It’s the last day of November, Sunday, and it’s Turkey Day at our house. If only for us. After last year’s meltdown (mine) and a fed-up husband (Todd) we decided to dine out for Thanksgiving this year and make ourselves somebody else’s problem. So free turkey remained in the fridge until this morning, when I … Continue reading Delivered Quietly
The Pets
Dear Mom & Aunt Dianna, Again
Good morning, ladies. It’s a little after 7 a.m. here, everything is frost-colored. My phone says “It’s 25 and sunny.” They say it like it’s a positive thing and the only thing I’m positive about is that I’m not in Jamaica. Except I just looked at your weather and it’s looking like rain. Ha ha … Continue reading Dear Mom & Aunt Dianna, Again
Dear Mom & Aunt Dianna
While the two of you are resting your laurels on the sandy beaches of Jamaica, sending me unsolicited feet-in-the-foreground pics of the blue-green ocean and perfectly white fluffy clouds suspended in an azure sky, I am freezing my ass off in 15-degree Maryland with two dogs who are testing my ability to [National] Love-Your-Pet-Day. MY … Continue reading Dear Mom & Aunt Dianna
Gone to the Dogs
When’s the last time I had a “My Life is Shit” post? Well, apparently the doggo gods have decided we’re overdue. But first – a trip to the Mart of Wal. Or you can skip the next five paragraphs. The choice is yours. You do you. I bought a raven lamp a couple of years … Continue reading Gone to the Dogs
Bedlam
Another forbidden-in-the-house activity. These dogs. I was going to write about something more serious, but – dogs. So Bee is super hyper. At first I thought it was Shuggie, but I have since learned that Bee is off the hook. Especially first thing in the morning. She’s like a horse fresh out the gate and … Continue reading Bedlam
Q-Day 182: Furry Shenanigans
Shuggie and Sabra went to the vet for their checkups. Together. Shuggie is not really good at the leash thing. I practiced with her in the yard several times, but ultimately counted on her following Sabra to make it successful. What was I thinking? Todd was in a meeting so that left me on my … Continue reading Q-Day 182: Furry Shenanigans
Q-Day 163/167: Poodle Nation
"My Three Poodles." Front, left to right: Sabra, Bee. Back: Shuggie. I started working on this post to commemorate 150 days in quarantine, but it got kinda long and I thought it was probably better to just trash it. In a one-paragraph nutshell: I’m still working. There might be a mandatory furlough or less hours … Continue reading Q-Day 163/167: Poodle Nation
Q-Day 147 – Moving Forward
I’ve been on an emotional rollercoaster for weeks now and I finally consulted a professional. I’m really bad at preventing my anxiety from chewing a gaping hole in my stomach. Nonetheless, I’m now working a clear path through the fog of fuckery. Todd and I have been on vacation this week… guess where we went? … Continue reading Q-Day 147 – Moving Forward
My Life is Shit 2.0
It’s been 8 days since we welcomed two new additions to our home. We adopted two standard Poodles, given to us by a longtime friend of Todd’s who is a breeder. Pi was part of her line, and therefore, by extension, so is Sabra. We had been discussing this since last fall. There were pros … Continue reading My Life is Shit 2.0
Coping With Loss
I’ve not been eager to write. The month of March has passed very quickly, yet [mostly] uneventfully save for the one thing I never thought I’d have to face. And here’s where I am going to quite possibly write the shortest blog post I’ve ever written. Friday, March 15th I had to put Oliver to … Continue reading Coping With Loss
The Tara Chronicles 