Friday, April 28, 2006

Posted. Deleted (again!). Make your mind up, woman!

Sometimes I just think I’m nuts. And I probably am, a little. When the kids were babies I used to say lack of sleep was the quickest route to insanity, and I’m not sleeping well. Again.

At first it was understandable. Whenever I closed my eyes, Ryker would appear. Now I lie there thinking about puppy names, if I’m lucky.

I don’t know what’s up with me, I’m not getting nightmares, I just have this overwhelming feeling like I’ve done something awful, or something awful has happened – I just can’t remember what. And the night's seem so long and noisy.

It’s probably wrapped up with Ryk’s. There’s stuff I haven’t written – or rather have written, and deleted!

I deleted last night’s post because I suddenly felt my post was too long, and I’d talked about R and some problems he’s having at school. At two in the morning I awoke with the feeling I'd shared stuff I shouldn't of, and had the urge to pull it. And as I figured it might help me to sleep, I did.

Though, as you can now see, any benefit didn’t last as long as I hoped.

Anyways, I’ll just grab the lighter stuff from that post, and tag it on here in shorter form. After all, I have to post something, sometime!

So, sing along with me: We’re getting a puppy, we’re getting a puppy!

Not long now(*gulp*, which I’ll explain in a minute), I’m off to England to bring him back myself, on Tuesday the 9th May. He’ll be just over eight weeks, and we’re getting around the age thing as he’s not going in the hold, but travelling right behind me on a private plane.

A part of me is screaming at the cost. But then, I’d rather have a dog than a plasma TV or a holiday! Not that I could afford those things, but I’d rather have a dog and go without plenty to get him. And I feel really good about this dog. He’s from a good line, proper pedigree and all that snobby stuff I’ve never bothered with before. But my dogs have tended to die young, and this time I’m going to do everything I can to make sure this mutt is with me for the next fourteen years! And the first step with that, is to make sure he’s from a healthy line (though I know you can’t guarantee against hip problems and the like. I can but try.)

Now to explain the *gulp*.

I’ve got to fly. I’ve deleted several swear words I originally typed.

Where to start? I don’t like flying. I used to be fine, when I was a kid, but the older I get the more I don’t want to do it. I think a big problem is our local runway. It’s on top of a cliff (not a very big cliff, granted, but a good hundred feet is enough!). When you land the brakes of the plane SCREAM, and though I don’t think many planes have gone over, I dread it. I’m hoping that because it’s an itty-bitty plane, that won’t happen this time. But I can also remember my boss (at the travel agents I used to work at) telling me how little planes were so unsafe compared to big ones. Guess there’s nothing to protect you, should you fall out the sky. Oooppppss!!! I really can’t think this. Seriously – I can’t. Mustn’t.

And anyway, that’s only half the problem. The other problem is kind of personal. So if there’s a limit on how much you want to know about me, leave now.

The flight there and back will take four hours, and as we’re landing at an airstrip I’m really not sure what will be there. But even if there’s a cluster of building, I’ll still be in a four-seater plane for a minimum of two hours each way.

And this is happening in the morning. Which is bad thing, a very bad thing.

You see, I always need to pee a lot in the morning. Against what I drink, the problem is ridiculous. And even if I allow myself only one cup of tea that day, I’m really worried. What do you do, when sat with a stranger in a tiny plane, and you need to pee? My friend suggested taking a bottle, to pee into, but really how likely am I to squat on the backseat? Dear heavens, what can I do? Are there tablets to stop you needing to pee? If so, can someone send me some? Please!

Of course I suppose I could step back and let the BH go. He thought he was. He didn’t think for a minute I’d want to get on a little plane, but I said no, I’m going.

Must think about names too. I originally like the BH’s choice, but have since gone off it, so I’m asking you. And for any serious suggestions I thought it an idea to list the names of my past male dogs, to give you a gist of what I like:


The BH likes: Kobi

I like: Wooster

And I did think, D’argo might be a compromise, and kind of in keeping with Ryker being called Ryker, but he BH wasn’t impressed. And if you’re not a sci-fi fan, you won’t understand what I’m talking about ;o)


Blogger Karen said...

Wooster is a great name, I say wait until you meet the puppy to decide what his name will be :-)

I am happy for you, moving on like this. Ryker would be proud of you.

As for the writing and deleting, it sounds as if you're working through your grief still. Let those feelings out. *HUGS*

Friday, April 28, 2006 12:21:00 pm  
Blogger rdl said...

First off - God I love reading yr. posts! and i take it the pups a boy ( sorry for not paying attention - i'm sleep deprived too) and i recommend even othe the counter sleep med - just take 1/2(works for me) or get RX from doc and maybe a couple of valium for the flight. and i agree with karen you have to see the lil guy first and mull it over a few days. we entertained ALOT of names for our Jackson. as for deleteing, i know what you mean, i almost deleted this longwinded comment.

Saturday, April 29, 2006 3:44:00 am  
Blogger Daisy Mae said...

I thought you just had a mild case of the flying jitters but then I read on and saw it was a 4 seater plane! Girl you are BRAVE! You'll be fine though. And I hear a shot of whiskey doesn't hurt. ;-)

As for the peeing thing, you are lucky because flying dehydrates you. Seriously it does. Even though I spelled it wrong, it does. I don't think I would drink that morning cup of tea though just to be safe.

Saturday, April 29, 2006 3:51:00 am  
Blogger Who is this Dave? said...

Sorry, so busy I haven't got time to write much, but good luck, relax and enjoy the experience.

Saturday, April 29, 2006 9:25:00 am  
Blogger MarkD60 said...

I like Kobi better than Wooster.

Take a jar on the plane, better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it! If you REALLY need to pee, your modesty will diminish in an inversly proportional amount!

Once I flew in a two seater plane with cloth wings, and we did loop the loops! Later, when I wasn't there, the pilot was doing loop the loops and while upside down, fell forward and broke the windscreen out with his head! Imagine that! He could have fallen completely out of the plane!

Saturday, April 29, 2006 11:25:00 am  
Blogger Dorothy said...

Not to add to your torment, lol, but a friend of mine has a Llapso I think I'm spelling that wrong..and she named it Besheba...thought that was kinda different. And I know aaaaaaall about these long plane trips...getting to go back to my roots in August...4 hour plane ride from Virginia to California. Excited, but I hate planes which I have enough reasons to write a whole blog post about it and I probably will. Good luck, hon, I will keep up with your posts to see how things went. ;o)

Monday, May 01, 2006 1:36:00 pm  
Blogger Douglas Hoffman said...

I'd pick another Star Trek name, but go with the old ST. Bones? McCoy? Sulu? Spock?

"Here Spock, here boy! Spock! What DO you have in your mouth?"

Works for me ;)

Tuesday, May 02, 2006 1:54:00 pm  
Blogger Amanda Matilda said...

Careful of Wooster--there's bound to be a future Jeeves to go with him. Kind of a package deal, isn't it?

So what type of puppy? Did I miss that from an earlier post (I'm a bit behind--sorry!)

Wednesday, May 03, 2006 6:55:00 am  
Blogger Huw said...

Any Dog that has to be flown in should surely be called Biggles.

Yes, I'm late. I'm playing blog catch-up today...

Tuesday, May 09, 2006 4:21:00 pm  

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