Zoe eats earthworms. Yeah, earthworms. Yuck! With all the rain we have had, they have been coming out of the ground in frightening numbers and evidently, she finds them to be a rare and delightful delicacy. I find myself working very hard to avoid her kisses...even more so than before. She can't seem to understand why.
Here's a picture of my almost 11 month old earthworm-eating-Schnauzer. Good thing she's cute or I would have to wash her mouth out with soap! She's trying to attack me and I'm trying to hold her back, at least long enough to get the picture. Can you say "She's STILL a puppy!" Whew! Is she ever!!! And she EATS earthworms. I mean, she actually EATS EARTHWORMS. I'm SO grossed out!
I do have my car back now. It looks beautiful, but is making some weird popping noises in the back end. Almost sounds like the rear glass is going to pop out! I am going to have to have it checked, but I haven't been able to muster the oomph just yet. I'm still in a lot of pain, mainly on the right side of my body...the side the seat belts don't restrain. And I have figured out that my right arm and shoulder hit the steering wheel. That has to be how I got bruised. It's just that my steering wheel is a good 14 inches away and I can barely make myself contact it when I try. So it have given me insight into how hard I was hit.
I also found out that I have a 20 mph bumper on my Prelude. Most cars only have a 5 mph bumper, which means they can take a 5 mph hit without being damaged. I can take a 20 mph hit and not have any visible damage. I had big visible damage...to the bumper and the trunk. So I'm beginning to realize I'm in pain because I got hit pretty hard and it has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO with the fact that I am somewhat old. So there! LOL!
August 5, 2007
In case you all are wondering, I have totally lost my mind. Totally. Completely. Lost. My. Mind. Why do I say this, you ask? Simple. Last night, I posted a profile on Match.com!!!!!! Now do you understand????? I have LOST MY FREAKING MIND!!!!! Whatever in the world was I THINKING!!?? I'm going to go strangle myself now. Maybe kick myself in the butt a few times for good measure.
August 10, 2007
Sometimes I like the e-mails that make the rounds, especially when they make as much sense as the one I got today from a friend. This was good, so I thought I would share it. I especially like number one!!!
HOW TO STAY YOUNG
AND ALWAYS REMEMBER :
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
August 16, 2007
Believe it or not, when the rain stopped, it really stopped. And as hard as it is to imagine after all that incessant rainfall we received, I am now having to water the lawn to keep it from turning brown and burning up. It has been over 100 degrees...sometimes up to 106 degrees or more, straight temperature...for many days now and we have had ozone alerts for several of those hot days. We are a portrait of extremes here in Tulsa, OK. No doubt about it.
One of the things that continues to amaze me is how Zoe doesn't mind the rain...or the sprinkler. This is the first Miniature Schnauzer I have ever had who didn't totally detest water! And Zoe doesn't run away from the sprinkler like the others have. She doesn't like it if it hits her in the face, but otherwise, it's no big deal to her. She even tries to chase the water!!! Silly dog!
I gave her a bath tonight because she was overdue and she was getting a bit ripe. She doesn't even mind the bath too much. Whereas my other Schnauzers would start running around like a mad bull after they got out of the bath, plowing their face on the carpet and furniture and anything else they could find, Zoe just wanted to make sure she got her treat. She doesn't mind being wet! Weird! But then, Schnauzers are known for being quirky, so I guess she's pretty normal in that regard.
Hope you're staying cool.
August 18, 2007
Zoe is SUCH a helpful little dog. I've been doing laundry this evening. It takes awhile for me to get enough items for a load of laundry, since it's just me dirtying things up. But tonight, I had 3 full loads! Mainly because I had a couple of sets of sheets, several towels and a bunch of jeans I'm trying to shrink (a story for another day). My clothes hamper is in my master bedroom closet, so I have to carry the dirty clothes from the hamper, out of the closet, through my bathroom, through my bedroom, by the living room and down the hall by the formal dining room to my laundry room. It's a long trip carrying a load of laundry that doesn't want to stay in my arms. And the trip was made even longer because Zoe wanted to "help."
I'm sure she's trying to be helpful. Every time I dropped something, she wanted to pick it up. Doesn't that sound helpful to you? She even tried to grab those things that were dangling between my fingers that were close to being dropped. Yep. She got right in front of my feet and jumped up and down trying to grab them for me before they hit the floor. Isn't that sweet of her? Of course, walking with a load of precariously balanced laundry while a little dog is bouncing up and down in close proximity to your feet...a dog that you can't see, by the way, because of the load of clothes you're carrying...can be a LITTLE bit of a challenge! It would be so much less...interesting...if she wasn't "helping" me. Much less...what is the word I'm searching for? Maybe you can fill in the blank.
We did make it to the laundry room, finally. My nerves were only in the frazzled stage, having not yet reached full blown frustration. Zoe is quite fascinated by the whole process and watched every move I made. When I transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer, she tried to help me once again. As I tossed things in the dryer, she tried to snap them out of my hand before I could get them in the dryer. Isn't that NICE???? So helpful! She doesn't want me to drop anything. The rascal.
Then, when the clothes were dry, I had to make the trek back to the bedroom. She tried to snap things out of my hand as I pulled them from the dryer and jumped up and down under my feet again as I made my way down the hall. I'm sure she's just trying to carry some items for me so my arms wouldn't be so full. Snort!
She also tried to help me fold clothes. I laid everything on my bed and she laid herself on top of all that fresh clean laundry. Glad she just had a bath! Yep, she wanted to help so badly, every item I picked up, she also tried to grab from my hand. She didn't like the way I folded the towels, so she unfolded them so I would do it again, the right way. She stayed in the middle of whatever I was working on, lending her "assistance." Oh, she's a helpful little dog, all right. Now I remember why I don't want to do laundry until I'm forced to because I'm running out of underwear!!!!