Man, while I was at my sister’s wedding this past weekend, I missed out on a whoooole bunch of things. I know everyone has problem seen it already but holy crap, there’s a new trailer for Star Wars: The Force Awakens!! Lots of awesomeness/chills.
omg this poster. I can’t even make a real post without risking bursting into tears about how excited I am. To put it into perspective, it would be like if Lost was brought back for a limited run in 10 years, except that X-Files was my first fandom, so it holds an extra special place in my heart. I know the plot, title, and summary to every episode of The X-Files from seasons 1-6. I had the books and made my own scrapbook. I had DOZENS of VHS tapes of it from when it was in syndication on FX. I would halt Thanksgiving dinner to watch the special marathon. X-Files was, and will always be, my bae.
Today, my TimeHop reminded me of one of my all-time favorite pictures of Zachary. Oct. 12 must be the one-year anniversary of the day that I started making Zach’s first Halloween costume. Here’s the picture that I took while I was trying the costume on him. He didn’t want to do it, so he gave me mega pouty face. You can see the “woe is me” in his eyes. I love this picture/moment so hard:
This showing up in my TimeHop today is particularly funny because I just bought the materials for Zach’s costume this year during my lunchbreak today, haha. Anyway, he was much happier when I tried it on in a later iteration on October 20:
I could have sworn that I had taken pictures of the DIY process, but I can’t find them anywhere. Here’s a quick rundown of what I did. Sorry that I don’t have pictures of each step! Continue reading →
Today, I took my 250th Pure Barre class. On October 9, 2013, I hit my 100th class. I can’t believe it’s been two years, haha. I found out that I was pregnant just two days before, on October 7. I knew that because of pregnancy and maternity leave and just that whole “mom thing” in general, that it was going to take a little bit of time to hit 250. I did want to try to do it within 2 years time, though. Since today is October 8, 2015, I guess made it with one day to spare, lol. Go me.
My Facebook Memories feature reminded me that on October 3, 2006, I posted this picture in a blog post and in the “Note” section. The title of the post was, “Don’t Burn the Day, ” and my only comment was, “True story.”
I don’t think I could have said it any better nine years ago.
Sorry for a second sad post in a row. I just wanted to give an update on the dog that Jay & I found on Friday. Then, onto happier things. On Saturday evening, Jay and I got confirmation of not-Harvey’s identity. The woman who had been misidentified as her foster parent sent us a text of a screen cap fro a Facebook group asking us if to confirm that the dog in the post was the same dog that we tried to save. It was. Her name was Sheba, and she had been missing for almost a week when she was hit. This is the post:
I searched around in the group and found the initial post by her owner.
We had a difficult afternoon today. It was my last “Summer Day” for the year, so Jay & I went to a late lunch. As we were leaving lunch, a dog got hit by a car crossing the exit ramp off of the highway. Another woman, Tuesdey, also saw it happen. She stopped and parked just before we did. She said that she was pretty sure that the woman who hit the dog saw it happen.
Who the fuck hits a dog on an exit ramp and doesn’t even stop?
The three of us decided that to call a local animal hospital. While I was one the phone with one, Jay & Tuesdey were able to get close enough to the dog to get the number of a vet’s office off of its rabies collar. We called that office, who identified the dog as “Harvey,” (based off of its tag) and put us in contact with the owner. The owner told us that she was actually a foster parent. The dog had been adopted by a family after she fostered it. She said she’d try to contact the owner.
Meanwhile, Tuesdey, Jay & I brought Harvey to an emergency veterinary clinic in Cary, NC. Jay & I stayed to find out what was wrong with him. We soon learned that Harvey was actually a female! Then, we learned that not-Harvey was misidentified by her vet’s office. Soon after she went back, we heard back from Harvey’s supposed foster mom (who was linked to her collar). She told us that she had spoken with the actual Harvey’s family, and they were looking at him as they spoke with her. So, we were back to the drawing board. No one knew who this dog was. The woman that they had listed as her foster mother had no idea who she was.
Obviously, this was really starting to get disconcerting. Jay & I agreed to pay for her exam and morphine. However, since we had arrived at the ER thinking that Harvey was actually Harvey and had a home, we did not want to make any decisions out of respect for her owners. We sent the (not-) foster mom pictures of the dog and her tags. The vet listed on the tags was actually out of town this weekend, so they could not be reached to identify the dog by recognition. We spent a lot of time trying to sort things out with the vet from the collar, the (not-)foster mother, and the animal ER we took her too.
After nearly 2 hours at the vet, the doctor told us that not-Harvey was not doing well. She was urinating blood, had fractured ribs, a bruised lung, and would need a blood transfusion and at least $8,000 or $9,000 of surgery…with no guarantee that it would save her life. The vet compassionately told us that we had to either begin aggressive treatment or let her go. She said that even with surgery and a blood transfusion, there was no guarantee that she would be okay. At the very least, she had broken ribs, a minimum of bruised lungs, and internal bleeding. We waited a little while longer in the hopes of getting in touch with her owners, but in the end, we did the humane thing and let her go.
We cried a lot. It was horrible, and we had only known her for a few hours. The vet let us kiss her, pet her, hug her, and say goodbye. We went back there and tried to assure her that it was going to be okay. We just wanted to be able to tell her owner (if found) that she did not die in pain or alone on the side of the road. She deserved some dignity.
We did all that we could do, but I still feel horrible. I hope that someone can locate her owner. The vet and animal shelter she came from was in Sanford (Lee County, NC), so hopefully the woman who had been mistakenly ID’d as her foster mom can help us. I really hope we can get some closure on her story.
We all know that life is precious, but, there is something about not being able to save a life that resonates with you and changes you. Seeing how fragile life is and how easily it can end really reaffirms how precious life actually is.
Rest in peace, not-Harvey. I am so sorry that we could not help you more. Sleep well, sweet girl.
So I finally got into Snapchat! I really don’t know how to tell people to find me other than to search my username, which is Colleen429.
Anyway, my Snaps are somewhat niche…they’re mainly of Zachary, particularly of Zachary either eating or walking, lol. I have fun doing them, and I don’t have a lot of followers, so I don’t feel the pressure of having to do something super awesome every day.
Last Wednesday was Zachary’s last day with one of his teachers, Miss Rachel. We love all four of Zach’s teachers. They are really great women, and Zach loves and feels safe with all of them. I wanted to do something nice for Miss Rachel as a goodbye present, so I thought it’d be cool to do one of those footprint butterflies. When I poured the paint, Zach got excited. I know that he paints at school, so I figured I’d do a last minute switch to a handprint butterfly. I also decided to Snapchat the entire thing. Here is the full experience: