Six Weeks

I’ll just cut right to the chase…Murphy is on the fast-track to make me poor.

Kid had an ear infection and what we thought was a UTI in early October- only to find out that his incessant need to pee and the traces of blood are much more serious than originally thought. Over $300 later we are on a six-week, two pills TWICE a day anti-biotic plan. That’s about five-weeks and six-days too long for me.

Ay, caramba.

I’m just happy we’re figuring it all out. And yes, I’m somewhat horrified at the amount of cottage cheese that I will go through in feeding him these bright purple pills that look like Spree candies…but nonetheless, happy a frugal gal like me isn’t having to turn tricks to pay for it 😉

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Murphy is going as a handsome devil for Halloween 🙂

It doesn’t help that my car battery also went on the fritz, forcing me to buy a new one and swallow a $110 bill. And then my knight in shining armor (read: boyfriend) stepped in and swept me off my battery-less, broken-dog, anti-biotic feeding self and made it all better. He’s amazing. You’d like him!

PS I didn’t show you our Halloween costume from last weekend’s party…can you guess it?

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We went as the old couple from Up!

Zoom in on my $4.99 orthopedic thrift store shoes if you can. They were awesome.

In other news, we’re heading to the coast to enjoy some Jenner by the Sea. Have a fabulous weekend everyone!

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A Friday Confession

And just like that, it’s Friday.  Thank the goodness.

This week has been a wonky one, because most of us here at the shelter had to work last weekend. We held a mega adopt-a-thon last Saturday/Sunday and GUESS WHAT!? Our 4 Sacramento area shelters adopted out the most animals in the country! 525 to be exact.

Murphy is very excited.

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So it’s been a little inconsistent over here. If you’re new to the blog, just get used to it. I never win best-blogger-award so don’t even try to nominate me 😉

I do however; have a Friday confession for you…

Last weekends’ ½ marathon was a tough one. We were not prepared to run the last 6 miles of hills, and since we didn’t train very well, it made it even tougher. I managed to run a 2 hour (and 1 minute!) which was about a 9:15/mile. Not as great as my last one, but also not too shabby. After being ridiculously sore for 3 days after, I realized I need to move on to something a little more…relaxing. I needed to not feel 80 years old. I looked around at the other runners; I did not see anyone else wearing running knee braces. I’m 27 years old for crying out loud! So I did something I swore I’d never do, I joined the yoga phenomenon.  

I walked into a nearby studio with running shoes on (hello amateur) rolled out my yoga mat which still had mud tracks from an outdoor boot camp (*crickets*) and Vinyasa flow-ed all over that 85 degree room.

One of my favorite people in the world, Megan, is a yoga instructor and English teacher in South Korea. She is zen and tranquil and all sorts of spiritual awareness. When she visits, she usually has to drag me to these classes and puts up with my lack of enthusiasm. I usually toss around hateful words like “petri dish of germs” and she lovingly puts up with me, nods her head and mumbles a “Namaste” in my direction.

I can’t say I’m 100% sold, but Groupon continues to sway me with its killer deals, and the cheap-skate in me can’t really turn down an unlimited month of yoga at the low, low rate of $22.

I am by far the less flexible person in a room full of human pretzels and am convinced that the woman who stands on her head is slipping something into her tea– but until late November I am determined to try this whole ‘find your zen’ thing on for size.

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It’s kind of like “reaching for the stars” with trying something new, expect my goal is to just try and touch my damn toes. Baby steps people, baby steps.

What are you all going to be for Halloween? I tried to give Murphy a little flare this year but he was not having it. Shame.

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