Friday.. Where the hell have you been all my life?!

In the spirit of it being Friday and taking a lead from Krysten at Why Girls Are Weird and her "10 Things That Made Me Happy This Week", I think I'll follow suit and play that game.

Ten Things that Made Me Happy This Week:

1. Going to see Unbroken with my Mom and Jeff Tuesday night;
2. Having sore muscles.  It means I'm doing something right and not plateau-ing all the time.
3. To have a full fridge of food.  Some people aren't blessed to have a full fridge or food on the table.
4. Baxter's 7th Birthday yesterday.
5. I love having 5 months of the year where my two boys, Charlie and Baxter, are the same age (born 7 months apart from each other, yet still sharing the same blood (they both have the same momma and dad). 
6. Planning a little overnight getaway to Niagara Falls/Buffalo in March to celebrate the upcoming wedding of a friend.
7. Seeing the schedule for the 2015 Yoga Conference and happy that the lovely and inspiring Seane Corn will be there this year (she was in South American last year for an Off the Mat endeavour but will be back again this year). Yayyyyyyyyyyy!!!!! :)
8. My evening with Jeff last night. *smiles*
9. Knowing that I get to have dinner with my friend Tara tomorrow night after day 1 of 2 of the restricted/unrestricted gun course her hubby and I are taking together (Jeff and Tara are both licensed).
10. TGIF mother*ckers!!

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I just got back from the gym and my legs are sooooooore! I was off on Monday and therefore didn't make it to the gym.  Tuesday I wasn't able to get to my usual BP class so I did legs and abs on my own.  Wednesday and Thursday I did BP.  So there goes to the legs.  And today I did a spin class with Leanne, figuring that I'd spin my legs out a bit and loosen them up.  Uhmmm no.  Not at all.  So I'm betting on waddling tomorrow.

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Work continues to be busy as shit.  Which, I suppose, is good in theory and sure the days fly by but sometimes I just have so much to do and don't know where to begin. 

 

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Baxter's 7th (!!!) birthday was yesterday and so after work, we went to Global and got the boy a stuffed polar bear (which, might I add, lasted all of 5 minutes tops before he decided to bust it open and get the squeaker out.  LOL.  We got him some yummy treats, bully sticks to chew on and puppy ice cream for both him and Charles.  The second we got home, they were on us because of the yummy bag we had in hand and they stared up at the counter until they had their dinner and THEN I gave them their yummies. 

 

Charlie is still limping a little bit.  I feel like a bad pet parent but I just don't feel he's in pain nor do I feel like spending at least $200 alone for an xray that will only show breaks and shadows that indicate arthritis.  I don't believe it's a luxating patella because he puts weight on his leg, and he's not in any pain.  Not once had he cried out or whimpered and he can also bend his leg, something that luxating patella's won't allow.  Plus, with luxating patellas, they're most often detected earlier on, they don't usually just develop just like that.  So for now, I've been trying to keep him quiet, alternating with confining him (which of course he hates) and he's now getting glucosamine twice daily, which can't hurt him and is good for his joints.  The thing that's sad though is that he just doesn't know how to slow down; he still thinks he's a young lad but he's getting up there.  Depressing but that's reality, right?  So we'll see how things progress with him......

 Isn't this pretty?  I can't recall the artist but I believe I saw this on The David Sheldrick Wildlife Trust's Facebook page and I loved it.

Pretty much.... lol

 Enjoy your weekend folks! xo

A Beautiful Day ...

At long last, the weekend is here.  I slept in this morning until 8:30, which felt glorious since I have been waking up all the past week at 4:45 am to head into work early.  It's been a busy week, hectic and lots of things going on, so I'm thankful the weekend is here for rest and relaxation and to recharge for next week.

On Monday night of this past week, Charlie seemed to have hurt his ankle, knee or hip. I can't figure out exactly where even despite giving him multiple deep tissue massages daily and coupled with the fact that he's his happy self and doesn't appear to be in pain.. except for the fact that he's limping.  Bichons do something called 'blitzing'.  It's like a random burst of energy where they run around on a rampage just having a blast.  It's one of the breeds signature "moves" if you will.  Here's a video of what I'm talking about (it's not my dogs, no):

Anyways, there was no moment where he hurt himself but he's been limping since.  I don't want to take to the Vet and don't feel the need to because I don't feel he needs steroids to heal anything, just time, massaging, confinement (crating) and he'll be just fine.  I don't want to pump his body full of unnecessary shit,  Second, I know it's not a luxating patella because he can move the leg...

Meet Tallulah, My Mom's New Puppy (!!!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Weekend and Stuff...

So I typed the below yesterday (Monday):

Why do I feel like I'm constantly this piece of shit human being that will never be good enough? Every time I have an argument with Jeff I go to the deepest, darkest place and literally cut myself down to shards?! It fucking sucks man.

Anyways... We were finally able to get most of the shopping out of the way, thank Christ. Hate crowds, hate the crazy  parking lots filled with angry people. 

Saturday night some pretty heavy shit went down.... Along the lines like my life could've taken a 180. So much to says I feel humbled and grateful.   

I didn't sleep Sunday, so if I'm not making much sense that's why. So exhausted I'm bordering delirium.

So on that note....

Old City Hall was looking pretty on Friday after work..

The CN Tower, just before boarding the train home, Friday as well.

My cuddlebum Charlie 

And here's a throwback to I would say....11 years ago.  Ah, young love. :)

Monday, December 8, 2014

I didn't write much last week, simply because I was crazy busy at work and I was fighting a nasty bout of a cold/sore throat thing going around.  I blame it all on Jeff. LOL.  Couple being sick with waking up at 4:45 am every single day last week to come into work early and we've got an ugly situation on our hands.  I'm finally feeling a bit better today, but this past weekend, in between pet visits, I was coming home and resting or napping.  I was just so flat lined with zero energy.

My mom and step-dad are off to Holguin, Cuba tomorrow afternoon, so that means tomorrow we head over to her house to look after the dogs/house for a week, which means schlepping a ton of shit to her place so our life is seamless and we're not having to go back and forth.  And not a few days after she returns, she picks up her darling new puppy, Tallulah, a baby Bichon fluffball.  She's just so adorable.

So I think this post should be largely in picture.

Pretty awesome, right?  At least I think so.

 

 

My boys' Christmas Picture, incidentally, our Christmas card for friends and family, too.

And pictures from my weekend of pet sitting/dog walking:

 

 

 Just look at this Momma, Nellie.  She's 8 years old and such a ham.

 

 

  My pal, Quincy

 

 Ginnie and Whiskey

 

 

 Miss Mo'

 

 

 Roxanne & Maggie Mae (clearly, Rob Stewart fans in that household)

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Well my weekend was uneventful.  I should have put up some Christmas decorations and the Christmas tree but didn't, so that's my job tonight.  Jeff has been sick all weekend.  Our friend that was supposed to come over on Friday night cancelled, she wasn't feeling well, which was just as well given that Jeff was on a decline.  He's been off work yesterday AND today and I'm so thrilled about that.  I have razorblades in my throat but look at me go, toughing it out at work.  Sometimes, you just have to, you don't have an option.  If Jeff gets sick, I think the world stops spinning on its axis, I swear.  I empathise, I do, but I get nothing when I'm sick.  Shit doesn't stop just because I'm sick, things still need to be done and food needs to be cooked.  There is, honestly, no rest for the wicked.  *deep breaths*

 

Saturday, Jeff was supposed to head down to Toronto with his friend but that fell through and his friend ended up coming over later in the day and had ribs for dinner with us. 

 

I cleaned a bit on the weekend, did some shopping and was generally way too lazy for my own good.

 

No gym for moi today.  While I'm feeling a bit under the weather, courtesy of my husband no doubt, I'm super busy at work and pissed off, frankly, that everyone comes to me to get shit done or for help.  So much incompetency it's fucking incredible.  I was going to go for my usual Tuesday class but I got pulled into shit at work and now, it just doesn't work in terms of time.  You know when you get right pissed off because you've been looking forward to something and it doesn't happen?  That's how I feel when I miss a gym day.  It infuriates me, actually.  Ugh.  Apparently the universe is trying to tell me to go to hot yoga tonight at 8:30.  But I've got Christmas decorations and the tree to do and this upcoming weekend is out the question because I'm working my dog walking/pet sitting jobbie. 

Grrrrrrrr!

 

These two faces make my heart skip.

 

Lily, we had her most of Saturday

 

Our Sunday night. LOVE Scrabble.