In case anyone is wondering, Maxie is doing fine. He went back to the vet on Tuesday and had a second glucose curve. Doc said that his blood sugar was going much lower and that he's where he thought he'd be in about six months not a week. So, instead of upping his dose right now, we're leaving it the same -- 1cc of insulin every morning. He is down to 17 pounds and is getting so thin! I kind of miss my big-fat-kitty. He feels so light when I pick him up.
In other news, I am getting yet another trainer. I had to leave girl trainer because our schedules didn't match. I was bummed about that because I really liked her! I got as a replacement Old Guy Trainer. He has been a trainer for 34 years. I told him when we met that he's been a trainer as long as I've been alive! NOTE: When someone has the ability to cause you great pain and you are paying them to do so, don't insult them before your session starts. So, now I'm getting another new trainer. I haven't met him yet, I only know his name. I hope he's good!
Not much else in the world of this maid of honor. I've often joked that if I had a stalker, he'd be a sad, bored little man. Heck, he could go on vacation and not miss anything! Oh well. There is something to be said for the comfort of routine.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
In other news... (and some wedding stuff, too)
Life has been crazy in the past week. Last Thursday morning, I woke up to Maxie (my formerly 28 lb cat who is now down to a svelte 18) scratching in my bed because he didn’t make it to the litter box. GOOD MORNING! For the past month or two he’s been walking like a little old man, and since he is a 10-year-old cat, I just thought he was getting old. Old I can handle. Incontinent I can’t. We went to the vet that day. I really thought the vet was going to tell me that I was going to have to put him down. He’s my big fat cat. I was heartbroken about it.
Come to find out, he has diabetes. Monday, he went to the vet for his glucose curve test and his blood sugar was down to just over 400 that morning. (Normal is between 80 and 150.) After his insulin, it was down to 218 by the end of the day. So now every morning, I give my cat an insulin shot with his breakfast. He is perkier and after only two days walking a little better.
From this experience, I have a whole other respect for parents. Honestly, Monday when I had to leave him at the vet’s office, I felt like I was leaving a piece of myself there. I know intellectually that he is a pet not a child. I know there is no real comparison in the two, and I treat him as a very spoiled pet and not as a child. But as I drove away, I had a small inkling of what parents of sick children must feel as they drive away from the hospital leaving their child behind in the care of doctors.
Last night I went to dinner with a bunch of folks who are working reporters and some students after an association meeting. We were talking about many different subjects and gyms and trainers came up. I was talking about mine and how I’m working toward the wedding. Male Reporter, MR, asked what color my dress was going to be. I had been joking about being a hobbit brides maid since I’ll be the shortest person there. When I told him purple, he pointed out to me that I wouldn’t be a hobbit, I’d be the Barney brides maid. Great. Just great. As if my concerns about looking fat weren’t already solidified enough, I now have to worry about looking like Barney! I guess I could just walk down the aisle humming “I love you, You love me, we’re a happy family…” Nah.
It also looks as if the bride’s stepmonster won’t be making an appearance at the wedding. As I mentioned in the last post, P’s aunts and grandparents had a very informal backyard dinner party for P & M when they were here. P’s father and stepmonster weren’t invited. (I can say monter because I’ve known her for over 20 years and she is just about the definition of the evil step mother in that she is two-faced and moody and has done everything in her power to put a wedge between P and her Father for the entire time.) It was a family gathering (P’s Mom, and her parents and sisters) and the Father and Stepmonster aren’t a part of that family. Heck, for the better part of the past few years, Father and Stepmonster haven’t been speaking to P because of various and a sundry perceived slights and insults. Now, because they “aren’t wanted anyway”, Stepmonster is most likely not going to come to the wedding.
Ahh, drama. It is amazing how it follows some people around and how another creates it when life suddenly isn’t all about her any longer.
Come to find out, he has diabetes. Monday, he went to the vet for his glucose curve test and his blood sugar was down to just over 400 that morning. (Normal is between 80 and 150.) After his insulin, it was down to 218 by the end of the day. So now every morning, I give my cat an insulin shot with his breakfast. He is perkier and after only two days walking a little better.
From this experience, I have a whole other respect for parents. Honestly, Monday when I had to leave him at the vet’s office, I felt like I was leaving a piece of myself there. I know intellectually that he is a pet not a child. I know there is no real comparison in the two, and I treat him as a very spoiled pet and not as a child. But as I drove away, I had a small inkling of what parents of sick children must feel as they drive away from the hospital leaving their child behind in the care of doctors.
Last night I went to dinner with a bunch of folks who are working reporters and some students after an association meeting. We were talking about many different subjects and gyms and trainers came up. I was talking about mine and how I’m working toward the wedding. Male Reporter, MR, asked what color my dress was going to be. I had been joking about being a hobbit brides maid since I’ll be the shortest person there. When I told him purple, he pointed out to me that I wouldn’t be a hobbit, I’d be the Barney brides maid. Great. Just great. As if my concerns about looking fat weren’t already solidified enough, I now have to worry about looking like Barney! I guess I could just walk down the aisle humming “I love you, You love me, we’re a happy family…” Nah.
It also looks as if the bride’s stepmonster won’t be making an appearance at the wedding. As I mentioned in the last post, P’s aunts and grandparents had a very informal backyard dinner party for P & M when they were here. P’s father and stepmonster weren’t invited. (I can say monter because I’ve known her for over 20 years and she is just about the definition of the evil step mother in that she is two-faced and moody and has done everything in her power to put a wedge between P and her Father for the entire time.) It was a family gathering (P’s Mom, and her parents and sisters) and the Father and Stepmonster aren’t a part of that family. Heck, for the better part of the past few years, Father and Stepmonster haven’t been speaking to P because of various and a sundry perceived slights and insults. Now, because they “aren’t wanted anyway”, Stepmonster is most likely not going to come to the wedding.
Ahh, drama. It is amazing how it follows some people around and how another creates it when life suddenly isn’t all about her any longer.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
I like Mike!
This was written Monday and I've just been lax about getting it posted...
Well, lots and lots to tell.
My sister C came to town this weekend and we spent all day Friday shopping. We got cut outfits for a Kentucky Derby party we were going to on Saturday. I got my MOH dress. Well, I ordered it. It will be in in six weeks and then I’ll have to have it altered. I got my shoes. They are strappy silver heels with rhinestones on the straps. They are really cute.
Then Friday night, the most exciting thing happened. C and I met P and M down at the Stockyards in Ft. Worth. P wanted him to experience something “quintessentially Texan” and corny so where else would we go? Billy Bobs! It was fun – a little dead, but fun. I finally got to meet M in other words! I love him. No, seriously, I wanted to not like him for lots of selfish reasons, but I couldn’t. He is a great guy. Totally an engineer and reminds me of my man-child of a brother-in-law (C’s husband, P). But all-in-all a wonderful guy and I get it now. He won me over when the first thing he did was completely not act awkward and gave me a big hug when we met. There was no formal handshake and awkwardness, just a hug like he knows I’m important to P and therefore I’m important to him.
Saturday, we went to the Derby party at one of her friend’s house. It was great. We all sat around and ate and visited and wore our big hats and drank mint juleps. Then, we cheered our horses on for the entire two minutes of the race (2:01 to be exact) then ate and visited some more.
After the Derby party we went to P’s Granny & Papa’s house for dinner with the family. Totally informal type dinner in the backyard. We had fajitas and margaritas and wine and lots of great conversation. Again, can I just say that I really liked Mike. He is just a great guy. I know, I know. I’m gushing, but he was totally not what I expected and everything that I expected. P, in the past, has tended to date the looker guys. I’m not saying that M is ugly at all. He’s just not the typical guy that P meets and dates. I guess that is why this is the one she’s marrying!!
Well, lots and lots to tell.
My sister C came to town this weekend and we spent all day Friday shopping. We got cut outfits for a Kentucky Derby party we were going to on Saturday. I got my MOH dress. Well, I ordered it. It will be in in six weeks and then I’ll have to have it altered. I got my shoes. They are strappy silver heels with rhinestones on the straps. They are really cute.
Then Friday night, the most exciting thing happened. C and I met P and M down at the Stockyards in Ft. Worth. P wanted him to experience something “quintessentially Texan” and corny so where else would we go? Billy Bobs! It was fun – a little dead, but fun. I finally got to meet M in other words! I love him. No, seriously, I wanted to not like him for lots of selfish reasons, but I couldn’t. He is a great guy. Totally an engineer and reminds me of my man-child of a brother-in-law (C’s husband, P). But all-in-all a wonderful guy and I get it now. He won me over when the first thing he did was completely not act awkward and gave me a big hug when we met. There was no formal handshake and awkwardness, just a hug like he knows I’m important to P and therefore I’m important to him.
Saturday, we went to the Derby party at one of her friend’s house. It was great. We all sat around and ate and visited and wore our big hats and drank mint juleps. Then, we cheered our horses on for the entire two minutes of the race (2:01 to be exact) then ate and visited some more.
After the Derby party we went to P’s Granny & Papa’s house for dinner with the family. Totally informal type dinner in the backyard. We had fajitas and margaritas and wine and lots of great conversation. Again, can I just say that I really liked Mike. He is just a great guy. I know, I know. I’m gushing, but he was totally not what I expected and everything that I expected. P, in the past, has tended to date the looker guys. I’m not saying that M is ugly at all. He’s just not the typical guy that P meets and dates. I guess that is why this is the one she’s marrying!!
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Be Careful Out There...
Can you believe this story!? There was a Maid of Honor shot as she went for the bridal bouquet! See, it is all the more reason to just sit back and relax during the bouquet toss!
Monday, April 24, 2006
94 days to go...
My the things that are happening in Wedding World. Really, there isn’t much going on. Life has taken over for everyone involved, I’m afraid. There are e-mails flying about a bachelorette party, though. All of P’s girls (bridesmaids and friends) are brainstorming for the best way to celebrate the upcoming nuptials. Things as exotic as a weekend scavenger hunt in Vegas to a low-key slumber party have been suggested. Honestly, the Vegas trip, while it sounds fun, is SO not P. The slumber party or a spa night or something like that is totally P. I don’t think I’ll have to, but I will put my foot down against anything crass or tasteless. (There will be no penis cakes or pacifiers or glasses or condoms attached to a fake wedding veil at my best friend’s bachelorette party!) Things to make the bride giggle and blush, those are to be expected. Crass and tasteless is out! We’ll see how it goes. To be honest, I don’t think it will be a problem.
Alright bloggers, if anyone has any good ideas for a party for P, let me know. I want something memorable and tasteful and above all, fun!
Oh goodness! I just called an Alfred Angelo studio in the area and I am so glad I did. I was thinking about a six week lead-time on ordering my dress. Try TEN to TWELVE! In other words, I have got to get my ample booty down to the dress shop and get one ordered! Um, yikes! Do you think it is possible to drop 50 pounds in one week!? Actually, it is. Pick up a third grader and drop him! (Kidding, just kidding.) So, it looks as if I am going to order my dress on Friday, May 5! I have an appointment at 11:00 a.m. on the fifth and so I’ll order the dress then. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go get my shoes. I’m going with a strappy silver heel. Something cute and danceable.
My how time flies. It seems like only yesterday when P and I were on the phone planning what to do “if” M proposed….
Alright bloggers, if anyone has any good ideas for a party for P, let me know. I want something memorable and tasteful and above all, fun!
Oh goodness! I just called an Alfred Angelo studio in the area and I am so glad I did. I was thinking about a six week lead-time on ordering my dress. Try TEN to TWELVE! In other words, I have got to get my ample booty down to the dress shop and get one ordered! Um, yikes! Do you think it is possible to drop 50 pounds in one week!? Actually, it is. Pick up a third grader and drop him! (Kidding, just kidding.) So, it looks as if I am going to order my dress on Friday, May 5! I have an appointment at 11:00 a.m. on the fifth and so I’ll order the dress then. Maybe tomorrow I’ll go get my shoes. I’m going with a strappy silver heel. Something cute and danceable.
My how time flies. It seems like only yesterday when P and I were on the phone planning what to do “if” M proposed….
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Wedding Holding Pattern...
By that, I don't mean that the wedding is on hold. It is quite the opposite, really. I think that P has things well in hand and now it is just the waiting until closer to the wedding to do the things that need to be done.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Life goes on...
It has been a really crappy week. I know I've complained about the toe and how I broke it. Well, Sunday, I dropped a box on it at work and the corner hit RIGHT on the part that I broke. I realize it has been three weeks and even I thought it should be healed more, but the pain that shot up my leg was awful. Then worse was the dull ache that was left and all the while I had to smile and be cheerful and try to make little kids laugh for the camera.
Monday was a typical Monday.
Tuesday, I rearended a lady and her kids on the way to work. The road I was on is notorious for accidents because it is a little farm to market road that isn't equipped to handle the amount of traffic that it has to handle now that the area I live in has become the "it" place to move to. All in all, cue the meltdown. I hit kids. My biggest fear in life is hurting a child. Now, no one was injured. My car looks a little worse for the wear, but insurance will fix that.
Tuesday night I was talking to P on the phone and another friend called. He'd left a cryptic message on my cell phone about radiation therapy really taking it out of him and how he's having to be a "good boy" and stay out of the sun until his treatments are over. (Sorry P, W and I talked on the phone for about 2 hours and I didn't get you called back.) Come to find out, he's having some pretty serious medical issues and didn't want to "worry" me. (Hello, W, have you not known me for 10 years and know that I worry whether you want me to or not. It is part of my charm!)
Wednesday, I am about to take my car to the body shop so they can look it over and a) make sure it really is fit to drive and b) decide how long it will take to fix it. The lady who works in the office next door comes in and says that my rear, driver's side tire is flat. I've picked up a nail. (Another side effect of living in the "it" area to move to with all of the new construction.) I am perfectly capable of changing the flat (thank you, Daddy) and I go out to change it. I can't get the lug nuts off. No guys are in my office that day to help. I just wanted to sit down and cry. Fortunately the mortgage banker that works a couple of buildings over (my office is in a little strip mall type office complex) came to my rescue. I asked if he could loosen the lug nuts for me. He changed the whole tire for me. He even had gloves and a real tire iron. Bless his heart.
Now it is Thursday and I just want this week to be over.
Monday was a typical Monday.
Tuesday, I rearended a lady and her kids on the way to work. The road I was on is notorious for accidents because it is a little farm to market road that isn't equipped to handle the amount of traffic that it has to handle now that the area I live in has become the "it" place to move to. All in all, cue the meltdown. I hit kids. My biggest fear in life is hurting a child. Now, no one was injured. My car looks a little worse for the wear, but insurance will fix that.
Tuesday night I was talking to P on the phone and another friend called. He'd left a cryptic message on my cell phone about radiation therapy really taking it out of him and how he's having to be a "good boy" and stay out of the sun until his treatments are over. (Sorry P, W and I talked on the phone for about 2 hours and I didn't get you called back.) Come to find out, he's having some pretty serious medical issues and didn't want to "worry" me. (Hello, W, have you not known me for 10 years and know that I worry whether you want me to or not. It is part of my charm!)
Wednesday, I am about to take my car to the body shop so they can look it over and a) make sure it really is fit to drive and b) decide how long it will take to fix it. The lady who works in the office next door comes in and says that my rear, driver's side tire is flat. I've picked up a nail. (Another side effect of living in the "it" area to move to with all of the new construction.) I am perfectly capable of changing the flat (thank you, Daddy) and I go out to change it. I can't get the lug nuts off. No guys are in my office that day to help. I just wanted to sit down and cry. Fortunately the mortgage banker that works a couple of buildings over (my office is in a little strip mall type office complex) came to my rescue. I asked if he could loosen the lug nuts for me. He changed the whole tire for me. He even had gloves and a real tire iron. Bless his heart.
Now it is Thursday and I just want this week to be over.
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