Sent My Caffeinated Doggy to The Groomers

I rolled out of bed this morning, thinking I would get an hour or so of work done before I took my 11-month-old puppy to the groomers. It is a real fancy place. Fancier than me. My dog gets more regular fancy cuts than me. Not to say that when i do get my hair done, I don't go to the best, because I really do. Just to say that Sierra gets her hair done every 5wks at a fancy-pants doggy salon.

Anywho, that isn't the point. The point is that I logged onto my work computer at the coffee table (one of my favorite places to work in the house). I grabbed a glass of iced tea with some sugar and a splash of milk. Set that down next to my computer. Walked away (there's my first mistake) to go pull my hair back and put on respectable working from home clothing (a Hamlet t-shirt and running tights).

That is when I hear it "clink clink clink." Crap. I rush out to the living room, "Sierra, LEAVE IT!" She looks at me, like "what, mom?"  She was half on the coffee table, half on the couch DRINKING MY ICED TEA. She drank half of the glass, no joke. She just walked casually away like nothing had happened. I got a new glass, and she eyeballed it the rest of the morning. Dammit. You never EVER introduce your puppy to caffeine and sugar.

So. Long story long, I feel really bad for the groomer.

Magical Items and Skeletons who drop the golds

Diablo III is out, folks. Well, officially for what, a week already now?

I have to say, I love this game. It combines like, four of my favorite things: Money grubbing, loot grabbing, monster thrashing,and co-op. Srlsy, I'm AWESOME at dungeon crawlers. I still remember playing the first one...all locked away in my dark bedroom with only the soft, evil glow of the computer screen to light up my mesmerized face.

Of course, I don't know how fun I am to play with. My boyfriend thinks I'm adorable, but I imagine my game tomfoolery probably just annoys the hell out of everyone else. BF seems to like my annoyingness (this is a word because I said it is). Most people run around killing things and silently gather their gold and loot, saving mention for when we go back to town to sell or trade. "Who needs a magical staff of plus 10 mutation?" Or something of the like. Me? Oh, no. I'm super excitable. Everytime a monster drops gold I squeal with glee, "MONIES!" And I mean, every time. Items? Almost as bad. If they are magical items, I definitely make people wait while I clear my inventory so I can pick them up. Cause, there is another thing, I COLLECT EVERYTHING TO SELL. Because, even 2 gp is worth my effort. mwahahahaha

I am really good at collecting shit and killing monsters, just sayin.

This saturday is beer and diablo day. We tried for last saturday, but we stayed up too late (5am) the night before playing rockband. I felt less than human on saturday. I think we got in maybe 4 hours of play total. One of my friends commented, "isn't it just the worst when your video game playing time gets in the way of your video game playing time?" I think he broke my brain.

MONIES!

Note the moment in time I lose my mind

I had to leave work early today to be home while our windows were getting screens. I had to continue working (technically I still am, I just needed a "holy crap I've lost my mind" break). I'm carrying on a conversation with my boyfriend to make sure he knows what is going on, and at the same time trying to help the workers, all while trying to update a report database/edit stuff. Please do note the actual point in the conversation in which I lose my mind.

 silly:  nice!

cheaper that way I assume

hell, we could've done that in that case, but what do they charge?

 Sent at 3:02 PM on Wednesday

 me:  eh don't know. too lazy to worry about it to be honest. I have to edit this report. considering how long we have put off making screans I have no faith in us actually doing it

 silly:  yeah, that's fine. I want it done. especially that one.

had we known, we probably could've gotten that done a long time ago. actually putting the screen in is easy.

 me:  well, we need to rescreen the sliding screen door.

 silly:  yeah, just have to either get anti-pet screen or a metal thing first

otherwise she's just going to eat it again

 me:  we also need someone to fix the springs in the windows...did gordon ever call you back about that?

 silly:  nope.

I need to call him, just have to find time. ugh.

and need to figure out the fan control situation.

 me:  we also need the part for the door and the part for the floor

 silly:  yep.

 me:  i think there were more

 Sent at 3:06 PM on Wednesday

 silly:  think that's all that was left for him for now. we also have that fan we could try to put in the guest room, though there's a small chance I could do it without dying.

 Sent at 3:07 PM on Wednesday

 me:  I was rhyming. I'm not listening unless it rhymes with "floor, door, and more," you whore

At this point my boyfriend catches on and plays along...

 

 silly:  you are very mean and your games are a bore .

 Sent at 3:11 PM on Wednesday

 me:  only because when losing you're sore

 Sent at 3:17 PM on Wednesday

 silly:  as can be attested to by many volumes of lore.

 Sent at 3:25 PM on Wednesday

 me:  do these volumes account for the fact that when you sorely lose you roar?

 Sent at 3:27 PM on Wednesday

 silly:  I think you are confusing that for when I sleep - I snore.

 Sent at 3:29 PM on Wednesday

 me:  are you sure that's not the sound of wild boar?

 Sent at 3:36 PM on Wednesday

 

Then he just stops...

In case of zombies, wear good shoes

I bought a pare of Merrell Barefoot casual shoes from REI not too long ago. I don't often feel the need to justify an expensive shoes purchase because, well, I'm a woman and shoes are just a necessary item.

Anyway, I wear these shoes almost every day. Not only are the cute; They are functional. In case of zombocolypse, you can rest assure that I will have good footwear.

I mean, the zombocolypse is not likely to happen at a convenient time. It will probably happen while I am at work. Or shopping. Definitely not while I am in the comfort of my own home.

Therefore, it is of the utmost importance that I be wearing good shoes at the time. Shoes that are cute, comfortable, and will withstand the test of time: ZOMBOCOLYPSE TIME.

Funny, the one time my boyfriend didn't need me to justify a shoe purchase. Ah well.

Ideas from a Salon

I went to get my hair done with my boyfriend's mom on Sunday. We had a lovely time. As per usual the conversations tend to center around food and cocktails, as the three of us love cooking and drinking. We were talking about the stuffed chicken breasts I had cooked for dinner that week, which turned to me saying "I really need to get a mallet so I can pound the chicken out and roll it." Saul, our phenomenal hair guy, busts up laughing. "You should really get a mallet and just giggle every time you pound the chicken...it will freak Richard out."

I am so doing this.