The shoes

I bought.

The sensible shoes.

Which would you have choosen?

How to Spend a Fun Friday Night

1. Go to London Drugs and purchase a rice cooker.

2. Have a delightful conversation with a cashier too young to even think that way about (lack of facial hair, body not yet filled out) about the word recalcitrant and the origins of.

3. Realize Coast Mountain Sports is having a sale and go to see what is there.

4. Look at sandals. Discuss the ugliness of various sturdy and functional sandals with a sales guy too young to even think that way about (lack of facial hair, body not yet filled out). Discover in any barely acceptable sandal that they don't have your size and they feel funny anyway. Admit the sandals you have on are very ugly too.

5. Walk to the car to drive home. Realize that the rice cooker is missing one essential feature that you can't live without in a rice cooker that you bought it specifically for.

6. Take the rice cooker back. Have another delightful conversation with the way too young boy about being recalcitrant and bringing back the rice cooker.

7. Go back to Coast Mountain Sports and try on multi-sport running shoes having more conversations with the too young boy there, explaining how the rice cooker was just not up to snuff and how you really wanted shoes anyway.

8. Get depressed because it has been about 5 years since you have bought a functional pair of running shoes. You can't run. You can't do sports. You can barely walk for a few blocks without being in pain. Running shoes, yeah right, and even multi-sport? No way girl. You are dreaming. Cripple for life.

9. Say good-bye to second too young guy and go to the car and drive home.

10. Eat 4 buns with peanut butter and raspberry jam on them for dinner.

11. Break out in a rash because you are allergic to both wheat and peanut butter.

12. Sleep.

Model who perfected the "I don't care" look

In searching for a non-sulphite dog shampoo, I came across a site for petite dog fashions. Look at the model. Can you tell that she (he?) is loving to be dressed up in all this crazy crap his owner makes and puts on her? And the dog has the same look on her face in every picture. The "I will be pissing on your rug as soon as you let me down and out of this thing" look.

Doggy DAY Care

In yet another effort to provide stimulation, both mental and physical, for my dog, I tried to enroll her in doggy day care here in my small town. The choices are limited: A or B. I talked to both, decided I would see how she fared in both and took her first to Day Care A.

Day Care A:
First, I let all the dogs out of the day care room. I took my dog, who was very very excited about all the other dogs and stood in front of the door outside so no dogs would escape. The lady then took the main other instigator dog out and we went in. My dog decided she hated this cute little terrier cross puppy of 8 months of age. I mean hate him. I mean she thought he should die. So I controlled her on her gentle leader and she was okay with the two other dogs, a 10 pound sheltie and a 4 month old lab. Then the trainer said to let her go, still on her gentle leader and leash and that is when she laid into the other dog. I got her back and tried to take her out but she had to pause to shit and piss on the floor. ON THE FLOOR. INSIDE THE PLACE. Nice. I was asked not to bring her back.

Day Care B:
I just didn't bother to go. Enough.

So we are back in dog obedience for round three.

Yeah and um

So, you know I am starting my own business, or at least, I bought a business and I am starting that up. And you know, that takes up a fair amount of my time, like about 12 to 14 hours a day. Well, did I mention that at the same time I am also renovating the place where I am staying? Not just paint on the walls. Oh no. The bathroom is gutted and being done from the two by fours out. The, nothing like moving on to the kitchen! To top that, I am re-UN-texturing the walls, painting the whole place and putting in new flooring? So how many hours does that take? All that are left? No. Because I am unpacking and re-packing as I go and I have signed up for dog obedience classes as well. Why? I guess I was getting too used to this sleep thing.

At least this way I get my orange bathroom.

ADHD

Today I had ADHD. I did everything I usually do in 10 hours in 3 and then I didn't know what to do with myself for the rest of the day. I read a 200 page book. I cleaned the entire place. I scouted new products and made up three orders for shipment. I did a good day in sales. I was going crazy. I paced. I pulled grass from between rocks on the walkway. I phoned people.

When I got home, I started to re-organize all my files, records, and book-keeping. I paid bills. Now, at almost 2 hours past the time when I usually go to sleep and I am still going. Making signs, watching surgeons take 46 year old ossified babies out of Morrocan ladies. Why not?

In other good news, a friend of mine has had a very successful major operation and only has a 30% chance of having cancer at this point.

Can you see the ADHD by this post?

Dude ...

... if you are going to wear a button up shirt all unbuttoned and jeans that are only held up on your skinny little hip bones, please wear some kind of underwear. I do not wish to see your parts as you reach into your pocket for change.

Just a suggestion ...

... but perhaps if one is wearing low riding pants, one shouldn't be riding a bicycle, as one's whole ass will be hanging out the back jiggling kind of, as one rides.

What to do when the Clock goes Tick?

My roommate's baby is almost two.

My cousin's baby is just over one.

Logically, I don't think I am one to have children in my life that don't go home to other people. I can only take so much of little voices and I need so much time for quiet in my life with no pulling and whining or barfing. I don't do well sleep deprived (which reminds me, the night before my grand opening my one little dog decided that was the perfect time to bark and have diarrhea all night long, so I didn't get much sleep with the constant whining and running him outside and cleaning, poor guy). I like to walk away from shrieking and let someone else to deal with it. I have buttons that can be pushed to send me over the edge. And besides all that, is there anyone out there at the moment who wishes to impregnate me and raise a child with me that I would find acceptable for more than a little while?

All that said and done, why does this urge to run out and gather sperm start to take over my thoughts and make me think that having a baby would be a good idea?

A good idea? For me? What the hell?

But babies grow in bellies and drink milk from breasts and grow up and give more than dogs and cats and take more than dogs and cats and aren't extensions of me.

hm

I've Opened

But was it grand?

I met a lot of people. I met a lot of dogs. I know more that I can only take so much small talk with someone I am totally not interested in talking to and who is not going past small talk and is not interested in having a conversation, but just talking. I have more people who want to work with me and for me than I could ever need but I still have a vital position available and that I can't fill.

I got cards, flowers, calls of congratulations and all this was great and appreciated but someone very important to me choose to ignore that anything important was happening to me and I am kind of hurt by this. I think mostly because I feel I am very supportive of them. Oh well. Friends are a choice I guess.

I am tired and can't wait because in 16 more days, I get a day off.

Home Town

It is funny to be back in the town I grew up in, or more befitting, the town I went to high school in. I keep running into all these people, like that guy I dated and lost it with. Oh, the great memories there. He is married and expecting his first child. I can only hope his techniques, scopes, and likes have changed, otherwise that will be one frigid women. I also saw this really tall stocky guy that I graduated with in a turquoise turbo swift, just about exactly like that one but with more bells and whistles, except less powder blue and more turquoise. I don't even know how he fits in it. This picture does not show how small the actual car is. I also cannot comprehend who would take the time to detail it and pimp it up to make it a turquoise machine like that.

I can't just wait to see who I run into next.

500 Things Vinegar

http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&lr=&q=500%20things%20vinegar

So, I am in the top 3 of 500 things vinegar. How great! I am happy about that. I am also happy that my store was just talked up in the paper. I would make a link for that but our local paper isn't that big and there is no link to that story. What can you do?

And how vinegar is this picture?

Anyway, the 30 plus degree weather here has finally abated a bit, which makes me not so wilty and how about that baking with the hot oven all day in an un-airconditioned place too? Then there was the thunder storms and the forest fires and the smoke that has covered the city and made me unable to breath unless I keep a baby aspirator near me filled with water so I can squirt it up my nose and have some relief from the pressure. Which is better?

Oh I know, it was the one night I was able to go out for dinner, both my mother and I (yes, I went out for dinner with my mother and in fact, she is about the only person I have gone out to dinner with for just about as long as I can remember, sad really) and we both got food poisoning from our baked potatoes. Yes, that was definitely better.

Congratulate Me!

Despite hardly having time to eat and my IBS acting up leading to the rapid exodus of anything consumed, I weigh 115 pounds. Two more pounds and I will be tied with the heaviest I've ever been and 5 more pounds and I will be at my goal weight and the lowest end of acceptable heathly weight for someone my height.

A Mish-Mash Fixer Upper Kind Of

Today my mother and me made a fence to seperate her yard into two parts to keep our dogs from each other. Our dogs do not like each other and have always been seperated, except twice. Once was to introduce them and once was when my dad accidently let them both out at the same time and they got into a fight and my dog ended up just about losing his hand. My mother was never interested in having them together before, saying her dog just couldn't deal with it. But now, with me living here indefinitely, she has decided it is time.

So we built a fence. Partly for accidents if they get out at the same time and partly to have them become used to each other.

The fence itself, apparently we used some sewing stitches to hold it together with the wire we were stringing through it. We were sewing a fence I guess. It looks ... well, as a fence made by two people who have never made a fence before would look. But it is sturdy.