Friday, January 29, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
My intents were good. That’s all I’ll say, but I’ve never babysat another persons pet before and my inexperience landed me in some major doo-doo today, literally.
One of Husband’s athlete’s was competing in Arkansas this weekend and while she was out of town, I offered to swing by her house a couple of times a day to make sure Alex (that’s the dog) was fed and walked.
My first visit was yesterday evening. I arrived to find little Alex sitting obediently in her carry crate just as Nikki (that’s Husband’s athlete) had said. Alex was pumped to have some company and when I opened the door to her tiny crate, she bounced out of it like some sort of wind-up toy on speed. We played and chased for a while and when it came time to put her back into her crate and leave, I couldn’t do it. The idea of her being home alone in her little cell was too much, so I packed up her bed, some toys, a leash her food bowl with food and took her back to my house. This is where things started to go bad.
Upon arrival at my house, I set Alex up in the spare room. I placed her bed in what I deemed to be the coziest corner of the room. Her food and water bowl were close by and her toys weren’t too far away either. I let Alex out of her crate expecting her to prance right over to her bed, climb in and settle down for the night. Mmmm, that never happened. She was very stressed out in her new environment. She paced and yelped and gave me looks that fluctuated between anger and pleading, “how could you do this to me? Where the hell am I?” “Pleeease, get me out of here. Take me home.” This was starting to feel like not such a good idea, but I left the room thinking she would settle. Even with her constant scrapping at the door. Even when the scraping turned to jumping. Even when the yelping never stopped, I truly believed she would settle. But she didn’t, so I decided she might feel a little safer and more secure if I put her back into her crate. But no, that did not work either and she continued through the night in cycles of yelping and silence.
At 7am I decided the best thing to do was take her back to her own house. I walked into the room she was staying in and was instantly slapped in the face with the ripe, fresh smell of poo. Oh God, this is bad. I went over to the crate and looked inside. Not only had Alex pooped in her crate but she had also been twisting and turning in it for God knows how long. This was gross to the max. Times a hundred billion. Bad, bad, bad all the way to the bone. I immediately open the crate door and when I tell you she couldn’t get out of there fast enough, she-could-not-get-out-of-there-fast enough and who could blame her. But now she was belting it around the room with her tiny poo paws, putting poo everywhere. I scooped fecal Alex up in one hand and the fecal crate in the other. The crate went outside the door and Alex when straight into the bathtub where I spent 20 minutes or so apologizing and scrubbing poo off her head, paws, back and belly. It was gross. Once Alex was clean and dry, thank you my trusted hair-dryer, I went outside to deal with the crate. And honestly the less said about that the better. Lets just say there was gagging.
Once all the poo had been washed away, I decided it would be best to walk Alex before we left, just in case she wasn’t completely done with her bathroom situation. But even that was no fun. Dexter was so excited to see our little guest that he couldn’t stop himself from dive-bombing her ever time she tried to walk. He would sprint towards us hard & fast and right at the last second, right when you feared impact of the worst kind, he would bail off to the left or right and circle around for another go. It was a disaster. The whole thing was a complete disaster. And rather than put this poor little poochie through any more misery, I loaded her up and took her home.
I don’t imagine Nikki will ever let me pet-sit for her again. But can I just say, in my defense and as a closing statement, my goal heading into this was not for Alex to end up rolling around in a tiny space with her own feces, but was for her to spend the weekend hanging and bonding with some new friends and not sad and lonely at home, waiting and pining for Nikki. That and I did pick up her mail too. I rest my case.
Here are some photos of little Alex. Taken upon her clean and safe return home.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Last week I was thrilled and excited to get the opportunity to shot my co-worker and friend, Gina’s adorable little family. Gina and I had been trying to hook up this shot since before Christmas but between one thing and another, it never happened. Last weekend however, it did and wouldn’t you know that was the week Georgia faced its coldest temperatures in something like 80 years. Remember our frozen lake, yeah, it was that cold. But neither of us was prepared to cancel and with hypothermia nipping closely at our heels, we kept it movin and shot as fast as we could.
As miserably cold as it was, the Dobrasz family showed up smiling and giddy. Gina brought her larger than life personality which kept us both laughing like a bunch of disobedient school girls. John brought sophistication and maturity and kept things moving at a good pace, least any of us get stricken down with the frost bite. Baby Oliver was a complete trooper. So easy-going and mellow, for all he knew, we could have been shooting on a beach in Miami. The only time he came even close to complaining was when hunger started to kick in.
Gina and John, thank you so much for letting me shoot your yummy little family. You are both the perfect ying, to each others yang and little Oliver, well he’s displaying the best of both worlds. The only thing I ask is that next time we shoot, lets try giving Spring, Summer or Fall a go. Just an idea ; )
Saturday, January 16, 2010
I've always proclaimed that I'm a child of the '90's, and by that I don't mean I believe I was born in the the '90's, I know thats not true, sadly. I was definitely born in the 70's, the higher end of the decade thank you very much, but my whole adult life I believed that during the 80's I was too young and very uninterested in anything to do with music or fashion. My biggest concerns during that time were do I ask Santa for a bike this year or is that just too much? Will my new trainers make me run faster than my old trainers. Why won't my brother let me play football with him and his friends? "Cos your a girl" he told me. What?? That doesn't make sense. If I get a My Little Pony it has to come with a hairbrush ("Daaaaad (tears streaming down my face) it doesn't have a hairbrush. Its no good without a hairbrush, how am I suppose to brush his tail?? No I can't use my own one, its too big").
As far as music and fashion went, I had little or no interest, or so I thought.
Yesterday as I'm creeping my way along the soul destroying Friday evening traffic here in Atlanta, I'm listening to a radio station that's doing an "80's Weekend" and there I am, movin, shakin and singin at the top of my lungs to Wham "....I don't want your freeeeeedom, I don't want to play around, I don't want nobody baby......lalalalalala....girl-all- I-want-right-now-is you, do-do-do-do000h".
The Madonna classics like Material Girl. Then there was the "Its Raining Men" song by a group I can't remember and honestly thought was circa 1970 something anyway. Either way I'm well impressed with song word recalling abilities until a thought stops me dead in my mental tracks. Wait a second, am I in fact a child of the 80's and not the 90's as previously thought?? Noooo, surly not. Come to think of it I do remember back-combing my hair, stacking jelly-bracelets from wrist to elbow and teaming my little black ankle boots up with leg-warmers, but I could have sworn that was the early 90"s, was it not??? I don't suppose the radio station was confusing their 1980's and early 90's music were they?? This is a real blow I have to say. The radio station has thrown a complete spanner in the works. I now have to re-think my personal history timeline and try and figure out who it is I really am. I just don't now anymore. Thanks alot George Michael, Madonna and all your other 1985 buddies. You've succeeded in making me feel, of all things, OLD. Rude!
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
“Sweetheart, I promise to try and not to get too white-trash. Living here is gonna make it hard, but I’ll do my best”.
Husband - Jan 1st, 2010
Not really the New Years Resolution I was expecting to hear out of Husband’s mouth and after the initial shock and horror of discovering that being nonwhite-trash is a constant, daily struggle for him, I was grateful for his honestly & trust and I promise, with all my heart, to be the perfect sponsor and work tirelessly to keep him on a path NOT bound for 8 Mile.
But lets deal with the obvious, my lack of blog presence this Festive Season. It really has been a jam packed Christmas with very little downtime. But I’m not complaining, not in the least. I got to catch up with my extended family in Boston, then my parents and younger brother flew over from Ireland for a week to hang with us at our new home. Time with family, no complaints there.
If I was one of those annoying voice-over disclaimer people you hear at the end of radio ads for new cars and bank loans, my Christmas would sound a little something like this (please imagine it read at high-speed, ala disclaimer dude)
- Day before Christmas Eve, leave work, fly to Boston.
- Christmas Eve start the morning off with a little cross-country skiing, cos least we forget, it snows in Boston at Christmas. Last minute shopping. Dinner with all my Boston in-laws. Meet newest nephew, 6 week old James and play lots of basketball with other nephew, almost 2 yr old, Paul.
- Breakfast at brother and sister in-laws. Opening of gifts. Play a little more basketball with almost 2 yr old, Paul. Power walk before big Christmas Day feast. Relax the rest of the evening on the couch with mother-in-law watching marathon “Law and Order” episodes, perfect.
- Day after Christmas Day, also known as St. Stephen’s Day in Ireland, fly back to Atlanta and wait the arrival of my parents flight from Ireland. But alas, delayed, delayed, delayed. Final arrival time, 1.30am, yes, the wee hours of Sunday morning.
- Later, as in a much more reasonable Sunday morning hour, parents and brother meet Dexter, and re-met Fintan. Stroll around the house and surrounding areas. Power breakfast of eggs and bacon, then boat tip on the lake.
- Monday & Tuesday Shinks had to work, but Wednesday I took my parents and brother to “Dialog in the Dark” exhibition. If this exhibition should come to a town near you, go, its amazing. The premise behind the exhibition is to experience life as a blind person. You are in total darkness with nothing but your cane, your 4 remaining senses and your guide, who by the way is an actual blind person, to help you navigate your way from room to room. It really is amazing and a big eye opener if you will, to the daily challenges of being blind. After that we drove to Chateau Elan for some lunch and a tour of the winery, complete with wine tasting, yummy.
- Thursday, plenty of shopping and dinner to bring in the New Year.
- Friday, parents and brother fly back to Ireland.
And there it is. The Christmas catch-up. Hopefully that explains my serious lack of blogging and my efforts to get back on track. It really was a great Christmas and I got to spend plenty of time with some of the most important people in my life. Now I’m looking forward to a New Year full of possibilities and challenges. My big wishes for myself heading into 2010 is to step outside my comfort zone more. To do things that scare and intimidate me. To take a few more risks. I believe I’m risk avert by nature so I’m working on dipping my toe in the water of risk a little bit more in 2010. I also want to be more positive. Believe it or not, most who know me will probably believe, but I am prone to a little skepticism and negativity. So this year I will be challenging myself to view things in a more positive way.
I wish myself luck and lets see how it goes.
Here are a bunch of snaps from my parents visit.