1. I can be suckered into just about anything under the right conditions.
2. I am a lot more patient than I think I am, but I do have a limit. I hit it about 5 hours in.
3. Gordo loves me. He loves me so much that he doesn't want to share me with anyone else, and he is not shy about expressing his displeasure at the sight of me doing things like, say, showing affection to anyone else...like my poor, unsuspecting, understanding, and incredibly patient boyfriend.
4. Gordo's displeasure at being put in a kennel is best expressed by pathetically barking like mad and ripping his dog bed to shreds.
5. I'm the sheep whisperer...or maybe just incredibly lucky. Sometimes.
6. If one is going to accidentally set sheep loose in the parking lot of a hotel, one should prepare to encounter several people around who will try (and mostly fail) to help, point, laugh, and take pictures/video. One should also plan on having a sheep whisperer (me) and an untrained Australian Shepherd on hand.
7. Memphis-style BBQ is highly overrated (but maybe that's just been my experience). What I mean to say is, the BBQ in Memphis sucks just as much as the roads in Memphis.
8. Trish (the GPS)'s map update I paid $80 for isn't so much an update as it is a total fusterclucking.
9. Cracker Barrel breakfasts actually expand in your stomach after you eat them. One breakfast can be enough for a person's belly for at least 12 hours.
10. My job is over me just as much as I'm over it (HR sent out the job posting for my soon-to-be vacant position this morning).
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Blogging
My attempt to keep this blog as updated as my "real" one has failed miserably.
Since my last post here, I've decided to flee Atlanta and move to Texas. While I was visiting the family in Tulsa in May, I had to put Chester, the best dog ever, to sleep. A week later, I got a rebound dog. He's kind of a butthole, but I would feel awful taking him back at this point. Oh, the things we do in the midst of our grief. A day after I adopted this disaster of a rebound dog, I was hospitalized for a kidney infection. That was great fun, especially the 'seizures from high fever' thing. Now, all is back to normal, or as normal as it can be.
I'm looking around my apartment, trying to pick a place to start packing. I'd like to be as organized for this move as I was when I moved to Atlanta. To do that, I need to get back to my anal retentive, obsessively organized roots. My life needs to be in order. It's been chaotic for far too long.
Since my last post here, I've decided to flee Atlanta and move to Texas. While I was visiting the family in Tulsa in May, I had to put Chester, the best dog ever, to sleep. A week later, I got a rebound dog. He's kind of a butthole, but I would feel awful taking him back at this point. Oh, the things we do in the midst of our grief. A day after I adopted this disaster of a rebound dog, I was hospitalized for a kidney infection. That was great fun, especially the 'seizures from high fever' thing. Now, all is back to normal, or as normal as it can be.
I'm looking around my apartment, trying to pick a place to start packing. I'd like to be as organized for this move as I was when I moved to Atlanta. To do that, I need to get back to my anal retentive, obsessively organized roots. My life needs to be in order. It's been chaotic for far too long.
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