My dog has recently decided that she is a pretty, pretty princess and I need to invest in a grooming table.
Yesterday, I came home from work and settled into a routine I haven't had for awhile because her coat has been so short: daily brushing. I haven't brushed her in a few weeks, actually. I grabbed her brush and started grooming her while she stood on her bed. Usually she is pretty good, but this time she started wrestling with me and trying to take the brush. A game, perhaps?
Apparently not. She just didn't want to be on the ground. I pulled the hair out of the brush from the first round and walked toward the kitchen to throw it in the trash and start again (determined to wrestle her into submission).
She followed me, prancing along in her perfect little poodle walk. While I was de-furring the brush, she hopped right up into one of our pub-height chairs. She just sat there, pretty as a picture with her stupid smiling face just looking at me. I walked over to her, ready to pull her down, but her tail started a little wag. She closed her mouth and gave me this, "I'm ready for my royal treatment. Love me," expression. I figured, "okay fine, I'll brush her up here."
Perfectly behaved. She turned her head right and left and cocked it at the right angle so I could brush her face and behind her ears. She didn't try to get the brush or wrestle, but she did have this look of bliss on her face. She stood up when I needed to brush her hind legs and belly and sat and gave me one paw at a time for her chest and front paws.
I don't even know. Apparently she refuses to be groomed on the floor now, but I am not complaining because it's easier for me. I can't wait to tell the groomers.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
From Tough Mudder to Engagementmoon
(warning: this is just a mental dump. Unedited.)
Saturday, September 22, 2012 started out like any normal day. I was headed up to Northstar with my boyfriend to compete in the tough mudder challenge. 11 miles of fire, ice, mud, water, and numerous other obstacles. Totally normal day.
My brother, our friend Sarah, and I started out at 1:20pm. 4 brutal hours later, we finished. I was so banged up. Sunblock in my eyes the whole time. In and out of cold water. But I tried every single obstacle and succeeded on most.
We crossed the finish line, where my man was waiting and taking pictures of thewhole thing. (He actually got to a spot about an hour in and took pictures of the ice bath obstacle. I was so excited to see him, I ran over and gave him a kiss - best morale booster ever).
After some chaos, we finally made it to the surprise he had planned: He got us a little rental condo at a Squaw Valley ski resort. SO PRETTY. I showered for an epic 30 minutes or more, trying to get some of the the muck off of me. I was broken, tired, hungry, and coming down with a cold. Bruises everywhere, swollen eyes.
I got out of the bathroom....to dimmed lights, rose petals, champagne, cheese, and crackers. And a proposal.
Whaa???
He said that I wasn't just his tough mudder, I was the most adorable and fun person he had ever known and asked if he could keep me around forever, if I would like that. To which I said "I would totally love that!"
Just a normal saturday, right? lol
And now, I am sitting in a gorgeous condo on South Padre Island, TX...working (well, obvs right now I am blogging, but I have legit writer's block so I am doing this to get the juices flowing before I go back to my other project). I get to work with a view of the water. Go runningon the beach in the morning. Play in the ocean in the afternoon. And, best of all, I'm spending a week in paradise with my FIANCE.
Best idea ever, to get away right after you get engaged. Judging from the activity on my facebook page, it will be kind of crazy back at the office.
Funny, when I think about where I was in my life not just two years ago. Two years ago, I was engaged to someone else. Someone who turned out to be a total...psychopath. Sociopath? Not sure which one really. He left me, basically at the alter. But not before completely destroying me. I went from being a strong person to being totally dependent on him. I let him cut off my parents and even destroy a friendship before it started because he didn't like the girl (She is totally my best friend now). He left me for a woman I thought was my best friend. I ended up moving in with HER soon to be ex husband because she left him for my betrothed (weird, I know). The bizarre set of circumstances led me to where I am now. Totally happy. I feel like...I don't even know. It was meant to be.
The man I moved in with, whom I had known for years, as we were all friends, turned out to be my soulmate. I was so nervous about the living situation, I had never really had a roommate before. But I moved in and everything clicked. We talked about everything and helped each other heal. We learned that we like most of the same things, had the same values and beliefs, and we were emotionally going through the same thing. We did EVERYTHING together. I brought him around all of my friends. We went on trips. I made him decorate for Christmas...lol. I found MYSELF. I started to do all of the things I loved. Things for ME that made me happy. I could be a better and happy person. Richard found he could do the same. Those happy, healthy people? We fell in love.
And then. well, we were dating. And living together as a couple.
Two years later. We have a lovely home. Good jobs. Each other. A puppy. and now engagement.
I guess. I guess what I feel is lucky and happy.
So, to my ex: I don't even hate you anymore. I honestly wish you had just left me sooner or I had kicked your butt to the curb so I could have been with my now-Fiance sooner. I feel like I wasted so much time. Richard was always there. I saw him all of the time. I wish I had known he was the one. So, you can keep your crappy memories, and broken home, and slutty wife. I have a shiny new world and I am finally able to be myself again. You were right when you said you were dragging me down. I'm not sure you believed it when you said it, but it was totally truth.
To my fiance: I love you so hard. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I never really knew what it was like to be loved until you. You give me strength and I can only hope that I do the same for you. In this next year of wedding planning, I know our relationship will only get stronger. Every day is an amazing new day to be happy and enjoy our lives together. Our relationship grew out of ashes, but sometimes you have to slash and burn to grow the most beautiful things. We were horribly hurt, but we healed each other. We were alone, but we took each other's hand and squeezed it so that we weren't. We started out on a journey together, as companions, partners, lovers, and friends. It's the best journey ever.
Saturday, September 22, 2012 started out like any normal day. I was headed up to Northstar with my boyfriend to compete in the tough mudder challenge. 11 miles of fire, ice, mud, water, and numerous other obstacles. Totally normal day.
My brother, our friend Sarah, and I started out at 1:20pm. 4 brutal hours later, we finished. I was so banged up. Sunblock in my eyes the whole time. In and out of cold water. But I tried every single obstacle and succeeded on most.
We crossed the finish line, where my man was waiting and taking pictures of thewhole thing. (He actually got to a spot about an hour in and took pictures of the ice bath obstacle. I was so excited to see him, I ran over and gave him a kiss - best morale booster ever).
After some chaos, we finally made it to the surprise he had planned: He got us a little rental condo at a Squaw Valley ski resort. SO PRETTY. I showered for an epic 30 minutes or more, trying to get some of the the muck off of me. I was broken, tired, hungry, and coming down with a cold. Bruises everywhere, swollen eyes.
I got out of the bathroom....to dimmed lights, rose petals, champagne, cheese, and crackers. And a proposal.
Whaa???
He said that I wasn't just his tough mudder, I was the most adorable and fun person he had ever known and asked if he could keep me around forever, if I would like that. To which I said "I would totally love that!"
Just a normal saturday, right? lol
And now, I am sitting in a gorgeous condo on South Padre Island, TX...working (well, obvs right now I am blogging, but I have legit writer's block so I am doing this to get the juices flowing before I go back to my other project). I get to work with a view of the water. Go runningon the beach in the morning. Play in the ocean in the afternoon. And, best of all, I'm spending a week in paradise with my FIANCE.
Best idea ever, to get away right after you get engaged. Judging from the activity on my facebook page, it will be kind of crazy back at the office.
Funny, when I think about where I was in my life not just two years ago. Two years ago, I was engaged to someone else. Someone who turned out to be a total...psychopath. Sociopath? Not sure which one really. He left me, basically at the alter. But not before completely destroying me. I went from being a strong person to being totally dependent on him. I let him cut off my parents and even destroy a friendship before it started because he didn't like the girl (She is totally my best friend now). He left me for a woman I thought was my best friend. I ended up moving in with HER soon to be ex husband because she left him for my betrothed (weird, I know). The bizarre set of circumstances led me to where I am now. Totally happy. I feel like...I don't even know. It was meant to be.
The man I moved in with, whom I had known for years, as we were all friends, turned out to be my soulmate. I was so nervous about the living situation, I had never really had a roommate before. But I moved in and everything clicked. We talked about everything and helped each other heal. We learned that we like most of the same things, had the same values and beliefs, and we were emotionally going through the same thing. We did EVERYTHING together. I brought him around all of my friends. We went on trips. I made him decorate for Christmas...lol. I found MYSELF. I started to do all of the things I loved. Things for ME that made me happy. I could be a better and happy person. Richard found he could do the same. Those happy, healthy people? We fell in love.
And then. well, we were dating. And living together as a couple.
Two years later. We have a lovely home. Good jobs. Each other. A puppy. and now engagement.
I guess. I guess what I feel is lucky and happy.
So, to my ex: I don't even hate you anymore. I honestly wish you had just left me sooner or I had kicked your butt to the curb so I could have been with my now-Fiance sooner. I feel like I wasted so much time. Richard was always there. I saw him all of the time. I wish I had known he was the one. So, you can keep your crappy memories, and broken home, and slutty wife. I have a shiny new world and I am finally able to be myself again. You were right when you said you were dragging me down. I'm not sure you believed it when you said it, but it was totally truth.
To my fiance: I love you so hard. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I never really knew what it was like to be loved until you. You give me strength and I can only hope that I do the same for you. In this next year of wedding planning, I know our relationship will only get stronger. Every day is an amazing new day to be happy and enjoy our lives together. Our relationship grew out of ashes, but sometimes you have to slash and burn to grow the most beautiful things. We were horribly hurt, but we healed each other. We were alone, but we took each other's hand and squeezed it so that we weren't. We started out on a journey together, as companions, partners, lovers, and friends. It's the best journey ever.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
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.
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.
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
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!
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.
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.
Monday, May 21, 2012
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.
I am so doing this.
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