Monday, Monday
Today:
Had a personal agenda for what I needed to get done at work. Boss interrupted to say I needed to get an asinine mailing out to the membership on the topic-that-will-not-be-mentioned (only cause it pisses me off too much). This meant that me, the computer-literate, newsletter editor, employee with lots to do had to stick labels on envelopes and baby-sit the stuffing machine all day long to get this mailing out the door instead of doing something much more worthwhile with my abilities.
Stopped at the grocery store on my way home so the LM and I could have yummy dinner. Convinced myself that buying a 40 pound bag of cat litter WOULD save me money afterall, so I could surely suck up carrying it. Lord knows I carry Gabe’s 45 pound bag every other week. Upon arriving at the check out, I couldn’t for the life of me find my debit card. I paid with my credit card before reaching an all-out panic in the parking lot only to find the card in my purse, just NOT in my wallet.
Arrived home to find that Gabe had chosen NOT to eat anything today. He must have known the dog trainer was coming this evening. Dogs are intuitive, you know. Don’t let his sad brown eyes fool ya, he’s thinking in there.
Vacuumed, loaded the dishwasher and other tidbits before a stranger came into my home. Trainer was late, couldn’t find my door (I’ll admit, the numbering system here makes you wonder if the builder knows Jose Cuervo like I do.) She worked with Gabe for about an hour. Nothing remarkably astounding, but a couple good suggestions. (Gabe is awesome, but since I live upstairs, I have to leave him at the top of the stairs to answer the door and that leaves him the ability to play King of the Hill with unsuspecting house guests. Believe me, he wins. Every time.) At the end of training, as we talked about getting together one more time for some training at the park (‘How to Greet Other Dogs Without Scaring The Crap Out of Their Owners 101’) we realize this trainer used to stop in during our first puppy class over a year ago. Wait, wait, wait. So how long have you been a TRAINER?!? I was not impressed. Not sure we’ll keep the park date.
LM was starving by the time the woman left. He had been so patient, even went and took a shower to get it out of the way while he waited. He finally just came into the kitchen where we were talking and pulled the ground beef out of the fridge and set it on the counter in front of me. Subtle, and yet really kinda funny. It was 8:30 before the wee little lad had dinner. I had vowed not to eat after 7:30 anymore so I missed my window of opportunity for food. I packed up leftovers for my lunch tomorrow and talked with LM while he ate. (He was sending IM’s to my brother which were absolutely hysterical!)
At 9 o’clock – with football already on and I haven’t even been able to watch pre-game, I FINALLY get to take my bra off. I know you women out there understand that one. You men can just nod and say, “oooooooookay”.
It’s now just after 10, John Madden is annoying me tonight and I just can’t get into the game. I must be getting sick. I’m going to head to bed. I have an interview tomorrow and I have no idea what I’m going to wear. Not really a tough question except that the interview is after work, so I have to dress keeping in mind that I don’t want to raise suspicions at my office. Gotta love the challenge of playing the job hunting game.
I bid you all a sweet goodnight. UC and Fish, glad to see you’re both back into the blogging world. Poka, I was beginning to worry about you as well. You are the one who got me hooked on reading blogs to begin with (reading yours!) and then you just stop…for several days…on end….. do you understand the withdrawal that forces me to go through?! You all need to be more considerate of your readerships!! I’ve been forced to just blog hop again lately and let me tell you, that is a scary place out there! Between all the blogs in languages I can’t read to the various products for sale, porn sites and spam – oh and lest I forget, the 4,357 blogs with pictures of someone’s baby! It’s too much!! LOL
Here’s to Tuesday!
Had a personal agenda for what I needed to get done at work. Boss interrupted to say I needed to get an asinine mailing out to the membership on the topic-that-will-not-be-mentioned (only cause it pisses me off too much). This meant that me, the computer-literate, newsletter editor, employee with lots to do had to stick labels on envelopes and baby-sit the stuffing machine all day long to get this mailing out the door instead of doing something much more worthwhile with my abilities.
Stopped at the grocery store on my way home so the LM and I could have yummy dinner. Convinced myself that buying a 40 pound bag of cat litter WOULD save me money afterall, so I could surely suck up carrying it. Lord knows I carry Gabe’s 45 pound bag every other week. Upon arriving at the check out, I couldn’t for the life of me find my debit card. I paid with my credit card before reaching an all-out panic in the parking lot only to find the card in my purse, just NOT in my wallet.
Arrived home to find that Gabe had chosen NOT to eat anything today. He must have known the dog trainer was coming this evening. Dogs are intuitive, you know. Don’t let his sad brown eyes fool ya, he’s thinking in there.
Vacuumed, loaded the dishwasher and other tidbits before a stranger came into my home. Trainer was late, couldn’t find my door (I’ll admit, the numbering system here makes you wonder if the builder knows Jose Cuervo like I do.) She worked with Gabe for about an hour. Nothing remarkably astounding, but a couple good suggestions. (Gabe is awesome, but since I live upstairs, I have to leave him at the top of the stairs to answer the door and that leaves him the ability to play King of the Hill with unsuspecting house guests. Believe me, he wins. Every time.) At the end of training, as we talked about getting together one more time for some training at the park (‘How to Greet Other Dogs Without Scaring The Crap Out of Their Owners 101’) we realize this trainer used to stop in during our first puppy class over a year ago. Wait, wait, wait. So how long have you been a TRAINER?!? I was not impressed. Not sure we’ll keep the park date.
LM was starving by the time the woman left. He had been so patient, even went and took a shower to get it out of the way while he waited. He finally just came into the kitchen where we were talking and pulled the ground beef out of the fridge and set it on the counter in front of me. Subtle, and yet really kinda funny. It was 8:30 before the wee little lad had dinner. I had vowed not to eat after 7:30 anymore so I missed my window of opportunity for food. I packed up leftovers for my lunch tomorrow and talked with LM while he ate. (He was sending IM’s to my brother which were absolutely hysterical!)
At 9 o’clock – with football already on and I haven’t even been able to watch pre-game, I FINALLY get to take my bra off. I know you women out there understand that one. You men can just nod and say, “oooooooookay”.
It’s now just after 10, John Madden is annoying me tonight and I just can’t get into the game. I must be getting sick. I’m going to head to bed. I have an interview tomorrow and I have no idea what I’m going to wear. Not really a tough question except that the interview is after work, so I have to dress keeping in mind that I don’t want to raise suspicions at my office. Gotta love the challenge of playing the job hunting game.
I bid you all a sweet goodnight. UC and Fish, glad to see you’re both back into the blogging world. Poka, I was beginning to worry about you as well. You are the one who got me hooked on reading blogs to begin with (reading yours!) and then you just stop…for several days…on end….. do you understand the withdrawal that forces me to go through?! You all need to be more considerate of your readerships!! I’ve been forced to just blog hop again lately and let me tell you, that is a scary place out there! Between all the blogs in languages I can’t read to the various products for sale, porn sites and spam – oh and lest I forget, the 4,357 blogs with pictures of someone’s baby! It’s too much!! LOL
Here’s to Tuesday!
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