Saturday, July 05, 2008


happy fourth!

I know I'm addicted to Carolyn Hax to the point where it's probably really old for all of my friends, but I was just reading an archived column and she had said something really insightful:

Mature people distinguish between the things they can and can't change, and adapt their own behavior accordingly. Immature people expect everyone else to adapt to their own expectations.

It's so true. One of the more freeing things I've learned how to do (okay, still learning how to do it, to be precise) is just that. You can't change others, but you can change your reaction to them. This is pretty much the basic foundation that Hax builds everything upon, I think...that you can't change others, but you can change YOU. If you're not happy about your life, do everything in your power to make yourself happy. Don't wait for others to fix it for you, or to "fix" their behaviors so that they match your ideal (because they won't!).

At any rate. I'm pretty sure I've said that all before, and recently, but whatever. Today was the was a bit not-how-I-planned. I got up around 10 a.m., heard some nice country music on the radio, rolled out of my bed...and my dad called up the stairs to let me know that he was taking Seamus (our dog) to the E.R. I threw on some clothes and went with him. Seamus is usually so freaking obnoxious, jumping around, bouncing up and down, biting me in the stringy back of the leg where my calves and thighs meet. But he was just lying in the crate, not moving, and he was crying when we moved him. He had morphed into a 99-year-old dog suffering from arthritis overnight, apparently.

So, at the E.R. they admit him right away (what service!) and it wasn't looking too crowded—we were set up for a nice short visit. But then a boxer came in with an allergic reaction, and he was having trouble breathing without grunting like a potbellied pig. Seamus dropped down the totem pole then, I think. Then some woman brought in a wild bunny that had been mauled by some critter and needed to be sent to the hereafter STAT. THEN some woman brought in her dachshund. It was having puppies, and one puppy was stuck (yeah. stuck!). And then the pizza man delivered six pizzas to the secret doctor area, which I'm sure set us back a few minutes.

Since poor little Seamus wasn't an extreme foot-sticking-out-of-ass case, we ended being the first ones in the waiting room at 10:30 and the last ones out at 1:55 p.m. They're not quite sure what's going on — he either has a mild case of lyme disease or he has massive neurological issues. Obviously we're hoping that it's lyme disease, but we'll find out when he either recovers in the next 48 hours or takes a tragic turn for the worse. Poor little puppy. :-( He's like my freaking sunshine right now; I hope he'll be okay.

On a more positive note, I had a great time at the family party that we hit up after the Doggy E.R. I ate LOTS of good food, drank copious amounts of beer, played baggo, and hung out with my parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Also, it was announced that one of my cousins just got engaged! Which is really exciting...I love a wedding, and this is going to be a great one.


I hope your puppy is ok!
me too! :(
he's getting better! lyme disease it was!! (which is good news)
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