Tuesday, August 26, 2014

It Was a Good Weekend....Until it Wasn't

I was hoping to come here first thing Monday morning and talk about how wonderful our visit was with my parents and how awesome Lucy did on our first weekend away with another dog.

Instead, I think about the weekend and I want to cry.

The weekend started off well. The dogs basically ignored each other. There were little grumbles here and there, but a squirt bottle stopped those pretty quick. Saturday night, my mom's friend came over and brought her dog (a rescue she just got who is about a year old). My mom had originally asked her not to- but she insisted.

At first, it was fine. My parents dog (who is about 6 or 7) just lay under the table- her preferred location. She isn't one to rough house or play with other dogs. Lucy did very well with my mom's friends dog and they were playing a lot. We decided to let them outside to run around. The two younger pups were playing and Lucy was getting pretty riled up- but still having fun.

My parents dog was standing inside watching. My mom's friend decided to let her out. She somehow ended up in the middle of the other two playing and growled and nipped at Lucy. Which led to Lucy feeling threatened and she attacked my parents dog. Sidenote: My parent's dog is fine. I think she ended up having to get stitches, and was obviously very shaken up and scared of Lucy after it happened. By Sunday, they were back to amicably ignoring each other.

I could easily sit and point fingers and say it's not my fault; not Lucy's fault; that it was my mom's friends fault; that she should have known better. It never should have happened. They were great all weekend. And so on and so on. While I think all those things are true, that doesn't matter.

Because it all still boils down to the fact that my dog bit another dog.

I feel like a failure. A failure as a dog owner. I've failed Lucy as her owner. I've failed Duchess by bringing another dog into her home that attacked her.

It's been three days and even though we're back home with Lucy, acting adorable and sweet as she always does when it's just us, I still can't stop thinking about it. And crying about it. And feeling sick to my stomach about it.

And that's all. Because I just don't know what to say about it anymore. I've been beating myself up enough in my own head. 

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Guilty Pleasures

Guilty pleasures.We all have 'em. Some are a little more embarrassing than others. But then again, there is a reason they are called guilty pleasures.

Venus Trapped in Mars

So of course I had to join in on today's Total Social with Sarah and Helene!

1. All things Bachelor(ette)(In Paradise)(Pad). For real though- I love them all. The complete train wreck that inevitably happens every season. Currently? It's AshLee and Elise leading the crazy train.

2. Donuts. I'm not that big of a sweets girl...but put donuts in front of me? It's pretty much impossible for me to just eat one. Or two. Never enough! I saw a picture of donuts on instagram this morning and have been craving one two ever since...and have been debating driving to the donut shop around the corner.

3. Pictures of puppies. Adorable Instagram accounts (AJ the Frenchie, Mommas Gone City- for real though...Theo and Beau naptime pictures make my day, Puppy Palace). Reddit's aww page...of which Doug send me links to at least twice a day. Any picture of a puppy- they all make me happy.

 
4. Real Housewives of Orange County. I've been working from home the last two days....which means I have been binge watching this. I'm not as hooked on the other Housewives....but the Orange County ladies. Love it.

5. Online shopping. I get daily emails from GroopDealz, Jane, ToAdorn and countless other sites. And free shipping?? Forget about it. It's my weakness. I basically HAVE to buy it if there is free shipping...whatever it is.


6. A good sandwich. I'm talking a fantastic deli sandiwch loaded with roast beef or turkey. Good cheese, tomatoes, lettuce, some tasty sauce. I just love a good sandwich.

7. Frozen Reese's. Eggs or Christmas trees are obviously the best. But really any Reeses. And they are SO GOOD frozen. Thanks to my husband for introducing me to that one.


Monday, August 18, 2014

Work Woes

I've been saying a lot recently how much I love my job. And it's true. I do.


But after an insanely tough week, I feel like I need to be fully honest with all of you. That even though I love my job, it's not all sunshine and rainbows.

I cried at least 5 times last week. Once was a breakdown of epic proportions in front of half of my coworkers. I'm talking tears, puffy red face, completely embarrassing meltdown.I had made a pretty stupid mistake and it was just the last straw on an already insane week. I woke up every day with a giant crick in my neck. I got home every day, poured a giant glass of red wine and put a hot pack on my neck.

But these wonderful coworkers of mine didn't judge my slight insanity. Instead they sympathized, helped me fix the mistakes, made me laugh.

And then Saturday? The concert was amazing. I met Yo-Yo Ma (and even got his autograph). I had a wonderful email from a donor thanking me for my hard work. I came home, relaxed and slept for 10 hours straight.


10 hours straight. Two days in a row.

And now I am ready to face the week. And continue to love my job.
 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Doggy Day Camp

Being a crazy dog mom sucks.

I love my dog more than I thought possible. She is like a child, in the fact that I'm worried about her when I'm not with her. I'm upset when people don't like her. I want her to get along with all the other dogs. And when she doesn't, it breaks my heart.

All our family has dogs. All of our friends have dogs. And Lucy doesn't get along with any of them. We haven't exposed her too much because there have been scuffles and I just don't like to put her (or me) in that situation.

When we first got her, my concern was how she acted with Doug. Their relationship had improved times 100 since that first day. Heck- half the time she loves him more than me. She still is skittish around men, but she is getting better and better every day.

Anyway- today is Lucy's first day at doggy day camp. I feel like a mom who just sent her kid off to pre-school. I'm terrified. Doug dropped her off 20 minutes ago and I just know she is going to be so scared. I just want her to be the happy dog with other people and dogs that she is with us.

Modeling jewelry at a party I had last weekend.
So sassy.

Being a crazy dog mom at moments like this sucks. But being a crazy dog mom when I get home and she greats me with a silly smile and her whole body shaking as she wags her tail- that is the best thing in the world.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Getting Fancy

So orchestra events are fannnncy. And I'm sorry that you're now singing that damn song.

The awesome part of working at the orchestra and getting to attend those fancy events. Our upcoming Gala (and by upcoming, it's in like 3 months) is black tie. Which means I have been looking for a dress for the last 6 months. I have no desire to spend hundreds of dollars for a super fancy dress I would wear one time.

So I've been scouring Rent the Runway to find a dress. These are my top contenders so far. Which of course means that in 3 months when I actually order it, they could completely change.

Badgley Mischka Flora Chiffon Gown
 I love the color, but I don't know if I want to do strapless for a lonnnng night of working.


Monique Lhuillier Glamorous in Lace Gown
The navy lace dress has an absolutely gorrrgeous keyhole back. That's a still I always loved in wedding dresses. And since mine didn't have it, figure I can do it in a gala dress!
Burgundy Bliss Gown by Twelfth Street by Cynthia Vincent 
I really love the color of this. And the easy flow of the skirt. It seems like it would be super comfy for a long work night, but still a classic look.
Take the Stage Gown by Badgley Mischka
The sequins. The green. I'm just completely swooning over this dress.
A Night To Remember Gown- Theia
I love the lace detail on this dress.

My main concern with all of these in length. I don't do well in heels. AT ALL. I have a gorgeous pair of flats that I wore for my wedding, and would love to wear them again. I just don't want to be tripping over the skirt all night. Each dress does have extensive reviews from women who have rented it, so I'm hoping I can read those and find one that will work better with flats

So what do you ladies think?? Let me know which dress you like the most!

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

I Love My Job

I love my job. 

I don't think I realized quite how much I hated my old job...until I had a job (and have had a job for the last 5 months) where I legit just enjoy going to work. Sure, I wake up on Monday and sigh- wishing that I could sleep in just a little later. But once I'm at work...I don't spend 8 hours hating my life and just wishing I could go home.

My coworkers are amazing. Though that's nothing new. My old coworkers are still some of my best friends. But what made me think about this so much is when we were all having lunch the other day. They couldn't stop bitching about all things work. I couldn't stop gushing over how happy I was.  

I think the big difference is having a boss who 100% supports me. My old boss was the same way...but when she left? I spent a solid 8 months miserable. And now I'm back to being happy.


Every day is different. But every day is awesome. Heck- the fact that there is so much variety is what makes me love it even more.

Last Friday for example? I started my day by picking up 9 dozen donuts for the musicians. I spent the day listening to the most fascinating consultant who was talking to us about interacting with donors. I spent my evening enjoying a concert from the comfort of the Severance Hall box seats (talk about feeling like a baller). The post concert event, out on the terrace of an insanely beautiful building enjoying drinks and awesome conversation with my coworkers.

It was a 12 hour work day. And I loved every. single. minute. of it.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

These Are My People

So it's a weekend recap a day late. Because my Saturday was so unbelievably perfect and wonderful, that it has taken me until Tuesday to get around to talking about it.

My entire entire extended family on my mom's side, with the exception of two cousins, were all together for a family reunion. All 7 siblings, 17 cousins, 9 spouses/significant others, and 11 great-grandchildren. Plus a few second cousins and 1st cousins once removed and all those fun things that I don't get.


The people I grew up with. My first friends and those who have known me the longest. Aunts and Uncles who treat me as a daughter. Cousins who act like siblings and friends. Best friends. My people.

With my beautiful Grandma at the center of it all.
My cousins- the people that I may only see once a year; some even less. But that doesn't matter. Because when we do get together it's like no time has passed. And we are back to reminiscing about our 10 year old selves laughing and joking and running around in the country (or riding little tikes 3-wheelers down an extremely steep hill....our favorite pastime). We range from 12 to 33, live from Hawaii to Iowa to Ohio to Virginia, high school students, college students, parents. But no matter the differences, we're family. My family.

These girls. My first best friends. 
My niece who loves peace signs more than an Asian tourist.
And the OU/LaVigne clan- of course the finalists in the family cornhole tournament.
We won't talk about the outcome....there WILL be a rematch.
My favorite people in the world- no doubt about it.