Today is a gray, chilly day in Santa Monica. I am catching up on work, doing our taxes, and listening to Billie Holiday. Gibson is doing this. Years ago, I received a Billie Holiday box set for Christmas. I promptly … Continue reading
I never, ever thought I’d find myself saying this… I realized this morning that I actually enjoy walking my dog. Ok, that’s a lie. It wasn’t this morning. It was early afternoon. There was a holiday party last night, so … Continue reading
Oh my gosh. After weekends like this one, I swear off drinking for a few days. Then I get home from a long day at work and see that bottle of wine with just a couple glasses left in it… … Continue reading
The best word to describe our new apartment? Calm. Even being on a busier street in Santa Monica and always having cars going by, this new place is absolute calm. And after the nightmare that our last place turned into, … Continue reading
I am not an “exercise person”. My family went on a vacation to Myrtle Beach a few weeks before my freshman year of high school and I floored them all by insisting on staying home and trying out for the … Continue reading
I figured after my post about Gibson taking Hollywood by storm, someone out there might be curious as to how our scared pup has been doing since our dog trainer called her a “very, very unhappy dog”. I’ve come to … Continue reading
One really awesome part about having friends in town is that you get to do all these “touristy” things you wouldn’t normally think about doing. For example, the Ferris Wheel, wine tastings, Hollywood Blvd… After our extravagant meal at the … Continue reading
It sure is a rainy day here in Los Angeles. But being that I am an east coast girl at heart, I am enjoying every second. From when I woke up this morning to rain splashing out of the storm … Continue reading
Remember how I said that our awesome little dog Gibson really liked the new apartment? I gushed how I could finally take her on walks and runs and she was really liking the new neighborhood? I might have spoken too … Continue reading
It actually happened that this past weekend started off just about perfect. Brad and I met Suzi for breakfast at Huckleberry, where we ate about a million incredible pastries and hung out with Moo, our friend Kristin’s dog who Suzi watches on Fridays. Moo and Gibson met, and although they definitely weren’t instant friends, Gibson was interested enough to go on a pretty decent walk.
Gibson hates walks. Win #1 of the weekend.
So afterwards, Gibson was tired and Brad and I decided it was time to get our Christmas tree. We walked to two tree lots where we discovered Santa Monica trees are ridiculously expensive, and then drive to two more lots before just giving in and buying one from a lot that Brad says was run by “a bunch of ex-cons.” They were really, really friendly and nice ex-cons, though, and profits from our tree went towards their continued education. So it was worth the $90.
Ugh. $90. Serious. This was the most reasonable price we could find. Other than Home Depot but we were NOT getting our Christmas Tree from Home Depot. Ex-Cons are way more holiday appropriate.
Anyway, got home. Decorated the tree. Christmas has begun!! And we even got to hang our “First Christmas” ornament from Pat & Ed. Our first married Christmas! Win #2 of the weekend!!
Nap time, then off to downtown for the soft opening of “Artisan House”, which is a restaurant that Brad’s friend is the executive chef at and was trying for months to get Brad to be his sous chef. Incredible dinner. Awesome place. Most definitely win #3.
See? Pretty much perfect.
Fast forward to the AM. Like, 2AM. Brad’s pancreatitis starts acting up. Fast forward again to 11AM. He is still doubled over in pain. I am completely freaked out, Brad is really hurting. We have slept about 2 hours all night. We head to the ER.
By about 4PM on Saturday we are home and Brad is on some nice drugs. I am trying to figure out how we can get our new insurance (that goes into effect Wednesday… arrrgh) to cover what is sure to be a crazy hospital bill and Brad is sleeping.
At one point the apartment was totally quiet and I went in to check on him…
Win #4. Brad is home, resting and Gibson is sleeping at his feet, keeping him company. That is true puppy love. My heart melted a little.
And then after all that, the next morning I forced Gibson to get out of the house with me and get a little exercise. We walked all around the neighborhood. Her tail didn’t wag once and it wasn’t the most normal dog-walking experience in the world, but for Gibson it was amazing.
She was especially interested in all the palm branches that were down from the Santa Ana wind storm last week…
Taking Gibs on an actual walk and having her be super tired afterward? Win #5.
Oh, AND that silly “Bark-Off” contraption that I bought to get Gibson to stop barking at everyone who walks by is actually working. Win #6.
Looks like Gibson and I are starting to get each other. Am I on the way to having a normal dog?
So its been a terribly long weekend and I was still so nervous about Brad as he went back to work this morning, but overall I am still a very lucky girl with a lot of wins on my score card. I am so blessed and grateful to have a husband who is on the mend, a crazy but lovable dog, and a health insurance plan that starts this week so we can get Brad in to a doctor and get him looked at without another crazy bill on the way…
As my mom has told me many times before, just keep breathing.