I was thinking this morning about how some of the things I enjoy in my life have been “acquired tastes”—things that at one point I didn’t care much for, but now love. For example, I remember a time when I hated reading the newspaper, abhorred going to the gym and avoided getting up before 10:00 a.m. on the weekend like the plague.
But now, I enjoy reading the newspaper every morning. While keeping up on current events makes me feel like an educated member of society, I’m always on the lookout for anything having to do with personal finance and health and fitness. And of course I love those warm-fuzzy human interest stories.
As far as going to the gym, it’s now a love/hate relationship. I hate getting myself there, but I love the way it makes me feel. Luckily the love part of the relationship outweighs the hate, which keeps me going back.
And while I still (on very rare occasions) allow myself to sleep past 10:00, I find that I am much happier when I get up and going and actually accomplish something. Maybe it’s because I’m getting older and have started to realize that time is a commodity not to be wasted. Or maybe it’s just because I’ve been working a 'real job' for enough years that my internal clock freaks out if I’m in bed past 6:30. Who knows.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
What happens in Vegas...
...doesn't really stay in Vegas when you have a blog! This last weekend Bryan and I took a long weekend in Vegas for my birthday. On the way there we stopped and did the Hoover Dam tour, which was really interesting and especially fun for me because I had never seen it before. We saw the Blue Man Group which was just as good as everyone said it was, and did plenty of eating and shopping and eating, and of course got in a roller coaster ride at New York, New York. The great thing about Vegas though, is that I didn't have to feel guilty about eating that cinnamon apple crepe or the fruit tart because we did so much walking! The last morning we were there we had the most amazing breakfast at a restaurant inside of the Venetian called Bouchon...I highly recommend it. The only disappointment was that they've closed the Coca-Cola museum! Bryan had never been and I was all excited for him to try all of the crazy flavors of soda that they sell all over the world and when we got there...nothing! All in all, though, it was another perfect weekend getaway...
Sunday, August 13, 2006
I love to see the temple...
Back when the Church announced that there would be a temple built in Sacramento, I told my best friend who lives in the area that when it opened, I would take her to the open house. So that's what I did this weekend. The temple is absolutely beautiful (of course) and it was great to be able to share a little piece of that part of my life with someone who is so close to me.
The rest of the weekend was a blast, as well. We got in a descent dose of shopping (of course!); bbq'd and had poker night with Christine's hubby, parents and grandparents; hung out by the pool; saw a couple of movies; and just generally had a good, relaxing time.
Thanks, Christine, for a perfect weekend!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Doggie Drama
So to say the least, July was not the best month for the Colby clan. Even Jackson didn’t make it into August unscathed. So here’s the story:
After having to board Jackson for the first time recently, we started taking him to Doggie Day Camp once a week or so. We thought it was a great opportunity to get him better socialized with other dogs. He’d gone probably 5 or 6 times, always getting good comments on his little daily report card (and no, I’m not joking about the report card). So one day in July Bryan was going up to Boy Scout Camp and I had an all day departmental retreat for work, so I decided I would drop Jackson off at camp on my way in. Well around 10:00 a.m. I had a break so I checked my cell phone and there were multiple messages from the camp facility. My first thought was that he was sick or injured, which freaked me out, so I called right away.
Come to find out, Jackson bit one of the employees. This of course seemed really strange to me because he is such a gentle little guy. The lady I was talking to had a teenaged son who worked there, and he was the one who got bit. As soon as I called she was basically yelling at me that I needed to get them his proof of rabies vaccinations otherwise her son would have to endure a horrendous round of shots. She’s also telling me that she called my vet and they’d never even heard of Jackson. Oh, great.
Well here’s what actually happened: Jackson had been kind of aggressive with one of the other dogs all morning. Rather than put him on “time out” (which they actually do) they continued to let him play in the yard. Well he and this dog ended up going at it, and this young kid came up behind Jackson, grabbed him by his hind legs, pulled him away from the other dog and then attempted to grab him by the scruff of his neck, at which point Jackson bit him. The facility had a copy of Jackson’s shot records (required for him to even be there) but they lost them. And when they entered his vet’s info into their computer, they chose the wrong one on a drop-down list.
So in the interim, Bryan had to drive an hour and a half back to Gilbert to get the shot record, take it to the facility in Scottsdale where I met him to get Jackson, then I had to take the rest of the afternoon off to take Jackson to the vet (because I was totally panicked about why my dog would bite someone).
The vet told us that his reaction was totally normal, and that if someone is going to try to separate two fighting dogs, there is a correct way to do so, and grabbing them from the hind legs isn’t it.
Well at that point, I thought we were done. But oh, no. The next day I come home and find a notice on our front door that animal control had come by and we needed to contact them about a bite case. Great. Come to find out, whenever a dog bites someone and it’s reported, the dog has to go into a 10 day quarantine. Luckily for us the animal control guy was really nice, saw what a good dog Jackson was, agreed that the guy working at the facility was an idiot, and let us do an at-home quarantine.
Jackson wasn’t super fond of being grounded, but at least they didn’t have to haul him away.
And did I mention that was only part of our July drama? Thank goodness it’s August…
After having to board Jackson for the first time recently, we started taking him to Doggie Day Camp once a week or so. We thought it was a great opportunity to get him better socialized with other dogs. He’d gone probably 5 or 6 times, always getting good comments on his little daily report card (and no, I’m not joking about the report card). So one day in July Bryan was going up to Boy Scout Camp and I had an all day departmental retreat for work, so I decided I would drop Jackson off at camp on my way in. Well around 10:00 a.m. I had a break so I checked my cell phone and there were multiple messages from the camp facility. My first thought was that he was sick or injured, which freaked me out, so I called right away.
Come to find out, Jackson bit one of the employees. This of course seemed really strange to me because he is such a gentle little guy. The lady I was talking to had a teenaged son who worked there, and he was the one who got bit. As soon as I called she was basically yelling at me that I needed to get them his proof of rabies vaccinations otherwise her son would have to endure a horrendous round of shots. She’s also telling me that she called my vet and they’d never even heard of Jackson. Oh, great.
Well here’s what actually happened: Jackson had been kind of aggressive with one of the other dogs all morning. Rather than put him on “time out” (which they actually do) they continued to let him play in the yard. Well he and this dog ended up going at it, and this young kid came up behind Jackson, grabbed him by his hind legs, pulled him away from the other dog and then attempted to grab him by the scruff of his neck, at which point Jackson bit him. The facility had a copy of Jackson’s shot records (required for him to even be there) but they lost them. And when they entered his vet’s info into their computer, they chose the wrong one on a drop-down list.
So in the interim, Bryan had to drive an hour and a half back to Gilbert to get the shot record, take it to the facility in Scottsdale where I met him to get Jackson, then I had to take the rest of the afternoon off to take Jackson to the vet (because I was totally panicked about why my dog would bite someone).
The vet told us that his reaction was totally normal, and that if someone is going to try to separate two fighting dogs, there is a correct way to do so, and grabbing them from the hind legs isn’t it.
Well at that point, I thought we were done. But oh, no. The next day I come home and find a notice on our front door that animal control had come by and we needed to contact them about a bite case. Great. Come to find out, whenever a dog bites someone and it’s reported, the dog has to go into a 10 day quarantine. Luckily for us the animal control guy was really nice, saw what a good dog Jackson was, agreed that the guy working at the facility was an idiot, and let us do an at-home quarantine.
Jackson wasn’t super fond of being grounded, but at least they didn’t have to haul him away.
And did I mention that was only part of our July drama? Thank goodness it’s August…
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