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.