Small bits and pieces

The state of my mind is as such that if I tried to write a cohesive blog post with beginning, middle and end, it would sound pretty bad and forced, so I'm settling for a few brief sentences about life in general before I begin a total blog revolution (well, personal blog revolution, that is, wherein I write a lot, hell yes, that's a revolution). And speaking of revolutions... Who watched the sneak preview of "Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution"? And who thought it was totally, totally awesome? I cannot possibly dredge up the negative energy it would take to say that it is "unrealistic" or won't work because our country is too set in its ways. How depressing. Go Jamie, go!

You wanna know what else? Cara McDonough's Clutter Revolution. In this house. Yeah, for real. You'll see.

I spent the past few days in Maine with Nora and my parents. She ran around outside in the chilly air with rosy cheeks picking up stray pine cones and rocks in the driveway, exploring and breathing in the fresh Maine air. Also at one point during a quiet dinner out (all the dinners out are quiet in Boothbay pre-summer because no one in their right mind goes up there) she started yelling "Poopy! Poopy!" and then she did one. I understand why people get annoyed with children but also, come on, they're hilarious.

I am way waaaaayyyyyyy into "L.A. Candy," despite, admittedly, at first criticizing LC for the dialouge. In fact, I'm a little tempted to read it right now...

Oh, and a happy St. Patrick's Day to you, too, by the way (OR: More complaining about the veterinarian)

I had to take Mina to the vet this morning to get something checked out and decided that I should finally act on a decision I'd made some time ago, which is that we should switch veterinarians because a) the one we go to isn't that close to our house and b) the one we go causes me unnecessary guilt, like the time Cecilia had low blood sugar (what in the name of God were they doing checking her blood sugar, anyway?) and the doctor was all, "Did someone forget to feed you guys breakfast this morning?" and I looked at her, and then looked down at the baby strapped to my chest, and then looked at the two dogs I rescued from the streets and from certain euthanasia, and I was like, "You know what? I did." So I called the new vet I'd picked (which, by the way, is affiliated with our old vet, thus slightly deflating my victoriousness), made an appointment, and then called the old vet to have them fax over the dogs' immunization records. And what I told the woman who answered the phone was - a lie, admittedly - that, "we love you guys but this other vet is just so much closer to our house."

And do you know what the woman said to me? She said, "Well, you obviously don't love us enough." Like, not in a cute or affectionate or joking tone, but in a real, honest-to-God, mean way. Can you believe that? The good news is that the new vet is awesome and Mina didn't even try to bite anyone and in the examination room there was a picture of a dog ("goggy!") with glasses on that Nora couldn't get enough of. Clearly I made the right decision.