Sunday, October 19, 2008

I want adventure in the great wide, somewhere!

I know it's been awhile. It is likely to be at least 16 days before I write again. The election is almost upon us. I am tired. Bone tired. Burnt out. Wearied. Shattered. My body aches, and worse than that, my heart aches. I feel restless and homesick. I want to be off doing something, enjoying life. Day trips and road trips and shows and family visits. I want an adventure! I know in my head that, as one of my favorite teachers always said, this too shall pass. I just wish it would pick up the pace, you know?
In doggy news, Silas has gotten much better about accidents in the house, but now he has added humping to the list of aggressive/dominating behavior. I read that when a fixed dog tries to get jiggy with it, it's because they want to display that they are dominant. We're working on proving him wrong. One thing that has helped a lot with that and with the nipping thing has been a spray bottle. A little squirt when he displays an undesirable behavior and he stops for a while. Problem is it's hard to keep the spray bottle with us everywhere and it never seems to be within reach when he gets out of hand. So there is no consistency with it, which makes it a moot point. Maybe I should look into getting a holster...

I leave you with this, a picture! Finally, right? My friend Annie came and visited us about a month ago and took one of the only pictures in exsistence of my dear dog. It was raining that day so he's all messy and scraggly...which to be truthful is a pretty accurate depiction of him.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

I know, I know, I'm a terrible blogger

Silas has taken to pooping in the house in the same exact spot every time. Like it's his own personal carpeted potty. He'll do it right after he comes inside too. I'm really not sure what to do about it. I'm about to break down and pay for a flipping dog whisperer or something. I mean. Really.
Also he keeps nipping at us. And sometimes it hurts. And he still has puppy teeth. I can't even imagine what it will feel like once he has his big boy teeth.
On top of everything, work, my crazy dog, my messy house and did I mention work? On top of everything, people have been really difficult to deal with lately. I don't know if it's cause I'm tired or stressed or a combination of the above, but I take everything anyone says or does at a very personal level and I've been crying at the drop of a hat.
For instance. The boy's little sister wrote a blog post on her myspace about her faith and about religion in general and I commented in a way that I would to any of my friends. I talk to people as if they are intelligent human beings and I want to engage them in logical and thoughtful discussions. Is that such a crime? Well, in any case, one of her friends commented below mine saying, basically, not to pay attention to that "dumb girl your brother is datin" because she is all up on her high horse and who does she think she is? And I got upset. Like crying and almost hysterical upset. And I have no idea why. I cried because some 15 year old kid made fun of me on myspace??? Seriously? I don't know, I think it probably boils down to frustrations over my feelings that the boy's family thinks I'm just another "stupid girl" that he is "datin" even though we've been together for 2 and half years and are very committed. I don't think they'll ever take me seriously, or at least not anytime before our ten year wedding anniversary, which for all I know could be 40 years away.
And then someone else removed me from her facebook friends. And I shouldn't be upset about that. Because I really don't ever want to be friends with her again. We had a huge row about a month ago, and even before that she treated me (in my opinion) quite poorly and did not make me feel happy, which is what I think friends should do. But seriously? Removing me from your friends list? Are we 12????
The end.
PS: I promise to not be such a Debbie Downer with the next post.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Who's a good boy?

Silas hasn't had an accident in a whole week! It's like the most exciting thing ever...
Work is really crazy right now, I have less than 70 days left before the election which makes me nervous and excited and exhausted and relieved and terrified all at the same time. Mostly because part of thinks "holy crap there's so much to do before November!" and the other part of me thinks "thank goodness, maybe I'll be able to sleep a little bit soon" and yet another part of me thinks "ummmmm, I don't have a job starting November 10th and I haven't even thought about looking for one."
So those are the major stresses in my life right now. Not really sure what to do about them.
Last thing: Last night was the first night of the democratic national convention in Denver, and my Senator here in Missouri, Sen. Claire McCaskill spoke towards the end. Her kids, including her daughter Maddie (who I know!!! eeek!!) introduced her. This was the part of the convention I wanted to see. The ONE PART other than Obama's acceptance speech. And guess what? I MISSED IT. I was driving. because I work all the time. Boo. :(

Saturday, August 23, 2008

This is The Boy!

Hello fellows in the blog-i-verse. I am filling my end of the bargain about Silas. I chose the name for a few reasons. First, I heard it and I liked it. Second, it is Latin for: Of the Woods, which Old English Sheep dogs are......kinda. Lastly, it sounds cool. The alternative was Seamus. Seamus didn't fit......thus Silas was dubbed so. Well, bed time for the girl, the dog, and the boy. Ciao bellas.

-The Boy

P.S. The Girl is great, just FYI.

Monday, August 18, 2008

Our house was a very very not fine house.

We are officially out of the crazy place that was our former abode. I learned so much, living there. Here is my list.
1) Never move into a house with 7 room-mates. It doesn't matter how big the house is.
One Kitchen + 7 peeps = a bajillion problems.
2) Never live with males unless you a) are related to them or b) are in love with them or c) nope, can't think of a c.
3) Take away any video games that require physical movement immediately...unless you wish to see male room-mates (referenced above) doing Dance Dance Revolution in 12 year old Super Mario boxer shorts, and nothing else.
4) Don't rent from slumlords. Research the landlords before you move in. If they've sued 80% of their previous tenets? Probly a sign you shouldn't trust your shelter to them.
5) Don't let someone else pick out somewhere to live and don't sign a lease without seeing it.
6) Don't sign a lease 6 months before the move in date. Plans can change. So can friendships and relationships.
7) Did I mention the "don't rent from slumlords" rule? Well DON'T.

So, as you can see we had a pretty crappy experience at our last place. All I can say is: TGIO...Thank God it's OVER!!!!!

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

4 days down....

Around 11-14 years to go.
Having Silas around has been wonderful and exhausting and stressful and calming all at once.
He's only had two accidents, one at my office and one at home this morning. That one was his daddy's fault, because when I left for work he was up and watching the Olympics so I left Silas out roaming around the house. I told the boy that he hadn't gone number two yet. Well, five minutes after I left the boy fell back asleep and woke up two hours later to a...well, "pleasant aroma" wafting from the dining room. Ah well, he'll learn. The boy. Not the dog.
Silas has gotten really messy really fast. I can tell I'm going to be giving lots and lots of doggy baths.
The only other thing that has been a problem/concern with him is his extreme separation anxiety. He of course freaks out when we leave him home alone while we go to work (for now, we're putting him in the guest room with his bed and some toys) but he also freaks out when we're both home but not in the same room. Last night the boy got up to get some water and left me and Silas in the room. Silas immediately began howling and scratching at the door. Nothing I tried would calm him down. It was like I wasn't even there. The same thing happened to the boy when I left for work yesterday. I'm hoping this is just an effect of him being shuffled around for so much of his life and that it is something he will get over as he realizes how quickly we come back.
In other news:
1) Yay! Olympics time! I love love love swimming and gymnastics but I also like some other random sports like water polo and rowing.
2) Guess what? We are STILL not done moving entirely. And our lease at the old place is up in close to 24 hours. It adds to my stress and exhaustion to no end. We are SO CLOSE!

Friday, August 8, 2008

Wormy Tummys

Silas had hookworms!
He was at the vet yesterday to get fixed and they discovered them. If he had gone without medication for another week he would be dead! It's all fixed now, thank goodness, and he should be gaining lots of weight in the next few days and weeks. The boy is down with him now, and he comes home this coming Sunday.
I went to Target today and bought him a bunch of stuff, but not nearly as much as I wanted to! I can tell that this is going to get very expensive, very fast.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Someone's praying my Lord...

Kumbaya. That person is me.
I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. We were moving until 4 am this morning. I just got to work and it's 10:15. That means that I got approximately 5 hours of sleep last night. We didn't stop for dinner till 2, which was especially awesome because I had skipped lunch yesterday in order to get stuff done at the office in time to leave by 5. And the best part? We're NOT DONE YET. Not even close. If I had just one day off it would make this a lot easier, but I don't. And that's a fact I'm just going to have to suck up and deal with. I have tomorrow morning off, I don't have to be at the office till around 1 in the afternoon. I'll skip church and finish moving what I can.
I hope Silas doesn't come home to a house that looks like a tornado hit it...
Oh! We named puppy "Silas." Not sure where it came from, I'll have the boy write a post on his reasoning behind it later.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Swinging away in his Hammock

Well puppy has been picked up from the pound and is doing really well at T's. He plays well with the other animals (they've got a bajillion) and he is sleeping soundly through the night on his hammock. Yes, you heard me right. His hammock. T decided that with all that hair (he has a lot of it, apparently) he would get too hot at night sleeping directly on the floor so she bought him a hammock. This has got me wondering. If she spoils our dog this much, what the heck is it going to be like when we have kids and she's a grandmother? The thought scares me a little.
In any case, at least he's happy. He's had his frontline and a big ol' flea bath, he gets neutered next Thursday and then he comes home to us the Sunday after that. Of course, in the meantime, we have to get a home for him to come to.
The big move is Friday. I work until 5. The boy works till 4. There are no UHauls left in the entire town. This should be fun.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Here I go

Hello all. Since I had to give up my Mac when I switched jobs, I haven't been blogging at all and that has made me so sad! I decided to re-enter the world of creepy diaries on the interwebz mostly because I want to chronicle a very new and important part of my life. My boy and I are getting a dog! This is a surprising, scary and exciting turn of events and I want to make sure I capture every minute of it.
Surprising, you say? Don't most people plan ahead and know that a dog is coming to them? Wouldn't it be the responsible thing to do to research a responsible breeder or apply to the humane society? How can one be "surprised" by dog ownership. Well it turns out the answer is simple.
Step 1) You get a new place where there is a fenced in backyard and they allow pets.
Step 2) Your boyfriend mentions to his mother that you are thinking about getting a dog and have started researching what it takes to acquire one from the local animal shelter.
Step 3) Your boyfriend and you have a discussion about waiting at least a couple months to get settled in both physically and financially before you get a cute fuzzy friend.
Step 4) Your hopefully-someday-mother-in-law calls her son and tells him that she just rescued a 3 and 1/2 month old puppy of unknown breed or origin from certain death at the kill shelter known as her local pound and is gifting it to you and your beloved.
*Important* This must all be done within a time frame of 3-6 days. We did in 3 just to be on the safe side.
So there you have it. Surprising yourself with a dog in 4 easy steps.
In all seriousness, I am very excited to meet the little pup. I hope to have more information, news and pictures soon.