Sweet Tuesdays

I’m a bad bad blogger. The combination of being busy and at the same time feeling like I don’t have much to write about has deterred me from writing for a few months. The biggest happenings were Blake graduating from college, celebrating our first anniversary, and moving out of our first apartment.

First anniversary. It’s hard to believe that it has been a year, but at the same time it feels like it has been forever as we’ve been a couple for almost four years now. Marriage has been what I thought it would be, although real life is obviously totally different than the hypothetical. I hadn’t expected to get married so young - I thought I would be young and fabulous and living in a big city and then get married when I was maybe 28. Turns out that I still can be young and fabulous and I am going to live in a big city! I wouldn’t recommend it to everyone, but it was the right choice for me. Being married has been the best and most certainly the hardest thing in my life. The best advice I have received about marriage has been from my dearest piano teacher (who was more like my therapist - I never practiced and always talked through my lessons). Unfortunately, I don’t have many good examples of marriages that I would aspire for mine to be like. Last summer, before Blake & I got married, I went to visit my dear friend and she took me out to Dairy Queen for some ice cream. As we got ready to leave she stopped to get a blizzard to take home to her husband. I know it seems small, but I told her that I hoped that I still thought of getting Blake a blizzard after we had been married for over 40 years. She said she could tell me the key in one word: r-e-s-p-e-c-t. After being married for a year - she was right. I know that it’s hard to believe, but I can be hard to live with sometimes and I realize that I am not very respectful. And I mean respectful as understanding the other person’s worth and right to have an opinon, etc. I have my days, but try my best and expect the same in return. It really helps to apply this to all of my relationships. After all, can you truly love someone without respecting them?
(Happy 47th in August L & L!)

So, we’ve been staying with my mom and being total lazy slobs the last few weeks and it has been really nice. I’m going to miss my family and few good friends terribly, but I am also excited for the move. I have always been ready for the next step. And actually part of the reason I have always wanted to live in Boston is because of my family. I have fond memories of family reunions and road trips to Massachusetts as a girl. And mainly it is where my grandpa grew up. My grandpa is one of the most important, greatest influences in my life, practically a surrogate father - so of course I’d want to live where he lived. It’s ironic that he couldn’t wait to move away when he was older!

And I’m ready for my adventure to begin. As a little girl I would ask everyone in my family stories about “when they were a kid”. My brain is filled with memories that aren’t mine. I can picture all the different places in the united states and the world they have been. And the crazy, sometimes dysfunctional (but hey, we put the “fun” back in it!) tales of my grandparents and mother and aunt and uncles. Alaskan earthquakes and bears and bears and hot wheels tracks and stopping leaks in helicopter gas tanks with pieces of chewed gum. I always felt like I needed to catch up and have some adventures of my own. I’ve had a few, mainly in airports with my brother, but I’m ready for some more. Bring it on Boston! I’ll have some stories to make the family proud.

We’re leaving on Monday. I promise to be better and keep you posted, hopefully with pictures.

and everyone else too! We’re coming up on April 22 and you know what that means - Earth Day.  I am lucky to have people in my life, like my husband and my aunt, who are good examples of what a single person can do to be a good steward to our planet.  The one person I’d like to celebrate though, is one who has had the most impact on my life in general: my mother.

Recycling. It’s one of the three “R”s.  Something everyone can do to keep more trash out of landfills. In my own personal experience, Oklahoma is not the most recycling friendly place in larger cities, let alone small towns. But guess what my mom did… just that. In little old small town Oklahoma, she started a recycling program at her elementary school. Because of her efforts, almost everyone has gotten on board and started collecting their recyclable materials. Can you imagine how much recycling, especially paper, that a school can generate? She even sometimes spends over hour going around and collecting the recycling from the classrooms to put outside in the bins - unless she can talk some second graders into helping her.  And it’s obvious that the fruits of her labor aren’t going unnoticed: one day at snack time someone brought cookies in plastic packaging and it was thrown into the trash, which prompted one kindergartner to be very concerned and ask “shouldn’t we recycle that?”.  It’s not like she just “talks the talk” either, she recycles at home too. I think it’s a great example of what one person can do to make a change in their community. Just think if every elementary school had one person who started recycling….

So here’s to you mom!  

Well, obviously Tuesday wasn’t too super yesterday. I’ll admit, I’m just pooped when I get home and would rather watch SVU than update. Luckily, I didn’t have to dissect an eyeball and scooted home to watch. Man, it was intense!

So today we’ll have looking forward to… Wednesday. As most of you know, I am the lady who treats her pets like children. They do actually act like toddlers most of the time and I am almost convinced I don’t need any human children.  I’m constantly breaking up play fights that get too rowdy, have to pet proof everything, cleaning up barf, and even been urinated on in the middle of the night. Twice.    

And yet, I couldn’t live without them.

Boo is my little cat dog. We adopted her as a companion for Tuesday about two months ago from the city animal shelter. I almost always end up calling my pets baby names, so I needed a name that would lend itself to that. Inspired by a great story, Boo Radley was born (even though she is a girl). Looking back, we should have named her “cat” or “ke-ke”, as those are the names we call her. And Blake sometimes likes to call her “boosephus”. Oh well. 
She is such a little rascal, always getting into things - especially the trash.  Boo is full of personality too, meowing until someone answers her back and perpetually sticking her tongue out.

Then there is Tuesday.

Tuesday’s story is a little longer - almost four years ago my little brother begged my mom to let him get a dog from some friends who had a farm dog with puppies. Being a big softy she let him get the smallest one. To my chagrin he named her Tuesday after a Lynyrd Skynyrd song.  “Tuesdays Gone”-great name for a beagle.  He wanted a dog that would follow him around and automatically do what he wanted it to do. Not the story with puppies. Tuesday chewed through many things, including the telephone cord and my high school yearbooks, so she wound up living outside. Let it be known that I love my brother more than anything, but he is an awful pet owner.  He had to be reminded to feed her, hardly paid attention to her at all, and I wanted to beat the stuffing out of him when I found her crate filled with urine soaked towels. 
No one really wanted to pay attention to her because she was so hyper.  I vowed that when I got out of school and didn’t live in the dorms that I would take her. Blake really didn’t know he was getting a package deal when he married me.
So after we got back from our honeymoon and moved into our apartment, Tuesday came to live with us. We started taking her to obedience classes, which was really a lot of fun for us to do together. After I started working & Blake went back to school, we videotaped her and found out she was howling for hours while we were gone. Trying all of the training techniques to no avail, the vet put her on anti-anxiety medicine. She has almost as many neuroses as her mother! She also has to take half a tablet of pepcid ac because she was throwing up every morning. Tuesday is my little baby dog, who sleeps with her head on the pillow and sigh dramatically at you just like a person. She is also very smart, waiting until we go to bed to try and sneak some poop out of the cat box. She knows to growl at me instead of Blake because I will make him take her outside to use the bathroom.  I know I sound like a loon, but she is such a good companion. I love her dearly and am just as unhealthily attached to her as she is to me.

Finally getting to the looking forward to… I found this cute website of a dog bakery in Boston. Look out Polka Dog, here we come!

Oh, and another thing, Blake and I have survived married life ten months today! I’m looking forward to seeing what happens in the next ten.

Well folks, it’s ASPCA day. Check out the history of how the ASPCA started here. For me personally, it’s a day to remember my furry friends and the ones less fortunate than they are.

Truth be told, I’m feeling quite yucky today - I had planned on a post with the stories of all my special animals, but for now I’ll leave you with a picture of my two favorites:

Well, once again I am home late and exhausted from work and class……

Tonight I was fortunate enough to not have to dissect the brain of a sheep. The option of studying the plastic human brain models was given and I was ever so glad to take it. I understand the premise of performing dissections and that viewing an actual organ is completely different than the plastic model, but I just couldn’t help thinking of the sheep those brains came out of.
Did you know that sheep have the ability to remember a large number of faces, including humans, for years? And they can recognize different facial expressions? (I learned this in a facinating article from National Geographic about Animal Minds)

This got me thinking about a number of things….

Warning: Rant Ahead

I have loved animals my entire life. Really and truly loved.  Many of my favorite and least favorite memories as a child have to do with our friends in the animal kingdom. My all time favorite was a gift from my aunt, a gray whale sponsored in my name. She was called Crystal and I got monthly newsletter letting me know her whereabouts and what she was up to. I hesitate to think of what her life is like now…..
Some of the worst were seeing animals in tiny cages in roadside zoos, stories of abuse from stupid high school boys, and the one that everyone usually teases me about: In elementary school we went on a field trip to the circus. I was horrified to see that when the elephants were brought out to perform that they had smiley faces painted on their rear ends. Even as sweet- little elementary school-winnie the pooh loving-Bonnie, I was indignant. I just thought it was so demeaning to the elephants (and after reading about them in the aforementioned article, I think they would be insulted). I hate the circus. Well, I guess I really just hate the way the animals are treated. Bears are not meant to ride bicycles. Laugh if you will, but I vowed that day that I wouldn’t ever go to the circus again. I haven’t. And I won’t.

Speaking of the treatment of animals, I have a friend who recently decided to go vegan, and the wheels were turning when I looked at some websites she mentioned. Many people, knowing how I feel about animals, have asked me why I am not a vegetarian. The truth is, if I thought about it very much I would be. I think that it is fairly well known that the treatment of “ food” animals is quite atrocious. I will admit to crying a little when seeing chickens stuffed every which way into cages on a semi or being eye to eye with a cow in a trailer off to slaughter. 
Blake and I are almost vegetarian most of the time anyway. We eat meat maybe two or three times a week and we only buy turkey products. After some discussion we’ve decided to gradually go veggie, starting with cutting out meat at home. Our first goal is to eat more healthily. Ideally, we would like to eat mainly organic or locally grown foods, including things like eggs from free range chickens (of course on our budget we will probably be eating only top ramen), so we haven’t gone vegan. Am I totally vegetarian? Not yet. Will I shun those meat eaters around me? Of course not! I do love a pepperoni pizza or turkey meatloaf!

My my my…. give me a blog and I will write on it!

I’m sure some of you will be thinking this and I’d just like to sum the whole thing up: People have insinuated that I care more about animals than I do about humans, which is certainly not the case.  This is what I believe - Our humanity lies in the way we treat those around us. To be truly human is to act humanely.

Well, actually the joke is on me, thinking I would have some great idea to update with every Tuesday!

The truth is I am taking an A&P class on Tuesday nights after work and this week I have been cramming for my bone quiz. Here’s some advice, don’t try to learn all of the bones in one day (or two).

(and that isn’t all!)

It is almost surreal to think about all the different parts and processes that make up these bodies we walk around in everyday and often take for granted. The class has been interesting and oddly a little unnerving. Unnerving because of the constant teeter-totter of homeostasis-just keeping things running on an even keel, the thousands of things that can and do go wrong, and how fragile we humans really are.

But then again, there have been those that lived to 93 eating pork rinds every day.
C’est la vie!

I often find my intentions to do things that “make the world a better place” far exceed my actions.  Thus, Super Tuesdays are born! One small action or idea a week seems like a good goal to shoot for.

Earth Hour 2008 is about simple changes that will collectively make a difference in global emissions. This Saturday people from all over the world will be turning out their lights from 8-9pm. What could be easier? Check it out at http://www.earthhour.org/user/4B2h

I know Tuesday & Boo will be big supporters - they seem to think that when the lights go out it’s party time….. running, jumping, and basically spazing out. Looking forward to Earth Hour party time!

With the prodding of my tech savvy husband and dear friend (who has an interesting blog!) I too, have joined the party.

Soon the Hugs will be embarking on our biggest adventure yet - moving to Boston! My main goal is to keep friends & family updated on the move and the exciting goings on that will hopefully ensue. And of course keep you on the edge of your seat with my stories of mystery, intrigue and the furry children’s latest escapades. Love to all!