26 & 26!

Well for those of you who forgot or didn't know, yesterday was my Birthday:) I'm now 26 years old, closer to 30 than 20! Anyway, I had to work but besides that it was a fun day. I'm also 26 (almost 27) weeks pregnant. So to celebrate, I'm gifting you with a picture of my huge belly. Go ahead, laugh, I do everyday. I'm getting so huge and I still have 3 months to go! I'm going to look like I swallowed a basketball by the end. Oh well, its all worth it right?! Also here's a picture of Oakley at 19 weeks. (I think she has Dave's nose.)

My solitary confinement from the web

Almost four weeks ago my favorite pet, Lucy, decided to knock over our cable Internet box and there by ruin my life for the past month. I don't know how she managed it but in one swipe of her paw, she destroyed our cable modem and my will to live (okay, a little dramatic). We didn't have time to find a replacement in the few days before heading up to New York for Christmas since our house was completely torn apart while we were trying to refinish our floors. After we returned home to the same disaster, we were too busy trying to put our house together to find a replacement. Once we finally had the time to look for a new modem, we realized our idea that it would be a cheap $15 replacement was a little off. The modems we saw in the 5 different stores were all around $65-$70 and our on little budget, that was just out of the question. In our attempt to save money we finally ordered a cheap replacement from eBay. This was only managed by using a computer at Best Buy while receiving many suspicious looks from the employees. We finally received our new modem yesterday and discovered that somehow our wireless modem also bit the dust. So despite the inconvenience of having to sit on the floor of the nursery we're painting to plug into the web, I'm happy to once again be connected to the world. When I was trying to come up with a title for this blog I stumbled upon the definition of solitary confinement and felt it suited my feelings exactly...
Solitary Confinement is a punishment or special form of imprisonment in which a prisoner is denied contact with any other persons, it has also been called a form of torture.

Friday Night I went with some friends to see the movie Marley and Me. I highly recommend it, especially if you have dogs. While watching the movie I found myself reminiscing about all the wonderful experiences I've had with my lab, Lucy. I'd thought I would share some of the magical moments we've had in the last two and a half years of having Lucy in our home.

• The time Lucy ran over to our next door neighbors house, knocked their 2-year-old to the pavement and peed in their entryway. They moved shortly after that!
• The time Lucy peed on our friends love sac.
• The many times Lucy peed on our own love sac, and especially the two times she did it right above Dave's head!
  
• The time we had to rush home from my Grandparents house on July 4th to pay a $300 vet visit after Lucy had gotten extremely sick from eating cat food and too much rawhide.
• The time Lucy and an entire bottle of my antibiotics (yes, including the bottle). If you ever have to make a dog vomit, just use one tablespoon of hydrogen peroxide and they'll be puking all day!
• The two pairs of my rainbow flips flops she ate ($50 a pair, that's a $100 chew toy.)
• The time she got an anal glad infection and we had to again pay a $200 emergency vet visit.
  
• The time we she puked on my very expensive coach purse in the moving truck.
• The time she broke out into little blood blisters all over her body in the moving truck to Pittsburgh and again we went to the vet and had to pay only $100 that time.
• The many, many ears infections we've had to treat her for.
• The three times animal control has shown up to our house because our neighbors complained about our dog barking too much.
• The three rugs, wooden chair and many kitchen towels she eaten.
• The many many times (including yesterday) shes eaten her food too fast and puked it up on my rug.
  
• The many times she's knocked over the trash can. Notice all our trash cans and laundry basket now have lids.
  
• Dave's flip flops, shoes, and hats she's destroyed.
  
• The time she ate her own dog bed and her own dog dishes.
• The time she opened the fridge and ate a whole Kielbasi.
• And last but not least, all the black hair she sheds which can be found anywhere from my cereal bowl to stuck in my clean clothes.

All the same, I know that deep down somewhere, I still love my dog.