cheerful
Posted on March 13, 2007
Filed Under parenting, suburban joys |
Two things I’m excited to share with you today, and, I promise, today’s post gets a G rating, unlike yesterday’s rant about vaginas.
One: Please see the photo of the tiny little snowdrops pushing up amidst the ice and the melt and the glacial thaw that’s taking place. These graceful little shoots are our first sign of life beneath the snow crust and I’m feeling really cheerful about it. I also think that the birds may have adopted their spring songs, changing their trills over from a sort of sad and melancholy winter sound to the avian version of Avril Lavigne singing something off of ‘Let Go’, loud, with the windows open. Do birds have different calls based on seasons or am I just given to more optimistic interpretations when the mercury creeps past fifty and the sun shines?
Two: After a year and a half of following a Gluten-free diet, I finally listened to my mother and picked up a little package of pills called Digestive Advantage and now I am free to consume pizza and bread and pasta and cookies again. Weee!!! Hooray!!!! I’ve missed Thin Mints and Penne and ice cream cones and grocery store birthday cakes with the icing that turns your tongue blue. IBS sufferers everywhere should march right out and get themselves a package of this stuff because it’s no fun to deny yourself a whole food group just because such consumption causes symptoms that most people associate with food poisoning. I want to thank my mother whose advice I generally ignore because she feels compelled to weigh in on everything, even those topics with which she has absolutely no experience. Last week she spent 15 minutes on what may be wrong with the alternator in our 10 year old Mitsubishi. My mother, the mechanic, the physician, the entrepreneur, the therapist, the veterinarian, the astrophysicist, is frequently ignored by her very own children who have grown tired of her boundless knowledge and ceaseless lecturing. But this time, a rare and fleeting love-your-mother moment overcame me and I bought the little pill she’d heard about while watching morning television and low and behold she’s a gastroenterologist after all.
Can I add a third thing I’m happy about?
Three: Our dog, Tallulah, actually slept all afternoon instead of pilfering in garbage cans, disemboweling stuffed animals and terrorizing the cats. She was exhausted from the three mile jog we were able to take together; the first in nearly a week because of ice and snow and sub-zero wind chill factors.
Photo 1: Taken today, Tallulah after a three mile run in mild weather. I call it restful.
Photo two: Taken last week, Tallulah attempting to tear apart a ball in the living room because she hasn’t been outside for more than a squat in over forty-eight hours. Not restful. Today, I love the weather, flour, my mother and my dog and I haven’t felt simultaneously positive about all four of these things in a long, long time.
An addendum to cheerful post, written today at 12 pm: Just got back from tennis practice and have to add another bit of cheerfulness. Turns out Tennis Babe, the one who shows up to team practice wearing a different, very short tennis outfit with matching earrings each week and has the audacity to go to Florida during February break so the long tennis legs are now very, very tan and only highlight the fact that mine look like cottage cheese, and is never caught without at least 4 carats of diamonds in ears, on wrist or on finger at all times and actually sucks at tennis but is about 12 feet tall so strikes an imposing figure on the court anyway, well, she gets acne too! A big, honking pustule on the end of her nose today. I could tell she wanted to be wearing a paper bag over her head. I cherished the moment because you know she’s off to the dermatologist or facialist or wherever to tear someone a new asshole and insist that this never be allowed to happen again!
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I think you need the PuppyTorture-5000™
Seriously though. Caesar Milan uses a treadmill. If you have a dog that wants to run 10 miles, and you’ve only got the time or body to walk 3, then a treadmill might be a good idea.
My first search found only powered treadmills. They run over $1000. GrandCarpet Mill makes unpowered models which are less than $400.
I wonder why this treadmill for pups is wooden and looks like a Medeival torture device? Couldn’t it just look like normal treadmill but smaller?
And if you think I’m spending $400 on my dog’s workout you’ve got me figured out all wrong.
the pimple on the nose just tells us what we already know…tennis-prom-queen’s sh** stinks too (just like everyone else’s)