This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

Why can't I have something nice stay nice?  Six months ago I bought a brand new car.  I have never owned a new car before, I have always bought used cars.  I was so excited to have a brand-spankin' new, fresh off the lot car.

Two weeks ago I was rear ended in front of our office, and now the whole back bumper needs to be replaced.

Yesterday evening, I didn't park in the parking garage because I had to unload some stuff from my car at work.  My car got hailed on, and now I have hail damage on the hood of my car that needs to be repaired.

And just to add insult to injury, two days ago the dog puked in the back seat.

Can my string of bad luck with my car please just end now!

This Is Only a Test

I think our dog Cooper is testing my mothering skills.  Yesterday morning when I went to take him out he made this really deep coughing noise.  When my hubby and I came home for lunch, his cough had gotten worse.  So we decided he should see the vet.  I made an appointment for that afternoon for a vet in town (this is not our normal vet, actually it is like the 10th vet we've seen in the last two years, joys of moving).

I am of course running late leaving the office to pick up Cooper and take him to his appointment.  So I run home, grab Cooper out of his kennel, shove Derby back in the kennel and run out the door.  Derby was not a happy camper that he got left behind.

Cooper hates the vet, all vets, any vets.  He cowers and tries to hide behind me and does his best sad eyes.  So it is hard to tell what is him not feeling well and what is him being a wuss at the vet.  When we get to the vet Cooper is full on drooling all over the place and all over himself.  You could have mopped the floor when we left the exam room and Cooper's whole front shoulder was covered in drool.

It is also fun to try and explain to a vet the symptoms that your dog has, when of course as soon as you arrive at the vet he is no longer coughing.  Luckily, the vet was quick, and 30 minutes later we were out of there with two prescriptions.  The vet thought Cooper has a cold.

But as soon as we left, Cooper seemed to be getting worse.  He didn't want to get in the car, and then on the way home, he threw up in the back seat of my car (let me tell you how happy dog puke in the back of your new car makes you).  One the way home, I also find out my hubby is on his way to another town for work, so I get to handle this all by myself.

I get Cooper home and shove four pills down his throat, and try to make him comfortable in his bed in the middle of the living room.  Cooper is breathing really hard, like he has mucus in his airway.  All evening long I was trying to make him comfortable, and rubbing his belly.  I knew he didn't feel good, he hardly moved all night.

When we went to bed, I kept waking up every hour or so to check on him and make sure he was doing okay.  In the middle of the night he got up to drink water and then wanted out, so I took him out.  I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.

In the morning Cooper was breathing normally again, but still didn't feel well.  I was torn between leaving him at home by himself and going to work, and staying home with him to check on him.  I ended up going to work, and when I came home at lunch he looked much better.  He was even wagging his tail.

He is still not 100%, but I think he is finally on the mend.  I could do with out these mothering tests.

I'm Leaving, On a Jet Plane

I don't know when I'll be back again.  (This was the song my mother sang to me as a baby, and some how I turned out "normal").

Actually I do know when I'll be back again.  I am headed to Vegas for a few days with my girls from Texas (ironically, only two of us is from Texas, we just all met in Texas).

Hopefully I will remember to take a picture or two and will share with you when I get back.

Have a great weekend!

Baby Shower

A couple of weeks ago, I helped a good friend throw a Baby Shower for another good friend of ours, and all of our husbands were all roommates in college.  Still with me?  Anyways, it was a couples shower and it was a lot of fun.  I highly recommend a couples shower over just a regular girls shower.

My friend, Laura, who threw the shower is a pro at taking pictures (no really, people pay her to take pictures).  So I am stealing her blog post with all of the good pictures from the event.  Check out all the cute stuff we made for the party and the new mommy.

Baby Shower

An Elephant Never Forgets

I am apparently no elephant (in more ways than one).

I feel like lately I forget all sorts of things.  It could be that I have crammed too much into my brain over the last nine months, and my memory is revolting.

You would think I would be a pro at packing by now, I do it every week.  But I think I am actually digressing.  A few weeks ago I cleaned out my "Bathroom Bag." It holds everything I need to get ready, and then some.  It was getting heavy so I cleaned it out.  When I got done I was so proud of myself because it was so lite.  Until I got half way to Wichita and realized it was so lite because I forgot to pack my straightener and hair dryer.  Although, I do have to say this forgetfulness turned out good, because the new ones I picked up work much better.  Last week I managed to forget all of my jewelry (except for my wedding rings), socks, and my favorite flip flops.  I felt naked without jewelry all week.

I month ago I was filling out some health questions and I completely forgot to mention that my mom had breast cancer.  I guess in my mind since my mom was never sick, and never had chemo, she also never had breast cancer.  She did have a double mastectomy, which I guess my brain just lumped in with some of her other surgeries.  I have no explanation for this laps in memory, and feel kind of bad about it.

If it wasn't for Facebook, I would not remember any of my friend's birthdays.  I always remember my family's birthdays, not that I always remember to send anything.  I am working on remembering my in-laws' birthdays.  And Will and I have not had our 1st wedding anniversary yet, so neither one of us has had the opportunity to forget that one.

Don't even get me started on internet passwords.  Why does absolutely everything on the internet have to have a password?  I try to use some of the same passwords, I know it is not as safe, but I can't remember 3,572 passwords.  Our health insurance alone has 3 different user id and password combos.  Today I forgot the password to our copier in the office. Luckily I found the small piece of paper I had scribbled it on from the last time I forgot, and had to call the company to find out what it was.

I know I could be more organized, but let's face it, at 30 my personality is not going to magically change to a Type A organized person.  I like my piles and my mess, and for the most part I am keeping it all together.  At least that's what I let everyone think.  ;)