To Blog, or Not to Blog?

Back before FaceBook, blogging was about the only way to get your feelings out on the internet.  I remember when I first created this Blog.  Sometimes I would write stories, post pictures, etc.... but mostly it was like keeping a journal.  I would write about the things I did and I would write every day.  My friends would read it and comment.  Kind of the same thing that Facebook turned out to be.  I used to wake up every morning and look at my friends blogs.....  before bed every night, I would blog about my day.  Unfortunately, the friends that I communicated the most through this site have all passed away.  Beverly and Steve were my biggest fans and supporters.  Maybe it was because of their passing that I stopped writing.  Or maybe it was when I found Facebook--  it was a lot easier to write a short status update and wait for the comments.  Maybe I just got too busy with work, my family, etc.  Maybe I just got lazy.

I miss writing--  I always enjoyed telling stories...  and people said that they liked to read my stories.  Maybe this will become an active Blog again....  or maybe it'll just remain a time capsule.

Busy Weekend

Cirque de Soliel tomorrow night and "Cobwebs &Cocktails" at the zoo on Saturday!

Happy Easter!

If it Weren't for Bad Luck...

It's been a hectic couple of weeks since I last posted. I went to see the Orthopedic Surgeon for a consultation on my severed tendon. Before I knew it, I was signing papers consintenting to surgery! It turns out that this type of surgery has to be performed within 7 days of the injury, or scar tissue will build up and it will become inoperable. When I met with the doctor, I was on day 6. I had surgery and woke up with my arm in a cast and sling. There was no pain at all (thanks to the anesthesia and nerve block), but around 11pm that night--- oh my God!!! Agony!!! It's going to be a long road to recovery. I have to go to physical therapy twice a week for the next 10 weeks. I'll check in again soon with a progress report, but I'm having a hard time typing with 1 hand!

Bathtime for Wyatt!

The Project

So, I've been fascinated with tool sheds for years. Everytime I go to Lowe's or Home Depot, I always check out their displays in the parking lot. They have some 2 story sheds that I swear I could live in, if necessary! Well, I saved up and bought one a couple of weeks ago. I got the 10'x8' shed, although I really wanted the larger one (10'x14'). The larger one wasn't too much more expensive, but after reading the online comments, I was afraid I would have a hard time erecting the larger shed by myself. Anyway... I got the shed home (after renting a truck) and construction began the next day. I got the frame built, the walls erected, the gables in place and most of the roof installed.

I was on the next to last piece of roofing, and BAM!!! The sheet metal slammed down on my hand and sliced my left index finger-- almost sliced the whole thing off! I went to the hospital and got stitched up. I also learned that I severed the tendon, so I have to see an orthopedic specialist this week. Repairing the tendon will require surgery. Luckily I have insurance... but unluckily, I have a $3000 deductable. I don't know what the surgery will cost, but I will have to pay for it out of pocket, and that money will go towards the deductable. Just what I needed, when money is already tight.

I haven't given up on the shed- it is so close to being finished. I put the doors together yesterday and hope to install them, and the last piece of roofing tomorrow. After that, I can install the roof cap and be done with it.

Welcome Wyatt!

We found a stray dog at the beginning of December 2011. It was a cute little long-haired dog-- very small, about 5 lbs. I posted "Lost Dog" ads on all of the neighborhood websites and took the dog to the vet to see if it was micro-chipped. It wasn't. After a few weeks, "Falcour" became part of the family. I've never had a little lapdog before, but found it to be just what I was looking for. Something little that needed me. Grayson fell in love with the dog as soon as he saw it, and every day we'd take him for a walk around the neighborhood. A few weeks later, on New Year's Day, Grayson and I went for our usual walk. The neighbor down the street was outside and recognized the dog. He said it belonged to him. I gave him the dog and Grayson and I returned home with tears in our eyes-- and an empty leash.

After having Falcour for a short time, I had grown very attached and really missed having a puppy in my lap every night. I began searching for a new dog-- one that wouldn't ever get big. I found an ad in the paper for a Maltese. The puppy was 8 weeks old. Within the week, I bought him, brought him home and named him Wyatt. I had forgotten how much work it could be to keep up with a puppy! He's full of enegy; he has lots of personality, and loves his toys. He currently weighs 3 lbs, and will grow into about 6-8 lbs. Grayson fell in love with him immediately and gives him a good workout everyday in the front yard!

Welcome to the family, Wyatt!

Welcome to the Family!

We got a new puppy yesterday. He's an 8 week old Maltese, and we named him Wyatt. He's very, very smart!