So I fancied up my blog a bit. I'm so proud of myself for being tech savvy. The picture at the top of the page is my pup Luce (more on that later). I've been uber productive on this break from school. So far in addition to fixing up my blog, I have knitted a bandanna for Luce that has a paw print on it that looks more like a blotch of blue yarn and a ribbed hat that fits my head circumference but is more like a yamacah length wise. Maybe it will fit my future baby girl (I'm not pregnant, but one day...?). I have also watched half of the DVD's I own, ate enough food for at least three people everyday, and went out with a friend twice. I spent a lot of time getting drunk, too. I've watched about 23 episodes of Law and Order, and I've cleaned my house once. And that's about it.
It was nice to be on break for the first few days, but all that time alone while Andrew was working started getting to me. Just knitting was enough productivity to make me feel better. It's pretty satisfying to create something even if it is ugly and doesn't fit anyone. I started knitting when I got out of the inpatient facility because I needed something to do those first couple months when all I was doing was watching TV all day everyday. That, I have learned, is a sure fire way to keeping yourself depressed. At least knitting made me get out of that zoned out state. The book Stitch N Bitch has some pretty good instructions, although I do find the attempt at humor fairly annoying. It's knitting instructions, not a novel.
So the deal about my pup: I got out of the crisis center for my May attempt at the end of May 2007. I was home for my 21st birthday in June. Right after that - maybe the first of July - my mom took our golden retriever to the groomer. The guy came out with a little puppy in his arms and said she needed a good home. She was an accident - his prize winning standard poodle escaped the pin and made his way into the prize winning pug's pen (who was in heat). A few months later they had three little mistakes. They were all black with a little white patch on their chests, bad underbites, and a mix of wiry long but not curly hair. Their tails curled up once instead of the many curls of a pug, and their noses were only a little squished. At the time, we (and the vet) had no idea how big or small they'd turn out. My mom immediately melted at the site of a puppy and said she'd take it. She was so excited and came to get me so we could bring the tiny little pup home. We put her in a laundry basket with a blanket and she just slept for days and days. My dad came home that first day and walked right past her at first. We were like "didn't you notice anything in that basket?" and he looked down and said "oh shit." He was not happy about our new addition, and said we could keep her but he was not going to take care of her or like her. Yeah right. A couple days later, my mom and I went to Chicago to visit my brother where he was stationed at that time. My dad was forced to take care of her but my mom and I were worried he might get rid of her while we were gone. By the time we got back, he was falling in love with the little runt. She was (and is) the sweetest thing. She has so much love in her little heart. She was born on May 16, 2007. I attempted on May 15, 2007, and was found early morning on May 16 and revived. I like to imagine that she was born just for me. She immediately had some unexplainable bond to me, like dogs usually have with a specific owner. She gave me something to live for. In late July, I returned to the crisis center because I was having trouble. From there I went straight to the inpatient facility where I stayed for almost four months. My parents would bring her down to visit me every couple weeks, and she remembered me everytime. She would be so excited to see me that she would pee everywhere (which she does for anyone new now, but at first it was just me). She was my light and joy, which is why I named her Luce (the Italian word for light). I love that little girl. She's the ugliest thing, and she's incredibly mischeivous and hyper. For the longest time, Andrew was like my dad saying he couldn't like her. Now he gets excited to see her and misses her when I take her to Jacksonville with me. He pays more attention to her than me half the time, and always gets her to sleep on his side of the bed. He loves her.
Oh duh, so I gave Andrew his Christmas present yesterday! What a great day that was. I went to the bike store to pick up the bike, but the bike rack wouldn't go on my car. I was going to have him come get it himself since the rack would go on his car or at least the bike would go IN his car. I didn't want to tell him to meet me there though, because it would be so anti-climactic. Instead, I told him to meet me at this park right down the road from the store. I guess he thought I was just going to rent a tandem bike because we had joked about it before. So I picked up the bike, walked it to the park, and waited for him. I stood kinda far from it so that when he walked up he wouldn't know. I was like "surprise! I'm your present!" and he was confused, but then I said that the real present was over there and pointed to the bike. He was quiet, so I explained that if he didn't like it he could return it and get a better one or whatever. Slowly, he became really excited and jumped on and road around me in circles. Unfortunately, my bike was at my parents house still so I couldn't ride with him. We took it home and went to a nice restaurant for a Christmas date. The food was not worth the price, but it was a perfect night anyway. He later told me that was the best gift he ever got because it was perfect and thoughtful without him even having to ask for it. He immediately started making plans and looking up bike trails in the area. He wants to take a 30 mile trail ride! I don't know if I can handle all that. It should be fun, though, to start this hobby together. What a perfect night!
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