Things are looking up:
1. Lola has a fat deposit - harmless - but might require doggy liposuction down the line if it disrupts her ability to walk.
2. The sun is out and it is starting to feel like spring is just around the corner.
3. My neighborhood grocer just started selling Rice Krispies - which means I can now wow all of my dutch friends with rice krispie treats! They will be puddy in my hands...
4. Reminiscint of my NYC days, I am off to meet some girlfriends for cocktails and sushi tonight. A very welcome deja vu.
5. Finally, after years of talking about it, just started horse riding lessons and have already fallen in love.
That's the short and sweet of it on this side!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
what a dreary day
It is a grey and rainy day here, which is never inspiring, and I am just back from the vet's office. Lola has some wonky bump on her that we had checked out, and it is either: 1. fat, or 2. early lymphoma. Here's to hoping for fat in a big way. I really hate this part, knowing there might be trouble around the corner (scratch that, waiting for the trouble that is inevitable when you have a pet).
So I am a little down today. I've had a self-imposed rule only to write on here when I have something to share that I think you might like to read about (if you don't happen to be a dog fan, apologies!) But then, as several of you have pointed out, there has been a lot of radio silence of late... so I am changing up the formula a bit. Being more honest if you will.
Well, honestly, the walk home from the vet made things even more sad. Just a few feet from our front door Lola and I came across a man who looked very confused, very scruffy, and had bare feet that were different shades of blue. An absolutely heartbreaking scene. He is now in possession of my snow boots - I could persuade him to take them from me, but not to put them on. Some days absolutely suck.
So I am a little down today. I've had a self-imposed rule only to write on here when I have something to share that I think you might like to read about (if you don't happen to be a dog fan, apologies!) But then, as several of you have pointed out, there has been a lot of radio silence of late... so I am changing up the formula a bit. Being more honest if you will.
Well, honestly, the walk home from the vet made things even more sad. Just a few feet from our front door Lola and I came across a man who looked very confused, very scruffy, and had bare feet that were different shades of blue. An absolutely heartbreaking scene. He is now in possession of my snow boots - I could persuade him to take them from me, but not to put them on. Some days absolutely suck.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
check that off the list
Today I ventured a little further into physical maintenance... If I am guzzling green juice and attempting to stick with yoga, I figured I might as well dabble a bit further into self improvement. So I booked a mega-peel at the medi spa down our street. I just got home from this appointment.
First off, a Dutch mega-peel is the equivilant of microdermabrasion in the states. Never having it there, I really didn't know what to expect... but I had somehow conjured up visions of an intense, yet still enjoyable facial. I have read about the procedure, and I guess all the talk about the "little crystals dancing across the face" really lulled me into some serious optimism.
Ummmm... ouch! The reality is that a mega-peel is just about as bad as it sounds. Kind of like industrial grade sandpaper is quickly being swished across your face in short little bursts. My eyes watered - nonstop. I had to enlist some breathing techniques to get me through a few spots. And although I am very pink at the moment, I am still hopeful that this will be a miracle procedure well worth the discomfort (and disrobing!)
First off, a Dutch mega-peel is the equivilant of microdermabrasion in the states. Never having it there, I really didn't know what to expect... but I had somehow conjured up visions of an intense, yet still enjoyable facial. I have read about the procedure, and I guess all the talk about the "little crystals dancing across the face" really lulled me into some serious optimism.
Ummmm... ouch! The reality is that a mega-peel is just about as bad as it sounds. Kind of like industrial grade sandpaper is quickly being swished across your face in short little bursts. My eyes watered - nonstop. I had to enlist some breathing techniques to get me through a few spots. And although I am very pink at the moment, I am still hopeful that this will be a miracle procedure well worth the discomfort (and disrobing!)
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