Smarty Tail

If people who are smart are called "smarty pants," what would you call a smart dog since they don't wear pants?  Smarty tail?  In that case, Jazzy is a smarty tail.  Here's proof:

She stops before she crosses the street.

We've taught Jazzy to stop when she gets to the end of the street.  We simply say, "Stop," and she does. She turns her little head around and looks at us.  When we've made sure the coast is clear, then we tell her "Free," which means she can cross the street.  She's so smart that we don't even have to tell her to stop all the time.  Sometimes she just stops on her own.  That's my smart girl! 

She knows how to make us take her for a walk.  

Whenever Jazzy thinks she is due for a walk, she lays down on the rug in front of the door.  She waits ever so patiently without barking or whining.  When we happen to walk by the front door and see her waiting, she just looks up at us with those eyes.  Those sweet eyes!  And then we usually take her for a walk.  She's so sly.  

She knows how to relax.

Jazzy uses her smarts every day.  One more example is her knack for relaxing.  When either of us lay in the hammock in the backyard, Jazzy hops right up there with us.  She loves to sway gently while the breeze runs through her little beard.  

Jazzy sure is one smarty tail.  

A Little Organization

Organizing always gives me a thrill.  I love when things are tidy.  It always makes me feel better when things are put away in their place.  

That being said, my bathroom drawers were getting a bit cluttered.  So I took some time to tidy them up. First, I emptied everything out and took inventory of what I had.  I pitched old and expired things.  I put aside things I no longer use to pawn off on my mom or to put in our upcoming garage sale.

I vacuumed out the drawers and let me tell ya, I could have made a wig with all the hair that was in the bottom of my hair stuff drawer.  I'll spare you a picture.  Then I went about organizing what was left.

I put my everyday essentials in the top drawer.    

My makeup lives in my second drawer.  I divided up my makeup into categories and gave each category its own basket.  

My hair supplies are housed in the bottom drawer.  

One of my favorite storage solutions is using glass jars for bobby pins and elastics.  The jars are from candles that I have already burned.  They expertly house tiny things like bobby pins and hair elastics. Now I just have to remember to put them back in the jars instead of throwing them in the bottom of the drawer.  

My drawers look so much better now!  There's nothing like putting a little order in your life.   

It's Inevitable

After I lost my baby, I thought it would be nice of the world if everyone could just hold off on getting pregnant until I had a healthy baby in my arms.  That did not happen.  Inevitably, the world kept on turning and people kept on having babies.  I've had family members, friends, co-workers and gobs of Facebook friends get pregnant and have babies.  I'm not going to lie, it sucks when I hear about it.  

I usually have to pretend to be happy for whoever gets to make their big announcement.  A lot of times it makes me cry.  Not happy tears, but big, fat depressed tears.  I almost always think, "Why do they get to have a baby and not me?"  This does me no good to think these thoughts, but I can't help it.  

It makes me mad that I can't share in their joy.  I unfollow my friends on Facebook after I see a pregnancy announcement, because it's just too hard to have to look at their baby bumps.  I don't go to baby showers.  I try to exit conversations about pregnancy and babies.  While all this avoidance might not be the healthiest, it works for me.

I know one day I'll be able to attend a baby shower and join in on a conversation about pregnancy.  That day's not today and that's okay.  

I also know everyone has a sore spot, something they avoid because it hurts. This new-found realization has affected how I talk to people.  I'm more thoughtful about how my conversations might affect people.  I really think before I say things aloud to people or ask them questions.  The last thing I would ever want to do is blindly cause anyone any pain.  While I'm not happy that I had to learn this lesson by losing my baby, it's a lesson I'm glad I learned.