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Saturday, August 28, 2004

So Full

And so tired. My jeans are unbuttoned. They are all getting tight again. I was sure it was just the dryer, but it's time to admit I'm getting fat again. How do I turn this around??? I don't want to have to buy bigger clothes! The sad thing is I have been eating healthier, I think. Not healthy, per se, just not as god-awful nasty greasy as before. I guess I'm not getting as much exercise but it's not much of a decrease. I'm still moving all day long. Things that have worked in the past: side effects of prescription drugs (no-can-do w/out health plan & don't want the drugs anyway), major job/life stress (have enough, thanks), being too poor to eat (i get REALLY cranky when i'm hungry, so NO), and ongoing carbon monoxide poisoning from my car (constant nausea - not fun or particularly healthy). Marching band always kept me in good shape ... Honestly I guess all I can really do is try to be healthier. Eat right, exercise, blah, blah. Any moral support would be greatly appreciated. ;)

Friday, August 27, 2004

Friday Night!

I'm coughing, snotty, stuffy and have ZERO energy. I'm out of generic dayquil. This is my last night with Snuffles, Carabelle, Bernie & the parakeet. I haven't done any cleaning. Guess I have to get up early. Yuck. The Redskins are getting their asses beat.
I watched 10 Things I Hate About You and Blast From the Past. And Animal Planet, which made me cry (easy to do when I feel like crap).
I just got a bit of a mood boost by thinking about the check I'll be getting tomorrow for 2 weeks of pet-sitting.

Blech

Ugh! I can't breathe!

Thursday, August 26, 2004

Moblog!!!

Visit my new moblog at doggiegirl.textamerica.com!

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

Sick

Oops. I was about to start this post when I noticed my ice cream was melting and making a mess. I never eat the stuff cuz I'm not a dairy fan, but with this sore throat and no sorbet or italian ice at 7-11, I made an exception. Usually when I'm eating at the computer, I just leave what's left until I'm done at the computer and then clean up. Forgot about the melting properties of ice cream. Wouldn't have been so bad if I actually used a bowl instead of the carton. Live and learn.
So anyway, yeah, I'm sick. It sucks. My best friend/boss took pity on me and told me to just come in from 4:30 to 7:30, so she doesn't have to stay late and miss her first date with a guy in a wheelchair.
I work tomorrow, then it's a 3-day weekend. (Friday off cuz I worked Sunday.) I'm finishing with this house Friday or Saturday (TBD) and starting my 3 weeks at Dara's house Saturday. Meet her dogs: Rudy, Sancho & Daisy.
My mom asked my sister and I to go to an outdoor performance of Crazy For You in Annapolis Friday night. Hopefully I'll feel up to it. And she needs my help with the mini horses at a Hooves 4 Hope event on Sunday.
My head feels like a pressure cooker. With a leaky faucet instead of a nose. I'm achy, my chest feels tight, my eyes are burning, and I have zero energy. At least my tummy's been doing ok. But it was really miserable working yesterday with the A/C broken at the store. I felt like total shit by the time I got "home." I'm glad I don't have that headache today.
At some point in the next month or 2 I hope to actually spend the time to figure out how to post pictures on this here blog so I can be as cool as those of you who have been doing that all along. Afterall, I have a nifty camera phone and Brian has a pocket PC that will let me load pics to his computer. I just have to not be too lazy to do it. And actually be home.
This camera phone blog thing would be fun too.
I could at the very least contribute to the dog blog.
I gotta go get dressed for work and wake up the dogs for a potty outing and then I'm heading to Ledo's for lunch. I'll probably get SSB (that's kitchen code for Soup, Salad, Breadsticks). Somebody write me a comment some time so I'm not so lonely! The dogs and cat don't have much to say to me.

Sunday, August 22, 2004

Not-So-Hot Water

Went to get in the hot tub last night and it was not hot. No power. Lex (my best friend, who lives in the neighborhood) & I went through a whole lot of trouble-shooting and hunting for hidden switches and plugging things in different places and determined it's the outlet. But circuit breakers are all on. So I don't know what to do. Left a message for the homeowners. I could really use a dip in the hot tub. :(

Friday, August 20, 2004

Something Fishy

Any ideas for a unique decorating scheme for the 30-gallon fish tank I'm going to set up? Or the couple of small bowl/vases/bottles/jars I'm going to put Bettas (aka Siamese Fighting Fish) in? I was thinking of making one of the Bettas out to be a drunk by decorating w/ empty miniature alcohol bottles or putting him IN a tequila bottle. Classy, no?

What The Smell?!

Haha. I'm so punny. Anyway, this little post will just mention that I do NOT enjoy the Snuggle fabric softener I used at the house where I am pet-sitting. I always use softener sheets. At one point I did have the Downy ball for my delicates that don't go in the dryer. But this house has liquid Snuggle. So I used it. And for about 2 hours I could not figure out why I kept smelling a strong odor of bug spray. Turns out I'm actually continually smelling the wafting odor of outdoor scented snuggle from my shirt. Yuck. And I washed at least 8 other shirts with this crap.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Aw Yeah

Hot tub gooood

Monday, August 16, 2004

New House

I can't see my comments. I don't know if they're not working or if it's a problem with a setting on this computer.
I have been at this house for an hour and a half now. I'm staying with Snuffles, a sweet shepherd mix; Carabelle, a wobbly 16-year-old small fluffy dog; Bernie, a friendly black and white cat; & a white parakeet. There's a hot tub on the deck! And a keyboard (for music, not computers). Yay! And cable modem! Woo-hoo! I can't get the TV in the bedroom to turn on.
I was feeling sooooo crappy today. Nasty hangover. Mostly a kickin' headache and dehydration with some icky stomach sensations and hotflashes. I'll rethink ordering a tequila drink the next time I'm at an Irish bar. That stuff was nasty. I'll also rethink drinking more than 1 or 2 margaritas at a time ever again. At least it was a non-smoking bar cuz it's in Montgomery County.
I like weekends off. That's my schedule at the new job, but I've been working them more than not lately because of others going on trips. I had this one off and my sweetie came to stay with me last night. It was great. I missed him so much. We slept until 4 p.m.!!!
I have to work next weekend though. I think I have a 3-day weekend after that though.
I went to Dara's house for dog-sitting instructions this evening. Her house is nice. And the best part is the fence -- no walks necessary for her 3 big dogs.
I should get to bed. I hope it's comfortable. The one I just left was awesome. The mattress was like 80 feet tall. My back didn't hurt at all during my stay. The bed at Gaby the golden retriever's house (next door to the current house) was like a sheet of rock.
I think my allergies are going to bother me here. They did at the yorkies' house. But I'm not taking allergy pills until I'm fully hydrated again.
Aw, Carabelle is snoring. It's cute. Good night!

Saturday, August 14, 2004

Here & Now

What is up with all these rich people having stupid dial-up? Ugh! I'm almost done my stay at this huge estate with the 2 yorkies. I might give the stinkers a bath tomorrow or Sunday. So far the only catastrophe was the major fly population explosion in their formal living room. Hundreds. Ick. Lots of swatting, followed by vacuuming. Then fly paper & traps in the windows. Tomorrow spray.
I really like having a garage. Hate not getting cell signal in the house. Getting reeeeeeally lonely with no good connection to the outside world. And I'm not a big TV person, so I've been bored. The dogs don't DO anything. They just look at me. Or bark at me. They're kinda old. For lack of anything better to do, I've actually been getting enough sleep. But after so many days of that, I can't get tired enough to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. D'oh!
I tried to blog last night but the computer crashed. And I was too cranky (low blood sugar) to start over.
How was everyone's Friday the 13th? Oooooh.... I used to kinda like the creepiness of stuff like that. Now I'm like 'whatever.'
I started to tame the hedgehog at work today. I bought gloves at the hardware store so I could handle it. It's unusually afraid of people and therefore gets really spiky and bites. Making it hard to sell. I made a little progress. Got him (her?) to unroll while being touched. Didn't relax the quills though and kept hissing at me. Next time I'll try rewarding it with mealworms for being brave.
Went out with some girls from Happy Tails. It was great to hang out with them again. Hopefully we will again next weekend.
Once again I am broke. I need to change my spending habits. I need to be more like a grown-up. After all, I'm old enough to have been invited to my high school's 10-year reunion! I don't have much interest in going. And Brian said he wouldn't go. And it's expensive. I was all about going to the 5-year one and couldn't understand why anyone wouldn't. But it was actually pretty lame and none of the people I really wanted to see again were there. I thought it might be fun to go as a lesbian this time and Lex said she'd go as my date, but my hometown is much too small for that. It would be such a scandal and my whole extended family would be bombarded with questions for months.
Another thing that turns me off from going is the whole "What do you do now?" question. I'm pretty happy with my job, but I just don't see telling people I haven't seen for 10 years "I work at a pet store." Maybe if I had stayed at Happy Tails it would be cool to say "I manage a dog daycare." I was voted most likely to succeed. I was going to be an electrical engineer or some shit. But I wasted my parents' money, flunked out of college and I work at a pet store. It's hard listening to my Dad try to make it sound more special than it is when someone asks him what I'm doing now. It sounds like he's trying to sell it but doesn't believe it. (We just had a family picnic.) And there were people there last time who were married and having kids. Now it's been another 5 years and I'm not any further down that kind of a path.
I care way too much about what other people think. I shouldn't. But I always have. The slightest disapproval or disappointment or dissatisfaction with me can crush me. Coming from anyone, stranger or family.
I get scared when I think about the future. I have no plan. I should have a plan. I should be saving for retirement. I should be saving. I should have career goals. I should have a timeline for achieving stuff. But that's not my style. Is that ok? Maybe. But scary. And maybe I'll regret it when it's too late to change it.
I think I'll go watch TV now.

Tuesday, August 03, 2004

Mr. Pickles' Birthday

is coming up. It's Sept. 6. I miss my beloved fat pug. I'm going to have to send a package to him in North Carolina. (Probably not Carolina BBQ Chips, as I send to Wendy for her b-day.)

Dog-Sitting, Dog-Sitting & More Dog-Sitting

Thursday morning starts my month and a half of dog-sitting. I'll be staying with Pepper & Torri the yorkies for 10 days. Their owners are the parents of a high-school friend of Lex. Then it's 2 dogs and a cat in Lex's neighborhood for 2 weeks. Then it's Dara's 3 dogs for 3 weeks. (Dara is a former co-worker.) Just in time ... I'm really missing spending time with dogs every day.