Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Geburtstag

Fancy title, eh? I wrote something about everyone's birthday in the month of April. There's one more today. Her name is Phoebe. She's our German Shepherd and she's 4 today.

We got Phoebe in November of 2005. We had just moved into our house the previous October. And 2 weeks later, we were broke into. At the time, we only had Peanut-our Dachshund. I've always liked big dogs and especially German Shepherds. So I searched Petfinder religiously for a month and finally found her. Except...it really wasn't her. The picture I found and the puppy I got were totally different. But I'm glad she's the one we got.

She's the epitome of a perfect dog. She's obedient (for the most part), lovable all the time, and will attack at the drop of a hat if she thinks we're in danger.

So here's to Phoebe. The best "German Shepherd" ever.

Another.

I had another anniversary the other day. Yet...procrastinated in writing about it until now. Some things never change.

On August 1st of last year, I had my first chemo. I'm not sure what to write about that I haven't already said. Hence the procrastination. All that can be written of now are feelings. One feeling from that day: I was terrified. Thank goodness for Ativan.

In my last post, I mentioned going out with my brother that night. Well...he flaked out because he was "sick". Whatever. ;) He did, however, make it up to me with an even better idea. A group of us went to Jamaica Gates. The group included Jilly, her husband Brad, and my other two "brothers", Todd and Oscar. We drank Red Stripe, ate jerk chicken nachos (and other
stuff...Oscar), and listened to great live reggae. We had a blast. And even got some ideas for costumes for Halloween.

Back in February, I wrote about starting yoga. I posted a picture of a lady doing yoga specifically to show a pose. And I got a lot of grief over it all because I said it wasn't my mom. So...

There. There's my mom on the beach in Jamaica. Happy now? Good. :)

Thanks for reading.