No one's asked me, but if they did...

I've not been contacted by anyone from ESPN, CNN, MSNBC, or even Fox to rant publicly on the matter of Michael Vick v. dog fighting (shocking, I know) but if they did contact me, here's what I would suggest:

Michael Vick, there are three objective truths about you: 1) You are a fantastic football player. 2) You make a lot of money. 3) You made very poor decisions and did not value creatures who are affectionally labeled "Man's Best Friend". In sum, you were an ass. I am not often a fan of using such profane language in my blog regardless of how I might speak in real life, but I think there are some circumstances for which it is necessary. A classification such as "jerk" doesn't quite cut it. I digress.

President Obama recently phoned the owner of the Philadelphia Eagles praising him on recruiting Vick to his team. I understand the larger picture might have been addressing the difficulties many prisoners face when returning from their sentences, but Obama must realize his conversations are magnified for a country, a world to hear. I am sure this isn't news to him and I quite like Obama most of the time, but choosing Vick's recent employment as a forum to address a larger issue was wholly inappropriate in my humble opinion.

While I do not generally subscribe to the old eye for an eye adage, I do think the criminal justice system could stand to shed its myopic lens. Serving time should be only part of a criminal's sentence. For example, while I appreciate that Vick was forced to serve his time, I frankly don't think he should be allowed to play professional football again. I realize his crime had little to do with football, however Vick's fame could be utilized in so many beneficial ways for the anti-dog fighting community (this includes most of us, I hope).

For starters, employ Vick to speak in areas where dog fighting is presumed to be prevalent. He could join forces with or spearhead an organization dedicated to the rescue and rehabilitation of dog fighting victims. Use his celebrity to thwart the very crime he committed. People are sure to listen more closely to him than an individual whom they've never met and frankly don't care about. While I haven't gone to law school, I am certain this isn't a novel concept.

We live in a country where Paris Hilton is more popular than Hilda Solis-have you ever heard of her? She is our country's Secretary of Labor and has done incredible work for our country. And yet, if either woman were slated to speak on an issue, whose presentation will be better attended? Michael Vick would be the perfect face of anti-animal cruelty campaign. He is currently working on the Michael Vick Project (watch it here: http://www.bet.com/video/888718), which I do appreciate. In the show opener, he states that part of his work in the project is to restore his family's good name. This irks me-Vick, it's about facing your terrible choices and taking responsibility for reaching others who share your pastime. Regardless, I am glad he is working with the Humane Society but he should be devoting all of his time to this.

Anyhow, America, think about it. Or at least the 3 people who read my blog. :)

From the Law-ish Offices of J.M. Krause.

A 2010 Reflection

I am finding vacation difficult because I have this innate drive to be productive and multitask my life away, so this couch sitting, trashy tv watching, online (window) shopping is getting old in a hurry. As such, I have decided that I should attend to my blog as a means of feigning productivity. Hello, blog.

Since I am a big fan of "the list", I am going to pay homage to 2010 with a series of them. A list of lists. A meta-list. Not to be confused with the Mentalist. Perhaps to be combined with being mental. Or metal.

I am going to reflect on this year with my 5 most embarrassing moments. No one really wants to hear about accomplishments anymore-those are lame and commonplace. I mean, EVERYONE wins the Boston Marathon at some point in their lives.

In no particular order:

1. Falling flat on my face in the middle of an airport after neglecting to realize that the people mover stopped moving this person

2. Accidentally calling my boyfriend's dad a pervert. In Spanish.

3. Falling multiple times in several soccer games-completely unprovoked by person or sports equipment

4. Hired as a "curriculum expert" with fancy degrees and half-degrees-first day on the job (and much to my IT boyfriend's chagrin) I lock myself out of the computer and network twice. I also fail a handful of HR quizzes. Oops.

5. The Homeslice Incident. I don't think I can properly report on this-just know it was BAD. And gross.

Here's a top 3 list of my moments of disbelief:

1. Student answering her cell phone in my class. I clearly cannot get over this.

1.5 Holding 1/4th of a boa constrictor. Holyfreakingcrap.

2. Witnessing a bird eating an apple whole

Giant, prehistoric bird jumping 2 feet in the air to ingest a whole apple

3. Having an entire vodka cranberry drink dumped on me in a game of air basketball at a club in Ft. Lauderdale. This was surprising because a) I wasn't playing the game; b) I wasn't aware of the game as I was dancing up a storm to Beyonce; c) my sweet little cousin Alyssa (WHO IS PHOTOGRAPHED IN THE BOA PIC) did it. She was thoroughly embarrassed. I thought it was hilarious.

Favorite internet finds of 2010 (oft with help of friends):

1. http://www.dearblankpleaseblank.com/

2. http://whenparentstext.com/

3. http://video.nytimes.com/

4. http://twitter.com/mindykaling

I don't think this blog can be any more random-this is what happens when my thought patterns aren't guided by Bill Powers. Save me from myself!

An aside on this arbitrary rant-this is the weirdest time of year: the manic rush of holiday cheer and the post-Christmas denouement. It feels like 24 five year olds had an arts and crafts party and all that's left are the remnants of glitter, empty glue sticks, and paper scraps. Trying to find motivation somewhere buried in the discarded sequins.

**This blog was typed with the help of one Tabitha Cameron Martinez. Rather, this blog was nearly deleted by TCM as she draped herself across my laptop at an inopportune time.

Photo taken pre-attempted blog assassination

Trick or treat!

My inspiration: this wizard needs not an introduction

His inspiration: Aaron Behrens from Ghostland Observatory

How did we do? :)

Sweet Skylar (6-7-03 to 10-23-10)

I have dedicated so many posts to this pup-she might have been my most popular blog topic. Some time around 9:00 this morning, we lost her. I had my hand pressed against her chest and felt her heartbeat slowly fade away. It was...well, I can't even think of a word to describe the experience. I will say that I feel grateful that I was here with her when she passed. Bobby and I were both on the floor with her petting her.

Her passing was both expected and not. I knew she had been fighting a brain tumor for over a year, so when she defied the 3-4 month life span she was given upon initial diagnosis, I felt that she might be invincible.

Because I don't have children, Skylar is all I have ever known in that capacity. I/we faithfully gave her medicine twice a day, fed her, bathed her, pet her, walked her, etc. I know I gave her a good life, but I am still left feeling guilty. When I came home from school yesterday, I told myself I would walk her. I never got around to it because I started working on other projects. I really wish I had taken the 10 minutes out to go on what would have been our final walk together.

I want to thank so many of you who have been great friends to Skylar, humans and animals alike. You have brought joy, laughter and friendship to us both. I still remember how Danielle's dog Ashes tricked Skylar out of her bedroom so she could tip over her entire food container and eat a month's worth of food. I remember how Katie's dog Gomez literally supported Skylar on a walk around Town Lake after she was recovering from anesthesia. Skylar was wobbling on the trail and Gomez walked right next to her, making sure she didn't fall. I remember Elric's dog Ladybird and how my dog would ignore all of the dogs all the dog park unless she happened to see Bird. They would both wags their tails furiously at each other. Then, Skylar would go back to ignoring all other dogs. I remember the good times with Ashley's dog Colby and how Colby showed Skylar how to sunbathe. I remember Davy coming to visit and our trip to Amy's ice cream with Sky where Skylar's whipped cream consumption surpassed my own. She kept licking her nose in hopes that another bit would appear if she licked long enough. I remember the first day Skylar met Bobby and when he bent down to say hi to him, she licked his cheek. Most dogs are fairly liberal in their kisses, but Sky would never kiss anyone but me. I knew then that Bobby was special.

Skylar was always the first to greet me when I walked in the door. I would see her standing near the window and she would be looking for me. When I came home, she would sit in front of me, demanding for me to get close enough to her so she could understand my day through the new and previously classified smells I acquired. When she was still alive, I would try to imagine life without her. I felt it would be a good exercise because I knew her time was limited. Today was the first day I came home and she didn't greet me. I knew she wouldn't be here because I was returning from the vet. I just didn't realize how impactful it would be to enter a house where she is no longer.

The house seems quiet now. There aren't any paws tapping against the hardwood planks. They say that time heals all, and I suppose it does. She was my first dog outside of family dogs we've owned. Skylar enriched my life is ways that I never even imagined. She was my constant companion through some of the more challenging times in my life. I will miss her beyond describable emotions. Loss is never easy, but I am having a particularly difficult time with it. A friend sent along this poem and I found it very comforting.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; his eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together...

– Author unknown

Bear Skin Rugs

Hello readers (aka Mom and some rando stalker on the net who stumbled upon my blog),

You might think it odd that I, a tree-hugging bleeding heart liberal, vegetarian, Care Bear Staring kind of girl would be writing about bear skin rugs. Well, I'm not.

I'm writing about the day I ate my hat. It happened about 75 seconds ago. And it sort of has to do with bear skin rugs.

So Bobby and I are talking and having one of our many ridiculous conversations where it starts with him accusing me as suffering from Vanishing Twin Syndrome because I am left-handed. He suggested that I might have been born along with a small cyst with teeth and hair that once was my twin sibling. Disclaimer: DON'T GOOGLE THIS IMAGE-YOU WILL THROW UP IMMEDIATELY. A) Just to assuage any fear, I was clearly not birthed with such a disgusting creature and B) basically, the theory (which has been debunked) is that some left-handed people were twins...look, I am not a scientist. Read here if you are actually interested in this: http://neuroemotional.com/wb/pages/vanishing-twin-syndrome.php

The point is that I never had a twin; and if I did, it definitely wasn't a small disgusting cyst with teeth and hair. I digress.

The direction of our riveting conversation turning into creating a website for cute things (read: NOT that gross mutant twin thing) where users can summon objects they wish to see together. I am looking at Bobby incredulously and asked him, "Like what? Give me an example." He said, "You know, like toddlers on bear skin rugs crawling towards kittens." I immediate disregarded his example "In what world do toddlers exist on bear skin rugs? Who are you, Sarah Palin?" With my trusty Macbook in my lap, I said, "Look, I'll even prove it to you." I type in "toddlers on bear skin rugs" onto the search box and this is where I ate my hat.

I mean, COME ON! Have you ever heard of this? Me neither. But, apparently it's the number one freaking hit on Google. I swear Bobby planned this somehow. In any event, I was wrong, I haven't posted anything in my blog lately, so I though this madness was worthy of a post.

Good night, Neverland.

It's been a while...

Sorry, sorry, sorry! I think I am mostly apologizing to myself for ignoring my own blog. I will be better now, I promise! You see, I had a LOT going on. A lot. Two words.

First and foremost, I am officially getting my PhD at UT. I passed my comprehensive doctoral qualifying exams (woo!) and now it's smooth sailing... Yeah right! It's actually research and work my life away until I'm too old to get a job, but at least I'll emerge with a fancy piece of paper and some nuggets of information. Like three.

Reflecting on P nasty (as I've lovingly nicknamed Prospectus), it was one hell of a ride. The student I was last fall compared to the student I am this fall seems like two different people. I have learned and grown and sweat and suffered and cried and stressed-then, I sang (eek) and danced and made friends and got hugs and laughed and played soccer and took baths and drank wine and did yoga and drank 7,578,678 diet cokes and gained 3 pounds. Or maybe 10. Whatever. The point is that it was a journey. The point is that one year is a long time. The point is that one year is a short time. The point is that I'm done.

And, all at once, my world has changed. For starters, my house has new beautiful floors. You probably can't tell from my crappy laptop camera pic, but they are lovely. My dog and cat are still trying to navigate them. It's funny to hear the tap tap tap of the pets' nails on the flooring as they approach. No more sneaking up on me, Tabitha, and attacking my shoes! Speaking of nails, I got a pedicure today. They, too, are lovely and were slightly less expensive than my floors. Also, my kitchen walls look green, but they are not. Just in case anyone is judging right now. :D

Other new developments: Bobby and I got a roommate (our friend Bryan). This is very new, so what I have to report thus far is: I live in a constant man-cave with feminine decor. Last night I forced them to sit down with me and watch Gossip Girl. I think they liked it, but were afraid to admit it. :) Bryan is an excellent cook and inspires Bobby to create culinary wonders, so my 10 lbs may stretch to 15 soon. At least these next five will be from home cooked made-from-scratch biscuits and not cortisol-induced stress!

I am teaching 2 new sections (one at UT, one at ACC). The grading is killing me already, but I love my students. I always do. It's so much fun getting to know 28 new students every semester so well that I remember every student I've ever had. I still remember some of their majors, interests, life experiences, too. I feel very fortunate that I've had such incredible students. Speaking of which, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the recent shooting at UT. What a horrific experience for anyone, and especially hitting us so close to home. A testament to my students, though. They seemed to possess compassion when reflecting on the experience, unlike some of the other responses I observed from other students and members of our community. A distasteful Facebook fan page was created for the student who committed suicide (Colton), and several of my students protested the page, arguing that his family and community needed prayers, respect, and love instead of what this page was representing. Another proud moment for me. A very sad day for UT-Austin.

I would like to end on a happy note, since I hope this is one of many posts for this semester. In my Mindfulness class today, my professor showed us a clip and a quote. I'm including both for whomever reads this.

"A human being is a part of the whole, called by us "Universe", a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security." -Albert Einstein

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wktlwCPDd94&feature=related

Wikipedia at its Finest

In the opening verse, Sir Mix-A-Lot professes his affinity for large buttocks and his inability to conceal this fact from others. He goes on to describe other desirable physical attributes such as a trim waistline, tight fitting garments, and unblemished skin. Though the song does not contain a distinct narrative, the author does visit upon recurrent themes such as female body image as depicted in media, male attitudes towards dating and relationships, and the author’s own sexual prowess.

In later verses he expresses his exasperation with the entertainment industry’s portrayal of the ideal female form. He soundly rejects the notion promulgated by fashion magazines that diminutive buttocks are more desirable. His critique of the women that appeared in contemporary music videos is particularly scathing, likening their appearance to those of prostitutes. To further illustrate his point, he stipulates the purported ideal proportions of 36-24-36 (measuring the bust, waist, and hip diameter respectively) would only be pleasing on women with a standing height no greater than 63 inches.

Mix-A-Lot also briefly touches upon the roles that ethnicity, nutrition, and physical fitness play in determining the shape and size of the female buttocks. He recommends that any exercises performed should be limited to the abdominal area. He cautions against a fitness routine strenuous enough to diminish the heft of the gluteal muscles. Though he offers no broad dietary guidelines, Mix-A-Lot contends that the dish “red beans and rice” is an important food staple for maintaining a healthy buttocks.

Various lyrics address the fact that some men find no intrinsic value in large buttocks and consequently express disinterest. Mix-A-Lot makes clear that he would eagerly strike up relations with any woman overlooked or discarded by such men. The remainder of the narrative is fleshed out with the author’s various attempts to entice women into enjoying a ride in his luxury automobile, presumably in exchange for sexual favors.

Thanks, Caelie, for sharing. :)

The Love Fern

This will be a short one because I am actually supposed to be preparing to teach on Monday, submitting my prospectus, and getting my life in order. In that order.

The short of it is this: I suck at succulents. No matter how hard I try, I kill them. I am really good at ivy and have managed to sustain life for about 6 plants. I've had one of them for 2 years and she's still going strong! I digress...

After my latest murder, I decided I needed to fill the pot and try my hand at a different species. Bobby and I were out running errands and I begged him to let me visit the plants. He gave me a look that said "Are you sure?" I replied with a look that said "Yes, I promise not to kill another innocent plant."

As we approach the plants, I begin to get excited. I don't know where this semi-green thumb came from, but I won't fight it. Now we're standing in front of tons of potted beauties and Bobby asks in a sing-songy voice, "Okay, which one of you want to die tooo-dayy?" Once I make my selection, he starts humming the funeral march. Hmph! Here's the newest addition-let's see if I can work my magic with Pina (she looks like a pineapple)! Wish us luck!

Summer Sports

Things I am doing this summer:

Messy, sweaty soccer team (currently UNDEFEATED!!!!!!)

Happiness is a Warm Goal.

You expected this sport, though, didn't you? Play-offs are next Tuesday, come watch us kick some ASSC butt!

Dancing! (definitely a sport-especially with THAT guy). :)

Weddings-also a sport. Probably the most challenging sport of the summer because of the e-m-o-t-i-o-n-s. So many of them...everywhere!! Charlotte and Jeremy got married and it was lovely and they are lovely. Charlotte was the most hilarious bride ever. See exhibit A (photo).

Boating, also a legit sport. Especially when I am the captain

(which I obviously was NOT-don't drink and drive, friends)!

Sloshball...sport of the summer! We've played it thrice and I'm sure someone will squeeze in a final round of it somehow! Here are a few more sloshball pics cause they're funny!

Yes, these boys are tough soccer players by night, slutty sloshball players by day.

Seems counterintuitive, no?

Things I am NOT doing this summer:

Working on Prospectus

Writing my Program Evaluation paper that is due tomorrow.

Being productive.

Remembering I am 30.

Cartoons for grown-ups

Hi friends,

I use this cartoonist's work about his adventures with the protagonist of Tales of Mere Existence, Lev Yilmatz, in the learning frameworks class I teach at UT . In my humble (but incredibly valid) opinion (since you ARE reading my blog), he is quite clever. Your sense of humor should be fairly dry to consume these clips, so you may want to run yourself through the medium heat cycle for 30 minutes just in case.

This clip makes a simple, but powerful point regarding procrastination: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4P785j15Tzk

Here are three of my other favorite clips from him; some are less appropriate for academic usage:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XmecyCCdknk&feature=channel

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfK7l2PcLjA&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FomroPMOKvg&NR=1

**I should mention that the language in the depression clip gets rather rough. Just pretend it's a a flock of rainbow-colored unicorns instead. :D

Enjoy!

Jaimie

My Summer Hands

Hello friends,

I haven't posted in a while because I've been busy living, however I did feel I needed to show you something. Have a look:

I am a total mess this summer! The bandage is protecting me from myself at this point. I sprained my hand a while back (think at least a month ago) playing football (thanks, Scott!) and my fingers are STILL swollen. What's worse-I'm left-handed and I keep forgetting I'm hurt until I try to lift something of any weight and my fingers pop. It's really fun!

My herpes-type wound decorating my right hand is newly-acquired. I had an incident with a teapot that I won't soon forget. I'll spare you the gory details, but let's just say that the lid of the pot betrayed me as I went to fill my eager, empty mug with water and then attached itself to my hand. While scalding. It was ALSO super fun!

It's a good thing I can use my monkey toes and feet for everyday chores...and opposable thumbs. I took Sky for a job shortly after my teapot fumble and used one thumb to hold her leash and the other to hold her non-vacant poop bag. I'm sure none of my neighbors made fun of me later around the dinner table. Totally confident of that!

The Energizer Bunny Takes a Break

This is NOT my advisor, by the way. Just a phenomenal bird we met on vaycay.

Yesterday, while at my advisor's house for a research/consultation meeting, I was about to propose a research idea myself and my ed psych twin (mostly my twin, Carlton) had on our research team's data when she stopped me in my tracks and said, "Jaimie, you have got to slow down. I'm worried about you and your health." It's true that I am overcommitted in many ways, but I cannot completely devote my life to my education. I need to juggle lots of social and physical activities because it keeps me engaged, active, and sane. Sometimes I doth protest too much about them, but in the end, I know it reminds me that there is more to life than educational psychology. I digress.

My one beef about being a grad student is that, while I really need vacations, I can't really afford them. Enter last weekend in Longboat Key, FL (near Tampa). In addition to my graduate accolades, I have added wedding officiant as well and last weekend I performed a ceremony for two individuals who are not only great friends, but one of the best looking couples I know.

Meow Mr. and Mrs. Mayberry!

Everything about that weekend was spectacularly relaxing. The views and beaches were gorgeous, the food was delicious, the company was incredible (both established and new friendships), and so forth. My parents graciously visited for a couple of days and we had the best time!

These are my rents; Danielle followed the "bellybutton rule", that is: Only take photos at the beach from the bellybutton and up. The bird in the lefthand corner is not in our family-yet. If you know my parents (read: MOM), they definitely found a way to bring him back.

Bobby was inundated at work and couldn't accompany me, so the lovely and befreckled Danielle was my date. As per usual, her heart-breaking streak continued into Florida where a very disappointed wedding MC went home alone. :) Danielle and I shared some hilarious moments. I need to dedicate an entry to our pillow talk (it's not what it sounds like, for serious), so I'll think about that for next time. Check out some pics below!

Rehearsal dinner sunset

New friends cooling off in the pool post-ceremony. I am not pictured here in case you don't remember what I look like.

Gizmo enjoying his pina colada on the beach. Though it IS swimsuit season, this refreshment was mandatory.

Here I am, with the beautiful bride and my beautiful date. :)

And, we're off to Florida (same area, different date) again this weekend. Bobby has never had the pleasure of sitting next to me in an airplane (yes, I'm a talker). Look out, son! I am going to annoy you for a good 2.5 hours. :) Until next time, ciao!

Why I Fell in Love with Evolutionary Psychology

One day, back in the fall 2008 semester, I was a scared doctoral student needing funding and a sense of belongingness. An opportunity came through to the Ed Psych department recruiting a few last minute Teaching Assistants for the Psychology department, and for whatever reason, I was one of their choices. I was assigned the Psychology of Sex with Dr. Devendra Singh. I anticipated two things immediately: 1) I would have a terrible time managing my maturity during this course and 2) I was going to have to learn the content faster than undergrads who were very likely more intelligent, more motivated, and more familiar with the subject matter than I. Double eek!

I met Dr. Singh a few days before our class was to begin. He basically told me to consult past TAs, since they had all of the information. Apparently, TAing for Dr. Singh was an institution, of sorts. There was an entire file on Webspace dedicated to old tests and handouts we would both use and criticize. The answers to the test questions were often incorrect, so I would have to take the test myself (a 50 question multiple choice test with 2 short answer questions) and then match my responses to the test bank. It was a hot mess for many reasons (most of them surrounding my unfamiliarity with the content), and I'll leave it at that.

What wasn't a hot mess was everything else. Dr. Singh's health had been on the decline for some time, and in between classes, his loving wife or daughter would assist with his dialysis in his office. I have a difficult time lecturing with a runny nose, so I can only imagine the strength and passion this man possessed to wake up every morning and teach two college classes twice a week. My dad would recount lectures from his days at Yale from a certain architecture professor whose courses he took simply because the material became enchanted when delivered from this professor. After attending a few days of Dr. Singh's course, this is how I felt.

It certainly helped that he wrote half of the articles we read and was featured in the majority of the TLC video specials we watched on X topic. Dr. Singh was a pioneer in evolutionary psychology and I feel so incredibly blessed to have worked with him so closely. His philosophy on life is riveting, and one of my fondest memories of our time together occurred during a lazy summer afternoon. I had been singing Homeslice Pizza's praise all spring semester and kept promising him that we would dine on this magical concoction one day. I quizzed him on his favorite pizza toppings and set out to pick us up some of Austin's finest.

When I arrived at his house, Dr. Singh's lovely wife made me some delicious tea and we began to feast. In the way that sagacious men do, Dr. Singh began pontificating on his worldview. Here are a few of the gems he bestowed upon me that afternoon:

Approach life with curiosity, not fear. Which of those is driving your life? Your decisions will be contingent upon this approach.

Engage in realistic optimism. Mindfully, be more forgiving about the past and more optimistic about the future. Allow this optimism to serve you in a way that allows space to hope for the best outcomes and cushion yourself gently when things do not work out.

Dwell on the positive. (I love this one). We are so prone to replay the pieces of our life with which we are dissatisfied. Recall 4-5 episodes for which you are grateful and savor them.

It's not fear of the unknown; it's fear of the known that stops us from achieving our goals, wishes, and dreams. We know what hurt feels like, but sometimes that familiarity is comfortable to us and we would rather stay in that place, no matter how uncomfortable. What if we achieve love, joy, satisfaction, fulfillment? What then? What's left to wish for?

Dr. Dev Singh, you are so incredibly loved, respected, admired, and revered by so many. You will live on in our memories and hearts. Rest in peace.

Check out Dr. Singh's faculty bio here: http://www.psy.utexas.edu/psy/faculty/singh/singh.html

Dr. Singh's beautiful obituary: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/statesman/obituary.aspx?n=devendra-singh&pid=142979474

An Ode to Vicodin

Ouch, just plain ouch! For those of you who don't know, I am on Day One of surgery recovery. I have a really fun girl condition called endometriosis, which basically means that once/month it feels like someone takes a small dagger and stabs my insides repeatedly for 15 second intervals. Let's just say that I have that lamaze thing down pat!

I was rather nervous the day of surgery since the only other experience I've had with being sliced open was a recent wisdom teeth removal. I had a few friends who shared their experiences with me for the laparoscopy (lap) and hysteroscopy (hyst), and most of them recounted much easier recovery and surgical experiences than those of my friends who disclosed their wisdom teeth horrors. Though the pre-op procedures for the lap/hyst were MUCH scarier (think hospital setting, hospital gown, disposable pants, footies, and hair net) and kind of weird (I had the iv in and they wheeled me into the OR. I had to walk from one bed to the operating table and sit on it!)-very strange!! Bobby said I looked like a blue cafeteria lady. In retrospect, I should have posed in my Smurf-like sartorial splendor.

Kind of like him:

Bobby graciously took the day off of work to be my chauffeur and nurse. I have neglected to mention that Bobby also fasted with me in solidarity and also took some rather icky medicine which makes you...well, you know...he did that, too! His loyalty knows no bounds!

Right before the surgery, I was starting to freak out. Bobby brought the laptop over (yes, Matilda was there too!) and presented the website http://kittenwar.com/ and we voted on the cutest kittens! He also read me highlights from http://www.fmylife.com/ . Before long, I was definitely giggling.

I clearly don't remember much after that. I woke up in the recovery room and had a tough time staying awake. Here's where the fun begins! I felt like I was pregnant and floating on a cloud. Part of the surgery requires that your insides be filled with gas so the doctors can better access your organs. Specifically, they filled up my uterus so I looked like I was in my second trimester. I still kind of do. :)

The anesthesia and percocet combination left me incredibly itchy. I sort of felt like a crack addict. Listen up, crackheads-I found a cure for us! Go to Bath and Bodyworks and invest in some Rosemary Mint lotion. It is so soothing. I can't help with the addicted to crack part, but at least you won't itch anymore!!

I have two small incisions on my tummy (one on my bellybutton and one below it), but because I pierced my bellybutton in high school, I don't even think the bellybutton scar will be visible underneath the little hole I already have in my tummy! That was so smart on my part! I knew it would pay off! :) The heating pad has become my best friend, and because cats love warmth, it has also become my cat's best friend. Tabitha is having a hard time understanding why I won't let her lay on my tummy right now. In defiance, she is taking the liberty of sampling any unguarded beverages/plants in my house. Although the title of this blog entry is "An Ode to Vicodin" I actually quite disappointed with my pain meds. I wish they sent me home with an iv of anesthesia instead! I digress...

It's no secret that I have wonderful people in my life. I took a pic of my loot, so far. If you plan on getting sick or having surgery, i highly recommend befriending some of my friends. :)

And one of our favorite visitors, Sky's boyfriend. They even got matching haircuts!!

Today, I have decided...

I am going to make my own rules in veterinary medicine. I spoke with Dr. Jones again today (Sky's oncologist) and reported that I would be foregoing the treatment. She was really wonderful (read: nonjudgemental) and supported my decision. I informed her that I wanted to make Sky as happy and comfortable as possible, and she recommended one more drug. Yes, I a purchasing it tomorrow. The other conversation we had surrounded my own veterinary hypotheses. You see, I have decided that, because Sky is so well loved and cared for, she will be more willing to fight. I think western medicine (and veterinary care) misses a certain metaphysical element upon which I am relying for Skylar's wellness. I have decided that, in addition to steroids, a pain narcotic, and Pepcid AC (yes, you read that correctly), I am administering love. Well, WE are. Everyone who knows Sky is administering it too. And what's amazing is I didn't even have to ask...

And, looking at the behavioral outcomes of my treatment...for a dog who was once running into everything and couldn't sturdy herself without a vestibular landmark (Like that term? I made it up! Hmph!), she is trotting around confidently, as happy as a healthy Skylar once was, without a care in the world! In fact, she has activated her "You know I am sick so I will be a little brat" behavioral repertoire and has forced Bobby and/or myself out of bed multiple times a night for trips outside, water refills, treats, or attention. I think one of the other canine patients at the oncology center covertly signaled for her to milk her condition for all it's worth.

And, dear readers, you know what? As long as that tail is wagging and that pup is emitting joyful (and commanding) barks, I am happy to oblige.

Owner hands dog yet another Beggin' Bacon Strip. (end scene)

PB&J Copycat and Other Such Oddities

For those who know me well, one of my favorite past times is laughing at myself. Let's face it, not only am I fairly eccentric...I am also expressive and will readily tell you about my silly thoughts and dreams, and recite ridiculous poems and songs about nothing and everything. I imagine that I am not the only oddball and that other people are better able to conceal it. I suppose I could, but I don't care to. So there! :)

I noticed the other day that I had to have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Immediately. It wasn't for any other reason than watching a character on tv enjoying one. I snickered as I recalled one of my most cherished childhood memories: I am in elementary school and I'm not feeling well. I decide to watch The Neverending Story for the 70th time and promptly make myself a PB&J in preparation to consume it along with the protagonist. He eats a bite, I eat a bite. Artax!

I decided to make a list of some of my other laughable traits in hopes that you'll share yours, too!

1. PB&J copycat story (see above)

2. I will staple a packet of papers and immediately touch the fastened staple. Every time.

3. I greet my plants, save insects when possible, and believe that everything has feelings. Including stuffed animals.

4. If I open a pack of gum, I will consume the entire 15-30 pieces in less than an hour.

5. At rest, my posture resembles a dismounted Olympic gymnast and there's nothing I can do about it

6. If I am around any foreign accent or listen to the same person laughing for a short period of

time, I will begin to mimic both of them without realizing it.

7. If I see kettle corn, I must have it. All of it. Now.

8. I am never without a drink. Water and diet coke are my favorites and I blame soccer for making me believe I am constantly dehydrated.

9. When I hear a song I like, I will listen to it until I can't listen anymore.

10. I have to eat cheese once per day. In any capacity.

11. I am addicted to my laptop

12. I love to be in costume. I wish it was Halloween every day of the year and I am constantly contemplating my next sartorial adventure!

I once laughed at my Dad for writing about his socks. It looks like the apple doesn't fall far from the nerd. Eek!

Elton Sparkles and Cartwheels Through His Austin Concert

Katie, a recent blog feature (pictured a few blogs ago with her pup, Gomez), accompanied me to the Elton John concert this past weekend. I impulsively purchased these tickets because...well, it's ELTON JOHN. He is a legend and I couldn't risk losing another cultural/historical experience (a la Michael Jackson) where I promised myself I'd see him one day. Friends, Saturday was the day. Saturday, we saw the ROCKET MAN.

First, let me preface this blog by stating that (before this concert), I probably couldn't have named 5 Elton songs off the top of my head. In fact, I was keeping count of songs I had heard before. I think he sang about 10 I knew. Never mind, I am getting ahead of myself. It all started when we climbed to our seats.

Yes, climbed. These tickets sold out in 10 minutes, so I just wanted 2 seats together. I am horrible at interpreting seating charts, so I just gave up when purchasing these. In retrospect, I am glad that I ignored that resource. It was so much better to experience it firsthand. When Katie showed her ticket to the usher, she was told to hit the wall and turn right. I have never felt fearful of the location of my seats at any show before, until now. Katie and I were up against the wall, sitting in the last possible seats in the Frank Erwin Center. At first, we were slightly bummed until we realized that we could DANCE THE ENTIRE TIME AND NO ONE COULD SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT. And dance we did. Katie taught me ballet moves from her classes at age 5. I was doing some terrible version of a shimmy that didn't really work with the music. It was epic.

Some favorite concert moments:

• Freddy's text message: "Can you feel the love tonight like a candle in the wind now that you're in the world? That's all I know."
• Elton's piano cartwheel
• Elton's bedazzled tuxedo jacket with tails to his feet
• Elton's diverse fans and their attire (think feather boas, sequins, and glitter)
• Katie and I wondering where we should sit if our tickets say "stage right of Elton" in the place of a row and seat
• Backup dancing, singing, screaming, song requesting, song familiarity statistical updates
• Katie and I performing tandem sunbursts to "Your Song"
• Attempting to befriend our neighbors and the subsequent friendship rejection

**Will add photos tonight, when I can better feel the love

Bluebonnets and my Bear

The roller coaster continues. We met with the veterinary oncologist, Dr. Jones, who had the final say in this nightmare. Essentially, Skylar will need 16 weeks of radiation treatment, costing a whopping $7,000. Since that is approximately 1/3 of my salary, I am going to have to decline the radiation treatment. It didn't sound like it would "cure" her; simply delay the tumor's growth and give her another year. Without treatment, Sky has about 2-4 months before she shows signs of neuropathy. Dr. Jones was unable to say how long after that she might live. In light of this pretty terrible news, I've decided to make every moment with Skylar count. Today, my good friend (and talented photographer), Janne, took us out to a gorgeous field of bluebonnets and we frolicked in the Spring sun. Take a peek:

And finally, a spot of good news

After a really upsetting trip to Town Lake with our good friends Katie and Gomez (which including much wobbling and falling--and one very scary trip into the lake), I am actually THRILLED to report that the steroids seem to be a magic pill of sorts. At the lake, Skylar relied heavily on her "boyfriend" Gomez for stability and support (and he was gracious and sweet enough to allow it); this behavior is also replicated at home where Sky uses walls, people, and furniture to steady herself. I won't sat that she is operating at 100%, but there is a marked improvement. She can hold herself up during potty breaks (this is new), and she is mostly walking on her own in a semi-straight path to wherever she's headed. I can't tell you about happy I am with this new Skylar. I know her critical health issue remains, but she seems so much more content and confident in her steps. THREE CHEERS FOR STEROIDS and good friends!!

Sweet Katie and Gomez pictured below

Sometimes, Everybody Cries

Thank you, dear blog followers, for joining us on this journey. Your love and support have already made all the difference, and I sincerely mean that with all of my heart. Here's the latest about my sweet angel:

After a trip to San Antonio to the veterinary radiologist, we've confirmed that Skylar does have a glial brain tumor, located on her cerebellum. The tumor sits atop her spine, is about the size of her eyeball, and the location makes it impossible to biopsy. The veterinary neurologist prescribed anti-inflammatory steroids so that many of the symptoms she's been experiencing should dissipate some. He also discussed radiation treatment in hopes of shrinking the tumor. At this time, dogs of her size with this type of tumor located in this space are projected to live up to one year with radiation treatment, but some have only lived a few months.

My decision regarding her treatment plan will be based on the most humane care for my pup. As much as I would like to have her around to live her full, previously expected 15 years, I am not able to sacrifice the rest of her time to serve my needs (especially at the cost of her quality of life). I need to now speak to the veterinary oncologist to determine if the radiation's costs will outweigh it's benefits. So far, I am vowing to take her on one walk/run per day and one visit to the dog park each weekend.

This has been pretty close to the hardest day I have experienced in a long time and probably forever. For those of you who know me, this dog is my life. She has been with me through difficult and joyful times. We have lived all over Austin together, and we've trekked through multiple parks, beaches, lakes, states, and trails. I am not ready to think about the day that may be quickly approaching, so please keep this wonder of nature in your thoughts. If you want to help, outside of any financial support you might offer, please take extra care in loving your pets, ensuring that you have the very best relationship with them. Pet them for 15 extra minutes, get second and third opinions on important veterinary issues, splurge for that fancier treat, bone, or food if it's most preferred. I know that I gave this dog everything I had emotionally, but I could have honored her not so subtle suggestions when lacing up my running shoes, barking at me all the while to lead me to the her leash.

Kisses and licks,

Jaimie and Skylar

MRI Scheduled

Okay, so it's official: Skylar's MRI is scheduled for Thursday, March 25th at 9 am in San Antonio. My great friends Gabe Hernandez and Danielle Halstead are joining me (thank God), and we'll be there all day. Sky will first get a chest x-ray to ensure the anesthesia will not harm her in any way and then they'll scan her brain. We'll discuss their findings at the end of the day. We've raised about $1190, which is so incredible! You, my generous and caring friends, made this possible. From forwarding my blog to friends and family to sending us your thoughts and prayers, you all lifted our spirits. Thanks from the bottom of our hearts and wagging tails.

I'm not sure what we'll need to do in term of treatment, so if anyone has more ideas of ways to fundraise, please send them my way. As always, if you wish to donate, please visit the previous blog entry.

Hugs and licks,

Jaimie and Skylar

Please help my dog!

Hello Dear Readers,

As some of you may know, my beloved pup, Skylar, is experiencing some fairly severe health issues right now. It started with some instability issues and now she has a difficult time steadying herself without the aide of a wall or person. In addition, she has been yelping several times per day, as if someone continuously steps on her tail. Her back legs are beginning to shake and this once energetic and vivacious pup has taken to curling up in dark corners. Naturally, it is breaking my heart.

She was diagnosed with Geriatric Vestibular Syndrome about a year ago, but it became clear several months later that her symptoms outgrew her diagnosis. After several visits to different local vets, I met last week with Dr. Levine (a veterinary neurologist from Texas A & M) who suggested that an MRI is the only viable next step if we want to find out the cause of Skylar's illness.

Although I am typically not one to ask for help, I feel I have no other options. I don't want to see my dog suffer, especially if there is something we can do about it. I know this economy is tight right now, and several of my friends have had great ideas! Unfortunately, my community won't allow individual garage sales so I have to wait until the next approved date. A kissing booth is hilarious, so if someone wants to VOLUNTEER to be the kisser, I am happy to mix some lemonade and bake cupcakes to make an event out of it. I have rationalized asking for help because (after I graduate and have any money at all) I will buy your child's bake sale items, Girl Scout cookies, holiday fundraiser wall paper, pre-packaged cookie dough, support you on various fundraising athletic events, etc. :)

I have set up a Paypal account if you are able to contribute to Skylar's fund. A few of my incredibly generous friends suggested I set up this account, and I appreciate the idea. Anything helps and we both thank you from the bottom of our hearts and wagging tails.

Love,

Jaimie, Skylar, Bobby, and Tabitha

Fundraising goal: $2,000 Current amount fundraised: $866