Patterns, this year, last year, and the year before

So today my Mom had her annual pre-Disneyworld health scare (note that she had a similar one this time last year) which began the day in a rush to the doctor's, me losing another ten years off my life in worry, and then having the doctor tell her that it's normal and probably nothing to worry about.

Then I went to get Haku. When I took him home and fed him, he growled at Sano as he went by the food dish. This food-protection is a bad thing and I try to catch it early, right? So I went to take his food away and make him sit for it, but when I put my hand in the crate to get his food, the little bastard snapped at me. So now i have to ignore him for the rest of the day. Also, I have to find a good trainer. I know that food protection is actually normal for dogs and that he was starving, having had nothing to eat since long before his surgery, but there is never any excuse for dogs snapping at their people, and it is never the right thing for them to do.

I've got to give Kung Fu a miss tonight (god! how I hate doing that!) because it's Meghan's school music festival, and she's playing drums, singing, and MCing the show. Last week was Spencer's, but we didn't find out until that day. Spencer also has a small part in a local play (the director just saw him and snatched him up,) and he drove himself to rehearsals this week, because he now has his license. This, to me, is the horror of horrors. I don't think kids should drive until they're at least 18. 18 to vote, 21 to drink, but 16 to operate a potentially deadly machine? This is crazy. He is actually 17, but I do wish he'd waited until next year. There's a big difference between 17 and 18 in maturity and decision-making. At least there was for me.

Spencer. Seventeen. Once in a while this acually clicks.

This time last year I had gotten my new cell phone and was having all sorts of fun with it. I was all worried about boarding Pendragon again. This year I'm worried about leaving him at home, on teh days that Casse will be at work and not here to watch him. I'm jut going to worry one way or another, aren't I?

This time last year I had only just discovered "House" and was well addicted to it, as wella s American Idol. I was listening to "White Bird - Cosmic Gate Remix" almost constantly, along with the "Kung Fu Fighting" remix by Bus Stop, "2HB" from the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack, was crushing badly on Jonathan Rhys Meyers, worrying about Pendragon having eaten a bandaid, was still waiting for Advent Children, had a totally random crush on Dan, had no idea about anyone named Tristan, was still training with Lao Shir and had not yet even met Sifu Gus, had never done a jump crescent or butterfly kick, thought that orange belt was over a year away and blackbelt club was two years away at least, I thought there was a chance I'd never see Jeremy again, ws about halfway through book one of my stupid stories, and Haku wasn't even an option at the time, although I was jonzing for a lovely Saluki puppy. I was starting to let go of the idea of holding out for a husband, but I knew I still wanted kids.

And the year before that I was all about Peter Pan. Disneyworld was in late January instead of mid-february and we had just come back. I went with Stacey, and the kids and Uncle Don and Betsy didn't go that time. I hadn't even begun writing my story yet, though it was there in my mind. I don't think I had any birds wintering. If so, then probably just one. There was no sunroom and Pendragon's cage took up half my kitchen. The idea of me holding any kind of belt or sash in any kind of martial arts seemed ludicrous, and there were no thoughts of Chinatown or cute guys getting surly over confetti-stained boots. Spencer and Meghan were farther away from adulthood than they are now. I was still holding out for a husband.

Anyway, that's enough of that kind of pointless stuff. I should go and give Pendragon some water, then feed the dogs and get my cameras ready for Meghan's show tonight.

Le sigh. Life is delicious!

Patterns, this year, last year, and the year before

So today my Mom had her annual pre-Disneyworld health scare (note that she had a similar one this time last year) which began the day in a rush to the doctor's, me losing another ten years off my life in worry, and then having the doctor tell her that it's normal and probably nothing to worry about.

Then I went to get Haku. When I took him home and fed him, he growled at Sano as he went by the food dish. This food-protection is a bad thing and I try to catch it early, right? So I went to take his food away and make him sit for it, but when I put my hand in the crate to get his food, the little bastard snapped at me. So now i have to ignore him for the rest of the day. Also, I have to find a good trainer. I know that food protection is actually normal for dogs and that he was starving, having had nothing to eat since long before his surgery, but there is never any excuse for dogs snapping at their people, and it is never the right thing for them to do.

I've got to give Kung Fu a miss tonight (god! how I hate doing that!) because it's Meghan's school music festival, and she's playing drums, singing, and MCing the show. Last week was Spencer's, but we didn't find out until that day. Spencer also has a small part in a local play (the director just saw him and snatched him up,) and he drove himself to rehearsals this week, because he now has his license. This, to me, is the horror of horrors. I don't think kids should drive until they're at least 18. 18 to vote, 21 to drink, but 16 to operate a potentially deadly machine? This is crazy. He is actually 17, but I do wish he'd waited until next year. There's a big difference between 17 and 18 in maturity and decision-making. At least there was for me.

Spencer. Seventeen. Once in a while this acually clicks.

This time last year I had gotten my new cell phone and was having all sorts of fun with it. I was all worried about boarding Pendragon again. This year I'm worried about leaving him at home, on teh days that Casse will be at work and not here to watch him. I'm jut going to worry one way or another, aren't I?

This time last year I had only just discovered "House" and was well addicted to it, as wella s American Idol. I was listening to "White Bird - Cosmic Gate Remix" almost constantly, along with the "Kung Fu Fighting" remix by Bus Stop, "2HB" from the Velvet Goldmine soundtrack, was crushing badly on Jonathan Rhys Meyers, worrying about Pendragon having eaten a bandaid, was still waiting for Advent Children, had a totally random crush on Dan, had no idea about anyone named Tristan, was still training with Lao Shir and had not yet even met Sifu Gus, had never done a jump crescent or butterfly kick, thought that orange belt was over a year away and blackbelt club was two years away at least, I thought there was a chance I'd never see Jeremy again, ws about halfway through book one of my stupid stories, and Haku wasn't even an option at the time, although I was jonzing for a lovely Saluki puppy. I was starting to let go of the idea of holding out for a husband, but I knew I still wanted kids.

And the year before that I was all about Peter Pan. Disneyworld was in late January instead of mid-february and we had just come back. I went with Stacey, and the kids and Uncle Don and Betsy didn't go that time. I hadn't even begun writing my story yet, though it was there in my mind. I don't think I had any birds wintering. If so, then probably just one. There was no sunroom and Pendragon's cage took up half my kitchen. The idea of me holding any kind of belt or sash in any kind of martial arts seemed ludicrous, and there were no thoughts of Chinatown or cute guys getting surly over confetti-stained boots. Spencer and Meghan were farther away from adulthood than they are now. I was still holding out for a husband.

Anyway, that's enough of that kind of pointless stuff. I should go and give Pendragon some water, then feed the dogs and get my cameras ready for Meghan's show tonight.

Le sigh. Life is delicious!