tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213579102024-03-14T02:57:11.301-05:00mes viespiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.comBlogger236125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-84147029525600165882007-06-18T13:52:00.000-05:002007-06-18T15:25:42.051-05:00the end of the lineSo friends, it has been some time. Hasn't it?<br />I start this post knowing that it will be the last: so here it goes.<br /><br />To cut to the chase, I stopped blogging out of respect to a delicate situation. I have made a significant life change; Brev and I have separated. It didn't seem like something one should blog about. so. I. didn't.<br /><br />But to be honest, there is no shortage of things that I haven't blogged directly about; my recent battles with depression, exhaustion, suicidal thoughts, multiple diagnosis, drugs, doctors, therapists, etc. I won't go into it all now, but I will say this: It has been quite a journey. For as much as I will honor that journey and its lessons, I am also glad to say that I am on my way.<br /><br />In fact, I feel an eerie serenity about the way the universe is shaping my existence. The decision to leave really wasn't much of a decision at all: Doors opened, lighting crashed, burning bushes spoke, coincidences mounted and God said yes. I simply said yes too. <br /><br />As a friend said; 'Sometimes the universe speaks. Sometimes it screams. '<br /><br />In closing, I return to a picture that I posted a few months ago when I was in the <a href="http://mesvies.blogspot.com/2006/10/isolation.html">throes</a>.<br />A time when I couldn't separate a symptom from a cause.<br />A time when 'alone' seemed as much of a temperature as a symbol.<br />A time when I was positive I would never find my way out of Austin.<br /><br />I now see this picture quite different: strong. independent. beautiful. the first sign of spring.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077480090675396066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHnkYaQc_CG4EoSDf_Q2UCYEHPBothavfcLUjINTibIcuRp4yb_-4uKtSS8votSpem8LeQh7ESvDseuL7xm1M_AMWMuI5INfzw_j9fkZJq6rjjzivums9Oz3hY2by9wJ7WYKxf/s400/Isolation.png" border="0" />piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-37367524517638997282007-04-27T12:44:00.000-05:002007-04-27T12:52:53.486-05:00overheardWorking with high school kids is often more tiring than working with 8 year olds. I am this close (imagine me holding my forefinger and thumb 1 inch apart) from making them run laps before rehearsals in order to get them adequately tired. <br /><br />However- the merits are pretty much awesome. I overheard this last night:<br /><br /><em>boy number 1:</em> I have totally been shaving since June.<br /><em>boy number 2:</em> Right, but how often?<br /><em>boy number 1:</em> Once a week.<br />boy <em>number2:</em> Oh. I am already up to three times a week.<br /><em>boy number 1:</em> But the doctors say that I am only 80% of the way through puberty. . .so. . . .<br /><br /><br />I officially have a <a href="http://www.sactheater.org/pages/1/index.htm">summer cast</a>. . . holy talent batman. I won the directing lottery on this one. Last Saturday was spent listening to almost 100 performances by some pretty awesome talent. (and some not. . . one girl accompanied herself with her ipod.--ie. headphones. Honey, just because you can hear it doesn't necessarily mean that I can too.)piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-78528838078488980992007-04-22T18:27:00.000-05:002007-04-22T18:29:51.599-05:00why high school theatre is fun<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48w9BROQLWeorY5nv2AklycAX8SmW6zVDY3p6GaOSODrcmuDOLtr1KItdagKfxfgWQnNDJTqDTlWNZOOzV7oZt469DiM3_ov3l7Khour2sInLqCI6gYnvt0BNZkEwUVWgx3ZO/s1600-h/n1280100078_30010904_8673.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056398682501968050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj48w9BROQLWeorY5nv2AklycAX8SmW6zVDY3p6GaOSODrcmuDOLtr1KItdagKfxfgWQnNDJTqDTlWNZOOzV7oZt469DiM3_ov3l7Khour2sInLqCI6gYnvt0BNZkEwUVWgx3ZO/s320/n1280100078_30010904_8673.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Meet "Baby Think It Over," the mechanical doll that interrupts rehearsal every 3 minutes to be "Fed." I have a super cool part-time job. </div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-6660520854103136672007-04-20T10:16:00.000-05:002007-04-20T10:18:07.012-05:00its official. . .<div>. . . It really <em>is</em> the perfect drink. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055529771963281570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimKjEZV-r1tLdGkkd0MLq5dXMdK43V9UTON9vktWGVBO1GYnrjJqvx2lVbBLR9WPYVO7Bo_Ag9fItIv4X6fz5r_bc7zZwM2ljOAtC_nH5xMhNYhqWCs8PucsBqKchu8jfu481J/s320/dietcokeplus.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>diet coke WITH vitamins. hell yeah. </div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-1747737006703154732007-04-16T15:19:00.000-05:002007-04-16T15:27:39.872-05:00back. . . but not reallyBack from London-- yay! But I don't have a ton of time otherwise so I am not 'really' back. I will post pictures soon though- fun times had by all.<br /><br />I know I do this to myself, but allow the minor venting session-- it is good natured in intent. . . .<br /><br />So, I am now officially employed at 3 places. Cast list went up today and I start rehearsals Wed, with auditions for the next show in a marathon session on Saturday. Fortunately, this will only officially last for one month. . or until the teaching things is done. Final presentations finish on May 7 and God willing, I will be done with grading by the weekend after. . . which gives me 3 weeks to put up a play quick. No sweat.<br /><br />At least I am lucky enough to be working at things that fill my heart with joy. Damn lucky.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-79816468084405226582007-04-03T20:22:00.000-05:002007-04-03T20:27:01.515-05:00what I will not be doing for an entire weekMy boss kindly informed me that my laptop is not insured when I take it pub hopping across the pond. darn it all. V A C A T I O N<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049377578532498914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeYXIs-0f3Zaewd5bEp4MYtrWJKBRpM7efl4CDDTMfEOYElgOGWvl-1Cmqu_EpvZJI77TBW2gaUNsOO64kUDPqpD-ZzJsnabUc2RU4CZipdLdsF2axWjPQopn7CcnJtfW0adI8/s320/DSC01169.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />*Note this is an old photo, I like to call "Nerd with the Nerd Board."<br /><br />PS. This is not my boss. In fact, I don't know who this is. I doubt he appreciates appearing on my blog.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-76946264145530697692007-04-03T13:58:00.000-05:002007-04-03T14:45:54.396-05:00idorkDoes any one else get intense satisfaction from organizing the files in their itunes? I am pretty sure that I do not need every Michael Jackson song ever written or the untitled Enya selection. And, what could be better than "Barbie Girl?" How about "Barbie Girl-Extended"<br /><br />Yes, yes, crummy post after a long absence. I be busy! (London, T-2 days)piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-39489687473026027602007-03-26T12:10:00.000-05:002007-03-26T12:16:22.524-05:00former cellists unite<object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JdxkVQy7QLM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-68469853040333073962007-03-24T09:53:00.000-05:002007-03-24T14:10:56.105-05:00how gladys came to beWhen you name a child you are supposed to consider any horrible nickname that might be thrown at your child in junior high right?<br /><br />I am assuming dogs have similar adolescent angst.<br /><br />Gladys was very nearly a Phyllis. On its own it seemed entirely harmless. When considering the overall family though we realized that celebrity nickname trend was going to be a problem. Whether its TomKat or Brandgelina, we all know saying two names separately is farrrr too much effort. So let's assume that we will slur them together. . .<br /><br /><br /><em>Phyllis + Sophie= Philosophy</em>. Fair. Kind of Cute. Ok. I buy.<br /><br /><em>Sophie + Phyllis= Syphilis.</em> No. way. in. hell.<br /><br />Gladys was the close number two, and the only negative comment we could imagine was some nasty pit bull calling her a "happy butt." There are worse things to be called. Plus we are <em>SoGlad</em> to have her in the family.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-69790625586818130282007-03-22T10:35:00.000-05:002007-03-22T10:38:20.266-05:00Rebel<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXk13jzsVjMpKe6RuNlQKqQ3mAj9pyjhV362S62Nj8UeCAuY_0bgGhyphenhyphenh5DuPMS1Upc-tW769ET00gf5PHFj27oqFa-41-27hmt9gmO1A4QAdmIcNgrW1vtHiAi1ecf_VRD6Gay/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044773086962192722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXk13jzsVjMpKe6RuNlQKqQ3mAj9pyjhV362S62Nj8UeCAuY_0bgGhyphenhyphenh5DuPMS1Upc-tW769ET00gf5PHFj27oqFa-41-27hmt9gmO1A4QAdmIcNgrW1vtHiAi1ecf_VRD6Gay/s320/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sophie TP'd our bedroom. I think I may need to rescind my comments about her adjusting well. She's not. In fact, she is acting out homecoming style.<br /><div></div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-77296692454215737942007-03-21T13:52:00.000-05:002007-03-21T14:00:07.300-05:00land-o-boredomNothing is going on in this neck of the woods. . . nutting.<br /><br />The new dog is adjusting- we are having a tougher time. Gladys has a bit of 'separation anxiety.' as in she cries everytime we leave her line of sight. Including the nights, when she cries when we put her in the kennel. Other than the sleep deprived state of zombie-dom we are loving her.<br /><br />Sophie is adjusting better thankfully. Wait, one exception. Gladys is fascinated by Sophie's mouth-- especially her teeth. Sophie isn't such a fan when Gladys' entire self is dedicated to spelunking Sophie's throat. (Her entire head can fit in Sophie's mouth. ) I wonder if this is the pet equivalent of putting your fist in your mouth. Cool party trick.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-70969770793400424402007-03-06T21:54:00.000-06:002007-03-26T12:24:40.433-05:00for the loveWhy does this dog refuse to pee outside?!<br /><br />Tonight I have cleaned up 6 accidents and one pool of vomit. (Sophie must have eaten something, like part of Gladys' ear. jokes. all ears are intact. but vomit, yes. that was not a joke. guaranteed. vomit doesn't make a funny joke. no sirreee.)<br /><br />We are making progress- Sophie is no longer glaring at the new addition- and has even smiled a couple of times. I think she is jealous of Gladys' obviously superior intellect. In 2 days she has already learned to recognize her name and where the treats are kept. That is about 2 years ahead of Sophie's development.<br /><br />So, key realizations over the last couple of days-<br />*We didn't realize how much Sophie really wasn't a puppy until there was another puppy<br />*Indeed Sophie looks like the size of a horse compared to a puppy<br />*Sophie is absolutely the dumbest dog on the face of the earth<br />*Eric is convinced that his green robe is magic. Gladys really loves it. I am pretty excited because it is likely that I will finally be able to get rid of it!<br />*I do have enough love for 2. I think Sophie will too. eventually. maybe. God willing.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-82289507819004278982007-03-05T14:29:00.000-06:002007-03-26T12:25:07.230-05:00the more the merrier<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGbHowRSol49yxXfCN2hpI8H0oLgdr0Iho7V6w38faV7-o0K3pZlQdNDr3RZidEk5Lo2uzSw4HQpDB_zjy-ozW9EQLZPeMDxQCKgJnRoOr-2DVwnRih0xx5UC-WItDXqTS3QL/s1600-h/DSC01356.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038540724756439090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTGbHowRSol49yxXfCN2hpI8H0oLgdr0Iho7V6w38faV7-o0K3pZlQdNDr3RZidEk5Lo2uzSw4HQpDB_zjy-ozW9EQLZPeMDxQCKgJnRoOr-2DVwnRih0xx5UC-WItDXqTS3QL/s320/DSC01356.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Meet Gladys. The latest addition to the family. </p><p>Now Sophie has a friend !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnu-bqDgYb5tlRauxybmcz6Xgyc204wj60Vm_B_pjxJWy2tB0LGpfP68VjgdzuFmhKjNyc3gg0sBs2iBUApV9I6adJp8PyVHP5rCZCa461gnTkLd1zpm4imYtnoxBIPrL_0nW/s1600-h/DSC01332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038541970296954946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifnu-bqDgYb5tlRauxybmcz6Xgyc204wj60Vm_B_pjxJWy2tB0LGpfP68VjgdzuFmhKjNyc3gg0sBs2iBUApV9I6adJp8PyVHP5rCZCa461gnTkLd1zpm4imYtnoxBIPrL_0nW/s200/DSC01332.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-52804507521056761142007-02-24T13:03:00.000-06:002007-02-24T13:18:24.109-06:00Emeril Effing Lagasse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gU9zSdHbD5jqcMb54vnnmd8NqyNlyKccYa-ebVBdy_Dl6_MiWlILnu4EW1pgx87gGS6UXmHbbhKzzlSR129gGQzjfYzm-n0JQ83D8S9e33UhbpvSJSr55iUxFv9RM2FoL2MJ/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035180908511957922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_gU9zSdHbD5jqcMb54vnnmd8NqyNlyKccYa-ebVBdy_Dl6_MiWlILnu4EW1pgx87gGS6UXmHbbhKzzlSR129gGQzjfYzm-n0JQ83D8S9e33UhbpvSJSr55iUxFv9RM2FoL2MJ/s320/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9PuMO69l5v7GodhgLAjH7XhJF7nGE2TcN6oR8ASiP-jT_3pLLiBPUr4hwK2FWCQ4FKa3IeZj0xQDq1rQXM8pf0juV-EFrJh7DkH_wnHOZ39uuanVH5BDR6ThiU6d7LXb64ay/s1600-h/DSC01153.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>I can't be the only one with this problem. Target needs to take serious steps to pip-proof the directions. Does Taco Bell have a bulk discount rate?</div></div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-19555186448351125112007-02-22T14:35:00.000-06:002007-03-06T22:04:41.868-06:00Visual DNA<embed name="widget" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf" width="340" height="240" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" enablejavascript="false" quality="best" bgcolor="#343466" flashvars="bgcolor=#343466&i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_43E105EB.jpeg&c1=&i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-20E95CBC.jpeg&c2=&i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_6E5372F4.jpeg&c3=&i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&c4=&i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-640F526E.jpeg&c5=&i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3AC7E3DE.jpeg&c6=&i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5BFB07FF.jpeg&c7=&i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-63B0E5ED.jpeg&c8=&i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3459F62E.jpeg&c9=&i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-4DF2091A.jpeg&c10=&i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_2A59BF66.jpeg&c11=&i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-5DD0E519.jpeg&c12=&i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-1B4C950E.jpeg&amp;c13=&moodlabel=DREAMER&lovelabel=TOUCHY FEELY&funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&habitslabel=HIGH TIME ROLLER&uid=8609-f001&srv=iwebcl5"></embed> <div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: rgb(150,150,150) 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; WIDTH: 340px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; HEIGHT: 25px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=8609-f001&srv=iwebcl5">Read my VisualDNA</a><span style="font-size:10;color:#cccccc;">™</span> <a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/">Get your own VisualDNA™</a></div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-62624173202262248862007-02-21T21:37:00.000-06:002007-02-22T14:38:26.587-06:00hmm, theaterSo I have two upcoming directing projects, one of which will require some 'research.' Roxanne and I came up with some options for how I would go about this. . .<br /><br />I am assuming that there are books for this sort of thing. If there is not, there should be.<br />I can't believe I am Russian Dancing<br />Russian Dance for Dummies<br />The Russian Dancer in Me<br />8 Minute Russian Dancepiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-75403051557807159812007-02-15T11:07:00.000-06:002007-02-15T11:08:14.005-06:00Happy V Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFus-ebpBJhUOAbnT711I4zjWUSTfHqjKA1A8ru_VQZw23eEJRUmduQlUxoDToeCDx5OPjkH2PjrjH8v4OLaYYsy3ZfRR7faKH_yunkQT7lXj8mPud0WjTDtb1mu6Fbgs9_6QO/s1600-h/10962058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031808813723751298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFus-ebpBJhUOAbnT711I4zjWUSTfHqjKA1A8ru_VQZw23eEJRUmduQlUxoDToeCDx5OPjkH2PjrjH8v4OLaYYsy3ZfRR7faKH_yunkQT7lXj8mPud0WjTDtb1mu6Fbgs9_6QO/s320/10962058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>And by V, I mean " <a href="http://www.local6.com/spotlight/10962054/detail.html">Valentine</a>." </div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-14107529576706206082007-02-15T10:46:00.000-06:002007-02-15T11:05:23.589-06:00updatesWe have 8 working legs in our household. No amputations yet!<br /><br />Our friend Susanne was cleaning out her house a bit and gave us her family's antique piano! So cool. . . I have been advised that taking piano lessons would NOT be a good addition to my schedule. Maybe in the fall.<br /><br />The business is coming along. . . We are narrowing down the area of focus and should have some updates for you soon. Please continue to send ideas our way but just know that due to other limiting constraints (time and money) and have decided that we will probably wait until the fall to make serious steps forward. Meanwhile, it is fun to dream. . .<br /><br />All is good otherwise! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5BAgxzhHKHPxxGuqm8GXd28nFf6lZVk5RtHiDnnU6yxoyKu9utvf__ekVMwtRdTeF_F_MfDDjXphbAid5OACAZ6Yc6FWW_cCtOR0yL7xx2dbXi7r08CEXEiUMt0EoI26kosE1/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"></a>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-20913006280895239192007-02-07T21:51:00.000-06:002007-02-06T13:36:06.788-06:00Stumpy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMwQQuPjGImvemaslBZLceJKdLb0XhNjYuhgjluN8KTBY_T8izlqoamUO2YMyRA-od1XjOo6qOvtZ79kEoFOT2cRezzcKynNOellfkmptb4cCAvwdyRwbqfxzlPnbTVZoBTki/s1600-h/DSC01146.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029006477437527554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMwQQuPjGImvemaslBZLceJKdLb0XhNjYuhgjluN8KTBY_T8izlqoamUO2YMyRA-od1XjOo6qOvtZ79kEoFOT2cRezzcKynNOellfkmptb4cCAvwdyRwbqfxzlPnbTVZoBTki/s320/DSC01146.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-64950167530040329982007-02-06T13:33:00.000-06:002007-02-06T13:36:07.054-06:00complaintsIt took me 2.5 hours to get to work this morning.<br />I did not stop at Caribou on the way.<br />I had a diet coke. Which I put on the roof of my car while I was loading up to go this morning.<br />I hit a large chunk of ice backing out of the driveway this morning<br />I am pretty sure that the large chunk of ice was actually the diet coke falling from the roof of my car. <br />I have had far too much caffeine now, as I have been loading up since arriving mid morning. <br /><br />I am off for New York this afternoon, so I will catch you all when I am back this weekend!piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-37126132948724086982007-02-05T13:02:00.000-06:002007-02-05T13:07:31.410-06:00quote out of context"Help! Now she's using it as a weapon."<br /><br />Our friend Miller was over last night. Sophie accidentally stepped on her toe, which caused Miller to step away from the dog and eventually run away from the dog. So Miller was running frantically around the house to avoid the peg leg.<br /><br />Sophie's take: "Play? I love chase"piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-39079741535055201322007-02-04T22:30:00.000-06:002007-02-05T13:27:14.297-06:00back from the week of VAY-CAYAfter the trip to Toronto, I was pretty pooped. So after a nice week of vacation I am heading back into the trenches. What exactly is vacation to me? Many movies and a couch.<br /><br /><div><div>The best movie I saw:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027905290772506066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGbE4yAANIwZhb5pYKu6D17kXpD9cNvzJV7Mw-IuzB2c9-EymKuwEb3Rt91j2GRCqYXYqCnOCPhfonhY27V_HKmQfetMoQA0i147bR3EeRP26844ZmRFOW6MByosdxUrF3AoF/s320/730830.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>The (not so) best movie I saw:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027905565650413042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgejY6P8mfT9ryNea9fP6aHU0HI_oWKsk0JE0YCnGon1D7J84Y1eyYULdqqLe9AhVP2qUKDoiUE2lb3k8J7gvfYmpwP3_Cd1ZT9eu-i4Ianre6iNSRGV3lbo62w2uxyma8uZ1Nj/s200/200px-The_Day_After_Tomorrow_movie.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div> </div><div>Ironically Minnesota seemed to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reenacting</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">the movie this week. </span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"></span><br /> </div><div>Tomorrow I am guessing might be pretty rough considering how long it has been since I checked my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">voicemail</span>! Wish me luck. . . .</div>piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-9939006772879244552007-01-30T10:50:00.000-06:002007-02-01T10:29:11.050-06:00only sophieSo it took a while to figure out exactly what is wrong with our dog. . . but it's not cancer. Actually they aren't <em>entirely</em> sure what it is but apparently it isn't going to kill her. The black scary mass in her foot that freaked out the surgeon is some sort of bacterial infection in her foot- again not sure how it got there or what caused it but a course of antibiotics should fix it. Still may need to amputate if the joint dislocates again. Just another reason why our dog is "special."<br /><br /><br />We are still all splinted up- or we <em>were</em> all splinted up. . . until we ate our cast off last night. Now we are wearing a sock and limping.<br /><br /><br />first trip to the vet: 450<br />second trip to the vet: 400<br />watching your dog eat off a very expensive splint in the middle of the night: priceless<br /><br />No longer worried about losing the toe, as much as losing an arm and a legpiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-20979287547446523382007-01-27T17:31:00.000-06:002007-01-27T17:39:07.429-06:00uff daI am back in the country. My trip to Toronto went very well until the unfortunate re-inactment of planes trains and automobiles on the trip home. I was planning on being back yesterday in the early evening but ended up rolling in much later into the night! In fact, I have been spending some quality time napping today. <br /><br /><br />I had a great time, but the conference was a lot like going to camp. with booze. One of my teammates presented and did great, which was fun to watch. I was so proud! My projects also got some great feedback so I felt really good about the direction I am going at work. I have lots of great pictures from my trip that I will post soon, including a couple of work type photos and some shots from my 2 hour sightseeing excursion into Toronto. I will get to those posts soon, in the meantime I am going to drink some caffeine and make some plans to detox my liver.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21357910.post-35441780506002910172007-01-20T12:28:00.000-06:002007-01-20T12:42:04.577-06:00aaarghsays Sophie.<br /><br />We feel a lot better now that she is home. She is her old goofy self just now with a peg leg. They haven't done anything other than resetting the dislocated toe but the bandaged it with a splint that covers her entire leg. Each step she takes with the splinted leg creates a resounding bang that can be heard across the entire house. I liken it to the sound of a six year old prancing around the house in mom's heels. We are going to keep the splint so that she can dress up as a pirate for Halloween next year.<br /><br />We will find out on Monday what kind of "mass" popped the joint out of place. We will likely have to either treat the mass- if it is malignant. If it is not, we will probably have to do something to keep the joint from popping out again. Just knowing that we might not have to do anything for a bit makes me feel a LOT better.<br /><br />We are currently at $900 for vet spending. . . I am trying to find a way to use this fact to guilt her into not using our rugs as a personal 3- ply bathroom site. Only the best for the princess. aaargh says pip.piphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14942799522147257221noreply@blogger.com1