progress

as it stands right now, we're getting a dog from the September run, and she will be fostered until we get back from our trip. we're also narrowed down the name list to the top two: greta and hazel. since the racing names are usually something dumb like "eddie's lucky girl for three years" or some crap like that, the odds of us renaming her are high.

on the work front, i just got another client, who will be paying me to blog about labor laws, which isn't as intimidating as it sounds. and my work experience at the calif chamber of commerce will come in handy, too. it's steady and decent pay and rounds out my client list well. ironically, i'm now making more than i did when i quit my job, which is also great, considering the fact that i'm still part time and don't have to deal with any employer/supervisor bullshit.

lastly, the heatwave has lost a bit of its edge today, and according to the news, it's supposed to drop into the 90s, and the 60s at night. thank goodness! it's so hot, flynn doesn't even want to eat anymore, and that never happens.

i'm melting

can we please move to oregon now? after yesterday's familia blowup, the heat, the fact that i cried so much yesterday that i woke up dehydrated before throwing up (because it's so hot), and the fact that our a/c has been on since 8 a.m., i'm ready for a change. maybe we just need to get out of town for a day and cool off somewhere. maybe i need to not forget to take my anti-depressant for two days straight. or maybe i'm just ready for a change of scenery. all i know is that the only relief i'm getting is eating ice cubes, and if the power goes out this afternoon, more tears will not be far behind.

horses

if i get an email from one more high horse rider today, i'm going to scream.

sunday, bloody sunday

mike is cranky. i got a chastising email from an @sshole. i'm feeling fat and hot and tired. i'm spending (what mike seems to think is) too much money on workout clothes. in short, today sucks.

how i'm currently wasting my time

one of my good friends swears by craigslist. i mean, i think she would buy a house through craigslist if her husband would let her. and so i've been poking around, and i stumbled onto this. i first found it while i was on the phone with kaiser trying to get in to see my dermatologist for a suspicious mole on my back, thanks to dooce and her latest adventures. and while i was waiting on hold, i started reading the best of, and it wasn't long before i was laughing so hard i could barely breathe. and tears were coming to my eyes. and after staying up until midnight last night because the bed was so lonely (while the hubby's away, the wife sleeps like la poo), i think this is about all i can handle today. oh, and i hope my mole is nothing serious, because kaiser can't get me in until the end of august.

it's too effing hot

and if it has to be this hot, why can't i melt away some of the extra padding i'm carrying around?

it's too hot to do the laundry that's piling up. too hot to run the dishwasher. too hot to think/read/sleep. the only thing i can do is watch tv and play solitaire.

why oh why were we not on the ball and shopping for a new h/ac during the spring instead of in the dead of summer? now all the places are wait-listing for six weeks, and mike still hasn't made up his mind who we're going with. just one more quote and then maybe he'll be able to pull the trigger.

granted, it's a good thing we didn't impulsively go with the first guy, because he lied to us about stuff like pulling the permit. nonetheless, the jump from 8k to 12k was quite shocking, so i think mike needs to see if the second guy is high end or average.

i just want a new system that's cold and quiet. is that too much to ask for?

embrace your past

"i don't understand people who hide from their past. everything you live through helps make you the person you are now." ~ sophia loren

why i rule the remote

so mike spent his last day of vacation watching the most god-awful crap on tv. seriously. a hot dog eating contest on espn 2, followed by the world's worst police chases on spike tv. what is up with that? and he just doesn't get why i've been rewatching season one of veronica mars and lost, or why now that we is showing repeats of felicity for the bazillionth time, i still watch them. now THAT'S good tv!

mike is leaving for an overnight work thingy next week, and i've planned to dognap macy again for a few days to coincide with his leaving. it'll be a girls' night, and i guess since flynn has had his penis removed, he's sort of a girl. he is a princess, that's for sure. but between him and moxie and a lost night with storygoil, it should be fun.

halfway through

mike has been home since friday, and he doesn't go back to work until thurs this week. six days off all in a row, and we've packed them full of stuff: breakfast at caf baf, a massage (me), shopping at fleet feet and the mall for our trip, dinner at centro, the gym (three times so far), grocery shopping, visiting greyhounds, moving our new-to-us oversized chair in, santa rosa to see more greys, dinner at paragary's, staples to replenish my supplies, tires rotated on the car, and we're barbecuing tonight. tomorrow we're hitting target after the gym, and going for a swim in the afternoon. and wed mike's donating blood and we're both seeing dr. mags in the afternoon. whew!

i almost blew a deadline yesterday. during dinner out i remembered i owed rob a story. luckily, he's my bro-in-law, so if i had forgotten, it wouldn't have been the end of the world. and i had already completed the writing/editing, i just had to go back and incorporate the changes. but still, so unlike me to forget like that! i blame all the good food i've been eating during this stay-at-home mini vacation.