When we moved into our house this past December, there were teddy bears hanging from the ceiling fans in all 3 of our spare bedrooms. I just realized that ALL of them are still hanging in their rightful places. Procrastinate much?
Last night I decided to go on a run without Buster, because, let’s be honest, his legs are kinda short and he stops to sniff things a lot. Sometimes when I walk him, he’s on a mission and will race-walk the entire way, and other times, he will stop halfway through and sit down, as if to say, I am over this shit, carry me home. Sometimes I do carry him, for lack of time. Ryan Gosling understands.
There is a neat little 2.5 mile loop that starts and finishes at my front door. Our neighborhood has two entrances, so I run out of one, down some side streets which all have sidewalks, and then in the back entrance and back to the house. This is SUPER CONVENIENT. Except for one little problem…
The elevation. It goes something like this:
It sucked. So badly.
Afterwards, I changed clothes and headed to my mom’s house to watch the finale of Pretty Little Liars with one of my sisters. It’s good teen soapy fun, and also, there is nothing else on during the summer except for Big Brother and The Bachelorette, so…it’ll do. The finale was good but also super frustrating.
Things that bothered me:
Is Garrett the only cop in this town?
Why did they wait so long to take off their heels while running through the woods?
Why is the kid that plays Toby SUCH a terrible actor?
Why did they get Megan Fox’s doppleganger to play and English professor?
Why didn’t Dr. Sullivan just tell them who A was over the phone?
Why did Aria wear a skull necklace with a party dress (probably) from Forever21?
Among other things. All in all, it was fine. I have a theory about who A is though.
I think it’s Lucas.
Admittedly, I didn’t watch all of the VMAs. I tuned in just in time to see Beyonce perform, drop the mic, rip off her tuxedo jacket, and cradle her baby bump. I was ecstatic until I realized that everyone already knew, thanks to the pre-show reveal. I think it would have been cooler if she hadn’t spilled the beans earlier in the night. Oh well.
Anyway, from the recaps I’ve seen/heard, here are some things that are making me wonder what is happening with the world.
Lady Gaga, who looks like that guy who used to date Christina Ricci (is he ever going to do better than that?):
Britney Spears, trembling at the thought of kissing Lady Gaga in drag. Just once I would like to hear Britney not read from a teleprompter, just to see if the hamsters in her head are still running in their wheels.
Adele, who can do no wrong, except in the fingernail department. Is this a case of unfortunate nail polish, or scary franken-nails?
Nikki Minaj. YES to all of this. Is that a tail made of stuffed animals? And a glittery SARS mask? If I ever get to attend an awards show, I’m going to duplicate this.
Beyonce’s baby bump. Woot woot! That kid is going to be pop culture royalty.
Was the snake Justin Bieber’s subtle personal tribute to Britney Spears? Or was he just being creepy?
Anything that I missed?
This conversation just happened:
Me: Oooh! Look at these wedges. They’re only…$228.
Hubs: You can have 5 pairs of those shoes.
Me: Wait, five pairs?
Hubs: Yeah, if you let me buy a generator for tailgating.
Me: I could adopt 5 puppies for that amount of money!
Hubs: No puppies.
Me: What about these boots?
Hubs: How much?
Hubs: You can get them for your birthday.
Me: Wait – that was hasty. I want to change my order.
Hubs: To what?
Me: A Marc Jacobs purse.
Hubs: You can have anything that’s less than $325.
Hubs: Anything that’s not breathing or needs to be fed.
Me: …Right now?
Hubs: EVER. It can’t be breathing or need to be fed, ever. If it was previously alive and is now dead, like the leather on those boots, then you can have it.
Me: (long pause…) You’re no fun.
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I am a crazy dog lady. If I were single, I would be a puppy hoarder, no doubt about it. I just love them. Growing up I had all sorts of pets: goldfish, frogs, lizards, turtles, betafish, hamsters, gerbils (to replace the suicidal hamsters…more on that later), but I wouldn’t touch any of them. Especially not the hamsters, with their little scissor teeth. I am a puppy person. I will plead the 5th on my feelings regarding cats, because I don’t want to alienate any of my nonexistent readers.
We got our dog Buster from a pet rescue back in February 2011, and I freaking love him. My only worry is that he’s home alone for too long during the day. He has no problem holding his bladder while we’re at work all day, and he doesn’t have separation anxiety, but I feel bad that he’s all by his lonesome, and I’ve heard wonderful things about adding a 2nd dog to your family as a companion for the first one. The biggest pro I’ve heard is that your dogs will play with each other instead of messing with you. There are lots of times where Buster is all, I will keep punching you in the ovaries until you throw this tennis ball, and it would be nice to have a break from that.
I had to twist my husband’s arm for about 5 years before he finally relented (out of sheer exhaustion) and let me get Buster. Now, six months later, he’s not super interested in adding another canine companion to our household just yet, or ever. I’d been using my old strategy of sending him pictures of adoptable dogs from Petfinder.com, with captions like he will be euthanized if we don’t go get him! Or doesn’t she look like Buster’s long-lost sister? which he finally got fed up with, I guess. So he made me a deal.
If I can keep my mouth shut about dogs for the next 9 months, then he will let me get a 2nd dog.
The problem is, looking at dogs online is one of my favorite things to do. Now I can’t send him pictures like this:
(Go here for reference: http://youtu.be/nGeKSiCQkPw)
But I think I can do it. My ovaries might depend on it.
For a semi-helpful article on adding a second dog to your household, go here. And if you have any advice for me, please leave a comment!
Poor little guy…