a.m. My dog began acting so oddly I was concerned enough to call the vet. They squeezed me in for the morning appointment and I called my friend to take Persistence, and completely dropped everything planned for the morning.
HIGH: Haven't thought of one yet.
LOW: Dog is sick and my day was shot.
noon After a thorough examination by the vet, the dog is declared to have tumors and we get an immediate referral to a surgeon.
HIGH: The location of the tumor gives a hopeful possibility that it is benign, or at least not the most aggressive cancer. The vet is highly entertained by my story about Fuqua (that's Few KWAY not fuck WA) Street confusion. He said that story beats his former non-native favorite which was Bexar (that's BEAR not BEX arr) County confusion.
LOW: My doggie is sick. My doggie needs surgery. My doggie is uncomfortable. My beautiful chocolate only 7 years old Lab might have cancer. And we are going to have to schedule surgery, which probably costs as much as human surgery. There goes ANY home renovation. Here comes debt. We are so stressed out about this on so many levels it's not even funny.
Want one more level? Because it's so easy to make this all about me, my dog and I have tracked symptoms and this causes me to worry about my own body. With my own tumor situation and medicine nightmare of last summer so fresh in my mind, I am extremely anxious and want to go get a full body scan right now. That's not selfish or paranoid. Oh no.
And you know I am sitting here thinking about how the dog and I were perfectly healthy until we moved to Toxic Town. It's nothing short of sad and ironic that every time I get a beautiful reminder about how awesome this town is and how much I like it here, I get a slap in the face about how deadly it is, too.
p.m. The husband and I got all fancy pants and went to a posh black tie gala at the swank Hilton Americas hotel. His company had taken two tables---up front mind you---and we had a nice view of the Muy Importante local senators, congressmen and women, famous people in some form or fashion and business leaders.
Jon told me it was tacky to act like paparazzi and photograph the rich and famous so I haven't got any clicks of that. After a while, his boss/coworker/project manager and his wife and Jon and I abandoned the party. The four of us went to the top floor where there is a bar that offers a panoramic view, not of downtown, but of the flat suburbs beyond.
HIGHS: I had a hot dress I really liked and cool shoes that didn't hurt or slip (learned my scuffing lesson after New Year's Eve). Also on the list is overhearing other refugees from the galas enter the bar and say, "I've never seen so many second wives in one place! There's a lot of...extra frou frou going on here tonight. That's...surprising, here in Houston. I mean, if I were in Dallas I'd expect it, but in Houston? That's a shock, all this OCing." New verb: to OC, as in to be dedonculous in one's over the top attire and attitude. However, the real high point was that it was a nice evening out, full of stories I can't tell, which wouldn't be half as entertaining as they are to me and people who know the people. (So don't feel too cheated.) I can tell you that Jon danced one nice, slow, romantic dance. That may just have the the ultimate high point.
LOWS: Although this could be a high depending upon your point of view...there I was, in cocktail dress, hose and heels vacuuming up another Persistence disaster. She was tired, and trying to stay awake and Jon and I were occupied getting ready, so...there went another bag of tortilla chips all over the floor. I definitely needed to vacuum it so the dog, the sick dog, didn't eat the chips. It was a real Barbara Billingsley moment.
The other potential low---although again this is possibly a high depending upon the angle you look at it from---was knowing I was staying out way later than I'd meant to (hello, welcome to 2 a.m.) when I had a big to-do to go to the next day. But it was fun.
Photo op at in-laws when dropping off the kids...
The view in front of me at the table...
The view from the bar (I had to use the back of my chair as a tripod, so...slack...)...
Saturday, of course, was Mama Drama Con Queso II (check out the guest list...and I think even more than that came!). It was quite a crowd! The challenge was trying to chat with everyone...so many great bloggers live in this area and are really cool.
I was lucky to sit at a table with Kyla, Monica Danna, Dr Miggy, the OPMom gang, and Texan Tiff and her husband. I think Happy Katie might have been at our table because there was a high chair there for her baby, but as those of us with toddlers understand, she didn't get to sit much, hence my confusion.
My tablemates kindly tried to explain Twitter to me, since I signed up and haven't figured out what it is, or how to work it, since. They made it sound very cool but I quickly realized one needs High Technology to work it. And I, Luddite that I am, have only a really old desktop computer.
Monica graciously talked shop with me a bit, and Carrie from OpMom generously encouraged me in my rants about public education. We shared many of the same thoughts on the issue, and plan to talk further. Kyla was her usual funny and nice self and kept me laughing.
Otherwise I reconnected with bloggers I have met before, met new ones, traded a few cards and quips, and had a great time. There were peanuts, circus peanuts, photo bloggers, tech bloggers, political and popular culture bloggers, mom bloggers and so on.
HIGH: Pretty much the entire event. Although, it might have been Michelle alerting me to the wedding cake sculpted to look just like the bride, with Monica and Laura assisting in the description. My contribution was the incredibly intelligent question, "What flavor was it?" I hear this happened in Dallas, which actually? Explains everything.
LOW: Being a half an hour late when I meant to be half an hour early. I was bringing the sign-in sheet and people were counting on me. I, of course, was, as usual, completely and utterly lost trying to find my way to Houston and then utterly lost in Houston. I used the Emergency Mom Phone to call my husband half a dozen times to figure out where to go. Luckily, Jenny (The Bloggess and Mama Drama) and Kyla know me and my Houston Navigation Problem, so when they were looking for me and wondering where I was, Jenny sagely said, "Oh she's fine, just completely lost." Laura (Blog Con Queso and co-founder of sk*rt) wisely advised me to buy a GPS and make my life easier.
Margaret Sally holds up the circus peanuts (with Mark, Jenny, Erica, and Kyla)
A bit of the crowd...
Jenny, Me and Kyla...
For more photos, check out Ed T's blog.
a.m. Persistence joined us in bed at 3:30 a.m. and she and I tossed, turned, snorted, snuffled, snored, and coughed our way to 6 a.m., whereupon we gave up and came downstairs. She cuddled with me and gave me kisses. She really does have the sweetest personality and heart. Just...busy.
HIGH: Jon made breakfast and entertained the kids so I could have my two hours (seriously TWO HOURS) to write this post (adding photos and links take FOREVER...this is easily double my usual time). Cuddle time with Persistence.
Enjoy your Sunday!
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