Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Text Message Tuesday: my friends are hilarious

I am in a texting group with three of my besties. We typically have one text exchange every few days, and individually, we are very funny people.

Collectively, we're freaking hilarious.

One of the things that sometimes happens is that one of us will be out of commission (meeting, karate practice, swim practice, derby practice), and when we get back to our phones, or turn them back on, we have roughly 40 messages awaiting us.

Sometimes, something very special happens, and one of us goes through a patch of no signal. When the others find out that is happening, they send entire messages.


It's what we do.

I spent the first two weeks of my cell phone billing cycle without wifi, which completely sucked all the data right out of my plan.  I'd mentioned that to them, so I'm currently on very sparse away-from-wifi data.

So, last night, at derby practice, I put my phone on airplane mode. I actually do this every Monday, because that warehouse sucks my battery dry trying to find a signal for two hours straight.

Here's what I came back to:

Don't you wish your friends were hilarious like mine?

Monday, July 28, 2014

Summer Update part deus

So, I covered three books yesterday in my summer reading update. 

Today, I'm going to blame someone else for making me read the next two. 

Once Upon a Time, my sister (who, like my mother, doesn't even read magazines she's so "not a reader"- which is translated in my brain as "is from another planet") was going on a beach vacation with her boyfriend to Cabo San Lucas. She needed something to read, and I guess a book was far too cumbersome to carry in her backpack, so she asked to borrow my kindle so she could read 50 Shades of Grey. I let her borrow the kindle, and then even went so far as to download the book for her, since I wasn't sure of her aptitude for that task. 

I was a little disappointed that the book would be on my kindle, but what can you do?

Fast forward to a few weeks ago, and KC finally decided to read that little book that I was so obsessed with that one time, Outlander. I talked to her midway through the second chapter, and she said it was slow. I promised her it would pick up and she'd be obsessed. I'm sure she thought I was nuts. 

Until I got texts from her cursing me for ever introducing her to the books because she was staying up until four am each night/morning? reading. I told her that I was reading primarily from my iPad, and also had the next five books in the series downloaded on my kindle, and she was welcome to have it and read them. She was thrilled (her husband- notsomuch.) 

I charged up the kindle, and then decided to see how far the sister ever got on the grey book. Turns out she didn't get past page four (not even kidding), but that got me to reading it a bit. 

And we all know that once I've read a few pages, I've got to finish the book. I've got to know what happens to the characters. I'm invested. 

And since I read the first one, I had to read the second one too. (I've been able to hold out on reading the third one. The writing is that bad.)

The thing is... these were very quick reads. Anytime there was anything risqué going on, I skimmed over it until I got back to dialogue or plot. As you have probably heard, that cut out about 60-75% of the novel for me. It wasn't too bad after that. The second one was the same way. There was also something about her "inner goddess", and I skipped that part too, because it was just plain stupid. 

So, this is where my whole summer reading plan got derailed, because I found a blog that mentioned some books she was reading and so I wrote them down. One sounded intriguing. 
And so, on Friday night, I started reading Dear Mr. Knightley. I really do have a thing for Austen novels, and this one referenced both Austen and Jane Eyre often (and she is probably the literary character I most identify with and love the most).

It was written in letter/diary style, and so Saturday night, when I sat down to read some more, I just kept reading one more entry, and then one more entry, until it was 2:30 am and I was finished.

I woke up Sunday morning and reread a bit of it again.

This book was rather predictable, and I knew who Mr. Knightley was well before I think I was supposed to, but it was sweet, and a nice change after reading the other tawdry novels that I had just finished.

I like that word tawdry.

So, now the question lends itself... do I read from the list or go rogue again?

(Answer: I just bought the physical book The Giver,  and I can't even imagine why I didn't put it on the list. So that's next up on deck.)

Tomorrow: a Text Message Tuesday showing why my friends are freaking hilarious.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

Summer Reading Update

Way back in April, I made a list of books to read this summer.
I was going to try to read 12 books, which I knew was ambitious, but I thought I could do it. I consider 'summer' to be from Memorial Day to Labor Day, despite the fact that some of those days still require me to be in school.

This list was a mistake.

Not deciding to read more- that wasn't a mistake at all. Despite the fact that I stayed up until 2:30 this morning reading, and have such a book hangover that I couldn't make it to church, reading is never a mistake, for the most part.

The mistake was listing which specific books I should read.

I've read six books this "summer". But only three of them are on the list.

I've been reading blogs and such and getting recommendations here and there, and my "to be read" list has grown to 51 books, with only 10 read (and two read that weren't even on the list to begin with).

Since I've last written about books, I've read six of them.
I'll tell you about four.
Then I'll tell you a story in which I read trashy, trashy books, but blame others for having to read them, and then another funny story on top of that.

The first of these I read was Me Before You.

This book was so good that I read it on my mac during any spare fringe moments I had at school. But this book...

This book wrecked me.

I knew what would happen, and how it would end.

I saw it all coming and yet I sobbed uncontrollably for a good twenty minutes. I mourned this book.

This is a damn fine book, but not one to be taken lightly. I had to put it down and let it rest for a while... not reread my favorite parts the next morning. (Weird, quirky habit I have)

And then, I made another big mistake. Huge mistake.

I read this book next.

I actually listened to it on a drive to Lubbock. I don't think I will ever not have a book to listen to on that five-hour drive. Being able to listen to this made it go by so fast.

But the drive home? Sobbed in my car for thirty full minutes of the drive home. It wasn't pretty.

I don't recommend reading a book about a teenager dying of cancer while a good friend of yours is dying of cancer. Big mistake.

Despite all the hype, and the sobbing from the book, I'd overall give the book a good solid "meh."

See, the book is full of and primarily about high schoolers. While the story is good and compelling, the book itself has "Dawson's Creek Syndrome". (I didn't make that up- read it somewhere).

This book has a bunch of high schoolers talking like they are grown thirty somethings discussing politics or waxing poetic about the world around them.

I've been around high schoolers, and had discussions with them, and they do not talk like this.

Next book:
I really liked this book. It was a nice change of pace from the other two sob-inducers that I read. I read this one pretty quickly, and immensely enjoyed it. I went back to my habit of rereading the best parts the next day.

It's a good book, light, but not quite chick lit, and I think they're making it into a movie, and there's a sequel coming out any day now, that I'll be sure to read.

A sweet, light read, and a much needed break from crying.

Later, I'll regale the tales of two trashy 'novels' I read and a book that I started on Friday and finished last night. Or this morning.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Saturdays are for... { Summer Edition}

In summer, 
Saturdays are for...

... snoozing on the couch after an early morning wake up. 
... trips with puppies to the Farmer's Market.
... mascara and lip gloss and nothing else.
... puppies that need a snooze after such a grand adventure.  
... favorite flip flops. 
... taking out the trash like a grown up. 
 ... reading a new book and a bite to eat before shopping. 

... shopping for school bookshelves 
... listening to a summer soundtrack while running errands. 
 ... getting in a little practice after being off skates for three weeks. 
(they're not pink... that's just the lighting).
... cooking dinner and a glass of wine. 

And then I quit taking pictures and watched 3 episodes of a new show that's 
really not that good, but I watched it nonetheless. 

I do love Summer Saturdays. 

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.


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