Sunday Bloggings....

(Photo: Harvard square.....how I wish I was there right now!)

Sunday, ughhhhhh.....Not just Sunday but the Sunday after vacation is one of the worst kinds of Sunday's there are. Quick recap, Boston was amazing....The history, the weather, the people and of course the company....twas all fabulous.

Texas is......HOT, seriously like kill you in the street hot, hide yo kids, hide yo wife hot. Unfortunately I am back in town and reality hits again tomorrow along with another round of the infamous heat wave. With all this heat and after visiting a really great city I started to wonder, why in the hell does anyone live here? It's hot, it's spread out, crummy public transit... there isn't a tremendous amount of historical significance? Why are we doing this to ourselves, so I of course googled it and here is what I discovered:Nothing....Cost of living or something like that.....but for all practical purposes there really is no reason, just a bunch of people asking the exact same question. If any of you have an answer or a deep love of this state (aka the seventh circle of hell) I would LOVE to hear it.

I suppose I am off until tomorrow, so I will spend the remainder of this day eating bomb pops and try to hang my hammock in the deep freezer. Cheers.

I'm on a boat

Bean town vacay has been such a blast I have completely neglected my dear ole blog, I had intended to post as usual but Boston has stolen our hearts ....and we have been spending every waking hour all up in it.

So here I sit, on a ferry to cape cod with my temperamental phone trying like Hell to avoid sea sickness...so I figured I could take this opportunity to say BRB blogland.....Post and Pics to come !

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I should be packing, but.....

Happy Saturday ! I didn't really plan to blog on the weekends, but what a great reason not to do chores!

Photo: Mom and Jerrett hamming it up at the Ranger's game.


I hope you have found yours more productive than mine, considering I have watched 5 episodes back to back of Animal Planet's The Haunted. Now, not only am I not packing for my trip to Boston and New York with my beau, I'm not even at my home. Of course now that I have been thoroughly terrified about haunted houses there is no way in hell I am going back to stay by myself in a nearly 200 year old building!

So a night in at mom's is just what the doctor ordered: Mom, Animal Planet and maybe a movie...it could most definitely be worse.
To illustrate the general tone of today I offer you this gem my mom just busted out.
1:30 pm Mom: "I need a vodka."

Me too, mom ....me too.

Why it's a really good thing I don't have children.

4am: I wake up to Rua my pride and joy barfing all over my bed, sheets, handmade quilt my aunt made me. Lovely. Immediately I strip the sheets, get a new set put the gross ones in a pile (potentially to burn) put a bowl of water in the bathroom with sweet barfing Rua and shut the door on her, ahhh...problem solved. Right.

6am :Open bathroom door, there is my sweet darling pooch drenched from ears to tail in her own pee, seriously...this is happening. Immediately I throw her in the bathtub, who doesn't want to give their pee soaked pup a bath before the sun rises.. As I try to will my feet not to slip and slide on the pee soaked tile I think to myself, this is why I don't have kids. I wasn't being particularly cruel to Rua, I may have dropped the F-bomb once or twice but I didn't spank her and tell her she was a bad dog, but still my attitude kind of sucked and definitely left something to be desired.

This also gave me time to reflect on my own mother, I have always had a bit of a chip on my shoulder that my mother wasn't June Cleaver, when I was sick and barfing on her carpet my ideal mother would say "there there, how's about some ginger ale and crackers" and in reality my mom had gotten pretty ticked that I couldn't make it to the bathroom in time, this was a terrible shortcoming of hers in my opinion....until now.

7am: Here I sit with a sleeping semi wet dog, and my guilty conscience and as soon as 8am rolls around I'm going to call my mom and tell her what a good job she did.

Happy Friday!

Sit, stay ....play dead.

Dog training is one of those things that seem really easy until you have a dog, and then it seems really ridiculous to think you could make this crazy animal do anything you want! This is especially frustrating for me, as I am a behavior modification therapist....completely trained in all the techniques that they use at Petsmart, or mans best friend etc....I do this for a living and with humans!

Recently I have adopted a pup, her name is Rua and she is super sweet and adorable....she can also be terrible. She only sits when asked about 40% of the time, "stay" is not in her vocabulary and because of some medical issues she has a lovely habit of eating poop! Also, I am completely convinced that she believes that this is her apartment and that she graciously allows me to pay rent and clean the place for her.

I have been slacking big time in the training department, to say the least and I have had about all that I can handle. For the past two weeks I have really been diligent to take the bull by the horns and get this, who's the boss thing situated. Results.....Rua is still allowing me to live here, how kind. She can sit on command about 60% of the time, "stay" still is fuzzy...however the boyfriend has been teaching her "halt" which seems to bring him copious amounts of joy to hold up his hand like a Jedi and command the dog to halt. However all is not lost, we did manage to teach her to give high 5's and high ten's. Who needs sit, when your dog can pound it.

Take one

As far as I am concerned this is my way of sitting down over a cup of Joe dishing with a friend, so there will be typo's...there will be bragging about my wonderful boyfriend, book reviews, also there will most assuredly be pictures of animals especially mine and hopefully some funny stories along the way too.

Where to start..........

You could say that this blog is directly in response to a close friend of mine sharing her blog with me, so naturally I wanted one. Speaking of, you can check hers out at alrightsonowwhat.blogspot.com . But to be totally honest, creating a blog has been on my mind for about a year... toying with the idea of ranting and raving on a public forum and a place to share all of the ridiculous things that happens to me, the wild things I hear at work or just about anything I would say to a girlfriend over coffee seemed like a rather charming idea..... and the narcissist in me is salivating over this! But aside from the obvious self involvement this could also be a way to stay connected with friends near and far much more in depth than a status update.

Let the blogging begin.