Archive for July, 2011

July 29, 2011

a mountain

The poetry of the earth is never dead.  ~John Keats

Cannon Mountain in New Hampshire. The center shot may have stolen a little piece of my heart.

July 28, 2011

you’ve been losing sleep, haven’t you?

You’ve been losing sleep over my dog drama, haven’t you? I appreciate your concern 😉

Since I asked for happy thoughts, I figure it’s only fair I share the prognosis with you…

The good news: my Bear does NOT have cancer. *pheeeeeeeeeeeeeeew* Because quite honestly, I went into the vet’s office sure that we would hear the complete opposite. Clearly, my glass is always half empty. It even has a little hole int he bottom that makes it constantly leak 🙂

The bad news:

We left with a pretty big question mark hovering over our heads.

His liver is inflamed. His gallbladder is full of sludge. There was a lot of concern over the galbladder and the potential for it bursting if we can’t get it cleaned out. He is now on a medication for his liver. A medication for his galbladder. After crazy research to get my dogs on the best possible food, I now have to feed him prescription Science Diet (please don’t get me started on how much I haaaaate this brand) for his liver. And I am under strict instructions to give no more treats 😦 I haven’t broken that terrible news to him yet. We will return in 6 weeks to see if any of his numbers have gone down, and hopefully at that point we will have more answers. The new test results will let us know if the current treatment plan is working. If not, we may need to next consider a biopsy of his liver.

So far, he has been feeling better. He went over a week with no issues, but on Monday he did start throwing up again. He is still eating so hopefully this spell will pass.

So my glass is still not overflowing…but it definitely is a little fuller ♥

July 15, 2011

please deposit your good vibes HERE

It’s not often I ask for anything. But today I would like to ask you a small favor for you to send some happy thoughts to my favorite boy, Koda Bear.

For the past couple of weeks he has been fairly sick. We have been to the vet’s office twice in seven days. Today we got his bloodwork back and it seems there is something going on with his liver. His numbers show a degree of elevation that sort of makes me want to throw up.

So next week we will return to the vet’s and have a liver ultrasound. We are crossing our fingers that this ultrasound will show us what is causing the elevated numbers, what is making him sick, and then we can come up with a plan of attack.

In the meantime, if you could spare a happy thought for my boy, well, it would mean a lot ♥

July 15, 2011

a fear of heights

It’s no secret, I’m afraid of heights. Yet on par with my amazing abilities of avoidance, I somehow manage to forget this semi-important fact on a fairly regular basis. Such as when I recently went up to New Hampshire and insisted that we go visit the Flume Gorge.

I’ve visited the Flume before. I remember it being pretty. I remember lots of rocks. And water. And even walkways over the water and next to the rocks. Obviously, I blocked out the rest.

SO, to the Flume we went.

Pretty, right?

I rememer this. A nice lovely walk through a gorge. Not too bad…

And then my memory starts returning. I start getting nervous. Something is tickling my memory…a fear of something. My heart starts fluttering slightly.

but really, this isn’t so bad, right? I mean, it’s feeling a little tight with these rocks, but really, it’s pretty. Right?

I decided to take preventative measures and work on those smooth avoidance skills of mine 😉 I chose a new view…

I have to say, I was a fan of this new tactic. Until, well, until I saw this…

*sigh* Ohthat’srightthisiswhatIamscaredof. I knew I was forgetting something about the Flume.

Random strage fact about me: I have an irrational fear of certain staircases. Yup. Strange, but true. Since I was a teenager I have had recurring nightmares revolving around stairs. Always me going up stairs. The stairs are always different, but the fear is forever there. Every now and then I come across a set of stairs that just do me in. It happened while in Chicago. And it was about to happen over rushing water in NH with my mom.

My mom may possibly have looked at me as if I had two heads when, with tears in my eyes, I revealed that I quit. I needed to turn back. I couldn’t do this. My mom, who has been struggling with major health issues for the past year, pushed past me and ascended the stairs. She would look to see how much further we had to go.

She disappeared around the corner. I stood at the bottom of the evil stairs. I wondered if my mom would figure it out, if I just turned back, took the long way. Would she know to continue on, that I would catch up with her? Probably not. *sigh*

Her head popped around the corner. She waved me up. *SIGH*

I went as fast as I could. I ran up the flight of stairs. Rounded the corner. Ran up the next flight of stairs.

I rounded the corner again.

I threw myself down onto a stone bench. And cried. Again, my two heads apparently reappeared because my mom looked at me curiously. As a photographer, I did what any good camera-weilding girl would do, and took a self portrait of my fear…

And then I looked back at what I conquered.

That may not look like much to you. But trust me. I almost died! I’m absolutely positive of it.

So, the Flume was pretty and all. But I’m thinking maybe I never need to visit again.

July 14, 2011

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July 9, 2011

gator tailing

gator tailing goes a little something like this:

find a gator.

get directly behind him (in a boat, of course!)

and then just follow him and marvel at mother nature. until he sees you. and panics. and splashes his tail at you and give you the briefest of impressions that he is going to turn around, come right onto the boat with you and teach you a thing or two about scaring a poor little alligator.

and because I was prepared for none of the above events, all you get is an image of the moment right as he spots us. Because the above? It left this photographer’s hands a bit too shakey, and her heartrate a bit too questionable to be thinking about anything other than self preservation 🙂

and that, my friends, is gator tailing 😉