White Out

Denver has been hit by a crazy amount of snow these past few days.  It started yesterday morning.  I woke up, ran the dogs outs and realized I would need to leave for work several minutes early.  I heated up the car, brushed abou 2 inches of snow off and eventually made my way to work.

This morning was worse. I woke up around 5 and leashed the dogs.  I made my way down the steps down to the parking lot, and Boone took a leap, landing in snow up to his shoulders in snow.  “Awww fuck.” I groaned.  Several inches of white powder filled the parking lot, covered the cars and made walking the dogs – interesting.

The snow hasn’t stopped all day.   It’s been coming down at a constant pace.  So, I took the opportunity and left wok early.  I am gonna catch shit from the guys tomorrow.  “You’re from Chicago. You should be used to this.”  I hear them saying. (They say that everytime it snows ” so, do you feel like you’re back home?”) 

I already gor a text fro Madride.  ‘Slacker’ he said, jokingly.  And yeah, I am.  I admitted  it.  And I have the perfect answer for them all tomorrow.

Today was the perfect snowday, I’ll tell them.  And once in a while, you need to just leave work early to go romp in the snow with the dogs.  You need to allow yourself that.  You gotta work to live, not live to work. 

So, while they idle away at work (and i do mean idle, there was nothing to do there today, half the crew couldn’t make it in) I will be having a glas of wine in front of my fire place, I’ll pull on a coat and more boots and go run around like an idiot on the tennis courts with the furballs, and I’ll appreciate the day a little more. 

I love Colorado.

Silent Treatment…..still

Remeber when I went to that wedding with a friend an inapropriately slept with some random guy and my friend wouldn’t speak to me?

Well, he finally spoke to me last night.  Ok, not so much as spoke to me as texted me. And he wasn’t even looking for me, he was asking if my houseguest was around. 

When I told him I was out walking the dogs, i received radio silence in return.  For nearly a half hour I sat, a little irked that he would even bother talking to me at all if it was just to ask if my houseguest was around.  I couldn’t understand the logic behind that.  I get the silent treatment for 4 months and finally, when he does want to say something, it’s to ask where the houseguest is??

Then I considered the possibility that he was using that as an excuse to begin talking to me again.  You know, a litte small talk here, some chit chat there.  And finally, 30 minutes later he sent another text, saying he was sorry to bother me. 

I replied right away that it was no problem at all.  But then his last and final text got me. 

“why did you have to ruin shit?” it said.

I felt my face flush and snapped my phone shut right away.  The line caught in my head.  Ruin shit??  Ruin shit??

He and I have been through a hell of alot in 10 years.  A hell of a lot.  I have a hard time believing, and it actually makes me pretty damn angry, that he would think me sleeping with some guy at a wedding when he and I are both totally single would be what he thinks would ruin our friendship.

Please.  It took him 4 months to say that?  Really?  I think, eventually, he’ll talk to me again.  But it really is starting to irritate me now.   It took me less time to talk to him again when he took a 6 hour road trip to see me, left my party to sleep with some other girl, then came back to my apt, told me it wasn’t what I thought and had sex with me.

That was probably my mistake.  Because, according to his time line here, I really should have taken about 6 years to speak with him again.  Boys are silly.

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I updated….I didn’t know how to do it any other way.  I’m kinda blog inept.  Forgive me.

SOTD 10-22-09

I haven’t gotten alot of sleep this week.  I’ve had alot of weird dreams and the other night i had a horrible pain that i was terrified was a kidney stone.   So, yesterday after work I went right home, lit my fire place, poured myself a good glass of wine and sat in my eggshell chair to watch tv.

Only, the dogs didn’t cooperate.  They were wrestling and being noisy and then the puppy wanted out.   I walked him and Kala and we romped in the snow and I came beck in to settle down. 

Only, they didn’t want to.  They wrestled and played some more and I ignored them the best i could.  I sipped my wine and watched my show and waited for the sleepiness to settle in.

Only, it didn’t.  The glass of wine gone, I leapt up out of my eggshell chair and pranced ito the kitchen.  I finished off the bottle of wine (there was only half a glass left) and noticed the dogs were out of food and water. So, i filled the bowls and then called them over.

OK. I didn’t so much as call them over as I did yodel for them and then do a crazy dance while making even more weird noises.  Usually, my antics only last a few seconds, but the reaction from Boone cracked me up and I continued for another minute or two until I realized my house guest was cracking up laughing.

So i froze. and looked at him.

“You should have a camera follow you around all the time.” he advised.  “You do some of the weirdest shit.   Are you even aware that you’re doing it”

“Of course I’m aware.” I laughed.  “I am entertaining myself.  And, I have had cameras catch my moments…remember my dance down Michigan Ave…and the video from Rome where i fall over laughing?”

Yes, i literally fell over laughing…granted i had been roufied, but still. But ok.  I’ll share some of my odd moments.  It’s a good indicator of some of the weird things i do….

 

Enjoy….

10-16-09

so, I never thought things would get so stupidly crazy, but marcus hit a crazy new low. He made me feel unsafe in my own apt; my own life.  wow, that’s a real friend.

How does that somg go?  “I’m gonna go home load my shot gun…..something about he ain’t seen me crazy yet. He;s gonna see what real girls are made of…gun powder and lead

SOTD 10-10-09

So, Against all better judgement I got that new puppy.  That cute little American bulldog.  A friend for Kala.  

Sometimes you ought to listen to those little voice in your head that say “maybe this isn’t  good idea.”  I tend to ignore them and end up asking myself “Why is there a 50 lb 5 month old puppy romping around my apartment?”

I don’t know why I do these things sometimes.  I mean, money gets tight sometimes and now i am taking on the financial resposibilities of another dog.   One time when i was still in chicago, I was so broke that I had to make a choice.  Kala and I both needed food, and i wouldn’t have a pay check for another week.  I looked at the dog food choices, wondering if it would be possible to just add milk and eat it like cereal.  Coming to my senses, though,I bough a large box of cheerios and kala and I ate those for the next week. 

But things are a little better for me now.I have a better paying job that supports me withought the need to have a bar job on top of it, and Colorado is a bit cheaper then te city life of Chicago.  And a second dog was needed, even if he comes with problems.

After a week here, I took Boone to the vet and asked alot of questions; he had bad scarring on his front legs, he was so thin his ribs poked out horribly and he was sick to his stomach.   The vet gave him a thorough look over and then gave me his opinion.  The dog had been tied up outside and gotten his legs tangled in the rope or chain which aused those gashes and scars across his legs.  He and his brother were probably left fairly unattended out there which is why he ws so thin and he had also probably eaten some rodent feces conatining some type of bacteria which caused the diaherra.

Basically, puppy had  rough start.

But he is good now.   Oh, so good.  Yup.  Uh,huh.  He romps around and collides with things, he chews and botes and jumps and has crazy spurt of energy.  He wrestles with kala when i try to wtch TV after work and he whinees constantly if he is ignored.  Not to mention the aray of other noises that come out of his mouth that i have never in life heard a dog make; he almost sounds like a bird sometimes.

I get tired of it pretty quickly, and get frustrated and wish i hadn’t gotten another dog.  But then, he does something so stupid or soo cute, i forget that i’m angry and crak up laughing.

I also have to remember that he is a great dog.   he learned right away to go to the door when he wants out, he knows his commands; sit, lay down, no bite, off and stop, although he gets too excited ot listen completely sometimes. And, I also have to remember that just because he is big, he is still a baby.  he will be great when he’s older…i just wish he’d get older quickly.

For whatever reason, I like to make my life harder…or, as I explain to the guys at work when they shake their heads at me, I like to keep it interesting.

SOTD: mom’s know everything…

..and my god works in odd ways.

My mom called me tonight around 8 PM my time.  That’s like 10 PM her time.  I typically expect her to be in bed by then (she’s a teacher and has school early)  and am always surprised when she calls at that time.  Or on a weekday.  We usually talk once a week on weekend days. 

But she called to night.  And, wide eyed and breathless, I looked at marcus.  “She knows!!”  I whispered.

“Did you tell her or your brothers?” 

I shook my head.  I hadn’t told much of anyone yet.  I grabbed my phone and ran out to the balcony where  it would be quiet.  And we chit chatted and it was nice.  But then I swear she asked me how the dogs were.  dogs.  Plural.  I just brought home the puppy today.  And maybe it was my imagination, but I almost stuttered.  Thankfully I kept my cool and said simply that she was fine.  But it think she knows. Somehow.

Growing up she always said mothers know everything.  I believe that now.  The day after i got my tatoo, she called.  Now she calls after i get my dog…..weird.

And fucking Loki (my god)  somehow figured this all out. Apparently, the Akita wasn’t te right dog for kala and I.  So, he breaks my car down for 4 weeks and has this dog picture posted on the break room wall to get me in dog mood.  Then the akita is adopted.  But, just a few days later a friend at work’s wife finds out about two american bulldogs that need a home.   It’a all a little more detailed than that, but i’m exhausted and am going to bed.

SOTD 9-13-09

They did it again.  My stupid Buckeyes.   The got me so excited and so pumped up and then just deflated my hopes and dreams in 2 final minutes.

Every year.  Every year they get somewherre and have a big game and they blow it.  They choke.  And I end up curled in a ball on my couch puting and bleeding scarlett and grey.

In my drunken anger last night, I called for the resignation of  Tressle.  I told Marcus I was tired of praising him and reciting that In Tressle I Trust, only to have ot go to work the next Monday with my tail tucked and head down. I talk a big game for weeks and I spit out info and tell them Tressle has got his players primed and ready..and then we lose.

So, today, I will lay on my couch, watch my Fantasy Football points and the games that go along with them and nurse my pride.  By Thursday I will be ready to get back on the Ohio State horse and cheer them through the next game.  Maybe, maybe, we can do something better than last season.

SOTD 9-9-09

Here we go again….

So, just like before; a quick rundown.

With all the bullshit, I took a camping trip with Jake up to Eagle.  Drove my rented Toyota Corrolla up there.   It was gorgeous out there.  Relaxing.   Kala ran around off leash and got to play in the river with us.  Jake and I rafted and walked abandoned railroad tracks that ran high over the river.  We made smaores and he terrified me at night in the tent asking ‘Did you hear that?…..Did you see that shadow?’   and then hitting the tent, making it shake and me yelp.

But it was back to reality again after that.   I got a call monday about the car.  The warranty was accepted, but I would stil be paying for a rental car for the next week while they rebuilt my transmission.  Figured.  I had been excited for that last paycheck.   The way the weeks feel, it was the third in the month and hadn’t been needed for rent or a cra/insurance payment.  I had been excited about having 1000 dollars to put into savings,stocks or just into things i needed for my apt…like a bed.  But no.  Now it was all gone to a rental car and a transmission and the dentist.  But ok.  At least I could cross DENTIST off one of my lists.

Come Friday, however, Jake and I were off again. It was a 3 day weekend and we wanted to take advantage of it.  So, we took his car and drove out to Grand Junction where he grew up.   An unbelievable cool place.  At least the scenery is breathtaking.  The city is like any other big suburban city; this one just has alot of money living in it.  But awesome canyon walls and mountains.  And the drive is really cool…as long as you don’t get car sick.  Being out of Chicago and not driving, and only driving on rolling hills at the most extreme when I did drive, those winding, twisting, turning, up and down highways kind of get to me.  Dramamine became my weekend friend.

But like the weekend before it was over pretty quick.  We drove down the mountains and got stuck in traffic.  And we had to be at work the next day. 

So it went.  I went to work and it dragged by for 8 hours.  Then, and here comes he fun, i went to pick up Vex from the mechanic.  She had a brand new transmission, but she wouldn’t start at all.   Dead battery.

I spent the next 3 hours dealing with her.  I took her first to Grease Monkey to make sure the fluids had been flushed and got an OK there.  But then I took her to Auto Zone.  They needed to charge the battery for 2 hours, so we went for a walk, Marcus and I.  And when we got back, I was told the battery had a bad cell.  I got angry and steam came out of my head, but I silently endured and bought a new battery.  I lied.  Marcus bought a new battery. 

Then we put it in, Marcus and I, and had then check the alternator.  Looked good….looked good…oh, shit, no.  ‘You got a diode that is studk open’

What’s that mean?  It means if I leave my new battery in the car, it’ll be dead by the next morning.  I need a new alternator.  I wanted to kick the car and cry.  I just walked away for a minute.   Then we took the car home, took the battery out, and i grabbed my shit to go swim a few laps and work out the anger anf frustration.

But of course, as only my life and my god Loki would have it, the strap to my goggles broke.  I threw them to the ground and just jumped in the pool and sunk to the bottom.  And, when i floAted to the surface, I did cry.

The day had sucked. The dog i had wanted to rescue already had an adoption pending. (that was another story i never got around to and another flip of the coin decision…the coin had actually told me not to do it, but i ignored it and surged ahead.  lesson learned though, always listen to the coin, it seems to know).  My car dies, AGAIN, requiring more time and work and money that i don’t have, and when i try to destress, my goggles break and so does my spirit for the moment.

I got ANGRY and vowed up and down again that I am joining the marines with Jake.  I wouldn’t need a car or have to pay rent and bills in the military.  Marcus laughs and endures my rant till i puff myself out.  Then we get out of the hot tub (yeah, my life is sooo evil, i have a pool and hot tub where i live as well as my long desired fire place and an awesome balcony that is great for naked tanning all year long).

But I wa also frustrated enough to make the declaration that I am moving to Maui.  And that is how it all starts…

SOTD 8-26-09

Since I don’t really feel like talking or thinking about it anymore, here is my past few days- in short.

My mom got married.  August 14th I think she said.  They had a party at her house, the house i grew up in, and announced it to all of us that they were married.  It’s a good thing for her, and I have no objections.  It’s just weird if I put too much thought into it…like at 27 I have step-dad….I already tried asking “dad” for money. Didn’t work.

My fucking car is still in the shop.  Monday, before flying back out to Denver, I secured myself a rental car for the week.  Things seemed to be going pretty smooth.  Should have known better.

Tuesday, I was told that the inspector is denying my warranty claim, and that if that motion goes through, it’ll be anywhere from 1500-2200 or more maybe, for a new transmission.  I have no idea where teh hell I would get that kind of money.  So, I had to start collecting receipts to show that I have indeed serviced my car. 

Today, my rental car got a flat tire, right where Vex died actually, and at 540 AM I sat there changing a tire..or I at least commenced the process.  A guy stopped on his way out of the complex to help me.  I love being a girl!  But i showed up at work late and with dirty, greasy hands, and yet another story to tell them all about.

And this warranty fight is still going on.  I just hope to my god Loki that they finish it before the cost of the rental cost exceeds the price of a brand new car….

And that has been the past week, in a nutshell-ish.