The Mental Floss Sideshow |
Dressmakers Doll |
Imagine getting your hair permed with this contraption? |
An impromptu LARP |
C’est moi! |
The Mental Floss Sideshow |
Dressmakers Doll |
Imagine getting your hair permed with this contraption? |
An impromptu LARP |
C’est moi! |
ahh! Snake!!! |
After that, we went to Saint Marie Among the Hurons, which is a reconstructed Jesuit settlement (Ontario’s first European settlement!). It’s pretty cool, I like being around all of the old fashioned buildings and artifacts. Everything is just so simple and beautiful (their lives would have been extremely difficult though). I really like the simple architecture. The long house was one of my favourite areas. So large and open inside. Many of the other buildings were extremely dark inside. The Jesuit sleeping quarters in particular, were small little cubicle type rooms with no windows. They were pitch black. So dark, it was actually pretty creepy…
Oliver’s eye seems to have healed, and is now a beautiful chocolate brown again, just like his other eye. No more gross blood-eye. I will call the vet today and have him in again for another look-over… and hopefully everything will turn out fine.
There is something seriously wrong with Oliver’s eye. On Thursday night I noticed it looked really red, and when I looked closer I realized the entire iris/pupil area (if you are squeamish about eye things stop reading now) was filled with blood, likely nearly opaque and very, very red. I am squeamish so it really freaked me out. I called my vet right away, but they were closing, and the vet on staff couldn’t say for certain whether it was an emergency, but recommended taking caution. Being the over protective pug-mama I am, I asked Dan to take us to the emergency animal clinic in Barrie…
I’ve never had to use the emergency clinic before. It is just like going to the ER. The family ahead of us had a cat that looked pretty severely injured, and was howling and howling. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have a soft spot for animals. The minute I saw this poor kitty, my eyes welled up with tears… the worst part was there was a little girl there with the cat, probably about 12 years old. She was trying to stay strong and comfort the cat, but the situation got the best of her and she let out the saddest sob I have ever heard. Well, that was the last of me. The tears were flowing.
Obviously the cat was in a worse situation than Oliver, so we had to wait a bit. When we finally got in, and the vet took a look at Oliver, he pretty quickly determined that the two worst case situations would be a) glaucoma or b) possible rat poisioning. He took Oliver to the back for tests and quickly found that there was no pressure build up in either eye, and all of Oliver seemed otherwise happy and healthy (though stressed to be at the vet). It was determined that he had hyphema of undetermined cause… So, he decided it would be best to wait until morning, to take Oliver to my vet, where more tests could be done (at half the price, emergency clinics are expensive!). So, we went on our way with some eye drops to keep the eye dilated, and a couple hundred dollars poorer… The scariest part of that night is that Oliver went completely blind in that eye. Couldn’t see a thing…
Friday morning the eye looked quite a bit better, and his vision had returned, but I called my vet anyway and got him an appointment that morning. My vet took his blood pressure, etc., asked me some questions as to whether he had hurt himself… I didn’t think so, but Oliver is kind of… crazy, and runs like a maniac and does run into things like fences, me, etc… so blunt trauma is completely possible. She couldn’t get a good look into his eye because it still had a lot of blood in it. As far as she could tell, there was no obvious cause for the hyphema… I did notice that while he was sitting in the waiting room that they eye appeared a little worse again, and that Oliver was very stressed. She recommended that I keep him calm, and try to get him to rest for the weekend, keep him away from bright lights, and call back Tuesday (it is a long weekend here in Ontario). At that point, we hope that the blood will dissipate more and she will be able to see if there is any damage inside the eye. After that, I will most likely have to take him to a canine opthamologist, which thankfully, there is one just in Midland, which is only about half an hour away.
The good thing is, he does not appear to be in any pain. He’s acting completely normal, wanting to eat, drink, play, gets super excited when we come home, etc… So I am grateful for that. The eye still looks weird. I put in atropine drops yesterday morning to dilate the eye, and it is still very dilated. I can’t tell if it looks any better… it is pretty cloudy… but I am pretty sure he can see out of it.
I am also very grateful for the emergency clinic and their staff, who are very kind and thorough. Although it was a very expensive night out, having peace of mind that Oliver would be ok, was worth it. I am just hoping that it clears up and was a freak occurrence, and everything will be fine. My dog is my best friend, so I hate to see anything bad happen to him. I really wish he could just talk to me and tell me what’s going on… does it hurt? Did something happen? Can you see?
So… has anyone ever had an animal experience anything like this? I am glad that Oliver seems otherwise healthy, but it is still scary. I am afraid that I’m going to end up with a one-eyed pup.
I am a very vivid dreamer. I have long, epic, masterpiece dreams. I still remember dreams I had as a kid. I remember them vividly, and in detail.
However, I also have nightmares. Nightmares were something I thought would stop as I got older, or at least get less intense, though I am finding the older I get, the more vividly I dream, which is awesome when it is a fun dream, and terrifying when it is a nightmare. My nightmares have changed, I no longer dream about being chased by bears, or having to drive a car when I was only 5 and didn’t know how a car worked… I feel like my dreams and nightmares are much more nonsensical now.
In general, I have a pretty strange sleep pattern. As a teenager, I remember going through bouts of not being able to sleep. I wouldn’t call it insomnia, as I would sleep, but normally for just a few hours at a time, then wake up again for an hour or so, then go back to sleep. I now go back and forth between periods of sleeping well for 8 hours, to periods of sleeping like this:
9pm – sleep on the couch for an hour.
10pm: Go upstairs to bed, and toss and turn for an hour.
11pm-3am – sleep/dream.
3:15-5am Wake Up, go downstairs, watch documentaries, fall in and out of sleep/dream.
5am: stumble upstairs and sleep.
6:30am: Wake-Up and Start my day.
So, anyway, on Friday night I woke up around 3 and went downstairs and put on some documentary on Ancient Egypt, curled up with Oliver and tried to get back to sleep for a bit. I was having this dream that my parents, my brother, my aunt and uncle, my cousin and her husband and Dan and I all lived in our tiny, 1100 sq ft house. I was wandering around looking for a place to sleep, and finally settled on the couch. In my dream, I was still somewhat aware of my surroundings, so my position on the couch, and the lighting played a role in what was happening and what I was seeing, which is interesting and terrifying because it makes the strange events seem very, very real. I dreamed I was trying to sleep, when I noticed a large dog coming down the stairs. I figured it was one of my relatives dogs, and called it over to me. It sat in front of me, and in then hazy blue light of the TV, I tried to make out which dog it was. I could tell there was something not quite right about the dog. Suddenly, it got up, walked behind me, stood on it’s hind legs, and as it hovered over me and I realized it had a human face. This dog was probably 7′ tall, standing up on it’s hind legs, with a cloth around his waist, and a HUMAN FACE. This was the most terrifying things in the whole entire world at that moment, though now it sounds comical. So, naturally, I start screaming, but I was still in that paralyzed REM dream state, so my screams came out like weird muffled moans. So, that was disturbing, and I assume it has something to do with me thinking too much about Anubis before sleeping…
Last night I had another screaming dream. In this one, I had gotten up to use the bathroom (exciting content, huh?) and while standing at the sink I noticed a ghostly figure slumped in the corner of the room. It started slowly moving towards me, and as it got close it grabbed my arm. I started screaming “NOOOOOO” but again, was paralyzed by sleep so it came out like “mrph hrmph MHRMPHAMLMMMOOOOO”. I was in bed this time, so Dan was able to gently wake me up and snap me out of it.
I don’t believe that dreams serve as any great insight into the future or anything like that. I feel like they are just a mash-up of bits and pieces of information we have picked up throughout the days and weeks, and our brain assembling it in some mangled-up way. While my nightmares are scary, and my dreams (good or bad) disrupt my sleep, I am kind of glad I have them. They are interesting to reflect upon, and try to make sense of. Some of them also make hilarious stories.
So… any other adults out there still have nightmares?
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(As an aside, it also bothers me what this image implies about men. The men in my life love me for who I am, not for how I look. The men in your life probably feel the same about you).
When I was very thin, I was no more confident that I am now. When I was very thin, I was still open to criticism – “Go eat a hamburger,” that kind of thing. Those comments are uncalled for, and just plain rude.
Flatline your CF Pieces, and press your seam open. |
Add soft ruching with elastic down the CF. |
Bone casings are added to the inside of the Self Fabric. Use a double layer of lining to prevent your bones from working through. Do not bone the CF seam if you are adding ruching. |
Insert your bone into the casing, between the two layers. |
The bottoms are much more straight forward. I cut a size medium for myself. I fully lined the Center Front and Center Back pieces with knit swim lining. I also added elastic around the leg to prevent it from”creeping” while in the water.
Here it is at the beach! |
Our Expertly packed CR-V. |
Not all photos are flattering… me devouring left over birthday cake! No make-up, and camping hair. |
Our camp set-up is getting more elaborate. |
The first day, we didn’t do much other than set-up camp, which is more involved now that we have a dining tent in addition to our sleeping tent… Dan decided he wanted to try his hand at a bow drill to make fire, so he scavanged some twigs and sticks from the bush, and was able to make lots of smoke, but not so much fire. Luckily, we also brought a lighter to start a fire!
Bow Drill… made smoke, no fire. |
We did two hikes – the fire tower trail which is a 2.5 hour long hike up a large rocky hill. The photo below shows the fire tower, which is the halfway point of the trail. It’s a pretty steep incline, but the lookout point is awesome and well worth the work!
There is a snake hiding in that grass! |
We had many animal visitors including deer, a Raven (I think it was a raven, not a crow) who knocked my scissors off the picnic table and dunked his head in my coffee cup, two snakes – one swimming and one sunbathing, a raccoon, and a chipmunk with a weird scar on it’s head (fell out of a tree maybe?). We had one afternoon of rain, which was ok. I read then napped. In fact, I had an afternoon nap all three days.
Hello, deer. |
Sunset on our final night. |
Before our vacation, I made Dan and I both swimsuits. For myself, I converted the Jasmine Bra and Grace Panties into a really cute bikini that I will share tomorrow. I added boning for a little support and shaping. I was glad to finally have a bikini top that fit and bottoms that are flattering!
So, our vacation was great. Just what I needed. I am looking forward to getting back to work tomorrow, and am glad to be home with my dog… Anyone else doing any summertime travels this year?
Finally, it feels like summer. Like, really summer. Dan and I crammed so much into this weekend, it was awesome. We did our normal, boring weekend stuff, like grocery shopping, etc. but we also fit in time for fun things like seeing World War Z, which to my surprise, was very good! I am a big horror/zombie fan, I read all the Walking Dead Novels before it was cool to read graphic novels, and I read World War Z a few years ago too and absolutely loved it. The movie at a glance was different from the novel, but it was so left open for sequels, I hope there will be a whole series loosely based upon the vignettes from the book. It was a really, really fun movie.
We just got back from my parents house, where we had our usual Sunday Dinner. They just finished putting in their pond, which they have been planning for years. It looks so awesome. I am envious of my mom’s gardens. She’s got the touch. Me, not so much… but I try! My dad also salvaged an old sundial from my grandma’s old house, and Dan set it up while we were out there. It’s one of those things I remember playing around as a kid, and I’m glad my parents were able to give it a new home.
new pond at the ‘rents. |
I fit in some sewing, and I’m now a week ahead of schedule, and I hope after this week, I will be two to two and a half weeks ahead! I haven’t been ahead in… over a year. So I feel a lot of relief. I snuck in some new items this weekend. I just got a shipment of stretch satin spandex that I had to make into something. This stuff is so nice. It feels so silky and smooth, but is knit and super stretchy. It can be machine washed (hanged to dry), and doesn’t wrinkle. It is my new favourite fabric. I really like it for the bras. I have kept a few for myself. I am a small-band/large-bust girl, and I find these really comfy… the perfect thing for under a tank top, especially when it’s hot. I hate foam cups when it’s hot.
This morning we went to mini-putt. Dan won by 15 strokes, but I did manage to redeem myself with one hole-in-one. The course we went to is by far one of my favourite mini-putt courses, we used to always go as kids. It was a lot of fun.
This afternoon we did some yard work, then relaxed with our feet in the pool and drank Caesar’s (a true Canadian refreshment), and relaxed. I am enjoying this whole “relaxing” thing. I’m getting much better at it. I have a hard time acclimatizing myself to doing nothing, but it is necessary at times. I’ll get back to work tomorrow with a fresher brain, a less stiff neck, and a brighter outlook.
I think Dan has outgrown the pool. |
Oh my goodness… I feel old and sore today. I realized on the way down, that I had not been to Wonderland in 7 or 8 years. So much had changed!
My cousins and I used to always go to Wonderland, so we made a “cousins” day of it. Even Abbey, our “honourary cousin” came! We basically started with the biggest roller coaster in the park, and rode it twice back to back, to get my nerve up. It was only a couple years old, and while scary and very very big (deserving of the name “Behemoth”), was smooth sailing. We got there early and beat many of the lines and were able to ride a lot of the rides. After Lunch we planned out our coasters more poorly, riding the Vortex, Thunder Run, some kind of spinning, flipping ride, then The Bat, which makes you do loops backwards and forwards, and left us all with headaches, so we settled for a ride on the swings and a rest on the grass. I remember the days when we could ride the roller coasters all day without a second thought. Today, I feel like I’ve been in a car crash or something, and my voice… my voice! I sound like an old lady because I screamed bloody murder on every single ride (ok, except for the swings.) We had a fantastic time though, and I kinda already want to go back.
mmm… funnel cake! |
My cousins |
It was very fun. I hope my voice recovers soon. I sound ridiculous.
Today I take Oliver for his follow-up Vet appointment, which will take up a good chunk of my morning because I have to walk him there, and walking anywhere with Oliver takes a very, very long time. Everything must be sniffed!
Our green spotted puffer fish, Boris, has been having some weird problems lately. I’m not really a fish person, but Boris is a very cool fish, very interactive as far as fish goes. Every morning, I go into the room, turn on the light in his tank, and he swims up to the top waiting for me to feed him. The other day, he just swam stupidly around in the bottom corner and didn’t even acknowledge his food, which is strange for a puffer, they are voracious. The next day it was the same thing. The third day, he swam to the top, but it seemed as though he couldn’t see his food. He was looking for it, but couldn’t see where it was. His eyes were clear, black, normal looking, no signs of any disease… so Dan has done several water changes, added some salt to the water, and we put some feeder fish in and he seems to be doing better. I just suddenly realized how damn attached I am to this fish… which is pretty hilarious. But look at him, he’s adorable, even as a blur! We estimate that Boris is probably about 8 years old, and I understand that these fish can live into their teens, so hopefully this was just a reaction to low salinity in the water and he will get back to normal soon!