Re: Anon

I know I've said it before, but it still rings true: I love stupid people. I know I am intelligent (I've made plenty of stupid mistakes but who hasn't...) but it's nice to get confirmation from the occasional dimwit. I think it is so low class when someone has to write a nasty comment regarding a blog, and then not even have the balls to post their name. Not only have they labeled themselves an idiot, but a freakin' ass pansy as well! I love it! lol So, naturally, all stupid people receive some recognition so the rest of the world can feel superior to them and here is my anonymous idiot's post.

"You think anyone gives one fuck about your pedigrees and stupid dogs? After reading your blog, I think I've never met anyone so fuckin full of themself. Unbelievable... get a life"

Ah my darling friend, you are such an idiot. I know not everyone knows a lot about dogs, hell I didn't until my mom got in to showing and breeding. So yeah, I know more than the common person who isn't involved in these things. If he (or she) had half a brain, he could look up Rosewood kennel and discover that my mom has some of the best lines in the entire US. Jonny, is an international champion. For the dimwit, this means he had to become a champion in three different countries. I'll challenge him to look up what it takes to become a champion...it isn't easy. So, add to that several other champions, both American and German, some of the most coveted lines in America and Europe, and the fact that she's still considered "the new kid on the block" (shes only been doing it for like 5 or 6 years total), yeah I like to brag. Obviously numnuts here doesn't have anything brag-worthy and so he needs to attack other people to make himself feel better. What an idiot. Also, I will remind him that no one forced him to read my blog. If he didn't like it, he didn't have to read it. But obviously he doesn't have the brain power to realize he could scroll down and find plenty of other posts that have nothing to do with dogs. They are just a big part of my life and hence I write about them. But I understand...he can't use those two brain cells to read and scroll down at the same time...takes a lot of effort you know. Also he needs to look up the definition of "met". He would have to actually seen me in person, sat down with me, and had a conversation. That is meeting someone, he has just read what I've written. I doubt he even owns a dictionary to look up the definition of "to meet". Poor thing, he gets more stupid by the minute. So I will just reiterate: if you don't like it, don't read it! No one forces you to read my stuff, so use those two brain cells and click on the little x that closes the window. Of course he couldn't read and scroll down at the same time so I can't really expect him to use the mouse and actually find that little x that closes the window...too much effort for him. My apologies there, perhaps you could find someone that could close the window for you? I'm sure he couldn't possibly live alone or he'd do something stupid and hurt himself...kind of like a toddler. So in the future, if you are going to write a stupid remark, at least have the balls to leave your name, then I can truly appreciate the full extent of your idiocy...at least I'd know you remember your own name.

And just for your own reading pleasure (since I know you love my dogs as much as I do), we now have a new puppy. His name is Eragon, adorable as he can be and gets along great with the other dogs. He too will be used for showing and breeding when he's old enough. You do know what breeding is right? If not, have your caretaker go buy you a dictionary so you can look up all these massive words I seem to be using. Take care! (and don't hurt yourself)

The Boys

Ok, so now that I haven't written in God knows how long, I figured I should update the pics of the two puppies below. The top one is Rosewood German Dynasty, we call him Conner. The bottom one is Rosewood German Immigrant, we call him Grant. We decided this was going to be the German litter because the parents both came directly out of Germany and we thought we'd give credit where credit is due. (Rosewood is my Mom's kennel name) Grant has since gone to a new home and was renamed Gabe. Conner will be going to a new home hopefully within a couple weeks. I think she wants to rename him as well but hasn't really decided on a name. We shall see, maybe she'll see him and decide Conner really does fit him and leave it at that. Both are fantastic boys, very sweet. We have also had another Lowchen litter, a boy and a girl. I will have to post pictures of them in my next blog. So there you go, an update on the gorgeous boys. :)

Newborns

Well Thursday night my bitch, Liesl, gave birth to those two tiny boys you see on the left. The birthing was so fast I couldn't believe it. When Josie (our Affenpinscher) gave birth to her last litter, she had the first pup after maybe 40 minutes and the next one didn't come till several hours later. Liesl (a Lowchen) gave birth to both of those boys in about 15 minutes. Our friend was supposed to come over and watch because she is interested im eventually breeding her little girl, so mom was telling her that she would call when it seemed Liesl was getting close. Then, I heard her from the bedroom, "Well Mailisa, you might want to come now, I think she's ready." So I hear that, go back in the bedroom, and sure enough Liesl is pushing. This is her first litter, it's always hard the first time, and that poor little girl screamed as the baby was coming. She pushed him right out though, mom cut the cord and the sack while Liesl ate the placenta. (That grosses me out every time, I have to leave the room.) So then I came back in while mom was weighing the baby and I looked at Liesl only to see that the next baby was crowning. I was like, um mom...the next one is coming. I had called Malisa after the birth of the first one and she said she was on her way and to tell Liesl to hold off on the other one till she got there. Obviously that didn't happen. While I rubbed the first baby and got him dried off, mom helped Liesl birth the second one. So, I called Malisa again and said, well never mind, they're both here. lol She arrived 20 minutes or so later and went in to see them. Liesl is a very good mom, very protective. We don't have names picked out yet, mom likes a roman theme so I've been surfing online for good roman names. The first thought that came to my mind was for the first boy (the one with the white around his neck) and that was to name him Rosewood's Gladiator. (Rosewood is my mom's kennel name) He was Liesl's first to of course it was hard for her and also hes always exploring around the whelping box, getting himself lost, and then crying until one of us goes in and returns him to his mom. lol I don't know what we'd use as a call name though. Another name I found which I liked was Caladus. There is a grafiti if you will on a wall in Pompeii from the roman times that reads, "Caladus, the Thracian, makes all the girls sigh." Caladus was a popular (and I guess attractive) gladiator and yes, that is still on the wall in Pompeii. So I thought that was cute "Rosewood's Caladus...he makes all the girls sigh." That would be a great slogan. lol Then of course I like the name Spartacus...hopefully you all know who he is. If not, do a google search on Spartacus the gladiator and read some of the sites. So we could use other suggestions plus call names for the gladiator boy. Please try to have some intelligent reasoning behind your name, Fido will not be accepted. lol

Dream

I had the strangest dream the other night. I'm not even sure where it came from. We were in some sort of cabin, with another friend. Upon entering, there were two small steps that led down into a small sort of living room. It was very open, there was a couch and a chair. Going towards the back was a bedroom, I'm assuming the kitchen as well. It reminded me a lot of my Gramma's house actually, just a lot more open, bright, and only slightly different layout.

We all woke up early, I want to say to go skiing, though why I'm not sure, I've never been skiing in my life. I was leaning against the couch, the other friend in the kitchen, and you came from around back. You were mad about something but wouldn't tell me what. You said something, I can't remember exactly, but I started to cry and sat down on the couch. Our friend looked awkward and eventually went away. You made fun of me then and I became angry, jumping up and about ready to smack you. ( Im slightly violent, what can I say?) We started yelling about who hurt who, who did what, and why we didn't like the other person. And then something unexpected happened, we kissed. It was kind of like the movies where you have the quarrelling lovers and then it's just the rough kiss that says I can't stand you and I love you all at once. That's when I remembered what it was like, before the fighting, before the name calling, before any of that. And of course, being a girl, I started to cry again. lol You simply wiped away a tear, gave me one last look, and then walked out the door. I was left leaning against the wall wondering what the heck had just happened. The friend came back out, took one look at me, glanced out the door where you had gone, then walked out the door after you. I just sat there trying to sort out my own poor little brain and decide what to do next. Then I woke up.

So where did I come up with all of this?? lol So many things come from random parts of my life, my Gramma's house, my friend told me he was going to go skiing and wanted me to come along so theres that aspect, so much of it was familiar and yet I don't know why I had it. Even now as I ponder it, parts of it make sense, but they shouldn't. I shouldn't care about road trips and skiing, fighting and my Gramma's house, I don't know where I get it. Too much stress maybe? Of course while Im averaging 4 or 5 hours of sleep a night, maybe it's taking a toll on my brain. lol

Yay!

Yesterday was one of the best days I have had in a long time. You know, some days are decent, some plain suck, but yesterday was just plain good. I woke up late in the morning, I thought I had set my alarm (which I did) but I must have turned it off while I was still half asleep and didn't even realize it. So at 6:15 my mom yells up the stairs to see if I'm up. I looked at the clock, said a swear word, and jumped out of bed. I was very proud of myself though, I still managed to walk out the door at the usual time of 6:40. That is one of the fastest times I've gotten myself together, considering all the stuff I have to do in the morning.

So I made it to school, did my german homework, and still had time to just sit around. I went to history, almost stayed awake through the entire movie on the Pilgrims *snore* so I only missed maybe the last 5 or 10 minutes. As I was packing up my stuff and getting ready to head out, I was talking with my teacher and this other guy from the class. Katya (the teacher) decided to drop the midterm because apparently a lot of people in the department were having timing problems so some decided to either reschedule the midterm or drop it all together. The class as a whole decided to drop the midterm and she'd use the grades from our two quizes, paper, and first test, calculate all of those together and that would be our grade for the "midterm". She said we would do another test later but it wouldn't be over so much material, thank God. So as we were all talking she asked me what I thought about the whole midterm idea. I told her I thought it was a good plan, I just hoped we all did well enough on our test and paper for it since we didn't have those grades back yet. She just sort of laughed and told me not to worry, I had did very very well on both my paper and my test. She said, oh you definitely have an A in the class. I was like, oh that makes me so happy I could give you a hug! She laughed and said ok, give me a hug. She's also my arabic teacher, a tiny Algerian woman, and a total sweetheart so we're pretty good friends.

I made it through econ and stayed awake which surprised me seeing as I'm always on the brink of falling asleep in that class. lol Then in arabic I had been stressed because we were supposed to have a sort of oral quiz in class. At OSU that was completely nerve wracking for me. Ghassan (my teacher) would sit down across from you at a table and just ask you a billion questions. Don't get me wrong, he was a very nice teacher and I liked him a lot, but the class was difficult and I had troubles keeping up so sitting across from him with all the questions aimed right at me, was difficult. Orals here were nothing like that, at all. The four of us from class just sat at our table and we all had our papers out and she just told us to talk to each other about the airport and passport crap which was what we had been working on. I thought she'd make us put all of our stuff away, ask a certain number of questions, talk for so long, etc. No, she let us have everything out so if we had to look at a word for something, it was no big deal. So I loved that, I felt totally comfortable and also dominated the conversation. I had to help the other 3 out a lot with vocab because they wouldn't understand a lot of the questions, especially ones I would ask. I think it's just because I am more comfortable with the language than they are so I talk faster with it and also my accent is better. So I'm sure Katya could hear me helping them along but she was just going about the room, getting things together, looking at papers, whatever she felt like doing. So I felt I did pretty well at the end of the conversation. I only messed one part up, I decided to switch up the dull conversation at one point. She was asking us where we were from and everyone was saying America so I decided to say I was from Yemen. She said, oh, well then your arabic must be very very good. I told her no I only knew a litle bit. So I had said I was born there but then said my mom was from America and my dad was from Canada. So I was confusing my vocab and didn't know how to say what I wanted so I had to switch the story around a little bit and say I was born there but I grew up in America, hence the lack of arabic knowledge. When it was all said and done she was laughing and said I sort of dug myself into a hole with that one. I laughed and told her I couldn't find the vocab I wanted so then yeah, I got stuck. Still, I think I'll get a good grade.

So then I was really tired (4.5 hours of sleep is not enough) so I decided to get a cup of coffee to wake me up before german. The coffee was good, but it put me right to sleep, go figure. But I had a nice nap, on and off, for about an hour. German went well, she called on me right away and asked me when my birthday was. Luckily I had just reviewed minutes before how to properly say that in a sentence with all the right endings. (I always mess up when to have a t or when not to have a t, and maybe theres the exception where you have to add en at the end, blah blah blah.) So I told her when it was, she just kind of looked at me and I thought, oh god, I said it wrong, she's going to kill me. Then she just sort of smiled and said, prima (like excellent) and moved on. The rest of class was funny as people kept screwing up random sentences. Michael tried to say he ate a cake on his birthday but got his vocab confused and accidentally said he ate a kitchen on his birthday. Lots of stuff like that, it was definitely amusing.

Then in the evening I got to see my baby, Matt. He'd just gotten off work so he decided to stop by for a couple hours. Mom had to go to Louisville to catch a flight to Texas. She took our two little puppies to their new home down there. I was talking to her this morning and she said they absolutely adored both of them. :) So that was my day! (not quite in a nutshell i know lol) Today is a bit more boring, just studying econ for my test on monday. oh goody...

Back Home

I was finally able to go back to Columbus for a weekend to see my old roommate and friends from OSU. It's a strange feeling, that place feels as much like home as my home does down here in Cinci. I had so many experiences while I was there and made so many friends. Some I don't mind losing, others I hate to lose, and the rest I know I will never lose. It was strange though walking into my old room and seeing someone else's things where mine used to be. I found a couple times I would actually get up to look for something, only to realize my stuff wasn't there. It was nice though sitting down again and playing cards with Jess and Toast, doing the late night burrito run, walking around campus; I miss all of that so much. Then it was even worse to be there and having all my friends from the hall ask when I was coming back and was I only taking the year off. It was hard to look at them all and say no, I'm not coming back, not until grad school at least. lol

So the weekend went by all too fast and now Im stuck here again. My next big thing to look forward to is spring break. Hopefully, I'm going to go to Florida with my boyfriend and possibly some other friends of his. As of now the plans are good but who knows what may come up down the line.

Happy V-Day!!

Happy Valentines Day Everyone!!!!

I hope everyone has had/is having an aswome time. I have a good cheesecake recipe here you might like to make for your loved one. It might sounds strange, but it tastes absolutely delicious!

Half & Half Cheesecake

preheat oven to 350

have on hand 1 unbaked (8 inch) graham cracker crust

Blend in a blender or food processor until smooth and creamy:

-1/2 pound tofu (i recommend the soft kind, it blends easiest)
-8 ounces of cream cheese
-1 cup of sugar
-2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice (about the juice from one normal sized lemon, fresh squeezed, is good)
-1 teaspoon of vanilla
-pinch of salt

Pour into pie shell and bake for about 45 minutes.

It has a total protein of 3 grams so now you can say you're still eating healthy. :P It might seem strange putting tofu in a cheesecake but you don't even taste it. I think it's absolutely delicious and it should be tried at least once. If you don't like it, then you know to never make it again. I got the recipe from this awsome book called Tofu Quick & Easy (revised edition) by Louise Hagler. I have had several of dishes from there and they all have been really good. It has everything from breakfast to salads, dips and spreads to soup, main course to dessert. So that's my best friend in the kitchen, anyone who is vegetarian or vegan should seriously look into getting that book!

Friendship

What is friendship?
Are there set guidelines, you know, you have to talk to someone at least 3 times a week and know what their favorite color is?
Does that make you a friend?

Or does a friend know how to make you smile.
How to make you laugh.
How to brighten your day with the simplest words.

Does a friend have to call every other day?
Do the conversations have to last at least 5 minutes?

Or can a friends talk maybe once a week and still be fine?
Can friends go a couple months and still say they're fine?
I know friends that have, and feelings were never lost.
Friends from high school that I don't talk to often doesn't mean I've forgotten them.
Doesn't mean I don't still think about them or wonder how they are.
Friends are not so easily forgotten.
If they are...then they were never truly friends.

Do real friends say things to intentionally hurt the other?
Do real friends push another away when they try to straighten things out?
Do real friends claim to feel one way, when in fact they feel the complete opposite?
Do real friends insult those they claim to have cared for most?

I think not. All friends have their good times and bad, but in the end, it all boils down to one simple ingredient: friendship. Friendship is never truly lost...unless they were never really friends. So why is it that my heart breaks over someone who was never truly my friend??

RE:

I've come to realize blogs can be an easier way to communicate with people rather than email or phone. So I have a few things I feel the need to discuss, Im sure plenty of people can relate. So now heres the big question... why are girls so damn difficult?! lol

We have our ups and downs and our run of emotions but don't guys as well? Isn't that just part of human nature? Perhaps women just show it more. So because it's my blog Im going to talk about myself here as an example. I can be hostile and fiercely independent. Why? Well, the hostile part Im not exactly sure about, I stole those words from another person. :P So, background check here, I was raised by a single mother and that is where I get my independence. I was taught to make the best of myself and not rely on anyone. I don't see that as closing myself in a little shell or being antisocial, I just know what I want and how I want it. Is that really such a bad thing? When I feel I have to depend on someone, it makes me feel weak. I know I probably just got a few really weird looks by some readers, but it's just my opinion. Does that mean my opinion applies to everyone? Of course not, that is just how I feel about myself. Another example: Just the other day my mom and I were talking about the few weeks leading up to my Gramma's death. She said at one point my Gramma was having such difficulties feeding herself that my mom took the spoon and attempted to feed her. She got so mad and yelled at her, telling her that she can feed herself. Mom was somewhat hurt as she was only trying to help. I told her that while the thought was nice, I completely agreed. I would never be fed by my child, if I had any means of doing it myself, I would, even if I got a little sloppy and it took me longer to eat. She said she didn't understand why, I told her it was probably just pride. I have a lot of it and sometimes have to watch how much I let loose. So theres my hostility and independence.

Other times I can seem passive, dependent, and feminine. I like to think Im feminine all the time whether Im hostile and independent or passive and dependent. What do you think, is it possible? Anyways! I can seem those ways when I am around people I trust and care about. Dependence still doesn't sound good in my head but Im sure I have it occassionally. I have even noticed that I am a different person from when I am out in the "real world" versus when I am at home. When Im outside of my home, I have to look good, act like I've got it all together, and go on like nothing ever bothers me. Why you ask? No particular reason, thats just me. It's when I come home that I don't care if I have circles under my eyes or if my hairs a mess. I don't care if I have to break down in tears just to get everything out thats been building up. At home I am my most relaxed, my happiest. Well when Mom and I are in the midst of some huge fight, Im not exactly happy or relaxed, but we've all had those times! I imagine I cannot be the only girl like this out there. Or for that matter, Im sure there are plenty of men like this too. My mood, my body language, my appearance, everything changes depending where I am and who I am with. When someone sees me cry, they have seen everything. They know so much about me and I trust them completely. I wouldn't let just anyone see me at my weakest moment. So I think it is completely normal to have so many emotions and sides to yourself, it's what give us demention, it's what makes us human. So I am a little bit of all these things, rolled up into one. The only thing though, is deciding how much is added in the mix. Maybe I have too much aggression for one, too much dependency *shudder* for another. It all depends on the oppossing person. So theres my bit of psychoanalysis and hopefully other people can relate! :)

Gone!

I finally cut my hair!!!! I've been growing it out for 2 years, only had a couple trims to even out the ends but thats been it. Then my mom was going in to get her hair cut and Phyllis is the lady we always go to. She had cut my hair two years ago and from that I let it grow out. She was impressed how long it was and I told her I wanted to grow it a little longer so I could donate it to Locks of Love. She said she thought it was already long enough so she got out the ruler and measured my ponytail. It was already long enough so I decided to cut it off and go for a short style again. She cut off ten inches and now my hair is really short, about to my chin in the very front and it gets shorter towards the back so it's about at the base of my skull. So I actually like it more than I thought I would, it's definitely a different feeling from having long hair!

Monday

So I decided to really kick my week off with a little excitement. I got dropped off early morning at school, spent an hour in the library then headed off to my first class, history. I think the class is going to be tough, but hopefully interesting. It's ironic, shes my same teacher for both history and arabic. Hopefully we get along well. :P

Well then, I went into my macroeconomics class and was feeling a bit tired. Mom had told me last week I was looking pale but I hadn't really thought anything about it. So I was sitting in there and felt like I was about to doze off but would somehow manage to stay awake. Well then I felt one of my absence seizures coming on. So rather than try to fight it off and feel even more tired, I decided to let it run it's course, be over in less than a minute and then I'd be fine. Well, little did I know that I wouldn't come out of it but instead go into a full blown seizure. When I "came to" I thought I had fallen asleep. This girl was holding my arms though I couldn't identify her. A bunch of people were standing around me but it really didn't dawn on me why that was. So then I had another one. No warning this time, just came. I "woke up" to find the paramedics standing next to me saying my name. "Leah, Leah, are you ok? Hi, how are you feeling?" I was so horribly confused, I had no idea why there were there. I thought I had fallen asleep and I wake up to paramedics. Yeah, something didn't quite add up!

So they asked me if I could get up, they were going to take me to the hospital. Once I stood up I felt the uneasiness in my legs and how heavy my body suddenly felt. I made it to the bed and thats when it all started to make sense. I don't know if my breathing was labored or what but they put the oxygen mask on me, buckled me onto the stretcher thing, and started wheeling me out of class. It was kind of embarassing once we got into the hall with all the students staring at me. They then loaded me into the ambulance, turned on the sirens, and started towards the hospital. While in there they took a few blood samples and kept talking to me, I think mainly to make my brain keep working. I was taken to the emergency room where another nurse took some blood samples. I was given lunch by another nurse, real nice guy, and it was actually pretty good. I used the phone to call my mom at work and then she drove down. I missed my arabic class but my headache was tolerable after a couple advil and food. So I decided to go back so I could attend my german class. I made it through fine but once I got home, I was absolutely exhausted. I laid down on the couch and that was it, I fell asleep for the next several hours. Then I was able to sleep in the next day for a while because I didn't have classes.

We have no idea why the seizures hit, especially three of them. I chewed up my tongue nicely, it's nearly healed now. So I called my doctor in Columbus to tell him what happened. I was on my medication but said I need something else to take along with it because obviously, it's not doing the trick. He asked me why I didn't just try to find a doctor near me that would be easier to get in contact with and visit if need be. I simply told him that he knew my entire history, he was the one to actually discover I had a seizure disorder, no other doctor seemed to know and believe me, I'd seen a lot. He just laughed and said ok then said he was going to order another prescription and we'd see how it went. I'm hoping this might be the right combination of drugs. I took them last night around midnight and then didn't take them until I got up this morning around 10. I was actually standing at the counter and I could feel one coming on. I started fighting it off and grabbed my pill bottles. I took out my dosage and quickly downed them. So nothing happened, no partial seizure or anything. I felt a little tired for 5 or so minutes afterwards but that's normal for me. It doesn't seem like much when someone is watching me have a partial but it takes so much energy to fight one. Thats why usually I let one run it's course and just be done with it. However, I was so scared it might turn into something more that I wasn't going to risk it. So my first day and I'm wheeled out by the paramedics. lol Hopefully it'll be a one time thing. ;)