In honor of National Lazy Day, I think I will call in to work, sleep in until noon, move to the couch and watch a little TV, munch on some chips while watching TV, move to the chair on the other side of the living room to get a new angle of the TV, get up and get a new bag of chips, move to the couch to take a nap, wake up and eat more chips, watch more TV, go to bed for the night.
Nah, I'm just too lazy to do all that.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Robbed
Ahh, the smell of the gentle breeze blowing in your face; the sound of the crisp yellow and orange leaves crunching underneath your feet; the thought of football season is right around the corner in your mind...Is it already autumn? NO! It's the experience I go through whenever I'm standing in my backyard...all the leaves have fallen from my trees and everything is dry and bare in my backyard because it's been so gosh-darn HOT around this mug! Grrr...I should still have another month to enjoy the beauty of summer. I'm not ready for fall! I'm not ready, I tell ya!
Monday, August 08, 2005
What a relationship!
Does this couple not even talk to one another when they travel?! Six hours of silence is a LONG time...
Weekend recap
Friday: Dentist appointment cancelled--Yippee! Partially clean house, do laundry, give Simon a bath. Get nails done. Come home and continue cleaning house. Find six credit card applications. Shred said applications, put shreddings in prepaid envelopes, and post on the mailbox. Play with Simon. Put bandaids on scrapes where Simon "playfully" bit a chunk out of my foot. Give Simon a treat for finally acting like a boy dog when he plays and not running under the bed like a sissy. Watch TV. Drive to Wagoner to have dinner with friends. Watch more TV before bed.
Saturday: Wake up at 7:30. Play with Simon. Continue cleaning house. Do load 8 of laundry. Get groceries. Play with Simon. Do loads 9 and 10 of laundry. Go to my 2 year old nephew's birthday party. Note: Two year olds do not want clothes as gifts, they do not have an attention span long enough to open 15-20 presents--once they open the cool toy, it's over, they do not want to eat cake and ice cream--they want to play with new presents, and they could care less who came to the party. Go home. Play with Simon. Go to Mom and Dad's. Play Skipbo. Catch Simon outside rolling in another dog's poop. Call Simon a "Stinky Pot." Go home. Give Simon another bath. Do load 11 of laundry. Go to the 10 o'clock showing of "Wedding Crashers" with sister. Go home and crash on bed.
Sunday: Wake up at 7:00 to Simon licking my face. Tell Simon to leave me alone and go back to bed. Wake up at 7:30 to Simon pouncing my face. Let Simon out to potty. Get back in bed. Wake up at 8:15 to Simon barking at the neighbor's dog. Put Simon in his cage. Wake up at 8:45 to start getting ready for church. Go to church. Make yummy tortilla soup. Nap. Go to church again. Make cinnamon chips for snack. Watch "Dr. Quinn." Put Simon to bed. Sigh at the realization that another weekend has come and gone.
Saturday: Wake up at 7:30. Play with Simon. Continue cleaning house. Do load 8 of laundry. Get groceries. Play with Simon. Do loads 9 and 10 of laundry. Go to my 2 year old nephew's birthday party. Note: Two year olds do not want clothes as gifts, they do not have an attention span long enough to open 15-20 presents--once they open the cool toy, it's over, they do not want to eat cake and ice cream--they want to play with new presents, and they could care less who came to the party. Go home. Play with Simon. Go to Mom and Dad's. Play Skipbo. Catch Simon outside rolling in another dog's poop. Call Simon a "Stinky Pot." Go home. Give Simon another bath. Do load 11 of laundry. Go to the 10 o'clock showing of "Wedding Crashers" with sister. Go home and crash on bed.
Sunday: Wake up at 7:00 to Simon licking my face. Tell Simon to leave me alone and go back to bed. Wake up at 7:30 to Simon pouncing my face. Let Simon out to potty. Get back in bed. Wake up at 8:15 to Simon barking at the neighbor's dog. Put Simon in his cage. Wake up at 8:45 to start getting ready for church. Go to church. Make yummy tortilla soup. Nap. Go to church again. Make cinnamon chips for snack. Watch "Dr. Quinn." Put Simon to bed. Sigh at the realization that another weekend has come and gone.
"It's just 'things' Amy"....my Mom always says. Well, THINGS matter to me, Mom!!
I love my new dog. There's not much that he does that I don't think is absolutely adorable and makes me want to love and squeeze him all day...
However, I guess we never sat down with him and told him just how much my DVDs mean to me; how much money I have invested in my time-consuming hobby; how when I am in the shower and Mike is sleeping, it is NOT okay to crawl into the entertainment center and get one of my FAVORITE DVDs and munch the crap out of it. Oh, yes...got out of the shower and found him gnawing on one of my "Friends" DVDs. I. Was. NOT. Happy. Why couldn't he have grabbed the dumb Play Station games that Mike never plays with?! Note to self and Mike: Close glass on entertainment center when not in use.
Pretty sure he got in trouble and I stayed mad at him for like ten whole minutes. Think that him getting in trouble backfired because he wouldn't play with me for the rest of the day. It is true. My dog pouts.
However, I guess we never sat down with him and told him just how much my DVDs mean to me; how much money I have invested in my time-consuming hobby; how when I am in the shower and Mike is sleeping, it is NOT okay to crawl into the entertainment center and get one of my FAVORITE DVDs and munch the crap out of it. Oh, yes...got out of the shower and found him gnawing on one of my "Friends" DVDs. I. Was. NOT. Happy. Why couldn't he have grabbed the dumb Play Station games that Mike never plays with?! Note to self and Mike: Close glass on entertainment center when not in use.
Pretty sure he got in trouble and I stayed mad at him for like ten whole minutes. Think that him getting in trouble backfired because he wouldn't play with me for the rest of the day. It is true. My dog pouts.
Friday, August 05, 2005
Poochie
Aww, the only time my dog wants me to hold him is when I'm eating something he wants. :( I feel so unloved...
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