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Jasper is still doing the thing where he refuses to walk with anyone. Yesterday, he wouldn’t come with me, so I dropped the leash and walked away again. After we got the mail, he spotted a sprinkler on someone’s lawn and found that riveting, so he dragged me over to check it out. I refused to walk into the sprinkler, so he lay down on the lawn and stared at it, ignoring me. Again, I had to walk away. We must have looked ridiculous, with me marching down the street, refusing to look back, and him sitting on the lawn staring after me. Finally, he got up and ran after me, trailing his leash behind him. Goofy.

We had a similar walk last night, with him following me around the block, trailing his leash. I was glad it was too dark for anyone to see us.

At least he’s gotten better with the car. He’s finally figured out that if he goes in the car, he gets to stay with me, instead of returning to the house. So now, if he sees me getting my keys before a walk, he bolts for the car and stands by the power door, indicating his intention to go with us.

Okay, on to what people really want – pictures. First a few pictures of the old, shaggy Jasper.

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Jasper cannot figure out why Maya would be so bold as to lie on his couch and not share her lunch.

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Here he is, demonstrating his understanding of the importance of good oral hygiene. His toothbrushes don’t last long, though.

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Here he is being outrageously cute.

And now, the cut:

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I didn’t actually get very good pictures. Jasper was clearly fed up of the paparazzi today.

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I didn’t let them cut his tail.

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Thirteen Things about just making it up

WordPress hates me and ate my post again, this time the 13 good things about not having air conditioning*, which I wrote to make me feel better as the sweat trickles down … well, you know.

1. My feet never get cold.
2. I never miss the smell of fresh air.
3. I get to sleep in the warm air with the fan blowing on me, which I love, without J complaining that it is inefficient to open the windows at night and let out all the canned air, as I do when our air conditioning works.”
4. I’m saving money.
5. I can feel virtuous about using less energy as well.
6. I have an excuse not to cook, as it will heat up the kitchen too much.
7. When it gets really hot, I can use it as an excuse not to do any housework at all.
8. It is also a good excuse for ice cream. (Like I need an excuse!)
9. The kids have no reason to hide out inside and so they go out and play in the little backyard pool instead.
10. When it gets really bad, I have to take them to the water park, where I cannot work and am forced to just read a book instead.
11. It’s good for getting sympathy from friends.
12. Sometimes that sympathy translates into invitations to their house and occasionally, a pool is involved (although that has yet to happen this year).
13. The last time I wrote this out, I had 13 things. Stupid WordPress. When I remember what the last one was, I’ll stick it in here, I swear.

It did it again! It ate the whole thing! But this time, I was smart and I copied it first! Ha! Take that, Worpress!
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It wasn’t as humid yesterday, and is even better today, and I could even breath properly most of the time, but it is still a little too hot for my liking. Lots of sweating.

Poor Jasper is suffering way worse than me, though, with that big fur coat. I got ready to pick up the kids from school the other day and prepared to bring him along as I always do when they are all at school (Boo is only their full days for two days). He was all excited and waited at the door wagging his tail. I put the leash on him, opened the door, went out and waited for him to follow and he stopped dead at the doorway. I’m so glad I made the appointment last week to get him buzzed, even if he will look like a doggy dork. He’ll be more comfortable. (Yes, of course I’ll post pictures.)

So soon, no more hot dog. He’s at the groomers right now.

He was not impressed that I was leaving him there, even though there were two nice people patting him and telling him how lovely he is, and started to cry as I left. I swear, I felt almost as badly as I did when I first left my kids at daycare.

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Way back in the beginning of this blog, in the bloggy stone age, I wrote about chronic pain and painkillers. I explained why I took them and how the addiction scenario portrayed in the TV show House is unrealistic. I was all pro-drugs. Now I’ve decided I have to quit taking them. And it is going to suck.

My biggest problem is that my body gets used to the amount of meds I’m taking pretty quickly (and it seems to be speeding up as time passes), which means I have to take more and more for any effect. That is annoying – I imagine myself having to swallow 20 pills per dose someday, which is stupid.

Also stupid is that as my body becomes more used to the drugs, the more I experience withdrawal symptoms if I don’t take the pills. Withdrawal doesn’t automatically equal addiction, by the way. Plenty of drugs produce dependence, like all anti-depressants, and the fact that your body gets used to them and then feels badly when they are removed is very common. That’s all well and good, but what it comes down to is the same thing – I have to take the pills or I start feeling like crap, crap that has nothing to do with the FMS. I don’t like being tied down that way and that, plus the lessening efficacy, means it is time to toss them.

Easier said than done, unfortunately. It’s going to hurt. You know all those bad 70’s cop shows when the junkie is picked up all sweaty and shaking and promised to spill everything he knows for a fix, because he’s ‘hurting bad’? It’s pretty accurate. It does hurt and sweating and chills can be involved, if you go cold turkey. I do not plan to go cold turkey, but it is still going to hurt.

Fortunately, J is very supportive, because I am about to become even less useful than I already am, and that’s pretty darn useless.

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but not in the good way.

I think as long as this hideous heat wave continues, I will have to use ‘hot’ in the title.

I used to love hot and humid weather and now I hate it. Two reasons, I think. One, it is hotter more than it used to be – the world is going to hell in a hand-basket – and two, I am no longer a student whose job it is to sit around and read or write. As long as I don’t move, I’m fine, but my children complain when I never move, and groceries don’t get done and laundry piles up.

Worse, now when it is really humid, I have trouble breathing. This started a couple of years ago and earned me a battery of tests (its always something – have I mentioned that?) and the conclusion is: it doesn’t exist. They can find nothing. Once, I had it for a couple of days and my brother, who managed a medical clinic, became completely freaked out and begged me to let him take me to the ER to be double-checked. He managed to make me a little nervous so I finally agreed. I hadn’t been nervous up to that point, as we were going on the assumption that it was a little asthma thing.

When I finally saw a doctor, he told me that it was anxiety. He asked me no questions, but when the asthma test came back negative, he leapt quickly to that conclusion. I said, with no sarcasm intended at all, “Really? I didn’t know you could have an anxiety attack if you weren’t anxious about anything.” But hey, he’s the doc. He gave me Ativan. Ever taken that? It makes everything fine. I liked it. Unfortunately, the breathing thing didn’t improve one bit.

My brother and I chatted about how ironic it was that when he was feeling all anxious about life, he went to the doctor and the doctor basically told him to suck it up and be a man, but when I went to the doctor with an actual physical problem, they just wrote it off as anxiety and sent me home. The fact that the Ativan had no effect didn’t change his opinion at all.

That is the good thing about blogs – you can just ramble on about shit and no one can say, “You told us that story before!” Well, you can, but in this case I haven’t.

So my point is, hot and humid sucks. Cold and frigid sucks to. Why am I living here?

Did I mention our air conditioning is broken?

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I took poor hot Jasper out for a walk this morning. He thought that was a good idea, until we hit the wall of humidity outside. (Our air conditioner is not working, but it is still a lot cooler inside than out.) We made it to the bottom of the driveway and he stopped. I convinced him to move forward about four more steps, then he sat down. I waited. Then he lay down on the street and put his head on his paws, making it clear that he didn’t care what I thought, he wasn’t moving.

I dropped the leash and headed off down the road. I needed to get the mail and I was going with or without him. It was my bet that he’d panic, just like a small child, when I made it a certain distance away from him and clearly wasn’t returning, but he might have just called my bluff and just gone back to the house to wait for me. I took the chance. Sure enough, about 4 houses away I heard the pitter patter of big feet coming up behind me.

The nice thing about pulling this move on a dog is that he didn’t throw a tantrum afterwards and yell, “You left me!”

Despite how much I love his fluffy stuffed-animal look, I’ve made an appointment for Thursday to get him shorn. He’s just too hot, poor bugger, wearing that big fur coat.

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Ooops, I missed Thursday! I was all distracted by the great news my friends got. In honour of the arrival (finally!) of their referral for their daughter, 13 things I love about babies:1. They love you unconditionally. They don’t care if you are fat or bald or missing a nose, they think you, as the parent, are the most wonderful thing ever. (Now, in case some teenager is reading this and thinks, “Yes, this is why I want a baby! I want someone who loves me, I’d like to point out that they also don’t care if you are tired or sick or bored, they want what they want when they want it and it is all up to you to provide it, so don’t go thinking that unconditional love thing carries the day.)2. It is so easy to solve their problems. They fall down, you hug and distract them. They can’t stick their fingers in the light socket, you hug them and distract them. A little love and a little distraction is all it takes to solve most of the average baby’s problems. When your kid comes home to tell you that Jacob told all the other kids not to play with him because he’s stupid, or your daughter gets dumped by her first boyfriend, you long for the days a hug and kiss from mom could actually fix a problem.3. Their heads smell amazing.

4. Their feet are so soft and smooth and clean and small. As they age, it is all downhill for most of their body parts, but particularly the feet.

5. The sharp, white, perfectness of that first tooth peeking through the gums.

6. They don’t yet speak and therefore never say, “You aren’t wearing that, are you?” or “I wish you were more like Christopher’s mom,” or “You know what’s weird? All your stories are boring. Hasn’t anything interesting ever happened to you?”

7. You know every inch of their body so well. As they age, suddenly they have big foreign feet and you no longer know what their hair feels like with shampoo in it.

8. Their brilliance. All babies are brilliant, making the most surprising and marvelous connections. One day you say, “Where’s your doggy?” and they point to it! Brilliant.

9. Their persistence. They try to turn over from front to back and can’t, but do they quit? Nope. They just keep trying over, and over and over, until they get it. Same with sitting up, crawling, walking. They just never stop trying.

10. You get to see the world a whole new way through their eyes. Everything is cool. Look at that big dog! Isn’t the kitty soft? What do you see? A bird! And since they learn so fast, it just keeps being new.

11. That whole-body smile they give you when they see you after you’ve been away (even if it was to the bathroom).

12. How when they are hungry and fussing and you put them on the boob (I assume it is the same with a bottle, but I don’t know) and they get that first taste of milk, their whole body relaxes and their eyes practically roll up in their heads like I imagine happens with a heroin junkie who has just shot up.

13. When they finally calm down after a crying fit and their little body relaxes onto your shoulder until it is completely limp. There is no feeling like the soft weight of a sleeping baby on you.

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1. Pass the Chocolate

Thirteen Things about just making it up

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WOO HOO!

When I found out I was pregnant with Maya, I was thrilled and very terrified. With Asher, I was happy, but it was mixed with the awareness of the awfulness of the next nine months. With Boo, it was utter shock (a maybe a wee bit of horror) for about 2 weeks.

I can only think of two baby announcements that have filled me with pure, unadulterated joy. The first was about 3 years ago, when a very good family friend told us that she was 12 weeks pregnant, after 10 years of infertility and her third and last try at in-vitro.  Her boy is 2.5 years old now, and he still seems like a miracle.

The second was tonight, when very good friends phoned to tell us they finally, finally got their referal for their daughter from China. It has been years they’ve been waiting and given that the waiting has been driving me nuts, I can only imagine how difficult this was for them. But the end is in sight! Their baby is 7 months old and they are going to bring her home in August, and I’m so excited for them. Even the kids got how great this is, jumping around and yelling, “Yeah, we get to meet the baby soon!”

I love it that we still have a few friends having babies. I don’t want any more myself, but I am so looking forward to holding theirs. I can’t wait to meet her.

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