Two nights ago I started reading the book Rescuing Sprite about a family's experience with their dogs. I'm sure the dog will die and it will be sad, just like Marley & Me. What's interesting so far is that it takes place in my neighborhood! I know the pet store they got the dog at because I often walk by same window they did and look at the puppies. All this got me thinking about the dog I had as a kid. Rebel Van Tanglefoot was his name. He came from a line of show dogs, but genetics went wrong with him and his colors were all wrong so he was not show worthy. My mom really didn't want a dog, but this was her friend's dog and it turned out someone in their family was allergic so Rebel came to live with us when he was nine months old. I was only 5 at the time and was frightened of dogs. I was even scared to wear my Morris the cat shirt around him. My dad taught me to hold out my hand and let Rebel smell it before petting him. I quickly lost my fear of him and he was a great family dog...once he got past the chewing phase. He seemed to think anything left out was fair game for him to chew. Shoes were his favorite. Rebel made everyone feel special. To me, he was my protector since I was the smallest in the house. He would be really friendly to anyone who came to the door, unless I was home alone and then he'd bark his really mean bark (I wasn't allowed to open the door when I was home alone). One night when my parents were out and my two brothers and I were playing hide and seek in the house in the dark I got tagged and screamed...and when the lights were turned on, Rebel's jaw was around my brother's arm, even though he adored my brother. He wasn't hurt though. Rebel also had a way of knowing when I was upset. I had a hard time socially in high school for a while and when I was sad, Rebel would just sit next to me and be there for me like he understood. Rebel was great fun to play with. We had a back yard big enough to throw the ball for him and he loved to chase it and bring it back. Sometimes we'd pretend the throw it one direction and really throw it the other way and he'd get so confused. He also had the ability to hold two balls in his mouth at once. Rebel eventually became old and sick and a night I will never forget is the night he died. He was in my room and I knew something was wrong. He didn't sleep and just had a blank stare on his face. I eventually went to my parents' room and my mom told my dad to get the dog out of my room so he carried Rebel downstairs. A little while later I heard my dad say, "Oh no..." and I knew it was over.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Rebel Van Tanglefoot
Two nights ago I started reading the book Rescuing Sprite about a family's experience with their dogs. I'm sure the dog will die and it will be sad, just like Marley & Me. What's interesting so far is that it takes place in my neighborhood! I know the pet store they got the dog at because I often walk by same window they did and look at the puppies. All this got me thinking about the dog I had as a kid. Rebel Van Tanglefoot was his name. He came from a line of show dogs, but genetics went wrong with him and his colors were all wrong so he was not show worthy. My mom really didn't want a dog, but this was her friend's dog and it turned out someone in their family was allergic so Rebel came to live with us when he was nine months old. I was only 5 at the time and was frightened of dogs. I was even scared to wear my Morris the cat shirt around him. My dad taught me to hold out my hand and let Rebel smell it before petting him. I quickly lost my fear of him and he was a great family dog...once he got past the chewing phase. He seemed to think anything left out was fair game for him to chew. Shoes were his favorite. Rebel made everyone feel special. To me, he was my protector since I was the smallest in the house. He would be really friendly to anyone who came to the door, unless I was home alone and then he'd bark his really mean bark (I wasn't allowed to open the door when I was home alone). One night when my parents were out and my two brothers and I were playing hide and seek in the house in the dark I got tagged and screamed...and when the lights were turned on, Rebel's jaw was around my brother's arm, even though he adored my brother. He wasn't hurt though. Rebel also had a way of knowing when I was upset. I had a hard time socially in high school for a while and when I was sad, Rebel would just sit next to me and be there for me like he understood. Rebel was great fun to play with. We had a back yard big enough to throw the ball for him and he loved to chase it and bring it back. Sometimes we'd pretend the throw it one direction and really throw it the other way and he'd get so confused. He also had the ability to hold two balls in his mouth at once. Rebel eventually became old and sick and a night I will never forget is the night he died. He was in my room and I knew something was wrong. He didn't sleep and just had a blank stare on his face. I eventually went to my parents' room and my mom told my dad to get the dog out of my room so he carried Rebel downstairs. A little while later I heard my dad say, "Oh no..." and I knew it was over.
Coco's Litter
My brother's dog, Coco, gave birth to five puppies on September 15th. Three boys and two girls. Unfortunately, the puppies all died about five days later. Rest in peace little puppies. Coco was a good mom and kept looking for them after they were gone. I wish I could give her a big hug. The only pictures I have of the puppies are on this web site.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
I'm Back!
One Size DOES NOT Fit All is officially back in business! If I had a theme song, it would be playing in the background right now. As I type this I have "Back in Black" by AC/DC in my head (I know...it doesn't really make sense for my situation...).
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Time Out
I'm taking a break from writing this blog for a couple reasons. First, I was hoping to get more of a following. I appreciate the handful of readers I have, but there really aren't many of you. Second, I'm not very open lately about things because I don't want to put all my feelings out there for the world to read. You never know when it might come back. So stay tuned...maybe I will get re-inspired. In the mean time, I think all of my regular readers are my Facebook friends, so you can find me there.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
11 Years
Eleven years ago today I met my husband at a Dodgers/Giants game tailgate party at Candlestick Park where we were both rooting for the Dodgers. We met in the parking lot, sat next to each other at the game and had our first date two weeks later. I had gone on a trip to NY and Philadelphia right after we met so it delayed our first date. He was all I could think about while I was gone. The day I got back from the trip an enormous bouquet of flowers was delivered to me at work. Giant..like hotel lobby giant. My office was a converted conference room (the former board room) at the time so people kept coming by wondering who I was since I was young, had this huge office and a giant flower arrangement. After our first date I knew he was the one.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
When Did DC Get Trendy?
It must be Obama. Since I've lived here I have never thought of DC as a trendy place. Casting is going on for the Real Housewives of DC and the Real World is filming in DC right now.
No Summer Vacation Here
The busy season has officially begun at work. When you decide to work in corporate finance there are certain times of the year you know will be busy and you accept it. It's budget season now, let the games begin.
Friday, June 26, 2009
A Sign of the Recession
Is J.Crew having hard times? Couldn't they have photoshopped the hair on this swim suit model's hairy man arms??? The arms just don't match the rest of the body.
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