5 posts tagged “dog”
I am sitting on the couch and everything hurts because, oh, the running. Kramer is asleep in the corner and making tiny dog snoring sounds, which are almost cute enough to make me forget that he puked in the middle of my living room while I was at work. I really need to unload the dishwasher, but that is one of the few chores I really dislike, so I am pretending that I don't have to do it. I'll do it anyway before I got to bed. The Colbert Show rerun has the Bush hot dog joke from last week, which makes me think of the Bush press conference about ribs, which makes me thing of college and Boris'. And how I am kind of sad that on the little snap cup thing we did in the office (though they didn't call a snap cup which, really, such a bad choice), only one person said I was funny and everyone else seemed to be focused on how well I do my job and how I actually do what I say I will and blah blah blah reliablecakes. What does it say about me that I would rather be funny than reliable? Am I in the wrong field?
Also, my spellcheck is now yelling at me because "reliablecakes" isn't a word. Apparently, neither is "spellcheck." How ironic.
So a couple of minor changes around here. New pattern (look, it's Portland!) and I even uploaded some new pictures. Want to see?
Joe sent me flowers at work for Valentine's day. And they weren't roses! Huzzah! I secretly feel bad for women whose husbands and boyfriends buy them red roses on Valentine's day. So boring! My mother hates roses (dad always gets her tropicals or tulips), but I don't mind them as much as her -- I just think they lack any thought. These, on the other hand, were lovely. I took a couple of those close up shots that I want to blow up and frame. If only I had more than 3 inches of bare wall space. But that is another story.
What did we do for Valentine's day? Why, glad you asked. Every year, Joe and I do the same thing and this year was no different. We played hooky from the world for a couple of days, staying at a hotel on the water, splurging for a big, fancy dinner and wandering all over the city to all the places we never have the time to go to. This included a very long walk along the river before dinner, which resulted in fabulous pictures.
The weather in Portland has been fairly incredible for the last two weeks and our hooky weekend was no exception. It was in the 60s all weekend and we went all over town to random antique stores, delicious brats at Otto's, Mississippi records, and all over the place. We didn't talk about work all weekend and, aside from the one completely insane guy we sat next to at the bar after dinner, it was kind of perfect. Yay good vacation!
The week after the vacation, though, has been slightly more hectic. Things at work have been crazy busy and moments to breathe have been few and far between. Today I had to run out early to get my eyes examined because I'm slowly going blind and I have so much work, I tried to log on when I got home. Of course, that didn't work out so well since my eyes were dialated and everything looked way too bright. Though I did still manage to write a couple of emails before I gave up. I am not a quitter! Oh, but I am going to need glasses. Not all the time, just sometimes. Because I am only sometimes blind. Or so confirmed the eye doctor.
Can we talk about that, by the way? With the really bright lights and that pointy blue glowing thing? What is that? Ugh. God bless them, but gross.
On a less disgusting, non-eyeball-related note, Joe's brother, sister-in-law and tiny nephew came to town and said tiny nephew decided that he liked me and declared this by calling me "That." As in, "Mommy, can I sit with That?" And sit with That he did. I mean, when That gives him all of her croutons because she still isn't eating the white devil, how can you not love That?
And now That is going to bed. Happy weekend!
I got up just in time this morning to catch the classic "Donna Martin Graduates" episode of 90210. I can't tell you how exciting this is. Poor virginal Donna gets caught drunk at prom (She didn't eat all day so she could fit in her dress! It was just two glasses of champagne! David's dad gave it to them!) and the evil school board tries to expel her because, conveniently, they had just announced a rule about drunk kids not getting to graduate. And then the class of 1993 - who cared not about the presidential election the previous year - are so mobilized, that they march (out of finals!) to the school board and demand that, well, Donna Martin graduates. And, of course, she does. Awesome.
Anyway. It's 2008. Things have been pretty similar to 2007 so far. Weather sucks, lots of work, and so on and so forth. So far, the biggest news is that I am off The White Devil. If you don't know about TWD, it encompasses: flour, sugar, rice, potatoes, bread, etc. It also includes things like fruit and carrots and corn and ice cream and all that other stuff. It sounds sad, but it's actually kind of awesome - I have tons of energy, I feel better, my hair is crazy shiny and, you know, I've lost some weight. But I've also been working out at the office gym a lot, which is great, but also awkward; watching senior executives work out in tiny shorts or bizarre weight belts or whatever other oddity walks through the door is really weird. But it does give me a lot of time to catch up on my magazine reading. That's exciting.
Also exciting is that we have Wesley this week. In fact, he's currently laying on my foot, having dog dreams and twitching as he chases dream birds and wildcats. The other night, Joe took him out around 3 a.m. and they encountered a family of raccoons and let's just say that thanks to some quick thinking, the raccoons had a much better fate than the bird Wesley caught for us during one of our Sunday barbeques. Wesley has taken to me even more than usual this visit and tried to attack Joe the last two nights when he came home, which was both awesome and terrifying. Awesome because he usually doesn't really like women and loves me so much, terrifying because Wesley has killed wildcats the size of Joe and, really, I don't want blood stains on my carpet. So far, we're all still alive, though, so that's good.
Not much else going on around here. Happy 2008, y'all.
It's been a kind of bizarre week, though not exactly great, also not exactly bad.
I've had Kramer since last Saturday and while I love having him around, the added long walks and poop trips kind of throw off my schedule. Happily, unlike his other sojourns here, he's only puked once. Right at my feet. While I was eating dinner. Mmm. Delicious.
Monday was Yom Kippur, which meant lots of no eating, some time in temple and lots and lots of trying to tolerate Lisa. My parents are out of town - hence my dog-sitting - so I hosted break fast here. And it was lovely, except for the fact that Lisa, as usual, felt the need to stir up trouble. As in, she rearranged my house while I was napping, declaring that it's "dirty," "gross," and "not very cute" in my apartment. Clearly, she has inhereted a horrible gene from my mother, where she loses that filter that keeps offensive and ridiculous thoughts in your head.
But dinner was lovely - there were six of us total and all of the food was delicious, especially my apple cake. Good thing, too, since I burned the shit out of my arm making it and had it not been good? Wrath. Lots of wrath.
The rest of the week was a total blur at work after being gone for a day. I have a big event coming up on November 1st and my to-do list for it is long and horrible. Let's not talk about it.
And now it's Saturday morning, I'm doing laundry, the boys are asleep and I'm praying that the fire alarm won't go off again, rousing the savage beasts.
So now I'll shower and run errands. Tonight, I'm supposed to stop by a fundraiser called The Cowgirl's Ball. I'm kind of unsure what to expect there. Should be interesting.
Boring? Thank you.
Meet Wesley.
Wesley is a wonderful dog. He was raised on a farm in Idaho and is vacationing here with Joe for an undetermined amount of time. He likes long walks at the dog park, sleeping and wagging his tail until it bleeds. He also likes to drag me around until it feels like he's going to rip my arm right out of the socket.
Today, Joe and I took him for a walk around my apartment complex. These two evil cocker spaniels totally flipped out, with the barking and the pulling and, really, trying to get all up in his shit. Wesley, being the excellent dog that he is, paid no attention to them.
Until one of them managed to get out of his collar.
And then ran up and took a fucking chunk out of Wesley's fur. You might not be able to tell this from his picture, but Wesley is kind of a large dog. At least twice the size of the evil cocker spaniel of doom. But being the excellent dog that he is, he held still until the other dog's totally drunk and negligent owner got a hold on hiim.
This is what Wesley has to say about the whole thing:
"So I'm just gettin' my stroll on with my homies in the cut, Joe and Nicole right? Then these two little busta ass, mark ass tricks, try to roll up on me straight violatin'. One of them shark ass slobs takes a little bacon off my neck! So I had to lay the motherfuckin' pimp hand of God down on those sons and daughters of punk ass bitches and bastards. Plus their owner was drunk! Swear ta God, if I see 'em on the block, I'm a cut 'em. I aint got no thumbs but I'll still bust a cap in them bitches. Say word, son."
Thank you, Wesley.
And now, another animal friend of mine.
Penguins!
These are my penguins. I made them in the clay studio at work. A couple of weeks ago, Kristen and I needed a break from spreadsheets and forms and phone calls and all of that stuff, and took a break down in the studio. Since penguins are totally my power animal, I thought it was time I had some in miniature (I already have a big one that Joe won for me at the carnival - he lives on a shelf behind my desk (the penguin, not Joe)).
So I have a big penguin and a little penguin - who sits on his feet, but is not attached - hanging out on my desk. Many thanks to Kristen for talking me through my glazing "panic" and Lucas for rocking the clay studio. We thanked him with Fresca, which I think is always an excellent gift.
More clay creations to come. Glazing is next Wednesday. I already have something waiting. Clay studio = almost as good as shoe shopping therapy.
Mmm. Shoe shopping. Stupid being broke. It totally cramps my therapy style.
And now I have to watch Wesley nap. Because it is just that cute.
