Chachi vs Ice Cream

Last night Adam brought home pumpkin pie, so we had a yummy treat. We had some ice cream in the freezer and finished it off with the pie, and poor Chachi was giving me such puppy dog eyes that I HAD to.

He pushed the ice cream container all over the kitchen and into the living room. Then when we pulled it off of his head he was so slimy, so he had an impromptu puppy baby wipe bath. Then he was less than amused, but with a belly full of ice cream he allowed it.

Halloween Pictures

To please the masses. These were taken at home, but when we had Chachi at a party it seems everyone with a camera was taking pictures of him, when he was happy. So I'll see if I can find some of those and share them too.

There's a whole lotta shakin' goin' on.

That might be the lamest title EVER!
So on the heels of NaBloPoMo, I'm going to keep this short. Like bulleted short.
1. There was a moderate earthquake last night. It was measured at 5.6, which is big enough for me, thankyouverymuch. We live pretty close to where it hit and I was home alone, pretty sure might pee my pants. The shaking lasted for close to a minute, but when you're completely freaked out, I'm sure time slows. Also when you're freaked out, you get stupid. I sat there unsure what to do. So finally I ran to an internal door way and tried to entice Chachi to come to me, but he didn't. Too busy barking at the earthquake. I took some pictures of how stuff fell over and came close to breaking. It'll be good fodder for tomorrow.
2. Halloween. I plan on dressing both pets. Hee hee... pictures to come. Think Internet superstars.
3. The baby, Murp or Betty. Call her as you will. She's still dancing on my bladder. She's healthy, growing at the rate she should be, and apparently she doesn't like earthquakes either.

Okay that's all I'm going to give up today. Starting tomorrow you will have at least 30 posts for your amusement. Adam even said he would do some posting. whoot whoot



Edited to add: Chachi didn't win the contest, although he was the cutest dog there. Some other dog dressed as a cowboy won. And he wasn't even wearing a home made costume! The injustice. But Chachi was a little doll. Everyone wanted his picture. He pranced around wearing his costume like it was nothing, whereas at home he would cower and hate it. Such a strange little beastie.

Also edited to add. Betty isn't the baby's name, just what I've taken to calling her.

Chachi tried to commit suicide!

I had a half eaten chocolate protein bar* on the coffee table in the living room and the phone rang so I went to answer it and when I came back the bar was gone. So obviously the small brown beast had taken it, leaving me to run around like a headless chicken to find the left overs. He had eaten about a third of a total bar, which put me into full on panic mode. I tried to call the vet's emergency line but it was busy, for nearly an hour! So when Adam got home we jumped back into the car and drove him to the vet. All the while I was frantically dialing and redialing the vet hoping to get through. When I finally did we were nearly there, and they suggested to bring him in to induce vomiting to get the chocolate out. However as luck would have it there wasn't enough chocolate in the bar to hurt him. He may have a tummy ache, but he will be okay.
Honestly can he just not put something his gaping maw? Yeah, didn't think so. Granted I shouldn't have left the bar on the table, but my brain isn't working to it's full capacity lately. Adam blames the parasite. Also the little bugger (the dog, not the Murp) knows not to take things off of the table. But his little walnut brain doesn't work well apparently when enticed with food.
Anyhow, luckily for us the vet didn't charge us anything, which is great since we've already paid for a semester at Stanford for his kids with all of the other surgeries that Chachi's had.

*I'm not eating them 'cause I love them, but rather I need 100 grams of protien a day. That's a whole heck of a lot of hard boiled eggs. Oh and did I mention I don't like eggs?

This post coming to you from behind finger smudged glasses.

Hello, I am in fact, not dead. Hurray.

I would like to say I've been busy, and I have been kinda. But the longer I waited to post, the more pressure there was, and then I knew I had to have the perfect post and ahhhhrg. Here it is, I'm sure it won't be perfect. I've already dealt with it, now it's your turn.

So my dad and Gay were here for 10 days. We went wine tasting, went to SF and did all of the touristy things and tooled around here commenting on the heat. Fun was had by all, most days. I've discovered my dad is a picky eater, and authentic cuisine isn't to his taste. Which I've noticed in other people who are from a very Caucasian areas such as the Okanagan Valley. Chinese food there is greasy, and to my palate, nasty. Here it's much more authentic and tastes different that Smith's Chinese Restaurant, found down town Small Town British Columbia. My dad didn't like it so much. Oh well, it was amusing for me to watch him eat a cheese burger at a Mexican place because he's adamant that he doesn't like roll-ups (burritos in Dad speak). All in all it was fun.

My little brother turned 28 2 weeks ago. Frightening.

The Murp is all Murpy. I don't have much to report. I have been having interesting bouts of wicked motion sickness in the car. I've resorted to having a puke bag nearby at all times while in the car. This development is strange and it sucks! Let me tell you though, this baby had better be really cute!

Adam and I have been looking at some townhouses. They are painfully expensive, but so pretty. After dealing with the possessed shower (which oscillates between hot and cold all of the time) and all of the bloody ants, a new place is so welcoming. The draw back? Our favorite place, which is a 3 bedroom 1600 square foot place is nearly 800K! Sigh. I don't think I can sell a kidney for that much, even if I gold plated it! Also in the past couple weeks the jumbo mortgages around here have tanked, which makes getting a mortgage hard. A lot of lenders are being extra cautious, so lending to non-permanent residents isn't their top priorities. So it looks like we're going to have to wait a little and see what the market does and how the rates react. Hopefully the market will drop a little, rates will stabilize and we can buy. Then the market will skyrocket and we will rejoice.

Bonsai turned 10 this month. In people years he's like 50, him and my dad seem to have a lot in common. Okay I am totally kidding. Bonsai, has much more hair!

Chachi is the same, goofy as ever.

Hmm well there is the post that people have been begging for. I actually have another post planned all full of insight, but I'm tired and my head hurts.

cheers.

Oh Senor!

Chachi seems to have eaten something not so good for his little tummy again. He's had a pukey day. If this is going to cost us $2500 again I'll just reach in and pull out the obstruction myself!
It's frustrating because we have been very diligent to make sure that there is nothing that he can eat that will harm him. We've taken away all stuffed dolls except one, which is still holding up. He's not allowed in the living room (with the evil couch) without us. We've bought a baby gate and leave him trapped in the kitchen when we're not home. We keep an extra diligent eye on him when he's outside to make sure he doesn't eat bark mulch, and yet, the puking! Luckily he is still eating regular food and drinking water, so I am optimistic. But really, how do you break a K-9 hoover of his hoovering ways? If we catch him eating something he stops when we tell him too, and never fights us when we pry his little mouth open and remove whatever he was eating.
Arg.
Also since he had his last surgery he gets the worst gas! WORST! I'm worried that if he gets another it will be impossible to be in a room with him, and he needs to be touching me. You may think I'm kidding when I wonder who has the more toxic gas, Adam or Chachi, but really, Chachi is baaaddddd. (how a 6 pounder can smell so bad is a wonder)
So all in all, bloody dog, eats all of the bad stuff, I worry. sigh.

T minus 12 minutes.

So technically I should be on my treadmill sweating away getting all warmed up for my trainer. I should. However my blog calls to me.
I have all of these posts planned to write, one about fraud, one about credit counselling, one about Kyle Brandt and also the usual drivel. But I only have 10 minutes, so I will talk about my house.
My house is a disaster. How can 2 adults and 22 pounds of pet make so much of a mess? Why do I hate cleaning so much? I am a wife, shouldn't I love it? Did I forget to take the housecleaning pill? Damn I knew I was forgetting something the day I said "I take you Adam...".
We're getting ready to go on vacation to BC. We leave Thursday after Adam gets off work and we're going to drive until we're bleary eyed, then we will sleep and drive until we get there on Friday. I'm not looking forward to the driving. Although I am a Berkan in name now, I have not yet assimilated the love of the open road. The Harker in me pukes and gets grumpy. It's going to be a fun ride!
So today I must pack! I am packing for the dog, who requires a crazy amount of stuff. I also am packing various gifts for various children I need to see while I'm there. Also I need to pack clothes for me and Mr. Berkan. If left to his own resources he would be really stinky after 2 days on the boat. I don't like sleeping with the stinky man, I like the Kenneth Cole* version of that man. I'm also a cleaning maniac today. I want to take everything off of our counters and give them an extra good scrub to ensure no little ants come and infest our house. They've been the bain of my existence for the past while and I don't want to come home to find them everywhere. I am hesitant to get ant bait because of the small beastie we have who eats everything. I think one very expensive vet bill a year is good, and we're one past our limit already this year.
So that's me lately.
Oh yes I must remember to pack vats of sunscreen. I've declared that I won't get burnt on this trip, but now I'm worried. Adam and I went to a festival on Sunday and I was in the sun for 3 hours and managed to get burnt, and I was wearing properly applied 70 SFP. So I guess I should reapply every 2 hours. I wonder what the long term affects of sunscreen is?
Well I have one minute.

* it's his cologne

Oh that dog!

Thanks for all of the well wishes for Chachi.
He's doing a lot better. He has a lot more energy now and plays almost as much as he used to, he does get tired quickly and sleeps a lot, but that's okay. He can't jump more than a couple inches so he can't jump onto his favorite chair or onto the bed. We did make some stairs for him to get onto the couch, and he's using them now.
Last night we were playing some games and I was keeping an eye on him, just to make sure he doesn't get into anything. (When I'm at home I keep really close tabs on him, and when I'm gone I keep him locked in the kitchen, where there are less fluffy things for him to eat.) However last night I noticed that I hadn't seen him for about a half hour, so I did a frantic search of the house and I found him in his crate, just lying there, looking all innocent. (Isn't that always the way?) I called him out and he came to me and was all sulky, like he'd done something wrong. And then I saw a glint of something shiny on his blanket. It was a staple. So I flipped the dog over and sure enough there were 5 staples missing, and 10 angry staple holes. I only found 2 of the staples, so he must have eaten 3 of them. Of course I went into panic mode and called our vet (who is open 24 hours) and they told me when I confirmed that there weren't guts everywhere, to feed him some bread to cushion the staples.
What am I gonna do with this little beastie?

I found the pictures, read the post below first.

This was the day before he went into the hospital.
















This is my typical pathetic puppy. He loves to have his belly rubbed, even when he's really sick.





















This was taken yesterday when he got home from the hospital. The red bandage is from his IV. You can see how gaunt he is, poor puppy. He's really happy in this one though, he's surveying the house, happy to be home.
















This is this morning, you can see how naked his belly is, and his incision and his staples. He's so skinny and weak that he's always limp.

Chachins aka Puppins and another needle update.

Chachi came home yesterday, he was most excited when we left the vet and struggled to get into the car. I don't think I was moving fast enough from him, it was like he just wanted to get as much distance between him and the vet's office as possible.
He was sent home with a mini pharmacy of medications that we need to give him. We still haven't figured out the best way to do it. Today I improvised with peanut butter to try to get him to stop biting us. It was a little amusing. I placed the pill that we have to give him into his throat but he still managed to work it up and out of his mouth. Crazy dog. Eventually the two grown humans were able to out maneuver and over power the weakened 5.5 pound dog. Sad state of affairs really.
I think we're going to have to crate train him. It was something I wanted to avoid, but since he ended up so sick from eating everything, we need to be able to keep him safe from himself. Our plan is to crate him when we can't be with him, if it's for a short period of time, or keep him barricaded in the kitchen. He doesn't mind the crate, it's for a medium dog and he's a small dog so there is lots of room for him, and when he will just be in the kitchen it will be okay too, since it's a huge kitchen. Right now I have him locked in the office with me, and he finally fell asleep. He's rather stubborn, this little dog of mine. He sat next to the office door, giving me puppy dog eyes, sad that I made him stay in one room. I think he's picked up on some of Bonsai's tendencies, who hates to be locked out of a room. It's like they're ganging up on me!
So thank you to everyone who had well wishes for Chachi. I'm so relieved that he's better. It was really scary when they couldn't figure out what was wrong and he kept getting sicker and sicker. It broke my heart when he refused to eat- my puppy, the K-9 hoover wouldn't eat. It's all better now, he's eating like a champ!
I do have pictures of him with his bandage from his IV and pictures of his naked belly, complete with 9 staples. However I can't find where I put them on the computer. Check back tonight and I'll get Adam to help me.

Needle Update.
When I gave myself my needle last night everything went smoothly, except I didn't wait for the alcohol to dry and there was a lot of stinging. I also pressed harder and when I pulled the needle out there was a little pinch of skin caught between the needle and the syringe part. It made my tummy roil a little when it released as I pulled it out. I still have to pause half way through injecting myself. It's surreal to watch the liquid go into your body, it makes me lightheaded and I need to take a couple breaths. I really hope I don't have to go through all of this again. But I don't have my hopes up that this will be the cycle that "takes".
I think I can feel my right ovary, which is exciting because it's the one that refuses to work. Although since I've started all of this I am hyper aware of any twinges or cramps and it could be anything, or I could just be imagining it. I feel like I'm jaded and I won't get to actually enjoy the early part of being pregnant, since I get all of the early pregnancy symptoms every month from the injections they give me to trigger ovulation. So now when I have the classic early symptoms I know that it could mean nothing and I've stopped getting excited, instead I get rather annoyed. They can be painful and I'm tired of the pain for no reason! Oh well, maybe this cycle!
Cheers!

Chachi update. Needle update

Chachi is feeling better today. Adam and I went to visit him a couple times and as the day passed he became more aware. He is still really skinny, and his eyes look even more buggy. It's kinda cute.
We saw the blockage that made him so sick. It wasn't a discernible anything, there was some fluff from the couch, some fuzz from his bed, some bark mulch and some of my hair. Clearly he eats everything. I don't know how I can break him of that. We are going to throw away any of his toys which are stuffed, unless they are holding up really well (many aren't). The vet suggested rawhide toys and rubber toys. Chachi has those, but he loves stuffed toys. He loves to rip them open and tear their guts out. (chihuahuas eat small rodents in the wild and would shake it to kill it then rip it open and pull everything out, which is just how Chachi plays) Anyhow I hope he doesn't miss his toys. As for the couch, I think we're going to try and find some slip covers and if we can't I'll try to make some. It should be interesting!
Along with removing the blockage the vet also had to remove 14 inches of his intestines, which is 20% of the total length, which is a little scary to me. Having so much removed makes him at a higher risk of another blockage, which worries me. The vet explained that it's not uncommon for dogs to have this happen to them a couple times in their lives. Unlike livers, intestines don't grow back.
When they were looking at the blockage on the ultrasound they thought it was just a mass, which is easier to remove and causes less damage, but Chachi's was a long mass, that caused a lot of damage as it was pushed and pulled through his intestines. We were teasing him earlier that he wants to be like his Uncle Ceaser, who is Adam's mom's cat, who ate a polyester string a year ago in November and had something similar happen. Ceaser was a little less lucky and lost close to 3 feet of his intestines. However he is a fully recovered kitty, complete with his starlet complex.
When we were visiting him tonight, one of the techs suggested that we give Chachi some food since he might be more likey to take it while we are there. So she prepared a tablespoon of babyfood for him and gave it to me to give to him. I sat Chachi down in his little cage and gave him the plate of food and he gobbled it down in record time. I was insanely happy to see my little dog eat, especially since I was doing everything all week to get him to eat. So, it looks like he'll be better now. He's going to be the toughest chihuahua on the block with all of his scars. He will have three scars on his belly now, all acquired in less than four months.
Thanks for all of your good wishes, and I'll post pictures soon.

On to my needles.
I know I shocked some people by talking about it last time. I'm sorry.
Today was a little better, I hesitated less, but it still sucked. It also stung a lot, but it's a short sting. I can't get over watching the needle enter my skin, it's so weird and surreal. The needle is tiny and sharp, so there is no resistance going in, but I still don't want to push down too hard when I actually depress the plunger. I expect I'll get better at it.
I learned a couple things tonight:
1. Before I fill the syringe with saline I need to first fill it with air, and inject the air into the bottle so that I will get the right amount of saline. I didn't do that last night and I ended up not getting enough saline, but I think I still had enough of the dose. (I mix the saline with the powdered hormones.)
2. When pulling the needle from your body, pull straight out. I pulled at a slight angle today and the tip of the needle caught on the inside of my skin and kinda scratched/ popped it's way out. It gave me the shivers.

Hopefully tomorrow I'll get everything perfect.

Of the Puppy ICU and Needles.

Yesterday wasn't a good day at all. It was up there with the no good, terrible, very bad days. Chachi hadn't gotten any better and the vet had no clue what was wrong. I called them frequently to keep them up to date and ask what else I could do. I was frantic because he'd gone from puking yellow bile to puking nasty green something. The vet techs first told me a couple days ago to stop feeding him, which I wasn't and so they just deduced it was coming from his intestines. Then yesterday I called again freaking out because he still wasn't eating and he had gotten so weak he couldn't jump up onto his chair or the couch. When I called them they suggested that I force feed him. We did. He puked it up 45 minutes later. So we made another trip into the vet. And we waited, then we had to leave because I had a doctor's appointment, so we made an appointment for Chachi for later in the evening.
When we returned to the vet Chachi was the same, (him and Adam sat in the car while I was at the appointment, more on that later) we were scurried in, and when they weighed him it showed that he'd lost half a pound since Saturday, which is a lot when you're only 6 pounds to start with. The vet decided to do an ultrasound, so he had to shave Chachi's belly, and now he's naked- again. The ultrasound showed that he had an obstruction is his intestines and it would require surgery. So Chachi was admitted to the ICU because he wasn't stable enough for surgery. He was really dehydrated and too weak. They started him on IV fluids and he was set to rest for a couple hours. The vet did the surgery at midnight and called us at one to tell us that it was a lot more complicated than expected. Apparently whatever he ate shredded a short section of his intestines and they had to remove a portion. The vet has no clue what is that he ate, but they did save it for Adam and I to look at, it might make sense to us.
Today Chachi is stable, but they won't start him on food until tomorrow. He has to stay in the ICU until tomorrow at the earliest. We do get to go and visit him though, which is nice.
Poor guy, it's only been four months since he had his abdomen cut open, and here we go again. And he's naked again! It's like he's destined to have a bald belly.

(The next part is about me and my getting pregnant shenanigans, there is a little TMI. You've been warned.)

My doctor's appointment yesterday was a giant pain in the... lower bits. I am starting the injectable hormones this month, but before they'll prescribe them I have to have my ovaries checked to make sure that they aren't covered in cysts. (they weren't, which makes sense since I don't have PCOS) The doctors want me to have the surgery that I need before I do this, but I don't want to waste another month. Hopefully I won't need it at all, because, frankly I don't want it. We're hoping that my stubborn ovary will work and I won't need the surgery at all. So everything was clear and I was able to get the prescription. When we finally got home I prepared a needle and realized that I lost about a quarter of the volume, so I did it again and I was extra careful that there were no drops and I still lost the same amount. Adam explained that because I was mixing a powder into a liquid the volume could change. I think it's odd that the volume would be less, but I'm not the science-y one in this marriage.
Anyhow I get the needle all ready, and then panic. I don't like needles, there is no way on this green earth that I could plunge a needle into my delicate, very white flesh*. Adam assures me that I can. Then he refused to do it for me. (seriously if a husband won't stab you with a needle....) So I sat down and cleaned the spot, pinched a section and I hovered the needle over my target. And panicked. I can't even watch when I get blood drawn, how in the world can I stick a needle into myself? Adam, always supportive, told me to hurry up. Sigh. I made a lame attempt and pulled back at the last moment, then I plunged again, but too slowly. As I watched the needle disappear into me, I got all queasy and had to take a deep breath, but I still felt the needle going through the various layers. I was clearly going too slow. When the needle was all of the way in me I injected the hormones. The plunger was hard to depress and I was too scared to use too much pressure. Eventually I was able to inject it all and pulled the needle out. Then I watched as a little droplet of the fluid came up out of the hole I poked into my skin. It dried and I survived.
I still have to do it four more times.
I better get a baby or two out of all of this!
*I have to give myself the injections into my stomach which has never seen the sun, so the skin is really fair.

Okay I'm off to visit Chachi.

Happy Cinco De Mayo

Today is Cinco De Mayo. It's a crazy big party here, like St. Patrick's Day at home. (which is also a big party here) I spoke about it last year here.
Adam and I had grand plans for this weekend. First we made plans to go camping in Yosemite, but it's still below freezing overnight and we want to bring Chachi. Our first plan nixed. The we decided to go to Monterey Bay Aquariaum, but then Chachi ate something that made him really sick.
Chachi spent all day Thursday barfing and being really pathetic. Then Friday we was listless and refused to eat or drink, so I took him to the vet. They pronounced that he must have eaten something and he should be okay today. They gave him sub. q. fluids, medication and a sedative. Today he was barfy again and would not eat or drink, so we took him back. The vet took blood, x-rayed him and gave him more fluids and medication. Once home he puked on Adam, then again later, this time a lovely shade of green. My poor puppy has been poked several time, been probed anally to check his temp. and been manhandled to see if there is an obstruction. It would be an understatement to say that he's in a bad mood. Even sick he has a lot of fight in him. When the vet tech. took his blood it was a 3 person job, which is a little funny considering he's only six pounds, and he was muzzled! Hopefully he is a little better tomorrow, because he's cleaned us of all of our couch savings, which is really unfortunate because the place he chose to barf on was the couches! *have I ever mentioned how much I love Oxy Clean?* I do think that is feeling a little better; someone came to the door and he was able to muster enough oomph to bark at them, very convincingly, then took a nap.
My poor little puppy.
So next weekend we are going to go camping and perhaps the weekend after we'll go to the Aquarium.

Happy Cinco De Mayo everyone!

How to make your dog smaller.

Exhibit A.
Normal sized Chachi.

Then using the patented, special elixir,
et voila!
Small Chachi!

Mish Mash, vol ?

On Decluttering.
I was on a message board a couple weeks ago and saw that there was a thread where people were posting their goals on how many things they were going to throw away and declutter their lives. I thought it was a great idea, but unsure if I could just throw away stuff. But, ya know? I can! This weekend I threw away another 5 pair of shoes. I know shocking, 5 pairs! I was a little aghast but I hadn't worn them in over a year and they were takin' of space and we were paying people to move them, seemed ridiculous to me. So they're gone, although I had to get Adam to actually carry them to the garbage. Baby steps, right? I also garbaged some other random stuff, which takes my number up to 14. Which made me wonder, what would be a good goal for me? 100? 250? 500? 1000? Before we moved I culled my wardrobe, reducing it by two thirds, but I won't count that, since it's done.

On Trolls.
So you know that I have anonymous commenters. Mostly I'm fine with them, but I don't like them being rude, or lecturing me. Arg. So if you love me, tell me.

On Spring.
Spring has sprung! It's been springing for a while, but it's wasn't quite there, and now it's all sproinged! I'm spleased! I find it a little amusing that I'm getting excited over spring, uh, springing, since there was no snow, no cold to shake. However the fresh cut grass smell, and the blooming flowers, and even the ozone smell of rain, I love it all! I've always said that I love spring and fall best and here I am in the land of spring and fall!

On Ceramics.
I don't have any new photos, but I have a bunch of new pieces. Right now I am making a fist of rock for my brother, although he doesn't know it. I'm also making tiles for my table, rather than use mosaic tiles to create a design, instead I'm making puzzle piece tiles, and giving them an interesting finish. I can't wait until it's done and I can show you.

On Chachi.
Regan wrote how her chihuahua is a surly teenager, and it made me think of Chachi. Adam and I joke that he's a teenager with the quirks of one. To elaborate, he'll sleep all day given the chance. He would love nothing more than for me to lay in bed all day so he could too. When I get up in the mornings he gives me the look disgust and makes his way over to the couch in the sun. He's developed a selective listening habit, which is highly annoying. I have proven to be more stubborn than a five pound chihuahua, which I think is a feat on it's own. He'll do anything for food, be it puppy treats or human food. Hoever he only has a taste for high end treats though, won't eat the cheaper ones, but he will play with them. For some reason he figures he's the enforcer and when I chide the cat for something he runs over and nips at him. Why Bonsai doesn't lay the smack down on him is beyond me.

On My New Blog.
It's call What I Had For Lunch. I find often when I am talking to Gay (my stepmom) I relay recipes that I have recently made. I figure this will be a good way for me to keep track of everything I make and how I did. I like to take a recipe and alter it to make it more my taste, and I always forget what I did, or lose the post-it I wrote it on and stuck to my cupboard door. Also the number of times I've asked Gay for her chocolate pudding recipe is shameful.... It's so good though, it's English style, so it's cakey, not all gooshy like American pudding. De-vine!

On Bosu
Oh I heart a Bosu more than ever now. So much so that I might have to buy one. I still use them a lot when I work out, but now I'm using it while I work with weight, which really adds to the workout. Julie's started having me to pushups on them. It's freaky hard, but I can do it! I was explaining to my friend Lauren, who I started my journey into climbing with, about the rush I get when I work out with a bosu. I love the feeling of accomplishment I get when I can do something on it. Although I love to strength train, I never has the same feeling of accomplishment, but when I do it with the bosu, I do. It's great.

So I think that mostly covers what's going on in my life.

I'm Back?

I hope that blogger and I can get along again. I really missed my dear friend, but sometimes she's (I think Blogger is a she) is a little picky, like we can only be friends if no one is around. But I set her straight. I don't play like that. But we're all good now.
So Chachi, and the snippage. Poor guy, he didn't like the vet. He went in on his birthday and he was neutered, but since only one of his balls had dropped they had to cut him twice to find the missing one, it was tucked up behind his bladder. But now it's all out. Adam says that he's a mule now. And to clarify, a mule like he can't reproduce, not a mule that we will transport drugs from Colombia in. He also had an ID chip implanted and all of his baby teeth pulled. Sigh, poor guy it was like he got the celebrity come back special from some cheap-o plastic surgeon. He's better now, with his bald belly. I have noticed a few personality changes, he's less aggressive, not that he was ever mean, but he was good at the passive aggressive stuff (like a teenaged girl!). He was notorious for pooing on the carpet in the living room, or we would find a nice pee spot somewhere. But now there has been none. He's been even more lovey, which I didn't think was possible. Really he's Chachi, but sweeter! We should have done this 6 months ago! Now to get him to stop lifting his leg when he pees....
And the new place. Oh to be clear, we'll be saving $7200 a year, not a month. That's $600 a month. Which is nice. Regan, I think it's cause we are leaving a managed property. The house we are moving to is privately owned, and it's an old house. We won't have brand new appliances like we do now, and the house is a little bit creaky. But it's so cute! I love it, I love the brick wall in the kitchen, and the old sky light in the bedroom, stuff like that which gives it character. I have never liked apartment buildings where every suite is like the next. As for cheaper, we looked at a lot of places and I wouldn't even look at anything over $2000, which is about the median price here. CRAZY!
Oh yeah, we're not moving to Arizona, I've lived enough of my life in a desert, I don't like the dry, nosebleed causing air. Especially after living here, the humidity is perfect. I did comment that it was muggy in our room in Arizona, but outside was dry. We were driving around one day and Adam just sprouted a nose bleed. Kinda ewwey.
In other news, nothing really. I'm trying to declutter everything. I have to go through my clothes and throw away anything I haven't worn in a year. It's going to be hard, 'cause there is a lot of stuff. I will be ruthless, I may cry. I have some really cute skirts and stuff that I bought in Korea that I love, but I have worn them once or twice and I keep hauling them around with me. But so cute. Oh well, it's not like I can't buy more clothes. I have also accumulated this huge magazine collection, which I need to cull. Really who needs to know if Star Jones and Mr. Star Jones have a good marriage, or if Britney is going to pay K-Fed the 50 Mil. he wants. Okay I care about the latter. THINK OF THE CHILDREN PEOPLE, THE CHILDREN! And I've never liked this K-Fed guy, he's a slimey chunk o' white trash, yo.
Well now that I have babbled about nothing, and insulted a quasi celebrity, I will be leaving you all for now.