Smoosh

I managed to sleep through my WW meeting...and my classes today. I'm worn out exhausted. I spent several hours last night making candy for the niece-unit's birthday party this weekend. One which I will miss. I'm traveling from one end of the state to the other tomorrow. Today, I'm just going part of the way. Tomorrow, the full journey begins, with Sunday bringing all of it. It's for a good reason. My cousin is getting married this weekend, and Granny is going. Granny will have both of her kids and all five of her grandkids together in one spot. That is something that has not happened in a very very long time. Many years. Definitely getting pictures of that. For now, I shall pack up and out and migrate across the state. I am feeling regretful about not going to the meeting or weigh-in today. Kinda. I really wanted the sleep, but I also wanted to weigh. Ah well. Next week!

Welcome to the Jungle...

I've got some Guns'n'Roses playing in my head. This week was rough, and as usual, I was expecting a gain on the scale today at the WW meeting. I had an ovarian cyst rupture, which creates havoc and a half on my body. Hormones go haywire, I retain water like mad, I crave everything under the sun to eat, I physically can't stand up straight--let alone exercise, and I am sore like Hades from the moment it happens until at least a week after. This happened Monday afternoon while I was shopping with my mother-in-law. I was helping her do something in the dressing room when BAM! Instant pain. I doubled over and almost knocked the poor woman over. She's like 5'0" and I'm 6'2". Good thing she moved just in time. I also have a zit on my eyebrow. I know, it's not nearly as annoying as a cyst rupturing.

Regardless of all that mess, I managed to still lose 0.2 lb. That's impressive considering I couldn't stand for nigh a week, and therefore could not cook. Tim bought fast food for us...every night. Perhaps the walking to and from the parking lot at school helped some. I managed to get my butt up and go to school all week. The fact I had two tests this week had nothing to do with that...at all. Right. The White Album is that much closer to my grasp. I still have to set money aside for it, but I'm getting there.

I'm in the mood for a geeky night. Thankfully, it's Thursday, which is my normal geek-night. Tim and I play a tabletop roleplaying game (think along the lines of Dungeons and Dragons, for the lesser-informed) with some friends via IRC. We don't play D&D, but rather we're playing a sci-fi game called Starcluster 3. My character is an otter uplift who is adorably awesome at being a thief. I also want to watch The Sound of Music while playing. It may be accomplished.

moo.

I lost two pounds this week! Yay! I have decided that when I lose ten pounds, I shall reward myself with The White Album. This is one I surprisingly don't have on CD. I love The Beatles. Anyway, yeah. Ten pounds = The White Album.

Now, I have a problem. A really big one. My dog Tetris, an Akbash Dog, does not get along with my Great Dane. She gets along with EVERY OTHER DOG EVER. It has come to the point that I am about to get rid of her, despite how heartbreaking it will be for my husband and me, and her. Her breed bonds with one family, and usually for life. They're meant to work out in the fields with sheep and bond with the flock and guard them. Excellent guard dogs. Stubborn as all hell. She got to be aggressive with the Dane when she was about 3 months old, over food. She was the runt of the litter, never got food, was rescued by a friend and bottle fed until I got her and took over. So she's been with me FOREVER. We have tried everything that we can think of, and that we can feasibly afford, to get her over this aggression toward the Dane. It's gotten to the point that it's no longer about food. Hasn't been for a while. Anytime one walks past the other, Tetris will growl. If the Dane is a little excited and comes to greet us when we get home, like all three of our dogs do, then Tetris will jump her...forcefully. Usually, the Dane doesn't fight back because she's the Downe's Syndrome baby of our trio of special ed dogs. In that, I am not being facetious or insulting. Cu Sidhe (Dane) exhibits the characteristics of a Downe's Syndrome person. She's as sweet as can be, wants to have fun, loving and caring and protective. Doesn't get insulted or get her feelings hurt. Just a big goober of a dog. Tetris is our Asperger's kid. Apparently the two don't mix? I don't know. After tonight's fight, I told hubby she has to go, but it broke his heart so much...he loves dogs, as do I. I had to keep from crying. So, tomorrow, we are going to Petsmart with Tetris to get a double-leash and a muzzle. I have read that if you walk the two dogs together, and pay attention to the "dominant" one first, then they will get the idea. Eventually. We're gonna try. Try so hard to get through to the idiot dog. She's not stupid by any means. She's very intelligent. I'm hoping with the muzzle, the exercise, and the very strong attempts that she will get the picture. I don't want to send her away, because I love her and I'm afraid she won't bond well with another family. The pound is NOT an option. I don't want her to die.