I would say it is generally common knowledge that I am not really a "Valentine's Day-kinda girl." Not that I don't love sweet gestures and flowers delivered so that everyone in the office gets jealous-- I love that stuff. I just haven't ever had a Valentine's Day that has blown me away like it's all hyped up to be.
Yesterday was no different. I did get flowers delivered. (And my office smells lovely today!) I had already stated that I didn't want an over-priced meal in a crowded restaurant. (Little did I know that by saying that, I would end up eating take out alone on my almost-empty apartment floor.) Blake had class and I had cleaning and moving to do. How romantic...
My over-all day was pretty crappy. The highlight of my day was my wonderfully tough Power Yoga class. After spending a few hours (alone) cleaning, I headed to Blake's house to end the night. I was in a mood, to say the least. He couldn't have done anything right to save his life. (Poor guy...) However, he tried with all his might to turn my frown (scowl, really) upside down. He scrubbed the bath tub, then filled it with hot water and bubbles for me. He brought me a candle and left me to relax in the hot bubble bath. What a sweet guy, right? Well, you're right, but I was still in such a mood that the kindness of it passed right by me.
I awoke this morning and Valentine's Day was over. (Whew!) But you know what? I got a hot breakfast sandwich on my way out the door and my lunch was already packed. I didn't ask for either of them. So, here's the lesson: for me, every day is Valentine's Day. I am so lucky to have someone who thinks about me all year long, not just one day a year. He may miss the mark on some days, but overall, he's pretty darn on top of it.
So, thanks, "Sweet Pea" for making everyday Valentine's Day.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
A few Cricut projects
I am still kind of struggling with this "everything-in-one-place" blog. It just feels so crowed, so unorganized. But, for now, I'll spare you the strife of clicking on more than one page and I'll continue to post everything together. That is, until I have more time (ha ha ha) to craft, then I'll be comin' at ya with a new blog...**sigh** Someday...
But, in the mean time, here's what I have been up to with my Cricut lately...
A thank you card for a friend...
A birthday card for a friend...(That paisley piece took a while to do. It's about 4-5 diffrent little layers, but I love how it turned out!)
A baby onesie for a darling little munchkin...
I just love my Cricut. It has so many awesome little tricks it can perform!
But, in the mean time, here's what I have been up to with my Cricut lately...
A thank you card for a friend...
A birthday card for a friend...(That paisley piece took a while to do. It's about 4-5 diffrent little layers, but I love how it turned out!)
A baby onesie for a darling little munchkin...
I just love my Cricut. It has so many awesome little tricks it can perform!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
A Dog's Purpose
Over a year ago my mom sent this email forward to me. I generally have a good laugh and then delete forwards, but for some reason this one was so important that I kept it in my email.
"A Dog's Purpose" (From a 6-year-old.)
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.'' Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live. He said, ''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'' The six-year-old continued, ''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''
This precious story stuck with me, and yesterday as I prepared for the worst, it hit me that my own sweet, loyal, perfect Yorkie might not be coming home. It is incredible how much we grow to love our pets and welcome them in to our families. Bayla D'Lane has been a joy to our family for almost 7 years now and we couldn't imagine life without her. Yesterday morning she went in to the vet and we knew something was very, very wrong. With abnormal calcium levels, the doctor predicted cancer. X-rays revealed a mass in her abdomen. Only an exploratory surgery would reveal the truth. I didn't even get to see her before she went in. Terrified of the truth, I spent most of the day on pins and needles, knowing that the next call from the Vet was going to be that we needed to come say goodbye. The phone rang and my heart dropped, but the news we received was not in fact the worst. The mass in her abdomen turned out to be her very inflamed uterus, which had to come out. The removal left a gaping hole which caused blood to rush to the area, dropping her bp, and making it unsafe for the doctor to continue with the surgery to remove the tiny cysts on her mammary glands; however, our girl was going to be just fine. She'll need another surgery when she is stronger to remove the cysts. What a relief. I went to visit her yesterday afternoon just as the anesthesia was wearing off. I walked in and she immediately began whimpering. She couldn't move, but she let me know that she knew who I was and that she was happy to see me. The feeling was mutual. I nuzzled close to her and told her how much I love her.
I just spoke to my Mom and guess what? Bayla D is on her way home from the pet hospital. She'll need a few weeks of recovery, but soon we'll have our sassy, Princess Yorkie back filling us with love and laughter daily.
I am so thankful for everyone's prayers for her and for our family. The rest of the email forward says this--
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
WELCOME HOME, BAYLA D'LANE!
"A Dog's Purpose" (From a 6-year-old.)
Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle. I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn't do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home. As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience. The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker 's family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away. The little boy seemed to accept Belker's transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker's death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ''I know why.'' Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I'd never heard a more comforting explanation. It has changed the way I try and live. He said, ''People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life -- like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?'' The six-year-old continued, ''Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don't have to stay as long.''
This precious story stuck with me, and yesterday as I prepared for the worst, it hit me that my own sweet, loyal, perfect Yorkie might not be coming home. It is incredible how much we grow to love our pets and welcome them in to our families. Bayla D'Lane has been a joy to our family for almost 7 years now and we couldn't imagine life without her. Yesterday morning she went in to the vet and we knew something was very, very wrong. With abnormal calcium levels, the doctor predicted cancer. X-rays revealed a mass in her abdomen. Only an exploratory surgery would reveal the truth. I didn't even get to see her before she went in. Terrified of the truth, I spent most of the day on pins and needles, knowing that the next call from the Vet was going to be that we needed to come say goodbye. The phone rang and my heart dropped, but the news we received was not in fact the worst. The mass in her abdomen turned out to be her very inflamed uterus, which had to come out. The removal left a gaping hole which caused blood to rush to the area, dropping her bp, and making it unsafe for the doctor to continue with the surgery to remove the tiny cysts on her mammary glands; however, our girl was going to be just fine. She'll need another surgery when she is stronger to remove the cysts. What a relief. I went to visit her yesterday afternoon just as the anesthesia was wearing off. I walked in and she immediately began whimpering. She couldn't move, but she let me know that she knew who I was and that she was happy to see me. The feeling was mutual. I nuzzled close to her and told her how much I love her.
I am so thankful for everyone's prayers for her and for our family. The rest of the email forward says this--
Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
Take naps.
Stretch before rising.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
When you're happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you're not.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.
WELCOME HOME, BAYLA D'LANE!
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