Basil sheds a lot. I spend a great deal of time vacuuming up after the fur that doesn't seem to like here and jumps off to hang out on the floor. I can't keep up, due to the fact the sun came out and it warmed up and thus the hair is leaping off the dog at leaps and bounds. I just looked in the bed she has taken to sleeping in, and there are huge clumps of hair in there and I just cleaned it out on Friday. A week later there is another dog worth of hair in there. It is like I'm in the dirt hole again.
Basil Bea and I have been enjoying the sun shine though, Basil more than me. I'm a rain and cloud gal, Basil is a sun puppy. She worships the sun. Its good she has fur, or she's go through gallons of sun screen.
In other news, to fix my teeth will cost some 5,000 bucks. Whoo hoo! I wish I had piles of money to toss around. Then maybe I'd feel better. The number freaked me out so much, I drove over to the fancy building the Anchorage School District is located in and got a sub packet. They totally mean business here. There are like 110 things I have to do and they want professional things too. I can't remember the last time I was professional. Oh, wait, I do. 2006. I don't think I can write a rec for myself, since I have been pretty much working for myself (admit badly) for the past three years. My husband pointed out I don't know how to make a profit or really have the head for business, I'm too nice. This is true. I am too nice, which was why after I spent a year telling everyone I was going to be the CEO of AT&T I realized that was stupid. I wasn't driven enough to be a CEO. Technically, I am a CEO and I'm not very good at it. Trust me, I know I am not good. I know, while running something like Ireland Scott, I need to be nice to a certain degree, as that is how you get loyal customers, but, well, customer service isn't a strong point at AT&T. They are a large, greedy corporation, thus they make the big bucks while I loose tiny bucks. I don't really care, as I am mostly doing ISD to amuse myself and be able to share something with people. I love purses, but I only have two shoulders.
That is it. Other than Basil Bea is sleeping in her won hair, as I didn't clean the bed out after I noticed it was caked in fur. No wonder she smells. That and she licks herself all the time.
16 August 2010
Death by Brownie
I've eaten four brownies today. Why must they be so good? It is tragic they taste so good because I want them ALL.
Plus, I keep eating them with frozen yogurt, so I think tomorrow i need to go do at least two miles on a treadmill somewhere.
Plus, I keep eating them with frozen yogurt, so I think tomorrow i need to go do at least two miles on a treadmill somewhere.
15 August 2010
Lumpy Head Blues
I have a lump on my head from where the airplane fell on me. It makes me kind of grumpy.
I made super dark chocolate brownies. They aren't very pretty, so there are no pictures. They do taste rather good. I might try them again.
I feel like I am out of touch with the world. I'm not sure why. I get this way sometimes. Mostly after I had dreams containing a girl with long curly hair. It is kind of strange, as sometimes it feels like it is totally normal to be completely out of touch.
I took Basil Bea for a walk this morning and it was the strangest thing. I walked out the door and it felt muggy and hot outside. I had to think for a moment where I was. I was in Alaska, as I was pretty sure I had not teleported myself elsewhere. I walked the dog and we both came home and collasped.
"This is like our walks in the Dirt Hole, Dog," I informed her.
Basil Bea fell over on the tile and panted.
"I can't remember the last time I sweat this much when I wasn't attempting to run like a moron," I went on.
Basil dunked her head in her water bowl.
"I think my bra is sticking to me. I did not miss this. Why does the weather channel think it is only 57 out there?"
Basil pulled her head out of her water bowl and fell over on the tile again.
"I'm going to go upstairs."
Basil followed and sat in front of the fan.
Later, after I had showered and was in shorts and a tank, I realized I was freezing.
"Basil, why am I cold?"
Basil stared at me and curled into a tight ball in her cage. She was cold too.
The sun had gone away and it was cloudy. And cold.
I made super dark chocolate brownies. They aren't very pretty, so there are no pictures. They do taste rather good. I might try them again.
I feel like I am out of touch with the world. I'm not sure why. I get this way sometimes. Mostly after I had dreams containing a girl with long curly hair. It is kind of strange, as sometimes it feels like it is totally normal to be completely out of touch.
I took Basil Bea for a walk this morning and it was the strangest thing. I walked out the door and it felt muggy and hot outside. I had to think for a moment where I was. I was in Alaska, as I was pretty sure I had not teleported myself elsewhere. I walked the dog and we both came home and collasped.
"This is like our walks in the Dirt Hole, Dog," I informed her.
Basil Bea fell over on the tile and panted.
"I can't remember the last time I sweat this much when I wasn't attempting to run like a moron," I went on.
Basil dunked her head in her water bowl.
"I think my bra is sticking to me. I did not miss this. Why does the weather channel think it is only 57 out there?"
Basil pulled her head out of her water bowl and fell over on the tile again.
"I'm going to go upstairs."
Basil followed and sat in front of the fan.
Later, after I had showered and was in shorts and a tank, I realized I was freezing.
"Basil, why am I cold?"
Basil stared at me and curled into a tight ball in her cage. She was cold too.
The sun had gone away and it was cloudy. And cold.
14 August 2010
Its Sunny in Fairbanks
Or so Pilot Boy says.
Its been oddly rainy and gloomy here for the past week or so. More so than usual. I decided to try to begin a new story that has been milling around my noggin for the past couple of days. It is not going too good. I remember now why I don't start new stories that I have been milling in my head: they don't turn out. The best ones are the ones I just kind of sit down and start and don't put a lot of thought into.
In other news, an airplane fell on my head last night.
Granted it was a wooden toy airplane, but it still hurt like my head was going to die and roll off. It hurt more than when I'd crack my head on those stupid trees. I hate those damn trees.
Almost as much as I hate that damn wood airplane made in 1997.
At least the Thai can of coke didn't fall on me. That would have hurt and been a sticky mess.
Its been oddly rainy and gloomy here for the past week or so. More so than usual. I decided to try to begin a new story that has been milling around my noggin for the past couple of days. It is not going too good. I remember now why I don't start new stories that I have been milling in my head: they don't turn out. The best ones are the ones I just kind of sit down and start and don't put a lot of thought into.
In other news, an airplane fell on my head last night.
Granted it was a wooden toy airplane, but it still hurt like my head was going to die and roll off. It hurt more than when I'd crack my head on those stupid trees. I hate those damn trees.
Almost as much as I hate that damn wood airplane made in 1997.
At least the Thai can of coke didn't fall on me. That would have hurt and been a sticky mess.
05 August 2010
How I became an Alaskan
I went to the DMV and got a new license. I also changed the color of my eyes, so things are totally cool now.
I am from Chicagoland and I hate DMVs with a flaming passion. Going to the DMV means getting up at the crack of dawn, standing in line waiting for it to open, waiting in line inside the building and then waiting in chairs, then more lines, more chairs and four hours later you might leave with what you want. It took almost 6 hours to get my license the first time when I was 16. When I turned 21, I was in Scotland, so when I got home, I got up early (it was easy, I had been up since about 3 am) and stood in line and was in and our in an hour. After I got married, my parents gave me "my car" and we were in there for only maybe an hour to get plates. We figured that trip would be a 4 hours trip. People fear the DMVs so much in Illinois, they started a sticker program to renew license if you're a good boy or girl.
The only time I got quick treatment in Illinois was when I hunted down the DMV in Belleville, IL. The longest treatment was to get plates for the stupid monstrosity we drove up here.
The only other state I ventured to the DMV was Indiana and I didn't clock how long I was there, I just knew it was rather painless. I didn't have to do anything. I do not belong to Indiana, I have only ever belonged to Illinois.
Till today. I joined Alaska. And, while it did take quite awhile, and there were forms, the forms were not confusing. Which is a huge plus in my book, as I hate forms that make no sense (Illinois has a few of them.) Anyways, I got a new license and we got the car plated. If we were just in there got get new licesnes, the process would not have been too long. If the car we got plated had been new or not a rebuild, that process would have been REALLY fast. All in all, it was a pretty good experience.
Then the sun came out.
I am from Chicagoland and I hate DMVs with a flaming passion. Going to the DMV means getting up at the crack of dawn, standing in line waiting for it to open, waiting in line inside the building and then waiting in chairs, then more lines, more chairs and four hours later you might leave with what you want. It took almost 6 hours to get my license the first time when I was 16. When I turned 21, I was in Scotland, so when I got home, I got up early (it was easy, I had been up since about 3 am) and stood in line and was in and our in an hour. After I got married, my parents gave me "my car" and we were in there for only maybe an hour to get plates. We figured that trip would be a 4 hours trip. People fear the DMVs so much in Illinois, they started a sticker program to renew license if you're a good boy or girl.
The only time I got quick treatment in Illinois was when I hunted down the DMV in Belleville, IL. The longest treatment was to get plates for the stupid monstrosity we drove up here.
The only other state I ventured to the DMV was Indiana and I didn't clock how long I was there, I just knew it was rather painless. I didn't have to do anything. I do not belong to Indiana, I have only ever belonged to Illinois.
Till today. I joined Alaska. And, while it did take quite awhile, and there were forms, the forms were not confusing. Which is a huge plus in my book, as I hate forms that make no sense (Illinois has a few of them.) Anyways, I got a new license and we got the car plated. If we were just in there got get new licesnes, the process would not have been too long. If the car we got plated had been new or not a rebuild, that process would have been REALLY fast. All in all, it was a pretty good experience.
Then the sun came out.
04 August 2010
Back to Life
Pilot Boy returned. He's back to sleeping away the evenings, so things have not changed too much from my point of view. I'm still sitting around talking to myself.
In other news:
Basil Bea is terrified of the back yard. We have no clue why. Pilot Boy mowed it yesterday morning (before 10 am) and since then she will not leave the deck and now she won't even go out the door unless we push her. Each time she's out there, she has to go like no tomorrow. We both have to take her out as one has to lure her into the yard and the other one has to block the entrance to the deck.
Usually, after the lawn is mowed, Basil Bea loves the yard. Crazy dog.
Pilot Boy and I also saw a movie today, our second 3D one. We saw "Despicable Me" and he liked it. He said it had a plot, unlike "Happy Feet" and people spoke in English, unlike "Wall-E." He even laughed a few times, which I have NEVER seen him do at a movie that I thought was funny. So I say go see it.
I'm feeling kinda dumb lately. I cannot put my thoughts into complete words and I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do with myself.
I really want cake. I have eaten more than I have in the past two months since Pilot Boy got home. He claims the reason I managed to loose the ten pounds I gained since we got here was because I starved myself. I did not, I just ate less and gave up most meat. And drank more water and did not drink OJ or large glasses of milk. He's been going through my organic milk like crazy, while yelling at me because he thinks organic milk is stupid. I don't know if its stupid, but I think it tastes better.
In other news:
Basil Bea is terrified of the back yard. We have no clue why. Pilot Boy mowed it yesterday morning (before 10 am) and since then she will not leave the deck and now she won't even go out the door unless we push her. Each time she's out there, she has to go like no tomorrow. We both have to take her out as one has to lure her into the yard and the other one has to block the entrance to the deck.
Usually, after the lawn is mowed, Basil Bea loves the yard. Crazy dog.
Pilot Boy and I also saw a movie today, our second 3D one. We saw "Despicable Me" and he liked it. He said it had a plot, unlike "Happy Feet" and people spoke in English, unlike "Wall-E." He even laughed a few times, which I have NEVER seen him do at a movie that I thought was funny. So I say go see it.
I'm feeling kinda dumb lately. I cannot put my thoughts into complete words and I cannot for the life of me figure out what to do with myself.
I really want cake. I have eaten more than I have in the past two months since Pilot Boy got home. He claims the reason I managed to loose the ten pounds I gained since we got here was because I starved myself. I did not, I just ate less and gave up most meat. And drank more water and did not drink OJ or large glasses of milk. He's been going through my organic milk like crazy, while yelling at me because he thinks organic milk is stupid. I don't know if its stupid, but I think it tastes better.
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