music to quilt by

I have entered phase two of my new healthy living plan. That’s right…exercise. It wasn’t easy to find an activity that I enjoyed doing, that I could fit into my day, and that wouldn’t involve spending large quantities of money, but I finally figured it out. I’m going swimming a few times a week, on my lunch hour, at a nearby rec center pool. Before now there were occasional walks, and visits to the tiny gym at work to use the elliptical machine, and I even use the stairs rather than the  elevator a few times a day, but I knew it wasn’t nearly enough. So now I’ve gone to the swimming pool several times, and it feels really good. The only thing is that I am so very tired at the end of the day. I thought exercise was supposed to energize you, when does that start happening?

I’m going to pretend that these are my reward for exercising and eating better, even though I ordered them weeks ago, and they were on back order. They just arrived, and they’re just as cute as I thought they would be:

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See how big my feet are? Still, with art by Camilla on them, they look pretty cute.

Quilting continues in earnest, and I thought I’d share some of the music I’m enjoying right now, to get me through. I love the new Rogue Wave album, particularly this song (I couldn’t embed this one, so you have to click the link).

I can’t get enough of this song, and the video is so great too:

Here’s a conversation between me and my brother:
"Have you seen the video for (some random song, I don’t remember now)?
"Oh yeah, that was really good, I found it on youtube.
"Wouldn’t it be so cool if there was a TV channel that played nothing but music videos all day?
Melancholy silence as we remember what MTV used to be like.

This song is for all of you peeps who still have snow on the ground. I really, really hope Spring gets to you soon. "Hello blackbird, hello starling, winter’s over, be my darling!"

I think this is now my favorite Bright Eyes song. It was recommended to me by my 3 year old niece, who has the best taste in music. We should start a music column somewhere and call it "Mimi’s Picks". I’ll have to talk to her about that.

My favorite verse:

So the doc came with his black bag
I said you know doc I don’t feel swell
If you had a blue bag I think I’d get well
So he came right back with a blue sack
He said will this do?
I said why not, yeah

The whole thing is so clever, just watch it, please.

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Winston Lucky Churchill the bouncy bearded collie, aka Buddy

You all are really great at naming pets; I liked all the suggestions, thank you so much! Shortly after I finished that post I was looking at lists of pet names, and I found Winston, which was also mentioned in the comments a couple times. It fits him very well, being English and all, and he seems to like it. I loved Henry, but my grandfather’s name was Henry, so I couldn’t use that. Funnily enough, I had several beta fish while I was in college, and they were always named Fred. I thought Ned and Charlie were so cute too. Ned makes me think of Nancy Drew’s boyfriend, and is a great dog name (no offence to Nancy Drew). Buddy is a nickname I always call animals, so that will undoubtedly be used regularly. I think his middle name should definitely be Lucky, because according the pet rescue lady, he came from a shelter with a four-day limit before animals are put down. Lucky also, because although I’m sure these pet rescue people have the best of intentions, I’m not so sure they really know what they are doing.

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Caution: mini-rant ahead.

We adopted our cats from the Helen Woodward Animal Center. I can’t recommend that place highly enough. They take excellent care of the animals, and will not adopt out any pets that aren’t in perfect health. Petey and Lucy both had ringworm when they arrived there, and underwent six months of treatment before they were eligible for adoption. When we wanted to handle various cats they made us wear gloves and wash our hands in between playing with the various cats. At the time we thought all these precautions were a little excessive, but we took home two healthy cats, so we didn’t complain. Paperwork and adoption fees were all very straight-forward, and while they asked a lot of questions to make sure we knew we were committing to a lifetime of care for these cats they weren’t overly intrusive.

The pet rescue people, on the other hand, set up a bunch of pens in front of the pet store and have two or three dogs in the pens together. People are constantly walking by, petting one dog and then another. A couple dogs, including Winston, had diarrhea. The lady cleaned it up right away in each case, but still, it wasn’t a good indicator of the health of the animals. It was so busy that it was hard to find out about the dogs, let alone be able to spend time with them. When I came back with Mr. Heylucy it took forever for the lady to give us a straight answer on the adoption fee and for her to give us the paperwork to fill out. She kept telling us the same story over and over, about how he was at a shelter in San Bernardino, she had to have him neutered, she had him groomed, but he got muddy, how handsome he was right after he was groomed, she needed to cover her costs for the trip to Los Angeles and the neutering and the grooming, blah, blah, blah. Finally, I went inside to buy him a food dish, and Mr. Heylucy told her to cut the drama and tell us what the fee was, let us fill out the paperwork and take the darn dog already. He has a soft heart when it comes to animals, but no patience when it comes to getting the run around. I was starting to feel like we really needed to get the dog out of there, to rescue him from the rescue operation.

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Yesterday I took him to the vet to get all checked out. He’s healthy and perky, but of course he has kennel cough, is susceptible to getting a doggie cold, and has a pretty nasty parasite. All of the above are the result of too many dogs being too close together. Of course, now Bear and Reggie have been exposed to all these things, so we may be paying the vet another visit. It may not have been so wise to bring Winston home so quickly, but at least I know that we will take care of our animals, and make sure that they get healthy as quickly as possible if they start showing signs of any illnesses (just an aside, if you live in East San Diego County, the Singing Hills Animal Hospital is an excellent place, I highly recommend them!). I just don’t know if people should be in the business of rescuing pets unless they are committed to keeping them healthy and have the facilities to isolate those that are sick. I find the whole thing really frustrating. So, just be aware, and if you go to Petco while they have a pet adoption group out front, don’t bring your dog in the store with you (our vet said that just walking by a dog with kennel cough is enough to catch it, it’s that contagious), and don’t even look at those poor animals unless you are prepared to take them straight to the vet’s office and have them treated for one or more illnesses. I don’t want to knock someone for wanting to help animals; I just want them to do a better job. It seems that if you really love animals, you’ll do what you can to keep them happy and healthy. Okay, that is the end of my rant for today.

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Isn’t Winston cute? I know this picture is fuzzy, but Winston is fuzzy, so it’s a good representation. He also got a bath yesterday, and he cleaned up so nice, even if he didn’t enjoy the bath all that much.

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I think I should get a tattoo…

across my forehead that says, "Sucker". This little guy was in a pen outside Petco this weekend when I dropped by to pick up some cat food. I called Mr. Heylucy and asked him to tell me no, I cannot bring home a dog. Unfortunately, he didn’t. Then I called my sister-in-law. She told me to get the dog. I went all the way home, and Mr. Heylucy said we should go back, if I really thought he was a nice dog, and bring him home.
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He’s three years old, and a sheepdog or bearded collie, or some combination, and seems to be settling in just fine. He doesn’t have a name, so suggestions are welcome.

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seven

Everymorning

I was tagged by Claire of Needlebook to share 7 things about me. Thanks Claire! I mean, who doesn’t love to talk about themselves? So here you go:

1. I have to sort my M&M’s by color and then eat them so that there is always the same number of every color left. Thankfully, I don’t eat them very often. Oh, and on my semi-annual trips to the movie theater, I must have popcorn, peanut M&M’s and a diet coke. And then I have to run to the bathroom as soon as the movie is over, because I always get the big diet coke. Luckily I only go to the movies a couple times a year. I really like Netflix.

2. Some things that make me inexplicably sad: old men eathing alone in restaurants, and flat bed trucks with stacks of smushed up cars going to the dump. I’m tearing up just thinking about those two things.

3. I better think of things that make me happy. Here are a few: watching my chickens and collecting fresh eggs, homemade cookies and snow.  Having pajama days are good once in a while, especially when they include snow, homemade cookies, and laying in bed watching a good movie. Hanging my clothes on the line to dry on a sunny Saturday morning is nice too.

4. I’m a bit of an Anglophile. I watch a lot of BBC America, and I think I should live in a thatched cottage in a small English village. I get a little thrill when I see how many British visitors I have to my blog. However, I do not pretend I am British and speak with an accent like Madonna, because that is just ridiculous. I secretly wish that I could pronounce schedule and vitamin and herbs in the British way though. I’ve only been there once, and it was as wonderful as I imagined.

5. I am generally a very nice, mild-mannered person, but one thing turns me into a raving lunatic: getting behind the wheel of my car. I have terrible road rage. My biggest pet peeves are tailgaters and tailgators at night with their headlights on bright. Since I spend a couple hours every day in my car, this is probably not a good thing. I may have embarrassed my sister slightly while she was visiting when I got angry at a lady for cutting me off in a parking lot. Parking karma was with me, however, when the person she followed to their car ended up just putting something in and walking away. Meanwhile, I passed her, followed a second group of people to their car, and parked while she still had to look for another space. Also, I drive a Turbo Beetle with flower taillights, so I can be very intimidating on the road. Don’t be jealous.

6. When I fast forward through the commercials on my Tivo, I have to hold my breath. I don’t know why.

7. Despite the fact that I am 6 feet tall, I am the shortest in my family. My three brothers and sister are all taller than me. A downside of being tall is that I have large feet. Not that I mind, if they were smaller I think that would look funny and I would probably fall over more. Finding size 11 shoes is not easy, finding cute size 11 shoes is even harder, and finding cute size 11 shoes that don’t have 3-4" heels is the hardest of all. Last month I spent way to many hours searching for shoes and finally found a couple pair that I didn’t hate at Nordstrom. They were quite expensive, but I was tired of shoe shopping so I sucked it up and bought them. I also think that we have just gone through a non-cute shoe season, and I have high hopes for the Spring/Summer shoes.

The tagging forward is the hard part for me, I think this has been around for awhile and a lot of people have already done it, but I am going to tag some family members and some recent commenters whose blogs I have discovered lately. So if you’re on this list, consider yourself tagged:

Sijbrich (my sister)
Vanessa (my sister-in-law)
Jenny
Lisa
Odd Dotty
Ellen
Judy

Write seven things about yourself, and then tag seven others. Leave them a comment to let them know you tagged them!

Oh, and Photoshop Sisters is up and running and posting is happening quite regularly. There are already some fun things to try, so go visit! I’ll come up with a button for you to steal in the next week or so. 

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sob story

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I could tell you the whole sad story of how freak storm rolled in Thursday morning as I was leaving for work, and how I got on the freeway to drive home that evening and traffic was stopped dead and it took me 90 minutes to go about 6 miles. And then they closed the one and only highway I can take to my house, so I had to turn around and call a friend to stay with her. And then got up the next morning to a road still closed, so I went to work in the same clothes as the day before (oh the horror!). But instead, I’ll just share the pictures of the flowers Mr. Heylucy gave me for Valentines Day, before all the tragedy. He always does a good job with flowers. He was equally thrilled with the bucket of KFC I brought home the next day when the road finally reopened and I was able to get home and take a very long, hot bath.

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snow day

Since everyone in my family is reporting on their local snowfall, I thought I should too.Snowday1_2
The rainstorm last weekend turned to snow Monday morning. I love calling in to work to say that it’s snowing, and would they mind if I just worked from home.
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Bear loves the snow.
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I took these pictures late that morning, and it had already started to melt and get slushy.
Still, not too shabby for Southern California.

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