Thursday, January 27, 2011

Tick, Tick, Tick, Tick.....

My dog, Abbie, is a ticking time bomb.

I am counting down the hours until she is considered safe from the "throw up period". Only 20 hours, 18 minutes, and 23 seconds remain.

You see, I took the dogs out for their afternoon outing and when we walked by the dumpster I planned on throwing the bag of dog poop into the trash. What I didn't plan on was what was lying on the ground. It happened in such a blur that I hardly know what happened myself.

I had stepped over something that looked like fish scales to me and as I tried to keep the dogs heads up from sniffing it I wasn't fast enough. One look at Chloe's jaw moving around and I figured she'd snagged whatever it was on the ground. I immediately set to work trying to open her jaws and finally managed to get my hand in there and pull out a small gray mass of who knows what.

While giving my full attention to Chloe's circumstance I unfortunately missed out on what Abbie was up to. I was feeling triumphant over getting the mush out of Chloe's mouth until I realized the piece I had seen on the ground was much larger than what I pulled out of her jaws. One glance at Abbie told me she'd snatched the major of the 2 pieces on the ground and was attempting to swallow it.

I immediately jumped to Abbie and pried her jaws open as she continued to battle it out with chewing and swallowing the massive object. All I saw in the back of her throat was something that resembled a fish's tail. Scales and all. I tried getting my hand in there to pull it out but it was too late! I grabbed the back of her neck and attempted numerous moves, anything I could think of, that would cause her to throw up the contents she had just consumed but to no avail.

I was in a flurry of panic, growing frustrated and dealing with the onset of a dangerous sugar low all at once. You can imagine how frazzled I looked.

Needless to say, I am now awaiting the arrival for the contents of her stomach to resurface. I'm sure her stomach is being put to the test as we speak on how well it can digest.

And so I wait, with every passing tick-tock of the clock. . . . .

Icy Waterfall

This morning found me cleaning the kitchen and taking care of little odds and ends. After emptying out the 2 ice trays we have I refilled them and moved to the freezer to place them inside. As I tried to put the trays down I noticed the package of bacon was causing problems by sliding underneath the trays. I pushed the bacon to the back of the freezer, put the trays down and shoved the door closed. I assumed the bacon was clearly out of the way and all was well in the icebox.

However, we all know what assuming gets you.........

A few hours later I swung the freezer door open to place something inside and out sprung the 2 ice trays at full force. All of the unfrozen ice cubes came hurling out and doused me and the floor in an icy bath. It caught me off guard and I didn't even have time to jump back as I shrieked and yelled, "OH!"

If the bacon hadn't been so pushy the ice trays never would have gone over the edge. But then again, who was it that placed the bacon where it was..........

I blame myself. LOL!

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Wake Up Call

I have been married for 9 months now and in that time it has been a growing experience for both my husband and I. We've learned how to read each others moods, when to offer encouragment and when to be silent, who likes what on their sandwiches, as well as many other interesting things that make a husband and wife tick.

One thing I've realized about my husband is that he talks in his sleep. During the first week of our marriage I was hit in the stomach and grabbed around the neck on 2 separate occasions. I remember laying there beside him with wide eyes wondering, "What in the world did I get myself into....."

Things have definitely toned down since then but every once in awhile he wakes me up with his night time rambling. At one time I tried to talk back to him and figure out what he was dreaming about but asking questions tends to just make him more agitated. I've learned to be a silent listener when he speaks out during the midnight hour.

Last night was no exception. I was awakened rather abruptly when my husband practically sat up in bed saying rather forcibly, "Ya, I get you. I pick up what you're throwing down!" At that moment I figured he must have been dreaming about some kind of confrontational event.

Not one to get in the middle of things, despite my curiosity, I kept my lips sealed and inched closer to my side of the bed. LOL

Sweet dreams!

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Tattooed

I was born a blondie, through and through. My eyelashes are so blond you can hardly even tell they are there. It's unfortunate but in order to even appear as though I have eyelashes I use a little mascara to make them visible.

This morning as I was getting ready to apply the mascara to my left eye I somehow managed to hit my cheek with the brush as I raised my hand. I looked in the mirror at a black line across my cheekbone. It looked like I'd been playing in black tar. I puffed the air out of my cheeks and wondered if my daily battles with mascara are really worth it.

I reached up to wipe the smear away and instead of lifting the black stain lacing my cheek it seemed to spread into a line twice as long as it once was. I immediately started scrubbing my cheek and as I rinsed my fingers off I looked up into the mirror. I noticed there was still a gray tinged line marring my cheekbone and it wasn't going anywhere.

Had I known the mascara was going to tattoo my face I would have at least made it into a cool design.

Like a flower, or a butterfly, or a ............

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Trailer Tag

Since I am living in a trailer I can't deny the fact that I've heard the phrase "when the trailer's a rockin', don't come a knockin". Soooooo classy.

This morning found my dogs in rare form and all 3 of them were rip-roaring around the trailer playing a game of what appeared to be tag. They were running back and forth up the length of the trailer and I can honestly say that the trailer was rocking amidst all the commotion. Rather than have the trailer shaken off it's stabilizers I broke up the rat pack and put an end to their game.

I feel as though I should hang a sign on my trailer that reads "Dogs At Play" because if this trailer is rocking, well.............the sign speaks for itself.

Do You Hear What I Hear

I was out walking the dogs along the railroad tracks this afternoon when I heard a noise. I continued to hear a faint whistle sound and although it was rather quiet it sounded as though it were close by. I looked around to see where it could possibly have come from but all I saw was an old warehouse with birds lining the roof. The faint whistle seemed to follow me as I walked along and I turned my head left and right trying to figure out what was causing the sound.

When I realized it wasn't coming from anything nearby I took note that we were walking into the wind and came up with the conclusion that it must be my nose or my ears causing all the commotion. I couldn't decide which it was. When I turned my head away from the wind the whistle disappeared. It didn't sound like it was coming from my ears due to the rush of the wind, and my next best guess was that it was the wind blowing past my stuffy nose.

Although I wasn't able to put my finger on what was causing the noise, I do know that when I changed direction away from the wind it was complete silence.

No matter which it was I'd still like to think that my nose doesn't whistle.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Over the Shoulder

After finding an old discarded sign in the dirt yesterday I was ready to explore further and see what other "treasures" I could come across. With all 3 dogs in tow, pepper spray tucked to the hip, and cell phone in my pocket I led the dogs south along the railroad tracks that run parallel to the road where we're staying. I keep an eye on the road as we walk a ways off to the side of it and normally when the road ends we turn around and head back home. Not today. I was in the mood for exploring and wanted to see what else I could find.

The dogs and I continued on along what appeared to be some old dirt tracks that wound through scrub brush and desert bushes. We came upon some abnormally large bushes and while walking past them I felt it was time to throw a cautionary glance over my shoulder and take in my surroundings. As I looked behind me my eyes came across a middle aged man sitting in the shade of the bush. My breath caught in my throat as my heart stopped beating for a second. In the back of my mind it was what I expected to see but I didn't expect it to be true. Due to the angle of the sun and the shadows it created I missed his outline among the dark colors. He was staring straight at me and without looking as startled as I felt I threw out a "hello". He offered a wave and replied back that I had nice dogs but rather than stay for chit chat I continued on my walk......and in a roundabout way we gave a wide circle around the man in the bush and came home.

.............especially after seeing all the gunshot shells out there.

Definitely not a place I'm showcasing to my Mom when she comes to visit.

Wrist Action

I was just holding my head up with the use of my hand while gazing at the computer screen. All of a sudden I saw something flicker out of the corner of my eye. I looked out the window a few inches from my head and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. I turned back to the computer and saw the flicker again......only this time I felt it too.

I looked at my wrist and watched as my pulse beat a rhythm, causing my skin to bulge AT LEAST a quarter of an inch, in and out, and THAT is what I saw out of the corner of my eye. It might not have been a neck twang like I normally get but it sure looked as if something was trying to break out from under my skin.

I'm surprised my stomach didn't break out in a tune all its own at the sight of it. LOL!