Encouragement from … ??

July 29, 2009

My mother got me hooked on Notes From The Universe.  It’s a daily email from the great abyss of, well, the Universe.  Usually, it’s a clever little personalized message of encouragement and motivation.

I particularly like the one that awaited me this morning:

“Look at it like this, E, the more challenging your life story has been so far, the bigger the goose bumps for future generations who retell it to their kids.  Who will no doubt add, “And if EE was able to do all that, so can you!

We’ve barely just begun – The Universe”

If you’d like to get your own daily shot of inspiration, you can do so here.

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Enjoying The 1, Before There Are 2

July 27, 2009
Pieter in his "sweet spot"
Pieter in his “sweet spot”

This is the last week of just having 1 pup in the house. Read: this is the last week of calm and serenity in the house, like for the rest of our lives!

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In preparation, we cleaned, we hung mini blinds (because the neighbors were probably sick of watching us walk around half naked), we took Pieter to get his nails clipped, and followed it up with a trip to the lakeside park.

I took some video of our time there. Pieter was absolutely pooped after about 20 minutes so it didn’t even give us a chance to get bored. That little guy definitely needs to work on his stamina.

Happy & tired, as all dogs should be

Happy & tired, as all dogs should be

There have been moments this week that I’ve felt so excited to be bringing Lexi home, and I think about how great it will be for Pieter to feel a little more protected … for him to have someone to play with and boss around. But then I remember that he is a very wimpy dog. He is easily intimidated, and – call me crazy – but I think bringing home a German Shepherd/Rottie mix could have an adverse affect on him than just “another playmate”. I feel guilty.

Check out that tongue!

Check out that tongue!

So, here are some shots of my little man – pre-Lexi, that is.


Preparation

July 24, 2009

We will be bringing home a bundle of joy next weekend … an 8-week old German Shepherd/Rottweiler pup.  We’ve met her, love her and have named her Lexi.  I’m excited to get to know her better, and am very hopeful that she and Pieter quickly become friends and that she doesn’t suddenly become the giant monster that lives to dominate and scare the crap out of my baby Pieter.  I’ve dealt with new puppies before, but being that she is going to be a large breed dog, with all the stigmas that come attached, we are very adamant that she be healthy, balanced, and well trained.  So, I’ve spent the last hour or so reading up on basic “puppy preparation” articles.

As I’m reading, I think it’s very funny that we ever found a way to love these carnivorous, chewing, gnawing, urinating beasts!  I mean, seriously … we spend all this time and effort selecting nice homes, painstakingly choose furniture and décor, agonize over not spilling anything on the carpet or staining the flooring or walls … and then we invite an 8-week old WILD ANIMAL to come in and live with us!?!  What the hell is wrong with us?

Take a look at this paragraph, taken directly from an online article about puppies:

“In fact, biting and nursing is all puppies do at this stage, besides emptying their bowels and bladder at regular intervals.  When they arrive in your home, they bring all these behaviors with them.  In these new and unfamiliar surroundings, your pup begins to search for his litter mates and potential bite victims, and lo, he finds them soon enough – your hands and ankles!” 

Oh yeah, I can’t wait!!  Bring it on.

Another thing, anyone who knows me knows that I am a planner.  Okay, that is an understatement.  I don’t really think there is anything “extreme” about my planning practices, but I’m positive there are people who would disagree quite aggressively with that opinion.  I’m a list-maker, a checker-offer, a calendar updater.  Oh – and I get very agitated when life doesn’t quite agree to the plans I’ve made for it.  Now, I don’t necessarily think this is a bad thing.  I happen to be someone who takes responsibility seriously, therefore I want to make sure I have covered all the bases and won’t leave anyone hanging so to speak.  So, as is fitting of my personality I jotted down a few sample routines for us to follow once the pup is in our care.

Typically, our day consists of: working out, work, eating, and relaxing.  So, a normal work day for us right now might look like this:

 

6:30am – rise & shower7:15am – head to work

5:15pm – arrive home

8:00pm – jog or workout

10:00pm – hit the hay

And usually, Pieter gets taken out in the morning, when we return from work, and before bed.  Puppies require more exercise, attention, and more potty breaks and & socialization.  So, this is not something we can ignore … we must find a way to introduce these things into our pretty low maintenance current schedule.  Here is my proposition:

5:00am – jog w/ dogs6:30am – shower

7:15am – relieve dogs; head to work

5:15pm – return; relieve & play w/ dogs

8:00pm –workout

9:00pm – return; relieve & play w/ dogs

10:00pm – hit the hay

 It seems harmless.  It looks like just a few little tweaks to the schedule, right?  It’s going to be so great to have a puppy again … now that we have the room, and can run and take her outside.  I think Pieter will enjoy her as well, and when he’s had enough and needs to hide from the crazy beast he can retreat to our bedroom or any other location he deems suitable for exile.    But, still, there is a growing fear inside of me that says, “RUN! Your life is about to go to hell!!”

But, who can resist puppy dog eyes?  Seriously … my fiancé can really turn on the “please please” when he wants to.


Beginnings …

July 23, 2009

A year ago, we were splitting our time between work, the gym, his place & mine.  It was new love.  The kind we had waited our entire lives for, and while we enjoyed every fraction of every moment of it, there was the nagging feeling of anxiety while we waited for the other shoe to drop.  I was convinced that at any point in time he would spill the beans and tell me about his 13 children from 11 different mothers.  There just had to be SOMETHING wrong with him, but I couldn’t imagine what it could be, so I naturally braced myself for the worst!  That conversation never presented itself.  All through the summer I spoke to my girlfriends and can recall saying repeatedly “I just didn’t realize human beings were physically capable of being this happy”.  It blew my mind!  Rocked my world!  Made me question all the other things I thought I knew about the world and life within it.

 

A month later, he flew with me to Kentucky to meet my family for the first time.  Three weeks after that, we packed up and moved from Jacksonville to Orlando, and began the adventure of life together.  With the economy being what it is currently, our life isn’t exactly as we anticipated when we made the plans and packed the U-Haul, but I can honestly say that we are happy with each other.   And there hasn’t been much rest either.  We’ve flown to Chicago and Cincinnati, traveled to several beach locations within Florida, became engaged, I started a business, we just moved into our first house together last week, and yesterday we put a deposit down on a new puppy.

 

Presently, money is extremely tight – bad economy, planning a wedding, buying a house.  I’m working 2 ½ jobs and have put my business on hold for a few months while we try to take care of wedding deposits and furnishing the house.  And the gym – the place where we met and the activities that we share in common – has taken a back seat to stress and work and packing and planning.  But now that we are moved in, it’s time to setup new routines and re-visit the plans we want to accomplish. 

 

Light is just around the corner – we can see it, and are naturally beginning to squint our eyes in anticipating of the blaze … but I’m fighting it.  I don’t want to block out of my vision any miracle that makes its way to us.  This is it!  The beginning … don’t squint it out.