My dog literally could not wag his tail for about 20 of the last 24 hours.
And I don’t know if you know, but I’m kind of obsessed with my dog. I’d do anything for his cute face. So when something is not right in his world it pretty much turns into a nervous break down [...]
Archive for the ‘My naughty beagle’ Category
7 Nov
Nothing like a broken spirit
17 Aug
Day 1
It’s funny how just one day takes me right back to where I left off all those weeks ago the night before I lost my job – a place where life was safe and secure.
I met Jeff in the driveway after work this evening with my dog’s leash in hand. We futzed to throw dinner [...]
16 Aug
The night before
I’m not going to lie, I am a little nervous about going to work being away from the house for a whole 8 hours . I mean, I did get used to sitting on my ass all day.
Here are some of the things that are gonna be tough:
– Leaving my dog. I fell like he’s [...]
31 Jul
Before I met you…
I never…
…owned a baby dog.
…rocked out at a Widespread Panic, Bob Dylan or a Waterfest show.
…danced. Like for real, not slow-style.
…ate a radish.
…played poker or cribbage.
…drank entire pots of coffee, grocery shopped for one meal at a time, drank (that much) beer that actually tasted good.
…slept with my back to the door, which is a [...]
29 Jun
Don’t tell Grandma
Jeff’s mom spoils me rotten. And she did it again for my birthday.
With a new Coach purse. (She promises she got a rock star deal so that makes me feel a little less guilty about her getting me another beautiful bag.)
She knew when she walked in on Saturday that she was going to be “in [...]
22 Jun
Copy cat
I can’t…
Change my own flat tire. Drink coffee without cream and sugar. Exist without coffee. Stay mad at my dog for more than 42 seconds. Resist drinking all the juice out of those lemon shaped things filled with lemon juice. Live without water, Jeff or chapstick.
I can..
Drive a stick shift car. Eat an entire frozen [...]
21 Jun
The last 48 hours
I’ve wished all the appropriate dads in my life a happy day.
I sang “Short Dick Man” out loud. Including the stuttery part. You know, “don’t, don’t, don’t…”
A close friend of ours became a father.
I went to sleep before the sunset after spending the day at the beach.
I got the first sunburn of the year. And [...]
10 Jun
On Jack
I know people are trying to be friendly and all, but give me a break.
Around our condo building no one knows our name. We’re simply Jack’s Mama and Jack’s Daddy. Even when people talk to us to our face. That though, I don’t really mind.
You know that theory about how it takes a village to [...]
18 May
Memories
We have a hard time hanging things on the condo walls.
The fact the walls are so oversized makes it hard to decorate. On the flip side, leaving the walls blank makes me feel like we’re under some sort of lease that’s going to charge us $20 per nail hole when we move out. We own [...]
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