Sunday, Puppy Sunday: drowsy doggie

End of a busy weekend, lying on the couch in my slip, Chuy uses me for furniture, and I happily oblige. 

Knot Fad Away

I'm loving the recent trend toward hair buns.  Lots of beautiful young women are wearing hair buns because it's easy and, well, it's easy.  It started for me in the Fall semester, but I began wearing a bun to keep my hair out of the way during clinicals.  I try to do it up tastefully in a way that doesn't just look like a wad of hair perched precariously atop my head, but I'm not sure what the overall effect is.  Seems like the last time this was a major trend was the late 70s, and I was a little kid and wouldn't have worn my hair that way if you'd paid me.



Welcome back, bun. Take the load off. Set a spell. Stay a while.


Y'all come back now, y'hear?

Very concerned. :(

I let the pups out a little after 10, and Mochi came back in limping. She is a shrieker, anyway, so it's hard to tell if she  was bitten or stung by something, but her paw was definitely in some pain. Looked repeatedly at her paw with a flashlight and found no injury. To say I'm distressed is to understate. Fingers crossed she'll be okay, but most likely vetting in the morning. :(

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Morning update: I have a flouncy-bouncy pup once again. Whew!

And just like that, the summer school break is almost over...

*sigh*

I've made progress in fits and starts, but I have so so so much work to do before school starts a week from Monday.  My Mental Health clinical is sorted, and I'll have 3 hours of nursing class on Mon/Wed, and Mental health clinical is Tuesdays, but when my med/surg I clinical will be will remain a mystery most likely until the second or third day of class.  It probably seems like a small thing to wait for, but if I knew which day I'd have that clinical, then I could better steel myself for the semester. It's possible it could be Saturday or Sunday night. I'm in for whatever the program serves up, obviously, but waiting to set my chops for my full schedule seems a bit stressful.

But maybe I'm making this more stressful than it has to be? What is, is.  Best to get on with it!

The great news is that in just the past few weeks, my knee with the torn meniscus is dramatically improved! Sometimes I'll go an entire day or two with no pain, and I suddenly notice to miss hurting-- it's a refreshing feeling.  I'm not going to be wearing my very high heels any time soon, but I'm much more steady on my pins, so that's a good thing.

I've been practicing my ukulele more lately, and that's been enjoyable.  I've learned Lucky Ball & Chain by They Might Be Giants and also Amy Winehouse's version of Valerie, and these are fun, rollicking tunes that set well in my vocal range, too.  It's good to be making music again, if only to torment my poor wee pups!

This weekend is my antique market. I'm hoping all goes well and that I make a nice tidy profit.  It would be good to have extra dosh to launch me into the school year. maybe I could even manage to get a fun new pair of shoes? We shall see!

For fabricophiles and quilties:

My fabulous sister, Blowfuzzy von Sassy, directed me to the blog of a lovely quilter, acraftyfox and I found some other goodies through that link. Also snips snippets has some wonderful things, and you can vote for both their entries in a sewing challenge competition until midnight EST tonight.On Snips be sure and check out her Gypsy Wife quilt- is sublime, and I'm madly in love with her color sensibility on that piece.

Extra pups, just because.

I probably posted this before, but it's so cute that it bears repeating. I think this was about a year ago, or so.

 

My house is small, and I have NO closets. Trying to get things shifted in the extra bedroom so I can hopefully have one built by two or three Heroic Fellows this weekend. Fingers crossed that this works out. I'm taking a lot of stuff to a charity bin, and with help from Himself, I've hauled 4 pieces of furniture in to the antique market, and I hope I sell some or all of that this weekend. Trying to clear the decks and reduce chaos.

 

I've done a tremendous amount of cleaning and organizing lately, and the pups have been very supportive and helpful.  Today, though, we had a rainstorm this morning and me and the pups stayed in bed, snuggling until about 9am. That was beyond wonderful. :)

 

School starts two weeks from today, and this afternoon I met with a study group to bone up on psych meds and dosage calculation, because we'll have assessments on those early in the semester to see what we've retained. I've got a fair bit of studying to do, but I admit I've dawdled on Facebook quite a bit in recent days. That will have to be curbed dramatically and soon.

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I have 17 months until I'm finished with school - December 2015. Yes, I'm counting. I have 3-6pm class on Mon/Wed, Mental Health clinical on Tuesdays, and I'm on tenterhooks awaiting news of my Med/Surg I clinical assignment. I really do hope it's not a weekend assignment, particularly because it will interfere with plans for Blogorado.  Holding my breath on that one.

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Sad news today on the death of Robin Williams.  His perpetual energy and sparking mind always made me suspect he felt very sad and was reaching out desperately, trying to please others and to make it all okay. I'm sad he felt that checking out was the only way to fix things. He brought tremendous amusement to the world as he tried to work through it. R.I.P. and NaNu NaNu, Mr. Williams.

 

 

 

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: sweet girls

Praline and Mochi were hanging around as I was on the computer this morning. Praline appears to doze, but it seems she is rarely completely in a sleep state. 

What're you doing? Just making fragrances that smell like a mall.

Ha!

Why I should never sit down during a cleaning day

Scarf puppy made a scarf and then fell asleep against me. It would be mean to get up and continue cleaning, wouldn't it?

I aim to misbehave with fabric!

Perusing the custom-order fabric prints at Spoonflower, I 'bout dropped my transmission when I saw that several artists have created gorgeous Firefly-inspired fabrics.  I'm totally making a dress out of at least one of these. Cunning hat. Kaylee's Parasol. I call it Vera. There's a Kaylee fabric that has a stylized little character of her in several outfits, including the pink froufrou thing from the shindig. There's also fabric printed with quotes from the show, and one has a scene with the two dinosaurs acting out. (Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!) There's another Kaylee themed one called "Yes, Sir, Cap'n Tight-Pants!". Gotta love it!

Good stuff.  Here's a couple of samples:

The one on top is called Big Damn Heroes and the one below is my favorite, called Leaf On The Wind.

These are fairly pricey, so I'll really mean it when I order some, but they have thousands of glorious prints from which to choose. There are some impressive Doctor Who prints, and Sherlock, and the array goes on and on.  Good stuff.

Sweetie pie

When I sit at the computer and Mochi asks so sweetly to be picked up and cuddled, I can't resist!

The Nomnivore strikes again!

These cork trivets from Ikea are great for putting under hot plates when eating on the coffee table, but I have to remember to always put them up, as the Nomnivorous One is always lurking, waiting for her moment.  Cork is lots of chewy fun!

 

As per usual, I find it impossible to be mad at her. I know what she is and I'm pretty vigilant about what's within snout-snatching distance for her, since her emergency surgery earlier this year. I am tempted to say she is why I can't have nice things, but in truth, the pups are such nice things that all other material things pale in comparison. 

 

Still: bratty!

Ignorance may not be bliss, but sometimes you just don't want to know.

I'm glad I don't know which little nose moistened my pajama bottoms right on my backside at 5AM, creating a cold "whoosh" effect with every inhalation. Of course, I forgive the little creature, but it's not my favorite thing. 

Getting sorted.

Lately I've been idling away some considerable hours playing puzzle games online. I was doing this last summer, too, though at that point I was finishing Microbiology and working full-time. By the time school started in the fall, I ditched puzzle apps on my phone and stopped playing games on Facebook entirely, recognizing same as the time-sink they are. As if FB itself is not enough of a time-waster.

I wonder why we are compelled to do those things, though? I mean, it definitely tips over into compulsion, and I had plenty of occasions when I used up all 5 lives in Candy Crush and had to wait 30 minutes or so for a new life to become available to play another round. This was previously a behavior from which I naively thought I was immune. 

For many years, I've played solitaire on the computer. I have always considered this a meditative tool, constantly planning things I want to make, things I want to do while playing-- I'm never in a passive vegetative state at such times, and I also don't focus so intently on card moves that I maintain very high win ratios-- that's not what I'm aiming for. I'm wondering, though, if my mental state during such play has changed over time, because playing more suddenly seems so important?

When school is in, I'm focused on objectives, and I'm linear about attacking deadlines, etc., but given the school's-out option of idling, I idle far more than I tell myself I prefer. Even on days when I don't have a test next Tuesday, I want to have objectives toward which I make at least a molecular advancement. Lately, though, I've piddled about to a degree wherein I disappoint myself.

After the intensity of the school session and in anticipation of another which begins in 3 weeks, I will admit I feel no shame about frittering away a bit of time-- the brain needs idle time, too-- but I grow suspicious that this compulsion to not think and to check out with brainless activity is related to the same rationale (or lack thereof) that keeps me from ruthlessly weeding out the outdated/worn/ill-fitting from my wardrobe, or from attacking my files to weed out and destroy the old and unnecessary among my papers.

Idle time is not a problem, but not thinking productively (and realistically) is a problem. I need to rethink this. And I'm attacking that wardrobe and those papers today, by golly!