Maybe the way Nahla squints her eyes all the time is a way for her to imitate the minx Nala pictured below. :)
9th of November 2009
Nahla’s namesake… “Nala” from Disney’s The Lion King. Isn’t she a minx?
Monday is Meeting Day
Lots of meeting. And busy, busy, busy. All day long.
Also, Nahla woke me up at 6:00 a.m. because she heard my neighbors in their laundry room. She’s a sweet girl, but she’s mighty protective. And boy, does she have a fierce bark!
Can’t wait to scoot home for lunch and be greeted by wagging tails and wiggling fur bodies.
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Miley & Biggie - Party and Bullshit in the USA
Official theme song of Rocktober. I tried really hard not to put this up, thinking I would get sick of it in no time. That did not happen.
8th of November 2009
What happens when I wake up at 8 on a Sunday?
I get sh*t done!
I have cleaned out two closets in my apartment (which only has 3 closets).
I have created FOUR BINS worth of stuff to donate and/or sell on Craigslist.
I also sorted and filed all my personal, important papers which I have not sorted since MAY.
I washed dishes.
I made a kick-butt salad for dinner.
I have taken multiple breaks to:
- let the dogs out (this answers so many age-old questions; it was ME)
- go outside and pinch myself… is it REALLY this warm in the mountains in November? Sweet!!!
- run errands
- empty bags of trash
- take out the recycling
- talk to my Boo
- watch old episodes of Sex and the City
My items left on my to-do list this evening include doing a few hours of work to prep for a big meeting tomorrow, taking a shower… and my personal favorite… putting clean sheets on my bed.
This has been my first Sunday at home without work obligations … well … pretty much since I moved into this place on September 11th.
I’ve had other Sundays without work obligations. But I haven’t spent them at home. ;)
I took Ruby and Nahla to a neighborhood park for their morning walk. Nahla stuck close by, always sniffing out the sunshine. I tried to catch some pictures of Ruby too, but she was literally sprinting in every possible direction. My Rubygirl loves to run!
Nahla has one ear that regularly stands at attention. The other likes to flop.
Hey appgirl! I just now saw that you had reblogged this painting and asked who the artist is. My apologies for not responding sooner.
Artist: Wayne Trapp
Hope this helps!
The Name Debate
The lead rescue volunteer called me last night to discuss the foster pup’s plan.
Her name is Nahla. That’s how they spelled it, and that’s the name she knows.
She’s 11 months old and was previously part of a family. Unfortunately, they had to give her up for unknown reasons— one story goes they weren’t supposed to have her in the first place because of where they lived; another story goes they were hit hard by recent economic problems. Either way, it is clear someone loved her enough to teach her lots of basic commands.
She’s quite obedient and really, really, really sweet.
Also, housebroken. And she doesn’t seem to have any problem with chewing things she shouldn’t. She hasn’t touched a thing (knock on wood) I didn’t first give her the “okay” to touch.
In other news:
I just read about the healthcare changes taking place in our country as of last night. It made me weepy.
As a person living with Crohn’s Disease, I have constantly lived with the fear that I, a working adult, may someday not be able to afford treatment for something I cannot control. That is SUCH a scary thought for someone who has been so blessed in so many areas.
The changes happening in our system now give me butterflies. Because I know I am not the only person living with a disease that just… happened. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t do anything “wrong” to lead me to get it. At the time of my diagnosis, I was a recent college graduate who didn’t drink alcohol, didn’t do drugs, had a steady job, and exercised daily. I wasn’t “lazy” overweight, or careless with my health.
Honestly, my diagnosis didn’t scare me. I knew I’d do what I could to take care of myself. I’ve done yoga, acupuncture, massage therapy, and other natural means of preventative care on top of trying various prescriptions to keep my body in working order. Have I always been perfect? No. Of course not.
But, my diagnosis didn’t scare me. What scared me was the idea that, despite my best efforts, somewhere down the road, some insurance company would be able to determine whether or not I could get the treatment I might need.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I am able to have a job I love— and hell, I work an average of 60 hours a week every week because I want to do it well. I am able to do, within reason, almost everything I can think to do. Travel to Africa in 2006 to work in an orphanage for a month? SURE! Decide to go out dancing on a Saturday night with my friends? YES! Take my dog(s) for a walk whenever I choose? YUP!
But now. NOW. For the first time since 2004, I can start to wipe “lie awake at night worrying about my future health woes” off of my list. Hopefully, I won’t have to do that anymore.
Thank you, America. Yes we can.
