Wednesday, November 4, 2009

The Law of Entropy as it relates to Dog Hair

We have a dog. Her name is Sweet Potato. It goes without saying, that I love her very, very much. Like any dog she has her flaws, but they are few and far between (sort of) and greatly outweighted by her strengths. However, she does shed. Her hair is pretty short, so its not AWFUL shedding, but still. It's there. We also have a cat, Miss Pattie, who also adds to the hair in our home. Granted, she is smaller and releases less hair, but still. There is dog AND cat hair to be dealt with.

Now, allow me to go ahead and state, that no one who knows me would ever accuse me of being a neat freak. Although I think we keep our house reasonably clean and tidy, I wouldn't recommend eating off of the floor or anything. I do not freak out over small messes, and am capable of relaxing in a house that is less than perfectly clean. But, even I am overwhelmed by the dog hair.

I vacuum the carpets, and then a few hours later, I look, and there's dog hair on it again. I dust the coffee table, there's dog hair on it the next time I sit down. I sweep the floor, it's there again the next time I walk past. I lint roller my clothes, only to get whereever I'm going, look down, and see.... dog hair. I cook food, and find a dog hair in it. There's dog hair in the laundry, dog hair in the car, dog hair in the bathroom, dog hair in my bed, and, we don't even let the dog get in the bed!?! Dog hair collects in corners, it sticks to the sofa cushions, it creates dust bunnies under the bed, it sticks to my socks, everywhere I go I find dog hair! It is a monster that I cannot conquer.

What do people do who have multiple dogs? How do they win the fight? Do they vacuum every day? Every hour? Am I insane to think once a week is a reasonable amount of exercise for my vacuum cleaner?? What if I just vacuumed the dog? Would this help?

Dog hair in my life is the purest example of entropy that I know of. I should guest lecture in a high school science class. The law of entropy (2nd law of thermodynamics, in case you've forgotten) states that all forces in the universe are moving inexorably towards disorder, and that it takes energy to combat or stop that disorder. Like, a LOT of energy.

Dog hair is constantly moving my house, my life, and my very soul towards disorder. I cannot stop the spread of chaos. The dog hair situation can often make me feel as if I am ill-equipped to live life as an adult. Ill-equipped to handle all of the situations in life that are entropic and full of disorder. I mean, come on, if I can't even keep the dog hair at bay in my house, how will I do anything important in life!?! Recently, however, I have begun to think that instead of being a foreshadowing of my impending failure as a human being, that perhaps the dog hair in my life is a good metaphor for life in general.

I try as hard as I can to keep things together, keep the balls all in the air, stay on target, eyes on the prize, all that crap. We try to keep the house reasonably clean & organized, reasonable amounts of reasonably healthy food in the refrigerator, pay our reasonable bills in a reasonable amount of time, do a reasonably good work at our respective jobs, keep in touch reasonably well with the people we love, keep reasonable tabs on our health, stay in a reasonable budget, be a reasonably good and active citizen, have a reasonably solid marriage, and have a reasonably strong spiritual walk. Sounds reasonable right? Like, maybe as reasonable as being able to get rid of dog hair?

It just isn't going to happen. Life in entropic and it tends towards disorder. I drop the ball, I forget to call, I oversleep and overspend, we run out of food sometimes, and there is dog hair in my house. Always, there is dog hair. I live in entropy.

And, you know, I think I am okay with that. I am sitting on the sofa right now. I vacuumed yesterday, and yet I can see dog hair on the coffee table, and some more on the floor to my right. Not to mention the fact, that the dog's head is halfway on the keyboard while I type, and it is hairy. But, you know, I am still pretty darn happy. If dog hair is the price I have to pay for having my sweet doggie, I think I will cough it up. Besides, maybe it will remind me that my life is not, and will never be perfect, and that I want to be okay with that.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Howl-o-weenie

Ahhhh, Halloween. Cool crisp air, overwhelming amounts of candy, and the excuse to wear weird things. Love it all. (Except for the scary stuff.)



Justin & Chelsea, party co-hosts, as Scary, and Scarier.


David & Rachel????


A Halloween note to Henry...


Crow & Scarecrow


Paul Bunyan and Babe the (Beautiful) Blue Ox


Frankenstein & Spider!!!


This was extremely scary. I had to ask David to not walk towards me quickly, or make any sudden moves in general. It was the forehead that got me.

Happy Halloween!

This is my Mummy Man Cheese Ball. Please, hold your applause.






Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Thumbs up, Man!


This is a in-utero shot of Henry giving us the thumbs up.
We think this really bodes well for his burgeoning personality.



Tuesday, October 27, 2009

have baby must blog?

David & I found out that we were having a baby this summer. This has provoked a barrage of questions from family, friends, acquaintances, even strangers. How do you feel? When are you due? How far along are you? Was it planned? Do you know if its a boy or a girl? Do you have a name picked out? Are you excited? (Which, by the way is my favorite question- what if I said no?) In addition to these classic pregnancy questions, I have also been asked multiple times "Are you going to start a blog?"

Now, I am aware that this is the hip thing to do- start a blog when you have a kid to keep the world updated on all things baby. However, I have never been especially hip, and I have especially never been internet hip. Don't judge- I've got the basics down. I instant-messaged my way through college relationships, I know how to use a search engine, I email, I post on two blogs that keep up with family and friends, I'm even on facebook! (Although- confession- I got an email from facebook just the other day saying that they "missed me." Apparently, I have not signed on for 6 weeks. Whoops.) But it's all can do just to answer my emails in an amount of time that does not make people feel as though I have slighted them. I really do not think that I have the internet commitment level necessary to start a blog. Especially with the entrance of a new baby into our lives. This is supposed to make things even busier, right? Even less time for things like answering email, right? At least, this is what I have been telling the people who ask "Are you going to start a blog."

But, get ready for the change of heart here, last night I was talking to David about this, and he pointed out that a blog did not have to be baby-centric, but could be self-centric. Well, self-centered person that I am, my ears perked right up. I liked this idea. I did not have to write about the baby. I could write about anything I wanted. People might read it. They might think I am clever or witty. They might like me. Maybe I will be one of those people whose blogs garner a huge following, and they get a book deal! I could make money! We could go out to eat more often! I could buy more shoes from Target! This fantasizing may have gotten a little out of hand. Regardless, the seed had been planted. I wanted to have a blog.

I would like to go ahead and state, that althought I do not believe that one must blog when one has baby, the idea does hold some appeal. I will not have to send out mass emails or make nine million separate phone calls when there is information to spread. People can see cute pictures of baby at their leisure. Can I put a link to the baby registry on this thing? But, even more appealing, is the idea of writing what I think about. (Journaling should work for this too, but I have always been a crummy journaler. I give up too quickly.) So, this is the trial run. I have a blog. I can write about what I think about.

Before ending this maiden post, I do want to formally reserve one right. No one is allowed to hold me to this blog thing. If I never write another post, and this thing sits out here like a half a lonely leftover tuna sandwich, fine. If I let months go between posts, fine. If I never post anything but a baby picture on this again, fine. There are lots of things in life that I can (and do) feel guilty about, but I am not going to add a blog to the list. So there.