You Better

You know you should do something to prevent something bad from happening, but you don't do and end up cursing yourself when the bad thing happens.

You better quit smoking or you are going to get lung cancer.

You better watch your cholesterol or you will have a heart attach and/or stroke.

You better get the oil changed in your car or the engine is going to EXPLODE (is that what happens if your oil goes unchanged?)!

You better do your physical therapy exercises and mix in some hula hooping or your back WILL go out and it WILL BE PAINFUL (and frustrating)!

I came home and awkwardly lowered myself into a hot bath and stayed there as long as possible  (40 minutes and then the water was not longer hot). Now, I am on a heating pad trying to take my mind of this pain. I can't get comfortable no matter what I do. Misery.

Pfffffffffffft.

I better get over myself or I will become a cry baby.

Duckling Love

Our Science teacher had a batch of incubated chicken eggs and a batch of duck eggs in her classroom. I missed the chicks hatching but was able to be there when this fella broke free:




Yeah, it was pretty amazing.
I get to see the birds grow bigger and bigger each day as are being raised at our school. Two of the ducks were born with special needs. Their names are Frankie and Nemo. More on that later.

Bottom line: if you have never seen a duckling hatch I recommend that you find a way to rectify that.

Right This Moment

I am in the bedroom, laying on a heating pad, listening to good music, texting friends and checking facebook.
Alabama Shakes is playing right this moment. Dale is in the living room playing DJ.

I am in a textversation with my good buddy who is telling me about how they are going to induce her on May 22 which happens to be my wedding anniversary. I told her that the Lord done blessed that day so she has nothing to worry about.... EXCEPT FOR THE FACT THAT SHE WILL HAVE A TINY HUMAN TO CARE FOR! THAT'S PRETTY CRAZY...but totally natural.

Hmm, what is new on Facebook? Oh, here is what's new..everybody is now posting recipes. WHAT IN THE HOLY HELL? I don't need to see the cheesy broccoli casserole you want to make but never will. Hello? That's what Pinterest is for! GOSH!

Right This Moment, I am trying to decide when to get my toes did. I'm thinking on Thursday, after I get my teeth did (some veneers have to be replaced).

I'm also thinking how my job can simultaneously suck and be super cool. How is that possible?

Oh lord, Dale has some trip-hop shit on the music machine. What is going on here? Sneaker Pimps 6 Underground is playing loud and proud right this moment. And suddenly, I am being transported back to 1997ish.  1997 Sarah needs a good manicure and some eyebrow shaping.

And just like that, we are listening to Hank Williams, Hey Good Lookin'.

I can hear Dale singing along.

Stitch

I have completed my first cross stitch project.

Well, it's the first one I have completed in my adult life. When I was a kiddo, my best friend's mother taught us both how to cross-stitch during Deacon Weekend.
(Deacon Weekend was a retreat weekend for Catholic Deacons and their families>)

In between viewings of Charlie and the Chocolate factory and going outside for nature walks, Miss Bee and I would sit down and cross stich as her mother looked on giving help and advice when necessary. The piece of advice I remember most was that we should only cross stitch when we are in the mood. Miss Bee's mom said the second we started to lose focus during our cross stitch we were to put it down and walk away. People tend to rush when they lose focus and mistakes are made when one rushes through their work. Cleaning up a cross stitch mess can be a challenge, so why not try and avoid them all together?

I think this advice applies to most projects one takes on.

Carpenters say, "measure twice and cut once."

Same thing.

: )

Spanx

Dale and I have our own secret language. Well, maybe not an entire language but we often make up words, phrases,  or use word or sound substitutions. For example, We say "tine" instead of "time". That would be a sound substitution. We say " Five times Friday" in response to "How much do you love me?" I'll ask him if he gave charlie a "billy" when asking if he rubbed Charlie's belly. You get the point.

Here is the important part, I sometimes say "spanx" instead of "thanks."

We understand each other.....except for this one time during the following text conversation:




Dale was able to find the temporary crown cement, but could not find the Spanx. If you don't know what Spanx are, you must be a dude.

Spanx is a brand of body shape wear. They are incredibly tight and hard to put on your body but they will make you look like you lost  a few pounds and smooth out any imperfections. They and NOT sold at HEB (Or CVS). This is a department store item my friend.

So, my sweet husband searched the pharmacy area for Spanx. When he could not find them, he asked the pharmacist what aisle they might be located. The pharmacist said they did not have Spanx.

When I need a laugh, I just think of Dale asking the pharmacist at HEB for Spanx. : )

Sick of 35

It's my last day to be 35 years old an I am spending it sick and in bed. That's just great. I have tickets to see Doug Stanhope at Red 7 tonight and I am going to try go but I am already having doubts.

This stinks.

I wanted to go see the roller derby on saturday.

I wanted to eat at Pearla's or Uchi, or Uchiko.

I wanted to buy some earrings at Kendra Scott with my 50% off birthday coupon.

Pffffffffft. Not going to happen unless this cold (or whatever it is) decides to leave my body in a few short hours. Instead of packing up to leave, the symptoms are getting worse and settling in for a long stay. Stupid sickness.


Tomorrow I will be 36 and I have a really good feeling about this year of my life. I like to say "thirty six." It sounds so nice. "Thirty five" sounded harsh and unbalanced. I never enjoyed saying that number. Nope. But "thirty six" is something fun to say. I like to raise the intonation on the second half of the number. I raise my eyebrows when I say "six".

I dare you to tell me 36 is anything but fabulous.

Dale says I can re-do my birthday weekend when I am feeling better. I think I may take him up on that.

Bullheaded Bedrest

Oh, Cooper. On March 10th we noticed his left leg was wobbly when he walked. This was a sign of back problems on the near horizon. Fortunately, we caught it early. He was put on a round of steroids and bedrest to try to avoid a third surgery. We are in week two of bedrest and so far, so good. Cooper is not super happy with not being able to chase squirrels, but he is getting extra kisses and cuddles to make up for that. Oh, and he was introduced to apples (honeycrisp). I caught that moment on camera for you:


This dog loves apples.

I'm going to document how we actually accomplish bed rest with a bullheaded dachshund. That post will hopefully happen soon.

See you then.