Thursday, July 10, 2014

Ten on the Tenth: {Day off edition}

It's the tenth of the month, and every so often 
I remember to realize it's the tenth and 
also to take pictures. 

8:ish- getting my car AC looked at
Because no AC in July in Texas is no bueno

9:ish- catching up on blogs and Kelly and Michael

10:ish- catching up on some snoozles because I had to get 
up earlier than normal to make the car appointment 

11:ish- catching up on laundry. 
It's an exciting life I lead. 

12ish and 1ish were rather boring: 
laundry from washer to dryer, and another episode of Firefly

2ish- catching up on Project Life... 
I'm almost caught up from week 8
This week is week 28. 
So, there's that.

3ish- This should be a picture of Daisy laying on the porch, sunning,
but she saw me come out to take the pic and moved. 
So, now she's sleeping under the coffee table. 
And I'm still working on PL.

4ish- talking on the phone
5ish- working on a project for camp next week:

6ish- cooking dinner

7ish- a little glass of wine to go with dinner

8ish- binge watching Sherlock Holmes 
Season 1, Episode 2

Monday, July 07, 2014

Around Here: Daisy edition

First of all, we are going on Day Four of Daisy vs. the Steps, and we've made exactly zero progress.

Tonight, I'm pulling out the big guns. The treats I give Daisy when I leave the apartment every morning. No matter how mad she is at me (for leaving again so soon after coming home), She can't not eat them.  She loves these treats. She just can't quit them.

So tonight, I'm putting a little piece of one on each step until she understands that I want her to go up the steps on her own and not demand my assistance between the hours of midnight and six am.

Until then, I'm putting the steps to good use.

Last night, I brought a little treat with me before our Steps 101 class, and while I cleaned some clothes off the bed, I put the bowl on the top step.

All she had to do was climb right up there and get them.

She stood on her hind legs and sniffed for a second.

And apparently decided the risk wasn't worth the reward, as she left the snack completely alone for over five minutes.

These steps may work out for me after all.

I've often thought about adding another dog to the family, but Daisy and I have a good thing going, and a good routine down, and that always wins out.

Especially our summer routine.

Every night, when I go to bed, Daisy is asleep just under the bed. Sometime during the night, she hops up on the bed, and snuggles right next to me. I sleep with one arm under my pillow and one arm stretched out on the bed.

Every morning, when I wake up, she is right there under the outstretched arm. So, yes, I wake up every morning to a dog backside in my face, but it's a pretty cute one. I roll over, and she readjusts.

I get up and get in the shower, and when she's ready to get up (which is never immediately), she comes and lays on the bathmat by the shower.

After her morning constitutional, I sit on the couch with a bowl of cereal, and she snuggles up next to me, always touching, and dozes back off.

When I come home for lunch, I tend to lay on the couch and watch tv or take a little snoozle, and she's right there at my feet.

Sometimes, she lays her head down on top of my foot, and it renders me immobile.

Daisy and I have a pretty good thing going, especially during the summers.

And her snore is telling me that it's about time to take this party into the bedroom.

For Steps 101, Day Five.

The death of me, I tell you.

Friday, July 04, 2014

Daisy vs. The Steps

This dog is going to be the death of me.

Daisy has a problem getting up on the bed. Yes, she turned 11 in April, and that contributes to a very small part of the problem. It's not the real problem, though.

The real problem is my dad. Even though she's a dog, and he's an educated human being, this little Shih Tzu (not a lot of zu) has him WRAPPED around her little paws.

Exhibit A:
A conversation we had a little while back after he took her outside at my apartment. He was concerned because she stopped about halfway back up the stairs and looked at him like she couldn't take any more of the stairs or go any further. He carried her the rest of the way.

Please. I assured him she was playing him.

Exhibit B (the REAL problem):
She never ever has to even attempt to jump on the bed at his house. He always lovingly places her there and includes lots of snuggles and kisses. The little Shih T(zu) doesn't have to even lift a paw there.

At my house? notsomuch. She's perfectly capable of getting onto my (raised) bed, but she does take some encouragement (GET UP ON THE BED, #$%%$!) She manages to make it without my assistance. Every.single.time. She does, however, require me to prove to her that there is absolutely nothing in her way on the top of the bed that she may run into, and then, fall off. It's super fun at 3:19 in the morning.

The last time I took her to the vet, she did a complete once-over and noticed that Daisy's hips were showing some signs of aging, but not bad. Sigh.

So, I went yesterday and bought her this contraption:
Pet stairs.

While I was hoping this would help her with her legs, I was also interested in it giving me more freedom to continue to sleep in the middle of the night when she decided she was done napping under the bed and was ready to move to the top of the bed for the real sleep.

I got her the stairs (at 20% off), and brought them home and put them together. By put them together, I mean snapped the locks into place. It was super easy, and I was feeling very good about this.

Daisy, however, was wondering what in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks I had brought into our house.

Like a good and encouraging pet owner, I went and sat on my bed and folded some laundry, waiting for her to come and investigate. I put it right next to where I was, and waited.

She looked at it, and then went around to the other side of the bed to scratch at it and bark for me to move the laundry so she could have a clean shot. Good Lord.

She then came back around to my side and looked at it.
And looked at me.
And looked at the steps.
And looked at me again.

This is where I knew I may need to intervene. So, I put her halfway up the steps, and stepped back.

She jumped off the side of the steps.

This is when I knew we were going to have a problem.

Eventually, she just climbed underneath it and took a nap.

I tried again later in the evening.

I put the steps on the side of the bed that they would normally up against, and took her over to them. I picked her up and tried to put her on the middle step.

When I went to put her on the steps, her legs splayed out like I was trying to put her in a bath. I put her down and she immediately jumped over the side and ran out of the room.

And at 3:19 this morning?
Insisting to be let up on the bed.

This dog is going to be the death of me.

Tuesday, July 01, 2014

Text Message Tuesday: Donkey

I'll do the monthly update later.

For now, since it's Tuesday, and I'm texting The Aunt from my desk, I thought I'd let you in on the crazy a little bit.

Other recent text messages between me and The Aunt (upon the announcement that The Sister and her boyfriend are ring shopping):

My friends are pretty funny too, tough:

It's not easy being hilarious, but it helps if you surround yourself with hilarious people.

Monday, June 30, 2014

Around Here- June edition

Things have been busy here, and just last week I put VBS to bed. 

Time for a quick bullet point before I do the monthly recap tomorrow in honor of the First of July. 
(Seriously?! July?!)

My class got me a helmet as an end of the year gift. 
It was awesome. 

I binge watched both seasons of Orange is the new Black. 
Now I have to wait a year for season 3, but it was the best.ending.ever.  

I also binge watched two seasons of Call the Midwife.
A vastly different show. That I loved just as  much. 
I downloaded season 3 on iTunes.  
 We took the pup to the ballgame. 
Have you ever seen a happier puppy?

My awesome facilities staff created our awesome stage. 
Couldn't have been happier with it.  

Daisy and I spent some some quality time birdwatching.
But mostly napping. 

The parents and I went to the Bush Library

And I had a delicious summer salad. 
So good. (The glass of wine was nice as well).

Oh. And this happened. 

Tomorrow- month's end wrap up. 
And hopefully a long-overdue pedicure. 

I am failing at summer.

*I wrote this sometime about a week ago. And apparently never pushed "publish"*

Alright, I admit the title may be a little dramatic.

Since writing it, I've taken a nap, and have a bit of a better grasp.

Summer has been in effect for exactly two weeks: ten days. (I don't count weekends)

Why do I feel like I have failed?

Because I'm busy.
Super busy.

Some of it is my summer job, but most of it is not.

I have been babysitting multiple times. Sometimes KC's kids, sometimes not. Either way, I really like both sets of kids. They're really cool kids to hang out with.

I've been heading to the parents house and helping them with this and that.
KC has moved, so I'm helping some with that.

But I'm just absolutely exhausted.

Summer fails:
- I have not blogged as much as I wanted to.
- My mantle has glittery reindeer on it.
- My patio has exactly no plants on it.
- Tonight (Friday) was my first nap since Sunday. That is NOT okay during the summer.
- I have not had ONE single snow cone since school got out.

Summer successes:
- last week, I took a nap
- I have watched the entire two seasons of Orange is the New Black. I loved it, but was ready for it to be done towards the end. I finally caved and signed in to Netflix.
- I have been in the pool. Twice. And, with little kids- it is really fun. No sarcasm. It is actually fun.
- Lunch with my bestest group of girlfriends.

In lieu of a summer manifesto, like I did last year, I found this great printable that organizes it a little better for me. It is a manifesto of sorts, but right now, it's my new favorite thing, and hopefully with it, I won't fail at summer so badly (or maybe just be less dramatic).

Let's do this.

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Going to the movies with zombies

Tonight, due to a few mishaps and such, KC and I had a chance to do a little bit of shopping, grab dinner, and go to the movies. Without kids. It was quite a treat.

We decided to go to the dollar theater, to see the movie Noah. This proved to be an interesting choice. When we left the theater, all either of us could say was "Well. That was interesting."

Even though they tell you not to use your phone during the movie, some of us just turn the brightness down to nothing and sneak looks here and there. (See: ADHD) Sometime around the beginning of the movie, I looked at my phone and realized that the apps were shaking, looking to see who would be deleted next. One had already been deleted. I spent most of the rest of the movie trying to figure out which app it was.

I love going to the movie with KC, because she understands and puts up with and indulges me during the entire movie. For example, when Noah asked the little girl (who would later be played by Emma Watson) what her name was, she laughed when I said "Hermione." Later on, when all of Noah's sons grew up, I also noticed that one of them was Percy Jackson. It did not surprise her at all when I leaned over and said "Who knew that Hermione was Percy Jackson's sister-in-law?"

But the movie. Such a weird movie. There were multiple times where either KC or I or both of us were absolutely hiding our eyes from the gore or violence or chaos, and repeatedly throughout the entire movie we just kept looking at each other and sharing faces that said "whiskey tango foxtrot?"

All of the times we covered our eyes, gave each other the glances, or exclaimed "OH! That's not OKAY!" everyone in the theater sat nonplussed, calmly watching the movie.


There was a huge 'jump scene'. Ham put his hand down and someone grabs it out of nowhere! There was dramatic music to accompany this, and I tried to jump straight into KC's lap as she tried to jump into mine. Both of us screamed, flew into the air, and slapped our hands over our mouths to avoid full out screaming.

And everyone else sat in the movie theater, nonplussed, calmly watching the movie. KC suggested that they all must have seen the movie beforehand, but I'm sticking with my original theory: they were all zombies.

As we were leaving the parking lot, with KC driving, we were discussing what parts of it were real and what parts were Sci-Fi (because it went way beyond fantasy), and I decided to read the real story from Genesis.

Except my Bible app was deleted.

Can't even make that up.

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Scenes from early summer

I have been on summer break for three days. 
Day one: Walked into my office 
(I have an office this summer!)
and found this:

Daisy is utterly confused when 
I come home at lunch time. 
It takes her a few minutes to get off the couch
and realize it's me that just came through the door. 
Otherwise, it clearly hasn't affected her too much:

In the spirit of summer, I tried my own little concoction.
One of my students got me a lovely raspberry lemonade mix 
for an end of the year gift, and I may have spiked it a bit. 

Many people are surprised that I go straight to work after my school year is over. 
This is the typical look of my days:
 I'm in a quiet office, all to myself. 
I have music in the background, gummy bears 
to myself, and office supplies and things I need. 
It's a quiet little paradise. 
A complete 180 from my normal loud paradise. 

And don't you worry. 
It's day three of summer and day three
of napping with this girl.
Sometimes it's a quick snooze on my lunch hour 
(I get an uninterrupted hour!)
And sometimes, I take a whole afternoon off 
(without sub plans!) 
and we curl up in the cool bed and snooze. 
Her, always touching me, tucked in the crook of my knee.

I love summer. 


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