time after time

Song Lyric of the Day:

Sometimes / You picture me / I’m walking / Too far ahead

9:16PM.
I officially kicked off The 33 Days of Pattie on Thursday, exactly 33 days before my birthday (September 17). I figure I’m going to be a palindrome this year, so why not? I’m not doing anything particularly special, maybe just doing something all for me one day or trying something new the next. So what have I done so far?

Thursday: Declared the start of The 33 Days of Pattie and got ideas from friends (take macro photos, skydive (uh, maybe next year), go skinny dipping (not bloody likely)
Friday: Deleted the last 13 unwatched episodes of Prison Break off TiVo (I figure someone has to buy the season two set for my birthday)
Saturday: Tried pineapple on pizza for the first time — and liked it; took pictures of and from the Gay Street Bridge downtown for the first time ever
Sunday (today): Bought books for my soldiers in Afghanistan for the next round of care packages; excavated the long bureau in my bedroom

Feel free to make suggestions. Within reason, of course. You can send the illegal ones directly to me via email.

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Other than deciding to try to really enjoy my birthday this year, I haven’t been up to a whole lot since I last updated. Basically, I watched my dogs come down from their two-day high of puppysitting Willow, worked, saw Rich off on his second solo vacation, and gave in and went to the doctor about the hot flash/overheating problem I’ve been dealing with. The good news: It’s not early onset menopause. (Hearing the words “early ovarian failure” spoken aloud by my doctor really trivialized all my bravado joking that I might actually be heading into early onset menopause. I may not want a kid right now, but I’m pretty sure I will in a couple of years.) The bad news: Blood tests didn’t show anything else, so we still don’t know what’s causing this. This morning, as I was gathering books in our guest bedroom to take to McKay’s, I got so overheated I threw up. So I think I need to call my doctor again tomorrow.

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As I mentioned, Rich went on his second solo vacation of the year. He and some friends hit up GenCon in Indianapolis. So what did I do while he was gone? Friday I worked from home, but the evening was a wash thanks to a migraine. You know — one of those really fun ones where every step you take hurts and blinking is excruciating.

Yesterday I met Caren and Kelley at Tomato Head on Market Square for lunch. I have to say, they really do have the best gourmet pizza in town. After lunch, we checked out the Farmers’ Market (it runs through November), browsed the local shops, and made our way to Gay Street. I was happy to see Yee-Haw Industries was open — it’s never open when Rich and I are down there. Caren suggested we check it out, and we were all glad we did — not only does the shop sell prints of its vintage-style posters, postcards, calendars, etc., but the owner, Kevin, let us walk around and explore the shop. I took a bunch of photos, of course. As much as I enjoyed looking around, I can only imagine how much Rich will enjoy exploring it when he gets a chance, as he loves print and graphic design. Now I just need to get frames for the Cat in Space and Dog in Space cards I bought.

After hitting Mast General Store, we called it a day. I then spent a quiet evening home with the kids, watching the pilot episode of Flash Gordon (LOVE the high-def channels), and actually enjoying it. I’ve already set up the season pass on TiVo. Of course, it doesn’t hurt one bit that Flash Gordon himself, Eric Johnson, is quite pretty in high-def. Rowr.

Today, I started the day off with a bang by vomiting (see above). I felt well enough to go ahead and hit McKay’s as planned, only to discover that their prices have increased even more since my last visit. I’m sorry — $4.95 for a used paperback? No thanks. I ended up getting some really great deals at Hargreaves Books instead, so my soldiers are still going to get some books (including new paperbacks for only $3.99).

After lunch with Tamara and Jamie, I came home, where I’ve been on a laundry-cleaning-organizational-bureau-excavating bender ever since.

Rich should be home any minute now, so I’m going to wrap this up for the night.

And those are the latest haps.

Song Lyric of the Day:

I’m walking Too far ahead You’re calling To me I can’t hear What you’ve said

Quietdrive / “Time After Time“

9:46AM.
Success! I just got an email from my AnySoldier contact, thanking me for the care packages Rich and I sent. He also requested Resident Evil and Madden Football video games, so I’ll have to hit McKay’s soon. While I’m thrilled he and his unit finally received the packages, I’m really just glad to hear that they’re okay.

Later today: The hubby returns!

8:32PM.
I don’t know how I made it through the day. Work was crazy busy, and I was — and still am — crazy tired; I had a congested, seemingly hot flash-filled night. I swear, you’d think I was going through “the change” several years ahead of schedule. Of course, 90+ degree days don’t help when you’re already feeling overheated.

Anyhoo, as I mentioned earlier today and via Twitter last night, Rich got home last night around 7PM. Caleb was beside himself with joy, Snoops was thrilled, and I was pretty happy, too. Although I didn’t show it in the same manner as Caleb did: I couldn’t find my tug rope or my headless, musical doll with which I could’ve shown off for Rich. We caught up, including Rich sharing lots of photos of his trip and visits with relatives. Of course, none of those photos were taken with our camera, which seems to be playing dead at the moment. Here’s hoping it’s not really dead.

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As if a tiring, stressful day wasn’t enough to deal with, no sooner had I turned onto our street tonight than I noticed Rich’s car parked in the cul-de-sac a few houses from our own, and him running across the neighbor’s lawn. I stopped and rolled down my window. “What’s wrong?” I asked. His one word reply: “Snoops.”

Seems our 12 1/2-year-old girl snuck out through the garage when Rich turned his back for a minute (he’d left the door that leads from the backyard into the garage open). He’d been driving around for several minutes by the time I pulled up, asking neighbors if they’d seen her and trying to track her through the neighborhood. I drove straight up the street, past our house, fervently hoping that Snoops, being a very regimented dog (running away notwithstanding), had followed our normal walking route. Sure enough, several houses up the street, she was following the curb (she was even on the right side of the street), visibly wilting in the 95-degree heat. I stopped the Xterra, hopped out, and grabbed her by the collar. She didn’t seem surprised that I’d found her, deciding to focus her efforts on barking at a dog in its fenced yard nearby. I called Rich, who drove up to us, we harnessed her up, and put her in the Xterra for the drive home. Snoops looked out the window on the drive back to the house, likely noticing yards she hadn’t yet gotten to during her great escape.

So while Caleb may seemingly get more attention because he’s the “puppy” of the two, make no mistake about it: Snoops is the brains of the operation. The stubborn, wily, sneaky brains of our two dogs. Once home, Snoops lay down, panting from the heat and exertion, and smiling from ear to ear, no doubt proud at having pulled one over on Mom and Dad.

And that’s how our dog became a 20-minute runaway.

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