CaR(n)age

Yeah, I was trying to do some sort of clever play on the words “Car”, “Rage”, and “Carnage” for the title of this post, but that didn’t really work out as smoothly as I would have hoped. Oh well, since ultimately this will be but a tiny blip on the life-consuming radar of The Internets, I’m not going to sweat it too much.

I originally intended this post to be all about my hoarding ways, and the means in which I intend to rid myself of them. I’m determined to seriously edit the massive vacuum of STUFF that is my bedroom currently, and wanted to talk about that. Alas, I am a little too ragey to go into the specifics of Stuff Purging right now, so that will have to wait.

I’ve been living through a rather unfortunate bit of deja vu since last night. Remember how my car decided to give me a giant middle finger the night before my birthday, and I spent said birthday in the waiting room of a Sears Auto Shop with naught but my iPhone to keep me company? Well, I got to do it ALL over again when my now still-brand new battery decided to die on me last night. 6 jump starts and a totally unsurprising amount of tears later, I got to spend my entire morning waiting around for my sad, old Chrysler to be fixed.

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At least this time I had company. Adorable company.

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I’m looking to get a new (used) car sometime in the not-so-distant future anyway, so my biggest concern was having to dump hundreds and hundreds of dollars into a car that I won’t be driving for long. The mechanics were tossing around concern about the alternator, which I know from past experience (oh, 1987 Honda Prelude, you served me well… kinda) can cost $500+ to replace. Fortunately, the automotive gods took mercy on me this morning and it only ended up being a small post terminal that was all rusted and corroded. $2.99 for the part, $40 for the labor and installation, and I was back on my way. Hopefully this time it sticks!

Okay, thanks for sticking around through my vent sesh, friends. To end on a happy note, here are a couple more pictures of my puppers. They’ve been gracing this blog far too infrequently lately, don’t you think? NEED MOAR SCHNAUZERS!

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Happy Wednesday! We’re halfway there!

Highs and Lows

Happy (?) Monday, everyone! I hope everybody survived their holiday weekend unscathed and with only an extra 10 or 12 pounds around their waists (heh.) Surprisingly, I’m actually glad to get into a bit of normalcy over the next week or so. Until the craziness of the next holiday settles in, that is. Not that this unusual for me, as you are all painfully aware, but even with all of the Thanksgiving festiveness, the past week has been a bit of an emotional roller coaster for me. Ups and downs, highs and lows, it’s been a trip. Here are just some examples of each:

Feast!

High: The socially accepted binge that is Thanksgiving Dinner.

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Low: Not getting to spend Thanksgiving with my family (fur-family excluded).

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High: Completing 7.02 miles in preparation for the 15K coming up on Saturday (!!!)

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Low: How sore I already am, less than 24-hours later. And I only actually ran for half of it. Also a low? Seeing the race course and elevation map:

WHY SO HILLY?! Just kill me now. Ow.

High: The amazingness that is The Muppets Movie. Seriously, go see it right now. Mah-na mah-na.

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Low: Coming home post-movie to a sick puppy. Not that you need the specifics, but let’s just say my night — and day — included more than one messy clean-up. 🙁

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Extra Low: My sick puppy continuing to be sick, waking up every half-hour Saturday night to check for anything that may have spewed from either end, and, after 24+ hours of vomiting and diarrhea, finally making the decision to take him to the emergency vet at 10 PM last night. Prognosis? Undetermined, of course. It could be any number of things: upset stomach, parasites, blockage, gastrosomethingitis… They wanted to keep him overnight and IV-this and X-ray-that but even with my awesome pet insurance my monetary situation forced me to stay on the conservative side here. Which makes me feel like a horrible pet parent just saying so, but you know me: any sign of worsening or further trouble and I’ll be speeding (literally!) straight back to the Hope Center. But for now, at least my $585.00 procured a few meds and instructions for taking care of my little guy. Therefore, I’ll be playing the roll of Doggy Nurse today and hopefully things will go smoothly… for both of us.

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So, yeah… with all that, I’ve been doing some (more) emotional yo-yoing. And while mentally I know that Daxter is going to be okay, it’s still very worrisome. Oh, plus there’s the fact that I’m running on approximately 85 minutes hours of sleep thanks to getting home at 1:45 AM from the Doggy ER and Daxter’s frequent trips outside. I’m sure that my emotional instability will only continue to worsen as time goes on… and as I get closer and closer to Saturday’s race. For the latter, I know I just need to keep telling myself that I just need to FINISH the race: time be damned, pace be damned, other people’s opinions be damned. Right?

…right?

Feelgood “Friday”

All right, all right. Enough wallowing. Well, enough public wallowing, at least. Enough public wallowing for now. Instead, let’s try to focus on happy things. Like the sushi that I got to eat last night in the company of a great friend (Hi Lizzie!). Like how I got paid today (w00t!) And like the fact that even though today is Thursday, it feels like a Friday since I have tomorrow off for Veterans’ Day.

Also, puppies. PREPARE FOR CUTENESS OVERLOAD!

Schnauzer Sigh

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Watch it...Mine!

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RAWR!

Noms?Winner & Loser

Poor Harry. Always getting one-upped by that sassy little fluffball. By the way, how do you like their haircuts? Ben did Harry’s, and I did Daxter’s. He actually looks like a schnauzer again! A, um, BIG step up from some of my past grooming attempts, I’d say…

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I just love it when you pin me down and shave my hair against my will.

And since I don’t have any actual content of substance to share with you, so concludes another completely pointless (but hopefully aesthetically pleasing?) post. But hey, at least I made an effort today, right? Baby steps. And in keeping with my plan to try to stay busy, I’ve got weekend plans up the wazoo. So stay tuned!

Is today your Friday? (Columbus Day deja vu!) Or are you secretly seething at me for bragging that I have tomorrow off? If it’s the latter, fret not. You probably get the day after Thanksgiving off, don’t you? Now who’s bragging, HMM?

Er, Nope.

Sorry guys. I got nothing today.

I blame the fact that this was pretty much dinner last night:

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Oops.

I finally broke into my last bottle of vino from the wine festival I attended over the summer. I was actually planning on saving this for the cupcake & wine party I was invited to on Saturday but desperate times… sorry, Kari! Good thing I have plans to go to a winery before the party anyway! Gwahaha.

Anyway, as it turns out, drinking an entire bottle of wine by yourself (moderation schmoderation!) is not the best way to inspire stellar blog post material. That being said, I was able to drunkenly bake some delightfully palatable pumpkin muffins (from a box mix — I’m not a miracle worker!) without burning the house down.

Oh, and for those of you who may be fretting about this drinking-alone thing in general (hi mom!), don’t worry. I wasn’t really alone. It was consumed under the ever-judgmental eyes of my schnauzers. I’m sure they can attest to the fact that all the dancing-in-my-underwear that went on was really special.

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It’s been a rough couple of days, in case you didn’t pick up on that vibe. But even in my semi-inebriated state, I know better than to drag you all down with what’s a-been going on. At least, not yet.

So instead, here’s a short video of what I come home to everyday. Hint: my dogs continue to be awesome. (Be sure to click through if you’re reading this via email subscription!)

There’s really no feeling quite like having your dogs be THAT excited to see you when you get home. And yes, Daxter is, in fact, wearing a monkey costume. It was Halloween on Monday, remember?

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Pulling. It. Off.

Sorry for the lame half-assery today, friends. I promise tomorrow will be better. Well, I promise to try at any rate. And even if it ends up being just as lame, at least it’ll still be Friday. So that’s got to count for something.

Kidney vs. Stone: Round 2

Oh hey! Remember when this happened? Well, apparently life decided that one kidney stone epidemic in 11 months was simply not enough. Enter the excruciating pain that began Sunday on the drive back from the wedding and, despite all my best efforts, would not quit.

At first I thought the pain was simply due to gas (you’re welcome for that) but after waking up in the middle of the night desperately clutching my abdomen I figured something was slightly more amiss. Unlike last time, I didn’t go to the ER this time around. Therefore, I can’t be 100% certain that it’s a kidney stone (er, not that the hospital was actually able to make a timely diagnosis last time anyway. Awkward.) But what I do know is that it’s in the same spot and it’s the same kind of pain (though, blessedly, slightly less severe than last time) so I think I can pretty safely assume. Unfortunately, armed with the knowledge from my last unfortunate experience, I know that there’s really nothing to do but wait to pass it.

It’s hard to describe kidney stone pain. Its severity ebbs and flows, comes and goes in intensity. But at its worst, I would say it kind of feels like a small, serrated knife is slowly slicing through the walls of your gut. You’re extra welcome for that imagery. Having a kidney stone is often compared to childbirth (though I obviously wouldn’t know on a personal level) and is legitimately the most excruciating thing I have ever experienced. Needless to say, it’s a pain (har har… ow, laughing hurts.)

So yesterday I spent an awful lot of time laying prostrate on the bed, streaming episode after episode of The Vampire Diaries on Netflix:

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While dressed in my super flattering PJs:

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God, I’m cool.

Alternating between these two faces:

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With these thoroughly unsympathetic mongrels by my side:

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Harry even had the audacity to roll around in what I have to assume was poop while out in the backyard. Let me tell you: trying to wash a dog when you have kidney stones?

I feel conflicted, because as much as I was hoping the stone would have passed by now and I’d be off scott-free, I’m kind of relieved I haven’t yet. I know that sounds crazy, but you know the saying, “it gets worse before it gets better”? Or how about, “it is always darkest before the dawn”? Well, they especially apply to kidney stones. As bad as it hurts right now, I vividly remember the extraordinary pain that came right before passing the stone, and I am NOT anxious to relive it.

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Pity me. Pity me good.

But either way, I know it’s inevitable. So until then… I’m trying to manage the pain as best I can with the over-the-counter drugs in my medicine cabinet, and taking in as much fluid as possible. I have a doctor’s appointment later this morning, and while I know there’s nothing that he can really DO, I’m hoping that he might have some insight as to WHY this is happening. Again. I mean, this is really putting a literal cramp in my race training as well as my PTO balance.

Ever had to deal with kid-nay stooooones of your own? If not, you are a lucky, lucky son of a gun. If so, pray tell. Misery loves company, after all.