Saturday, November 17, 2018
Rocky Mountain High
Ian and went to Vail with some friends recently. It wasn't ski season, but none of us really ski whereas all of us drink, so it turned out pretty well. In the offseason, nothing is crowded and everybody is super happy to see you. Even the people in the stores where they sell like $10,000 sweaters that you are clearly not equipped to buy, given that you are wearing workout pants from Old Navy. It gave me a taste of what it must feel like to be super wealthy, minus the part with the actual money. Which, as it turns out, is a pretty critical part.
There are lots of cute shops and restaurants in Vail, and we definitely ate like crazy. As in I ordered a giant mac and cheese as an appetizer. We also did some hiking, which was really fun, despite my rather reasonable fear of bears. We got about two thirds of the way up a mountain (I assume it was a mountain; it seemed pretty mountainesque) and stopped to enjoy the provisions we'd brought with us, which were basically bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos and Fruit Gushers we brought from the house. Also, I peed in the woods. The mountain and I are one now, basically. That's just science.
Ian and went to Vail with some friends recently. It wasn't ski season, but none of us really ski whereas all of us drink, so it turned out pretty well. In the offseason, nothing is crowded and everybody is super happy to see you. Even the people in the stores where they sell like $10,000 sweaters that you are clearly not equipped to buy, given that you are wearing workout pants from Old Navy. It gave me a taste of what it must feel like to be super wealthy, minus the part with the actual money. Which, as it turns out, is a pretty critical part.
There are lots of cute shops and restaurants in Vail, and we definitely ate like crazy. As in I ordered a giant mac and cheese as an appetizer. We also did some hiking, which was really fun, despite my rather reasonable fear of bears. We got about two thirds of the way up a mountain (I assume it was a mountain; it seemed pretty mountainesque) and stopped to enjoy the provisions we'd brought with us, which were basically bags of Flaming Hot Cheetos and Fruit Gushers we brought from the house. Also, I peed in the woods. The mountain and I are one now, basically. That's just science.
Saturday, November 03, 2018
Health Journeys
It has been a somewhat challenging week in the Schleppington household. Aubrey had to have a biopsy to make sure that her continuing peeing problem was not lymphoma, which is apparently something it could have been. As it turns out, it was just the canine equivalent of IBS, so we will just have to put her on a special diet, fill her up with pills, and give her a weekly vitamin injection. Compared with the alternative, this passes as good news. And I'm excited for our free training course on giving injections; I feel like this could be the start of a whole new career for me. But now we have to keep an eagle eye on Miss A so that she does not resort to lick, lick, licking of her incision. We considered one of those cones, but it did not go with her outfits.
I also came down with a horrific cold and sinus infection this week, to the point that I found myself at the Target Minute Clinic begging for mercy early this Wednesday morning. (I also picked up some remaindered Halloween candy while I was there, so the trip was extra productive.) I've had mixed results with these walk-in clinics before, but I was definitely impressed with their willingness to hand out drugs. (Kind of like trick-or-treating, come to think of it.) Still, there were several sleepless nights this week, which was great for my Candy Crush progress, but little else.
There is much good news this weekend, though, since I am on the mend and Aubrey will just be one of those individuals with annoyingly complicated orders at restaurants. We will take what we can get.
It has been a somewhat challenging week in the Schleppington household. Aubrey had to have a biopsy to make sure that her continuing peeing problem was not lymphoma, which is apparently something it could have been. As it turns out, it was just the canine equivalent of IBS, so we will just have to put her on a special diet, fill her up with pills, and give her a weekly vitamin injection. Compared with the alternative, this passes as good news. And I'm excited for our free training course on giving injections; I feel like this could be the start of a whole new career for me. But now we have to keep an eagle eye on Miss A so that she does not resort to lick, lick, licking of her incision. We considered one of those cones, but it did not go with her outfits.
I also came down with a horrific cold and sinus infection this week, to the point that I found myself at the Target Minute Clinic begging for mercy early this Wednesday morning. (I also picked up some remaindered Halloween candy while I was there, so the trip was extra productive.) I've had mixed results with these walk-in clinics before, but I was definitely impressed with their willingness to hand out drugs. (Kind of like trick-or-treating, come to think of it.) Still, there were several sleepless nights this week, which was great for my Candy Crush progress, but little else.
There is much good news this weekend, though, since I am on the mend and Aubrey will just be one of those individuals with annoyingly complicated orders at restaurants. We will take what we can get.
