That Just Happened!

We thought your eye was infected

They dyed it green and bacteria was detected.

Two different drops were prescribed

Three times a day, one on each side.

You poor little thing, you had a scratch

It must have happened in your wrestling match.

That little boston terrier you like to lick

Had scratched your eye and made you sick.

Here are the stats on how we’ve fared

Getting our little ball of fur some care.

Total hours of driving to the vet, to my dismay

Was 12 with the furball crying the whole way.

Times he got out of his safety seat:

2, apparently that system can be beat.

Number of drops to get him healthy

122, and we had to be stealthy.

Half way through we had to change drops

The old ones were helping, but not a lot.

Snausages are no longer a favoured treat

He now associates them with our deceit.

Total time from start to finish

Was 20 days, but now the scratch is diminished.

He has a little scar, but I hear chicks dig ‘em

I’m getting him goggles for future protection.

His behaviour is back and his appetite never left

After this debacle, we need a rest!

You can sort of see a white dot on the bottom, left eye. That's his scar.

Yeah, That Just Happened!

Halpern, Adena.  29.  Touchstone (2010).

What if you closed your eyes, blew out the candles and your wish came true?

Ellie Jerome is a young-at-heart 75-year old who relates more to her 25-year old granddaughter Lucy than to her 55-year old daughter Barbara.  Ellie’s done everything she can to stay young, and the last thing she wants is to celebrate another birthday. So when she finds herself confronted with a cake full of candles, Ellie wishes more than anything that she could be twenty-nine again, just for one day.  But who expects a wish like that to come true?

From the Author’s Website

When I read the review by Jen @ Devourer of Books, I was excited, because this seemed like just the kind of book I was looking for.  Light, fluffy, all in all a nice summer read.  I totally agree with her assessment of the book.  I also liked the author’s ability to write the character as though she were a 75 year old in a 29 year old’s body and kept it consistent through out the novel.  I was totally surprised by the last part of the book, though.  I know Jen mentioned that it was deeper than she thought, but I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so sad.  I ultimately came to like the ending, so that made up for it.  I found that I really could empathize with the characters and the book did evoke some verbal reactions from me.  Some, “oh, come on!“‘s and “Oh, for pete’s sake!”‘s definitely came out of my mouth, especially when reading scenes involving Ellie’s daughter. 

I would recommend this book to anyone looking for a nice (end of…boo!)  summer read, anyone who likes reading books from a different perspective, and anyone who enjoys the story line of Freaky Friday and all variations thereof.  Put it on Your TBR list.  You can read Jen’s review of the book here.

Tuesday was my last yoga class at the community center.  Remember when I signed up for it?  And Mille said I told you so?  Although I still don’t look like this…

I have learned a few things about myself and my body.

1.     I have nightmares about punching people.  Actually, that’s not really a nightmare.  In my dream I punch someone, but I either miss, or my punch is so soft it glances off their chin and they laugh at me.  That’s a nightmare.  At first I thought it was some deep rooted feeling of being ignored, or feeling unloved.  Maybe it had everything to do with my mother.  But, now I know the truth.  Save it Freud!  Keep it to yourself, Jung!  I now know this is because my subconscious was telling me that my arms are weak.  Very, very weak.  Like, if I was in a fight, I would have to hope the perpetrator was within kicking distance because these arms were only made for holding….you lovingly.  Which brings us to the second point.

2.    My legs are super  strong.  I attribute it to my longer than usual thighs.  Seriously, I am disproportionate.  I will never be able to do a forward fold and grab my toes because my arms are so much shorter than my legs.  In fact, I once had a doctor tell me, in a way that suggests freakishness, that my thighs were very long.   Humph. Whatevs.  It was God’s way of keeping me safe because He knows these arms aren’t going to help.

3.    I am still really, really bad at yoga.  The balance poses are okay, but anything to do with strength is just not enough.  I finally got used as an example of perfect form, though.  The last class we had to do this sphinx-frog thing and my legs were perfect and my back was perfect and it was my shining moment.  Until I remembered that this class all the positions are to make you better in bed and it’s about widening your hips.  Slutastic, thankyouverymuch.

4.    I do make friends!  I met this wonderful person named Susan and we exchanged information.  We’re going to have coffee sometime.  I realize now that this sounds like a pick up, but I swear it wasn’t!

5.    I don’t think I am ever going to get my perfect yoga body by doing this once a week, so I am upping the ante.  I decided I am going to join a bonafide yoga studio and try doing this 2 times a week.  There are two in my area that look interesting and you can drop in on Wednesday nights, or pay $20 for unlimited classes for 1 month to see if you like it.  So, my quest to find the perfect yoga body continues and MPW will continue to win our arm-wrestling competitions. 

Yeah, That Just Happened!