Anywho, in my attempts to rest yet still enjoy the beautiful day that the Lord hath made, I sat on the back patio glider and read the rest of my book (The Friday Night Knitting Club, by Kate Jacobs):
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Sunday, August 30, 2009
it's a beautiful day
It is absolutely gorgeous outside today!! 75 degrees, sunny, clear and a light breeze. Makes me feel like I have a lot more energy than I actually do. It has been really hard to "rest" these last few weeks. Normally, I am like an Energizer Bunny... so sitting around being restricted by my weak muscles, non-fully-functional lungs and really sore surgery site is about to drive me crazy. Fortunately, I gain more self-sufficiency each day that passes. I went from being unable to shower on my own on August 19, to doing laundry and loading/unloading the dishwasher today! Me and Topher even had date night on Friday! AND went furniture shopping on Saturday, although that absolutely wore me out.
Anywho, in my attempts to rest yet still enjoy the beautiful day that the Lord hath made, I sat on the back patio glider and read the rest of my book (The Friday Night Knitting Club, by Kate Jacobs):
Several girls from the Side by Side group in Memphis had read this and recommended it, so I bought it like eight months ago but just got around to reading it. It's 630 pages, but it goes quickly. :) As a warning, there is some bad language in it, but it's relatively sparce. I'm trying to decide what book I want to start next. Or maybe I should concentrate on finishing crocheting the blanket I started a year ago so I'll have it ready by winter...
Anywho, in my attempts to rest yet still enjoy the beautiful day that the Lord hath made, I sat on the back patio glider and read the rest of my book (The Friday Night Knitting Club, by Kate Jacobs):
Thursday, August 27, 2009
good report today
Today was my first follow up visit post-hospital-release. I went to see the cardiothoracic surgeon- Dr. Reda.
I got a chest x-ray done, which apparently is clear of "infiltrates"! Dr. Reda said it looked remarkable!! I get a chest CT done next week, so we'll see if there are any visible nodules on that scan. Having the chest x-ray be clear is a GREAT improvement!!!
Also, the thoracotomy incision looks great- it is healing really nicely. Doc took all the little "steri-strips" off in the office today. The two chest tube holes are healing as well- one better than the other, but Dr. Reda said they shouldn't really scar, which is good news. I don't mind a little scarring from my battle wounds- one of my friends said I just say I was attacked by a ninja. I think I'll stick to that story.
Overall, an excellent report. I am clearly getting better, one day at a time... and it is thanks to all of the prayers I have received from friends and family. Thank you so much for your love and concern for me.
Next week I see the pulmonologist and my internal medicine PCP. I'll let you know the report from the CT and those two visits. :) I see a GI doc (FINALLY!) on Sept 21. Hopefully, a lot of decisions will be made that day about my disease maintenance/care.
"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever."
1 Chron. 16:34
I got a chest x-ray done, which apparently is clear of "infiltrates"! Dr. Reda said it looked remarkable!! I get a chest CT done next week, so we'll see if there are any visible nodules on that scan. Having the chest x-ray be clear is a GREAT improvement!!!
Also, the thoracotomy incision looks great- it is healing really nicely. Doc took all the little "steri-strips" off in the office today. The two chest tube holes are healing as well- one better than the other, but Dr. Reda said they shouldn't really scar, which is good news. I don't mind a little scarring from my battle wounds- one of my friends said I just say I was attacked by a ninja. I think I'll stick to that story.
Overall, an excellent report. I am clearly getting better, one day at a time... and it is thanks to all of the prayers I have received from friends and family. Thank you so much for your love and concern for me.
Next week I see the pulmonologist and my internal medicine PCP. I'll let you know the report from the CT and those two visits. :) I see a GI doc (FINALLY!) on Sept 21. Hopefully, a lot of decisions will be made that day about my disease maintenance/care.
"Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good. His love endures forever."
1 Chron. 16:34
Saturday, August 22, 2009
craziness...
The last six-seven weeks has quite possibly been the worst days of my life... but thanks be to God, I know I'm loved.
Summary: After two hospitalizations, one of which being eight long days, I have been diagnosed with an extremely rare pulmonary manifestation of Crohn's disease. I've had Crohn's for about five years now, but this is wacko. There are less than 10 reported cases of these "pulmonary necrobiotic nodules" and even fewer cases where there are no GI symptoms of a flare-up. So I am a freakazoid. lol! The doctors in charge of my care at the Univ. of KY get to write me up as a case study and will likely publish a journal article. Plus they've asked me to participate in a teaching session- just talk about my experience with all of this madness.
What happened: The pain in my left side started in the very beginning of July. It manifested itself in different ways so I thought different organs were being affected... like spleen pain, then kidney pain, etc. I went to see a family practice doctor, who assumed I had pyelonephritis. Clearly we were wrong about that. Or maybe not- I did have blood and leukocytes in my urine. Who knows. They ended up finding a kidney stone on CT, but it was not the problem either- it was tiny and non-obstructive.
After some antibiotics, I was not getting better. The side pain got worse. I developed a fever. I threw up.
Then the erythema nodosum and arthritis flared up so bad I couldn't walk.
Chris took me to the ER... let the madness begin.
I was admitted for three days and left with no diagnosis and a ridiculous dose of antibiotics to take in case I had an infection. (which I did not have)
Antibiotics, again, were not making me feel better, so clearly they were not working. Still spiking fever on and off again.
Went back to see the internal medicine doctor who took care of me in the hospital. Got a chest x-ray which revealed this enormous "infiltrate" in my left lung, as they called it. So I promptly went to get a chest CT, of which the results scared the living daylights out of me. My lung was bombarded with all these nodule thingies. My first thought: EEEEEEEK I HAVE CANCER!
Next step: Needle lung biopsy. Ew. It didn't suck as bad as I assumed it would, but I was awake, so it freaked me out a little. We got a big bunch of nothin' from that test... Hmm, so what is it?
Meanwhile at home I am worthlessly ill. In so much pain constantly.
Things got really bad on August 10. My fever spiked up to 104 degrees. My doc told me to come directly to the hospital, do not pass go, do not collect $200. So as soon as a bed opened up, I was admitted.
Monday August 10 was the worst day of my life. I was completely miserable from pain all in my chest, burning up from fever, nauseous and throwing up. I had to transfer hospitals around midnight, which meant getting orders for pain, fever and nausea meds was taking FREAKING FOREVER. My sweet momma held me all night. They tried four times to get an IV in my arm, but failed each time. I finally demanded that they stop trying- I would just drink some water.
It was a rough week in the hospital. They did a lung biopsy on Aug 12, via thoracotomy- the laparoscopic attempt failed for whatever reason. That sucked. I had two chest tubes draining fluid into boxes on the floor and a 4-inch incision on my left side between ribs. I had a catheter, which is actually quite convenient, haha. I was on oxygen and a million IV meds. (God bless the woman who was able to stick me on her first try Monday night, once I got to Chandler hospital)
One by one, the cultures from the biopsy were coming back negative for all types of infections- fungal and bacterial. The report was negative for vasculitis (thank goodness). The pathologist referenced an article from Mayo Clinic about these two patients who had non-infectious necrobiotic nodules in their lungs... just like mine. Bring on the steroids. And I was still on lots of antibiotics for good measure.
There were about a hundred doctors working on me: pulmonology, rheumatology, internal medicine, cardiothoracic surgery... and they would make their daily rounds, bringing 15 people in with "the team" every time. (a bit of an exaggeration of course) UK is a teaching hospital, obviously, so there were always attending physicians, fellows, residents and students coming to see me. I'm sure they had a great time with my mystery diagnosis.
Hospital bed = misery. Hospital bathroom = misery. Hospital food wasn't that bad actually, except I couldn't eat. I was always full in three bites or less, then my stomach pain from gas was so bad I couldn't bear to eat anything else. It took an army to get me to the bathroom.
Side note: I've lost 12 pounds as of today (8/22).
I weaned myself off the oxygen tank on Saturday/Sunday- meant I got to go home sooner. My blood pressure and heart rate started freaking out on Sunday or Monday. High BP and extremely low HR. Very strange- no real explanation for that one. I got to go home on Tuesday. Although it took forever to leave because their computer system went down. Of course.
It's been nice to be home. Words cannot express the joy of being out of the smelly hospital. It makes me want to gag just thinking about it, so I wont.
God is good. My family took extraordinary care of me. I had visitors come love on me and encourage me. I got flowers, cards, stuffed animals. But the greatest gift of all was that my father led a complete stranger to a relationship with Christ. He just happened to go outside to check phone messages and regroup and met up with a man on a brick wall. They chatted for a while about what was going on in life, and the conversation with him led to Christ. Daddy came back inside and I boo-hooed as he told me the story. What if all this illness was just for that one man's soul to be saved? Was it worth it? UM, YES IT WAS. Really made me think about Jesus' sacrifice to save all of mankind. I was full of joy, yet I didn't even meet this man. Jesus knows us all.
Suffering is a strange thing. Yes, you have pity parties. Yes, you get frustrated. Yes, you say "why me" sometimes. But I tell you what--- nothing has brought me closer to Christ and to my family. Scripture is full of promises about suffering- that we'll go through it and that it is a blessing. God did not cause my suffering, but He has allowed it. I hope that my life can reflect a positive attitude through this.
Cling to Romans 8:28: "For we know that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose."
God is bigger than us. Much bigger. Scratch that mad spot and get glad- you never know what the Lord is up to. :)
Summary: After two hospitalizations, one of which being eight long days, I have been diagnosed with an extremely rare pulmonary manifestation of Crohn's disease. I've had Crohn's for about five years now, but this is wacko. There are less than 10 reported cases of these "pulmonary necrobiotic nodules" and even fewer cases where there are no GI symptoms of a flare-up. So I am a freakazoid. lol! The doctors in charge of my care at the Univ. of KY get to write me up as a case study and will likely publish a journal article. Plus they've asked me to participate in a teaching session- just talk about my experience with all of this madness.
What happened: The pain in my left side started in the very beginning of July. It manifested itself in different ways so I thought different organs were being affected... like spleen pain, then kidney pain, etc. I went to see a family practice doctor, who assumed I had pyelonephritis. Clearly we were wrong about that. Or maybe not- I did have blood and leukocytes in my urine. Who knows. They ended up finding a kidney stone on CT, but it was not the problem either- it was tiny and non-obstructive.
After some antibiotics, I was not getting better. The side pain got worse. I developed a fever. I threw up.
Then the erythema nodosum and arthritis flared up so bad I couldn't walk.
Chris took me to the ER... let the madness begin.
I was admitted for three days and left with no diagnosis and a ridiculous dose of antibiotics to take in case I had an infection. (which I did not have)
Antibiotics, again, were not making me feel better, so clearly they were not working. Still spiking fever on and off again.
Went back to see the internal medicine doctor who took care of me in the hospital. Got a chest x-ray which revealed this enormous "infiltrate" in my left lung, as they called it. So I promptly went to get a chest CT, of which the results scared the living daylights out of me. My lung was bombarded with all these nodule thingies. My first thought: EEEEEEEK I HAVE CANCER!
Next step: Needle lung biopsy. Ew. It didn't suck as bad as I assumed it would, but I was awake, so it freaked me out a little. We got a big bunch of nothin' from that test... Hmm, so what is it?
Meanwhile at home I am worthlessly ill. In so much pain constantly.
Things got really bad on August 10. My fever spiked up to 104 degrees. My doc told me to come directly to the hospital, do not pass go, do not collect $200. So as soon as a bed opened up, I was admitted.
Monday August 10 was the worst day of my life. I was completely miserable from pain all in my chest, burning up from fever, nauseous and throwing up. I had to transfer hospitals around midnight, which meant getting orders for pain, fever and nausea meds was taking FREAKING FOREVER. My sweet momma held me all night. They tried four times to get an IV in my arm, but failed each time. I finally demanded that they stop trying- I would just drink some water.
It was a rough week in the hospital. They did a lung biopsy on Aug 12, via thoracotomy- the laparoscopic attempt failed for whatever reason. That sucked. I had two chest tubes draining fluid into boxes on the floor and a 4-inch incision on my left side between ribs. I had a catheter, which is actually quite convenient, haha. I was on oxygen and a million IV meds. (God bless the woman who was able to stick me on her first try Monday night, once I got to Chandler hospital)
One by one, the cultures from the biopsy were coming back negative for all types of infections- fungal and bacterial. The report was negative for vasculitis (thank goodness). The pathologist referenced an article from Mayo Clinic about these two patients who had non-infectious necrobiotic nodules in their lungs... just like mine. Bring on the steroids. And I was still on lots of antibiotics for good measure.
There were about a hundred doctors working on me: pulmonology, rheumatology, internal medicine, cardiothoracic surgery... and they would make their daily rounds, bringing 15 people in with "the team" every time. (a bit of an exaggeration of course) UK is a teaching hospital, obviously, so there were always attending physicians, fellows, residents and students coming to see me. I'm sure they had a great time with my mystery diagnosis.
Hospital bed = misery. Hospital bathroom = misery. Hospital food wasn't that bad actually, except I couldn't eat. I was always full in three bites or less, then my stomach pain from gas was so bad I couldn't bear to eat anything else. It took an army to get me to the bathroom.
Side note: I've lost 12 pounds as of today (8/22).
I weaned myself off the oxygen tank on Saturday/Sunday- meant I got to go home sooner. My blood pressure and heart rate started freaking out on Sunday or Monday. High BP and extremely low HR. Very strange- no real explanation for that one. I got to go home on Tuesday. Although it took forever to leave because their computer system went down. Of course.
It's been nice to be home. Words cannot express the joy of being out of the smelly hospital. It makes me want to gag just thinking about it, so I wont.
God is good. My family took extraordinary care of me. I had visitors come love on me and encourage me. I got flowers, cards, stuffed animals. But the greatest gift of all was that my father led a complete stranger to a relationship with Christ. He just happened to go outside to check phone messages and regroup and met up with a man on a brick wall. They chatted for a while about what was going on in life, and the conversation with him led to Christ. Daddy came back inside and I boo-hooed as he told me the story. What if all this illness was just for that one man's soul to be saved? Was it worth it? UM, YES IT WAS. Really made me think about Jesus' sacrifice to save all of mankind. I was full of joy, yet I didn't even meet this man. Jesus knows us all.
Suffering is a strange thing. Yes, you have pity parties. Yes, you get frustrated. Yes, you say "why me" sometimes. But I tell you what--- nothing has brought me closer to Christ and to my family. Scripture is full of promises about suffering- that we'll go through it and that it is a blessing. God did not cause my suffering, but He has allowed it. I hope that my life can reflect a positive attitude through this.
Cling to Romans 8:28: "For we know that all things work together for good for those who love the Lord and are called according to His purpose."
God is bigger than us. Much bigger. Scratch that mad spot and get glad- you never know what the Lord is up to. :)
Friday, July 24, 2009
job hunt woes
I am an intelligent, capable woman, yet I qualify for almost no 'decent' jobs that are currently available. I have no specialties and no advanced degrees. I could apply to be a Patient Transporter at the hospital, but I probably wouldn't get that job because I'm too small and arthritic. Some 180-pound charming male applicant would beat me out for sure. Or I could apply to be a Call Center Coordinator and be extremely perky and friendly all day despite how much pain I'm in that day or regardless of how much someone ticked me off an hour ago. Or I could apply to be a Staff Support Associate at the hospital, whatever that is (requires no education) and make $11/hour... buuuuut they would probably look at my resume and drop me like I'm hot because I am extremely overqualified. EEEEEEKK.
Medtronic was a rare jewel. I got a job there by the grace of God. I acquired clinical research experience and then somehow landed an Associate Scientist job- my chemistry degree actually helped me there. But there are no companies in Lexington that are anything like Medtronic and definitely no positions that are comparable. Everything I've seen requires a Master's degree. dadgum.
Anyway, my one hope was a clinical research job here. Well, I got rejected for two of those without even being interviewed. Turds. lol! I applied for another one on April 28 and I STILL don't know if I got the job. I've had two interviews and I keep getting told "another couple of weeks and we'll have our decision." Well, pumpkins, it's been like over 5 weeks now since my first interview. Bah humbug. I'm HOPING they will get back with the candidates early next week. I mean, just tell me yay or nay please so that I may move on with my life. And my job hunt.
Eight years ago, my mom tried to ask me what I would do with a bachelor's in Chemistry, but I didn't listen. In my defense, I started the chem program with the intention of going on to pharmacy school, but being a pharmacy tech squelched that plan quick. I should have gotten a BSN while I was young and still on my parent's insurance and payroll. Had I done that, I wouldn't be writing this ridiculous post about not having a job. There are about 659 nursing jobs here in Lexington, give or take a few. Christopher thinks I would hate being a nurse. I dunno- it depends on what type of nursing it is. I digress.
Anyway, looking for a job really stinks. I pity people who have absolutely no credentials whatsoever. But hey, maybe they could get that Patient Transporter job.
Or perhaps I should just be a stay-at-home wife and volunteer for a living. God's kingdom-work is so much more valuable...
Medtronic was a rare jewel. I got a job there by the grace of God. I acquired clinical research experience and then somehow landed an Associate Scientist job- my chemistry degree actually helped me there. But there are no companies in Lexington that are anything like Medtronic and definitely no positions that are comparable. Everything I've seen requires a Master's degree. dadgum.
Anyway, my one hope was a clinical research job here. Well, I got rejected for two of those without even being interviewed. Turds. lol! I applied for another one on April 28 and I STILL don't know if I got the job. I've had two interviews and I keep getting told "another couple of weeks and we'll have our decision." Well, pumpkins, it's been like over 5 weeks now since my first interview. Bah humbug. I'm HOPING they will get back with the candidates early next week. I mean, just tell me yay or nay please so that I may move on with my life. And my job hunt.
Eight years ago, my mom tried to ask me what I would do with a bachelor's in Chemistry, but I didn't listen. In my defense, I started the chem program with the intention of going on to pharmacy school, but being a pharmacy tech squelched that plan quick. I should have gotten a BSN while I was young and still on my parent's insurance and payroll. Had I done that, I wouldn't be writing this ridiculous post about not having a job. There are about 659 nursing jobs here in Lexington, give or take a few. Christopher thinks I would hate being a nurse. I dunno- it depends on what type of nursing it is. I digress.
Anyway, looking for a job really stinks. I pity people who have absolutely no credentials whatsoever. But hey, maybe they could get that Patient Transporter job.
Or perhaps I should just be a stay-at-home wife and volunteer for a living. God's kingdom-work is so much more valuable...
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
sorry, little eggies!
I feel like I've been M.I.A. Haven't so much been in the writing mood. Haven't really been in the mood to do anything, actually. I've been in pain for over 2 weeks with my left side/kidney/flank/whatever. Anyway, I prolonged going to the doctor for the majority of those two weeks, mainly because I'm bitter about leaving my amazing docs in Memphis. Not to mention, I am married to a doctor.
Anyway, I broke down on Friday and went to the UK Clinic because Christopher clearly could not fix me at home. I peed in a cup and the results were blood and leukocytes. So I got put on Cipro for treatment of pyelonephritis (aka: kidney infection)
Pain got worse over the weekend. You're supposed to get better when you're on antibiotics. Puked on Sunday night, randomly... I'm guessing from the pain.
So I went back to the clinic on Monday and told them I'm worse. The bacteria culture from Friday was negative which = no kidney infection, so the geniuses did a chest x-ray. (WHY?! I have no idea.) Surprise! They found nothing on that! Still had blood and leukocytes in the pee test, so I was ordered to get a CT. That's where I went today and why I say "I'm sorry, my little eggies"
Young, child-bearing-age women need to avoid being imaged if at all possible. It's not good for the ovaries... bad to fry the eggs, so to speak.
I had to get a lot of imaging done during the diagnosis of Crohn's disease three years ago, so I am sad that it came to this today. Hopefully God chose to protect my little babies in there!! :)
ANYWAY, I am awaiting a phone call from the P.A. to tell me if I have kidney stones... or something else random. We'll see. He's supposed to call me by 7:00 pm. Bah.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
little birdies
We have three bird feeders in the back yard. I've seen almost everything except hummingbirds. They haven't found the nectar yet. :(
Here a few pictures of the sweet little birdies:
Yellow finches- my favorites!
Cardinal
Dove
Red-winged blackbird
(you can't see the red in this pic)
adorable little sparrows
adorable little sparrows
Matthew 6:25-34
25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.
intruder
The other day I was taking Avery for a short little walk and on our way back up the driveway, this cute little Yorkie appears out of nowhere and was following us to the front door. If you know my dog, then you know he loves people, but HATES dogs... especially dogs that are smaller than him. So as soon as Avery realizes he is behind us, he turns around and viciously tries to eat Yorkie. I am frantically trying to shorten the leash and keep Ave off of the poor little thing but the stupid dog keeps trotting up to Avery and trying to be friends! Why?! Anyway, Yorkie is sniffing Avery and my crazy dog is growling and trying to bite him. Ok, I've got to get my dog in the house. So I open the door and try to unhook the leash, but here comes Yorkie happily trotting into the house. EEK!
Side note: Chris is asleep in the office after a 15-hour night shift.
Avery is freaking out and now Yorkie is hiking on Christopher's backpack! "NOOOOOOOO!" I scream, in a whisper. He gets out a drop, which lands on our brand new carpet. DANG IT, DOG! I drag Avery into our bedroom and he commences screeching and barking because he knows I'm alone with the Intruder. Yorkie is merrily investigating our house like it's his own. I scoop him up and take him outside to attempt to find his owner. I leave Avery in the bedroom and I pray that Chris can't hear him yelping across the house.
By the way, it's 2:00 pm and I'm still in my pajamas with no make-up on and some wild hair that has not been combed yet. I pinned the sides back with little clippies but I still looked like something the cat dragged in. Yikes.
The Yorkie has a collar (blue with diamond studs. classy.) but he has no ID tag.
Side note: Please make sure your dog or cat has a tag with a phone number or address.
The first lady I went to wouldn't come outside and talk to me. We conversed through the glass storm door. She attempted to point me in the right direction, but I failed.
The second door I went to was also the wrong one and she had no idea who the dog belonged to. She suggested I post an email on the lost and found with the HOA but I couldn't house the dog until then- Avery would eat him.
Then first lady comes outside and points to the house that I was supposed to go to... ended up being my next door neighbor. I ring their doorbell and I hear some guy yell: "Hey, somebody found your dog!" I handed over the pup and a girl comes out of the garage and thanks me profusely for keeping an eye out and returning him. She didn't know how he got out!
I went back home and rescued Avery from the entrapment of the bedroom. He sped around the house, nose to the ground, hunting for Yorkie. He frantically sniffed my clothes and became extremely agitated that I had picked up another dog.
Oh the craziness.
And Chris somehow slept through the whole thing. Thank goodness for ear plugs.
Side note: Chris is asleep in the office after a 15-hour night shift.
Avery is freaking out and now Yorkie is hiking on Christopher's backpack! "NOOOOOOOO!" I scream, in a whisper. He gets out a drop, which lands on our brand new carpet. DANG IT, DOG! I drag Avery into our bedroom and he commences screeching and barking because he knows I'm alone with the Intruder. Yorkie is merrily investigating our house like it's his own. I scoop him up and take him outside to attempt to find his owner. I leave Avery in the bedroom and I pray that Chris can't hear him yelping across the house.
By the way, it's 2:00 pm and I'm still in my pajamas with no make-up on and some wild hair that has not been combed yet. I pinned the sides back with little clippies but I still looked like something the cat dragged in. Yikes.
The Yorkie has a collar (blue with diamond studs. classy.) but he has no ID tag.
Side note: Please make sure your dog or cat has a tag with a phone number or address.
The first lady I went to wouldn't come outside and talk to me. We conversed through the glass storm door. She attempted to point me in the right direction, but I failed.
The second door I went to was also the wrong one and she had no idea who the dog belonged to. She suggested I post an email on the lost and found with the HOA but I couldn't house the dog until then- Avery would eat him.
Then first lady comes outside and points to the house that I was supposed to go to... ended up being my next door neighbor. I ring their doorbell and I hear some guy yell: "Hey, somebody found your dog!" I handed over the pup and a girl comes out of the garage and thanks me profusely for keeping an eye out and returning him. She didn't know how he got out!
I went back home and rescued Avery from the entrapment of the bedroom. He sped around the house, nose to the ground, hunting for Yorkie. He frantically sniffed my clothes and became extremely agitated that I had picked up another dog.
Oh the craziness.
And Chris somehow slept through the whole thing. Thank goodness for ear plugs.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
weekend family time
I had a fabulous weekend. Christopher and I spent three full days in Oak Ridge hanging out with my family, celebrating momma's birthday and attending my best friend's wedding. As an added bonus, I got lots of home cookin'!
Here are a few pictures:
Mom and Dad at the birthday dinner :)
My mom's family at the reunion on Sunday
My adorable parents at Matt's wedding- they always match :)
Matthew and Kristin Collins!! 
Two of my dear friends- Matt Foster and Levi Dodd
Thursday, June 11, 2009
we're back
Unfortunately, our vacation had to end. Although, I have to admit it's nice to be home even though the house is completely chaotic. We had the interior of the house painted and new carpet laid while we were gone, so what parts of the house I had actually set up and organized prior to vacation, were in shambles when we returned. I seriously thought I was going to have a panic attack. I could not find any of my belongings. But I am slowly digging through boxes and closets. Again.
I decided that I'm never moving again. (yeah right, but wishful thinking??)
As promised, here is the link to our vacation photos if you'd like to see them.
We had a great relaxing time.
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