Addiction

I need an intervention...over Christmas my mother gave me the first 3 seasons of the show Lost. I'm halfway through the 2nd season....

Hi. My name is Casey and I'm addicted to Lost.

Sinking

Have you ever felt like your are sinking in water and no matter how hard you try you can't get up to the surface? No matter how hard I kick and reach...I can't get there. I can't get beyond it. I don't even know what "it" is.

I am drowning. The moments will pass and I will feel this way all day and maybe again tomorrow. But it will pass. I just wait.

Good to know

Last night Ryan and I had some alone time together for the first time in about a week and a half. It's been insanely busy for the both of us. So we got in our sweats (cuz it's a balmy 8 degrees at night) and lay on the couch- position #1, prime position for mutual foot rubbing. We start watching Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles on t.v. (you know, cuz we're classy) and we hear:

Crunch, crunch, crunch.....crunch, crunch

"What is that? It sounds like plastic breaking?" I ask Ryan as I realize it's coming from behind the couch. "Rocky," I think. So I lean over the back of the couch and see him hard at work. His profession of choice? Destruction. He is chewing up something so I reach down and grab it from him. In my hand is a slimey, half-chewed prescription bottle.
"Uh-oh." I say. I look on the ground and there are about 20 little white pills at Rocky's feet. "NO!!!" I yell.
"WHAT?!" Ryan replies.

I tell him what I found and he answers with a few choice words along with, "What do we do?"
"Can you call poison control for a dog?" I ask. "Call a 24 hour vet!"
Ryan bolts upstairs while I clean up the mess and gets a number. He calls and gets a vet tech and explains the situation. They ask us a bunch of questions about Ryan's medication and Rocky's weight, etc. The doctor gets on the phone and tells us that we can do a couple of things:
1. Bring him in and get his stomach pumped or give him activated charcoal.
2. Pour half-a-cup of hydrogen peroxide down his throat and wait for him to barf.
3. Watch and wait, cuz the amount and type of meds probably won't kill him (yep, he said probably)


We opt for plan 2 cuz we have hydrogen peroxide in our cabinet in the bathroom. Ryan grabs the dog and we pull him into the bathtub. He holds Rocky and forces his mouth open while I dump what I guess to be half of a cup down his throat. We let him go and he sits there and stares at the two of us like, "What?" We stare back at him for about 30 seconds waiting for the eruption. Nothing. Rocky starts sniffing around the tub and licking up the peroxide that spilled all around him. Great.
"How old is the peroxide?" Ryan asks.
"There's no date." I say examining the bottle.
"Hmmm. I guess we wait and see if he dies." Ryan says.
"HONEY!" I say.


We walk downstairs to resume our couch lying and movie hoping that the dog "probably won't be killed." After about five minutes Rocky runs to a corner infront of the kitchen (yep still on the carpet) and starts making a weird hacking noise.

"OH CRAP!" I say and try to jump up from the couch. However, I am caught under one of Ryan's legs and immediately get my other leg tangled in the blanket I am using. Ryan in the mean time is caught under the leg I am trying desperately to get untangled by kicking it. If Ryan moved an inch he probably would have been whacked in the face. Somehow I break free and lunge for the dog just in time to hear: SPLAT.
"Ewww." I say standing up straight, looking at a mountain of foam and chewed up dog food. "It's all foamy."
"Gross." Ryan says sitting up from the couch. "What is-"
HACK, HACK HACK HACK, HACK, HACK, HACK

"Get the dog!" we yell in unison. Ryan gets to him first, behind the couch and we drag him outside. He threw up about 4 more times.

Moral of the story: Hydrogen peroxide can make a dog throw up. Good to know.

Actual Quote

A 20 y/o athlete of mine came into the training room and got three bags of ice for various body parts. She is standing there chatting with a teammate when another teammate walks by and sees her all wrapped up.

"Dang!" the other teammate exclaims. "How many ice bags do you have?!"
"I know, right?! It's like I'm 30!!" says my formerly favorite athlete.

Go ahead and just give me a walker all ready.

Pop Quiz Hot Shot

One of my favorite movies of all time is The Princess Bride. Growing up I could recite it forwards and backwards with my friend, Leslie. Then, my brother and father became fans and we all recited and acted it out whenever the mood struck us. Preferably in public.

I got an email from Leslie the other day with a link to a quiz to test my knowledge of the movie. I haven't watched it in probably about a year, so I was nervous. I shouldn't of been.

Wanna try it? ClickHere

Men

I recently received an email that was a video about a man with a cold. He was bundled up on the couch groaning like he had a terminal disease. These EMT-type guys come running in and assess the situation infront of the man's wife who is dressed and ready for the day. They scold her for not caring to his every need while he is in this pitiful state and give her a bell and say, "Give this to him. Everytime he rings this you must run to him and get whatever it is that he needs! It's important." The wife looks at the EMT-type man and says, "Well, what about me? I have the same cold." The EMT looks at her incredulously and says, "But you're a woman."

I had a similar incident yesterday. Ryan has a hacking cough and slight cold, and I really feel bad for him because he seems so uncomfortable and pitiful. So I went and got him some Dayquil and Nyquil to help him get comfy. No lie, he was lying in the bed and begging me to rub his temples for his headache. As I'm doing this he looks at me with big child-like eyes and says, "Why am I dying?"

I almost choked trying to stifle my laugh. Men...you gotta love them.

Oh, the New Year!!!

Happy New Year! Don't you just love the idea of having a fresh start at the year?

New Year's Eve?...Yeah...We won't talk about that. I had fun, that is all I'm gonna say.

Happy 2008!