I’ve ever been to. They did a great job of getting the audience involved. I love the mixture of traditional and modern, and absolutely loved the shamisen performance. I couldn’t get over how fit all of them were; I could never go for such long stretches of time continually beating those drums to death, and so quickly too.
After the performance, we stopped to take some pictures of the lights.
Old mare whose eyes
are like cracked marbles
drools blood in her mash
shivers in her jute blanket.
My father hates weakness worse than hail;
in the morning
he will shoot her in the ear, once,
shovel her under in the north pasture.
leaving the stables
he stands his lantern on an over-turned water pail,
cursing her for a bad bargain,
and spreads his coat
carefully over her sick shoulders.
Don’t you love it when your dog’s poop comes out like a string of attached sausages cause he swallowed a really long hair or blade of grass and you have to *eh hem* “assist” him by leveraging that oh so versatile plastic poop bag in your pocket cause by this time the people across the street in the bus shelter are starting to whisper and point and it looks like your dog was born deformed with a permanently hunched back and you kinda just feel sorry for the little bugger as he looks apologetically back at you as if to say, “Listen, I know you’re mortified right now cause I’ve been doing the walking squat for over three and a half minutes, but, could I trouble you to give my poop a little tug? We should be good from there….” The joys, I tell ya. The joys.
This blog entry is dedicated to my sweet little hamster Peaches.
I know what you’re thinking – a grown woman dedicating a blog post to a hamster – how ridiculous. A while back, I would have thought the same thing too. Now, a few days after she’s left, I’m finding I’m missing her more than I thought I ever could, so here’s a bit about my little hammy.
Last year after coming back from vacation, I was getting pet supplies at PetSmart when these cute little baby hamsters caught my eye. Always a sucker for cute little animals, I asked the salesperson about them. She happened to bring up that she had a previously injured older hamster whose leg had since healed after being broken and was looking for a good home. Apparently, she loved to climb the walls of the PetSmart hamster enclosures and broke her leg after a fall. The vet had seen her and her broken leg had healed nicely and they were rehoming her free of cost.
The salesgirl brought her out and I knew I had to take that cute little hamster home. She was five months at the time.
From the very start I could see why she had broken her leg – she loved to climb and was very active. I tried to tell her she was supposed to run on the inside of the wheel, but she decided she wanted to figure that one out on her own 😛
My dogs were cool around her, as with all my other animals. Since I sometimes let my dogs have a couple of hamster Extrusion pellets every now and then when I’m feeding the hamsters, they knew the smell and loved it. Peachie would sleep beside her “stashed” pellets. It was hilarious to watch Bruce lick his lips every time she was out of her cage and he had a chance to sniff her.
Just as an FYI – Syrian hamsters can easily climb over the walls of these hamster exercise pens:
She ended up growing so large I had to go and purchase her a really large wheel since she couldn’t fit into the one that had come with her cage. Here’s a few pictures of her:
Peachie never “climbed” down the bars from the cage platform, nor did she take the intended tunnel down to ground level. She liked to just “step” off the platform and greet the ground when she got there:
Actually, these pictures were taken about a week before she died. I noticed the day I took the pictures that she was looking a little thin even though she was still eating and drinking normally. You can see in this picture she looks a bit drawn – at least I can tell she was:
A few nights later, I discovered her stuck in her food bowl. She was stuck in such an odd way, though. Her head was curled under in her bowl, with her left arm under her face – the rest of her limbs and body outside of the bowl. I thought she was dead. When I looked closer, however, I could see, very faintly, that she was still breathing :-S I swear she was breathing every thirty seconds or more. I vaguely remembered reading somewhere that hamsters can hibernate if their environment gets too chilly. My place had been kind of cold at that time. I kept her in my hand to warm her up for over two hours. She seemed to be in a really deep sleep and didn’t want to wake up. When I found her, her paws were so icy – they warmed up a bit after two hours but she was still on the cold side. I gave her a few drops of water with a dropper, and she eventually woke up enough to swallow and then fell back to sleep. In my heart I knew she was going to die, and that she wasn’t just hibernating – she had lost so much weight 😦
I put her in a little temporary cage that night and wrapped her up in a lot of towels to keep her warm. The next morning, I checked on her expecting to see her dead; she hadn’t moved a bit since the night prior. The only sign that she was alive were her little pink feet. I waited for quite a while watching her, but I didn’t even see her breathing. I picked her up and I finally saw her take a breath. I held her for a few minutes and she opened her eyes all the way. I got happy thinking maybe she was coming around and would get better. I wanted to keep her warm in my hand but I had to get ready for work, so I did both at the same time.
Encouraged by the fact that her eyes were fully open, I tried to give her some water from the dropper again. She choked on it 😦 I had given it to her the same way the night prior being careful to hold her at an angle so she could swallow, but it seemed she was shutting down and just couldn’t swallow it anymore.
It was so sad – holding her in my palm watching and hearing her gasp for air :’-(
I finally put her back into her little bed lined with towels from the night before. I left her for literally sixty seconds, and I came back to find her dying :’-( She had foam coming out of her nose and she was contorting her little body in a very unusual way. She exhaled – it was literally like her little life was leaving her. After that, she looked so flat, like a deflated beach ball.
I stayed there for quite a while afterward to ensure she was really gone – I had thought she had died a few times over the past few hours – it had been hard to tell the difference and I didn’t want to leave her if she was still alive. But she was really gone that time.
I feel so badly that she suffered the last few hours. I still can’t believe I got so attached to such a small little thing.
Good-bye Peachie. You were such a cutie pie. I’ll miss you.
So, I’ve been thinking over the past little while that maybe I should create a few podcasts, and post them on my blog instead of always typing a blog.
I’ll think about it and get back to you all.
Have a great evening!
Yes, I have a lot of it. Do I want to do it? No.
That’s all I have to say for now.
The other day I went through my entire knitting arsenal – stash, tools, UFO’s – everything, and I cleaned house. I threw out half-completed projects I knew I’d never get around to picking up again, I tossed away weirdly tarnished Addi Lace circs that I also knew I will never touch again, and I filed ugly yarn in the round file. My needles, hooks and notions were neatly organized into one supply bag, and all my “worthy-to-hold-on-to” UFO’s got organized into a single knitting bag. Needless to say, I felt really good afterward.
So, having said that, the only remaining UFO’s are my never-ending lace February Lady Sweater, my Breeze socks, my Tulip baby cardigan, and my Monkey socks.
I can’t believe I really cast on for the second side of the Breeze socks. I swear I started those three years ago.
I completed a pair of Pocket Book slippers in black. No clue what the name of the yarn is since I haven’t a clue where the ball band went. I do know that I’m going to have to keep them away from Bruce. He already thinks they’re his toy. Little monkey.
My resolution is to finish my four UFO’s in 2011 and completely use up my stash. Can it be done? Absolutely. Will it be done? Probably not, but we can dream.
Good for you, Steven!
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It’s really amazing how over a month’s time, I could get so attached to something.
Tucker wasn’t well. He went back to the breeder.
I still miss him a lot and it’s been three weeks. He was such a sweet, smart little puppy. I won’t forget you my Tuckie Buckie.
Today’s the big day! My puppy comes home!!!
I met Tucker’s breeder today at noon to pick him up. This cute little munchkin was passed out cold in this crate when I got him. He successfully slept the entire way home.
What’s going to be challenging is introducing him to Zoe. I had planned to have my best friend meet me with Zoe on neutral territory a couple blocks from my home, let them get acquainted, and then walk them home together (or as far as Tucker could go without getting tired). Well, of course it has to be rainy and cold today *pout* lol.
Soooo, since Tucker is still passed out in the car, I ran inside, warmed up his food and got his honey water, and ran back to the car with it. I’m now sitting in my car waiting for my best friend to get here so we can begin the intros.
I snapped this shot of Tucker’s butt. I think this is his butt lol. I can’t believe how small he is!!!! I knew he was small, but man, he looks smaller than I remember!!!
Today Bob and I took a trip up to Tweed to see the puppy. We’ve decided to name him Tucker. I can’t believe how small he is. I met his parents and his little friend from a separate litter. He’s soooo laid back! I can’t wait to bring him home – the dates been tentatively moved from April 15 to April 8.
On and off for the past while, I’ve been cruising Kijiji with the intent of adding a second dog to my single dog “pack”.
I’m still not quite sure how I lucked out and landed on Zoe. She came perfectly trained when I adopted her, so for me, the work of raising a puppy was non-existent – it was already done for me.
Since Zoe came into the picture in November of 2008, I’ve learnt a lot more about how to properly care for a dog, and what it takes to continue to have a well-trained canine companion. I’ve read a couple of Cesar Millan books, I watch his show every chance I get, and I try to keep Zoe as well-socialized to as many varying situations as possible.
A couple of weeks ago I came across an ad on Kijiji for a nine month old female ready to be rehomed. In correspondence with the breeder, I found out she had a little eight week old puppy. Apparently he was really laid back (like me and Zoe) and was the tiniest one in his litter. He wasn’t expected to reach three pounds.
Last Tuesday, my best friend and I took a nice drive north of Belleville to visit the puppy. He was really small and really laid back. Now, the laid-back part might have been due to the fact that I came in the middle of his nap time lol. Either way, I left putting a deposit down on him.
The breeder – Kimberley (www.thefairydogmothers.ca) has been very helpful and open thus far, and was kind enough to send me some videos and pictures of my prospective new little monkey.
Bob and I made our way down to the Art Gallery of Ontario today to see the King Tut exhibit.
Unfortunately, while we had a really great time together, I’m not in a real talkative mood right now, so I’m not going to say any more about the outting right now. Sorry :-P.
Just know that Swarovski crystals glued onto the end of black pencils looks really nice.
This past Sunday, I went to Casa Loma for the first time. Here’s some pics:
I had a really great time this past Saturday. I took Zoe and she had the time of her life hanging out with the other dogs. My family showed up as well – I couldn’t ask for a better day.
Here’s some pics taken with my BlackBerry of the Small Dog Meetup. The white “horse” wasn’t allowed into this particular off-leash event lol.
Somebody please tell me I spelt “negligent” correctly in my title; I’m too lazy to check the dictionary right now.
Having said that, you most likely won’t be surprised to hear me say that I’ve been “neglectful” in other areas lately as well.
And on that note, I bid you adieu.
Snap, hold on. There was something else I wanted to say:
OK, I’m done. 🙂
Isn’t it weird how one day, the leaves on the trees will be green, and then literally the next day, they’ve all turned colour completely? It’s like that with the trees on my street – I swear they all turned yellow last night!
All day today we’ve had some pretty crummy weather – rain, wind, and more rain and wind. The only good thing that came out of it was the beautiful, surreal image of the side streets once the rain had died down – cool, crisp, damp, with an ever so slight hint of lingering summer somewhere in the air.
I was able to capture a very blurry couple of night images. I know I need to invest in a tripod, and will probably get one tomorrow, however, I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to snap a few photos of the gorgeous night scene. These pictures don’t remotely do justice to the beauty I saw this evening, but I figured if I could capture even a small piece of tonight’s beauty, I was going to.
While I really am not an autumn fan, it’s nights like this evening that make all the depressing, gloomy days of fall worth it. I can only imageine what the pictures could have looked like if I had a tripod!
My little Zoe had her spay surgery today (well, actually yesterday if you want to be technical). I had her microchipped and got her teeth cleaned at the same time.
When I picked her up from the vet’s and saw the huge incision on her tummy, I felt absolutely horrible. I know the benefits of spaying, however, she’s so tiny and to see that type of wound on your dog can really be heart wrenching.
Zoe is 2.5 years old, and has completed three heat cycles. She went eight months during her last interval before coming into heat in April 2009. I figured I’d get her fixed now before she cycles again.
I understand that some shelters don’t have chip readers for all microchip brands. For that reason, I’m throwin’ this information out there in case she’s ever lost and someone decides to Google her info:
ID#: 982 009105939882
Now the challenge is going to be ensuring that she doesn’t lick excessively at her stitches. I have the ecollar, but of course, she doesn’t like it and slipped out of it pretty quickly. It doesn’t help that, like a true Chihuahua, she loves licking. She’s got a thing for licking blankets. Mind you, she’s not quite as bad as my previous chi Ike, who, when guests would come over, would follow them incessantly throughout the house just to lick their feet, ankles and calves when they would stop walking. He’d happily sit beside them for hours if allowed, licking all their exposed skin. If he could sneak in a lick while they were still walking, all the better! It was really embarrassing now that I think about it! 😀 My poor guests LOL.
Anyways, my little monkey is sleeping on her bed I brought in from the car, curled up under a fleece blanket. She ate and drank a bit when I brought her home, and I gave her her pain medication.
I’m going to miss our daily walks/runs in the park the next few weeks, but it will be worth it when she’s healed up nicely and can exercise freely again before the snow comes! I’ve thus far gotten her to a nice, lean, fit state, and I intend on keeping her that way once she’s all better! I’m not a fan of fat chihuahuas.
Wish me success in keeping her away from those stitches!
On Monday, August 24, my little brother Bob and I went to the EX. I love hangin’ out with him; he’s such a cool little guy.
We went shopping through a few of the buildings, then watched a video of poop coming out of the rear end of a cow in the Farm building (he liked to press “replay” – we watched this video quite a few times).
We had dinner and then went on a bunch of rides. He loves bumper cars, and I had a fun time watching him have fun on them.
The dog show was really enjoyable this year – lots of cute doggies doing a great job in the agility course. Here’s a pic I snapped with the CrackBerry while waiting for the show to begin.
P.S. Bob has explained the concept behind Pokeman cards, but I’m sorry, I just don’t get it. Any other adults out there kinda stumped by them too? Please tell me I’m not the only one…
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A couple weeks ago I was informed that WordPress had come out with a beta app for BlackBerry – fantastic!
So of course, I downloaded it onto my phone, open it up, and attempt to add my blog in an attempt to begin using the app.
Go figure – it doesn’t recognize my information. I guess that’s why they call it a beta lol.
I really want to uses this app, like, right now. This is going to be quite the challenge remaining patient while it’s being fixed.
Deep breath 😀
Last Thursday, my best friend and I took a trip down to the Royal Ontario Museum to see the Dead Sea Scrolls. I was really quite amazed at the relatively great condition they’re still in, and how small the writing actual is. I’m glad I got a chance to get down there and have a look at them for myself. If you’re interested in seeing some more of the photos I took while there, here’s the link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/sheri-lyn/sets/72157621595070191