refreshing

A little unknown fact:
I love to break bones. I do it for fun.

Ok, I'm just kidding. As much as I've done it in my life though, you'd think that I do actually do it for fun. :(

Long story short, I fell at cheekwood and broke my ankle.
I kept a positive attitude all weekend and reassured everyone that it was just a severe sprain. I even joked about it, and still am. Afterall, I am a total clutz. It's ok.

I did go to the dr this morning though since I still couldn't walk or move my foot much. The verdict was a broken ankle. I kept my composure until the doctor said she was sending me to an orthopedic surgeon to make sure I don't need surgery.

I cried a little, but not as much as I did in front of strangers and Herbie's parents at cheekwood.

Sigh...

Keep me in your thoughts and wish me luck. Going to the surgeon tomorrow.

One pro though is that my deductible will be met. Sweeeeeet. Can insurance cover lipo?

long time...

Looking at the last post, I was on a hot yoga kick. I still like it, but the month unlimited membership ran out, and I just don't feel like driving to Rivergate a few times a week to do it. PLUS it's 100 degrees outside right now, why would I want to go do exercise in a room just as hot? I also joined a gym in the building I work at and I am working out a lot more often now that it's convenient.

Anyways, not a whole lot has changed. Since then I've been to DC, lived through a 500 year flood (luckily my house was pretty ok), got 2 rooms in my house painted, replaced the entire roof (due to it not being able to handle all the rain and there being a horrible repair job before I bought this POS house), heard all about my best friend having a baby and hopefully soon meeting said baby, and ummmm oh yeah, I started a blog for my desserts, cake business, whatever we want to call it.

You can see that over here: tiffsdesserts.blogspot.com

I guess I should also mention I'm now living in sin, since Herbie has moved in...you know if you want to call it that. That's another reason why housework got done. I painted before he could turn that room into a man room. Somehow my 825 sq foot home is having to fit in all his crap too. It's a challenge, but we haven't attempted to kill each other yet.

Anyways, that's all really. Until next time...

hot yoga

Today was my first day of hot yoga. Warning, if gross sweatyness talk makes you queasy, you might want to skip this.

I had prepared myself for it. I wore short shorts and a pretty form fitting shirt. Brought my mat and towel. Drank tons of water...you know all the things I was supposed to do.

I've had some hard work outs before. I've sweated a lot when working out before. This was 10 times more than anything else I've ever done.

My whole body was sweating. My hands, my knees, legs, MY EVERYTHING was soaking wet. I was so sweaty that it was hard to grip my feet, legs, etc. In the middle of the workout, my stomach started growling as if I hadn't eaten all day long. There were a few times I just wanted to lay on my mat in the corpse pose and not move at all. If it got to be too much, I would just stand there and wipe the sweat off and drink some water. Did I mention I was sweating a lot? I was in a room around 100 degrees, with 40% humidity. By the time it was over and the instructor dropped the cold cloth on you to cool you down, you really felt like that was what you came for. 75 minutes of grueling hot yoga all for a cold cloth soaked in lavendar scented water.

But you know what? It really was awesome. I bought a whole month unlimited. Hopefully this is what I need to get the extra weight off and to lower this damn blood pressure and get off the medication!

If anyone wants to join me, you can go for free by printing out the coupon from www.thenashvillefaxline.com and clicking rivergate/madison.

The place is called The Hot Yoga House and it's close to Rivergate Mall. When I came in, the instructor knew me right away since she had added me to facebook last night. I think it's always nice for someone to know your name and not just treat you like another person through the door paying your paycheck.

food, food, FOOD!

I have always loved to cook! I've always been pretty good at it, but I haven't always shared my food with people. Not that I'm greedy, I think it's just that I've always eaten it all or my family has inhaled it and well, now I have Herbie around as my taste tester. That's ok, I love to feed people.

Anyways, what am I getting at? I think I have finally found my passion. I've been wanting to go back to school for a while and it's just never worked for me. I can't pass the GRE, and I don't want to go back and just get a standard 2nd undergrad degree (boring! yaaaaaaawn). I already have the skills that it takes to make amazing food. I'm going to start taking classes to improve some things like cake decorating. Maybe some other culinary classes? (totally not saying that getting that masters is out of the question, it just is for now!)

With the "Dream Works" program going on at work, we are trying to fulfill our dreams. I think having a bakery/deli is going to be my #1 dream. I'm aiming for the next 2-3 years to have something going for me, and it looks like I've got a lot of fans.

So question, if I started a food blog where I shared pictures of my food, and MAYBE some recipes, do you think people would be interested? Maybe I could start selling some stuff?

For my friends, do you have any special occassions coming up? Birthdays, anniversaries, baby showers (ahem!!! Laura) that you'd like for me to make something for? Like you know, for free or very low cost. You just let me know! I'm trying to get people outside of work and family to like my stuff so I can have some customers one day!!!

I'm a sucker

So, on Friday, I came across this article and felt so bad about the basset hounds that were surrendered. I mean I almost cried. I couldn't imagine losing my job and having to turn over my animals because i couldn't afford them.

Anyways, so I started thinking about it, and I knew I still needed a dog. I went to the humane society earlier in the week and played with Chihuahuas and almost left with one. I'm not a purse puppy kind of girl, but they were cute, but what dog wasn't? I was just needing another dog so bad that I couldn't turn my back on any dog I saw.

Anyways, I decided to go to metro animal control yesterday to see if the bassets were still there. Khloe and Flora Belle were still there. I took Khloe out into a playroom and visited with her a while. I sent her back...... thought about it more, and then took her out again. I brought Lex in to meet her and they got along great. I left... talked to Herbie about it. Went to the grocery store and while I was out, I went back and adopted her! Yeah, I make decisions fast. Isn't there a joke somewhere about someone that goes to the store and comes back with a dog? That's me.

Anyways, she comes home with me next weekend after she's fully vetted. I can't wait to bring her home! I always wanted a dog that looked like a pound puppy (please tell me you remember pound puppies!)

Good Puppy News

Ok, so I was REALLY bummed out about the puppy in my last post.

I'm still sad about him, but I have really good news!

After contacting some people with All American Dachshund rescue, a lady from Coast to Coast dachshund rescue in Memphis came to Nashville and picked him up when she was here to get her sister from the airport.

He didn't make it easy to do. On the way to meet the woman, he curled up on my lap, went to sleep, and started doing his cute little snoring thing he did. I was promised to be kept in the loop on how he's doing. He has a foster mom waiting for him in New Jersey after he gets better. I just hope some slimely guido doesn't adopt the poor thing...j/k kinda. All I care about is that he's happy and healthy.

fmylife

So I'll totally spare you the story about how mad I am at the person that I got Linus from. Saying he had a couple bad teeth and liked to spray his mark just once in your house is a farrrr cry from the truth.

The first few days, I hadn't really noticed things about the dog like if he was going pooh ok. I mean that's gross and ehhh I figured I'd know it if things weren't ok. Well, I knew it fo' show very quickly. I came home to a HUGE mess in his kennel.

I thought, ok, he's fine. Just some nerves. He keeps marking furniture posts because he hasn't been fixed (which I do think has a lot to do with it but still...). I just thought it was normal being in a new place.

Well, I took him to get checked out on Friday because the problem hadn't gone away. I was told that he needs anywhere fromm 4-6 teeth pulled asap, he had a horrible infection in his mouth, and had some kind of respiratory thing. They knew all that before the labs they did on him. Those labs came back today showing that he's positive for heartworm, ring worm, hook worm, low protein levels, and something about his calcium that's bad and causing crystals in his pee.

I can deal with all of that just fine except the heartworm. We are talking tons of money to rid him of the heartworms. Plus it would be like putting the poor little thing through chemo. I can't put him through all that. :(

So I contacted a few rescues and I'm really hoping someone can take him and help him or recommend someone for me to take him to.

I've wanted a dog for so long, and when I get one, this is what I get. I'm sad and so angry. The woman spent money on grooming him but didn't bother taking him to get a simple $25 heartworm test?! Oh, and I email her today to tell her what happened and she pretty much said that she was sorry and thinks I should put him down asap so he won't suffer. I agree there...... but really? grrr

I cringe at the thought of how long the poor guy has been suffering. :(

senility

After Christmas my grandma asked when we were going to visit Herbie's parents. You know, because the holidays are sooo important to them.

I told her we had plans for NYE in Atlanta.

Then there was this long awkward pause.

She says, "Now his parents don't believe in celebrating Christmas do they? They have their own day to celebrate.... or wait, is it Catholics or Jews that have Chanukah?"

Me: "Grandmother...no, they don't celebrate Christmas and yes it is the JEWS that celebrate Chanukah. That's what his parents do...but it's 8 days and not a big deal."

Her response: "That's so weird..."

I can't wait until we have a big fat Jewish wedding. Maybe I need to make a documentary about it. My family, not only my grandma, will shit when we drink wine at the alter and dance to a real live band at the reception.

I can't wait for that day and I also can't wait until I'm old and senile and can call people "weird" for their religious customs and think it's totally ok!

Puppy Power!

Guess who got a dog!

I'll give you a guess. It's someone that's been wanting one for a while. That would be ME!




I had been talking about it for over a year. I had searched and looked at dogs for a while. I just happened to come across an ad on Craigslist for a wire haired dachshund, just like Lex, and I immediately sent it to Herbie. He called and then the woman called us back.

To be honest, I wasn't too excited. I figured something would happen and it wouldn't work out. I was not going to get my hopes up. We pulled into the lady's driveway and he's outside playing with her other dog. He comes running up to us and I melted. He's was so cute.

He met Lex and they got along, so that was great. The woman didn't charge a rehoming fee because she saw we were nice people that would take care of him. Plus he does have some issues I will have to take care of soon, such as some dental work and getting his little balls chopped off!

So the whole way home we talked about what we were gonna name him. Oliver? Oscar (meyer weiner)? Rufus? Morti? Nate or Heeb (for hebrew national)? I couldn't decide because I had to play with him a little while before I could name him. It had to be a name that fit his personality. I was not going to keep the name PeterPan that she had given him.

He came into the house and he did nothing but follow me or Lex around constantly. That's when I knew Linus would be the perfect name! I second guessed it and thought I'd name him Jude, but Herbie wanted to spell it Jewd, so Linus it is!