Veggie Central

The Electrician and I are working on a number of family goals right now. First, we are trying to watch our dollhouse budget closely since taking my new job required me starting over on the salary staircase. We are also trying to eat more vegetables and less restaurant food. To be honest, The Electrician isn’t…

The Cake Marathon

A lovely friend I met as a kid at 4-H camp got married yesterday. Her husband is also 4-H alumni, and, having known him at least as long as I’ve known her, I can honestly say they have been meant for one another since we were all kids. I’ve never seen two people look as…

Opportunity Knocked

As regular readers, or most recently, non-readers, know there has been lots of silence from me over the last couple of months. I’m back and happy to share that life is shiny and bright, and things are on the upswing. As you may know, I have had long-term problems with my hands and wrists since…

Buckets of Greens

As I’ve mentioned, I’m turning thirty next month. It’s a big number that freaks me out. Don’t comment that 30 is the new 20, or some other goop, because I’m still going to feel anxious about having my next birthday. I don’t think I’m worried about being old, per se, but I feel like being…

The List and the Happy Point

Here I sit, barely comfortable on my couch because I’m typing while I balance a wet towel on my head. My pre-takeoff list is lengthy and varied: it includes the deep conditioning goop that’s soaking into my hair and scalp at this exact moment. I am trying to stave off the ravages of the desert,…

Enough Already

I went back to the physiotherapist this afternoon for my weekly date with the needles. For the last month and a bit, my hands have been cramping up and aching in new places, and I’m more than a little concerned about this new digression. According to the physiotherapist, I seem to have developed tendonitis on…

The Big Blue Bowl of Healing (and Denial)

Last week, I wrote about my queasy venture into acupuncture for my stupid slow to heal left hand. Remember, those of you who are new to Blue Speckled Pup, I am seeing a licensed physiotherapist for treatment, not poking myself with sewing needles and barbeque forks at the kitchen table. Still, the idea of sitting…

The Sleep In

I got up this morning the second time Sherman poked his snoggy pink snout into my shoulder. He’ll go away once: it’s like snooze for mutts, but when he comes back and nudges me another time with his nose I know he’s feeling quite serious about wanting to go out. I put the speckled one…

Pinned Down

I had another physiotherapy appointment tonight for my left hand. Poor leftie, because she doesn’t have enough to worry about while living perpetually in the shadow of her much more popular sister, has not recovered from surgery as hoped. While the incision itself has closed up and long since stopped threatening to pop open, the…

Emergency at Work

I dialed the school equivalent of 911 from my desk yesterday. Actually, I dialed 300, which linked me up to the main receptionist. I needed first aid, and calling my favourite redhead in the front office was my only hope. If today’s post sounds overly dramatic, it’s probably because I am so relieved the diploma…

Knot Again

My sutures from the carpal tunnel release were removed this morning. Look how much better things are today! Sorry about the ugly photo. I anticipate this will be the last time I share my scabs with the internet. You’re welcome. Unfortunately, the surgeons who do this little procedure always stitch up the wounds the same…

Our Little Secret

Please don’t tell my surgeon, but I just put the first coat of paint on my bathroom walls and ceiling. I suppose that if he found out what I’ve been up to, he’d smack me with a roll of gauze. I did the base coat on Friday night, since I’m an absolute party animal this…