8.10.2011
Yay Hoo-F**king-Ray...A UPDATE!!!! :)
Sweet little six lound, eight ounce baby Jesus in a tuxedo onesie, this month has already been nuts.
I wish I'd had time to post or even really work on posting but life has been nuts and whenever I sit down to write it's like my brain won't connect the dots.
On the bad side (since bad news should always come first), I have to pack up a threebrdm apt by myself within the next week, rent a U Haul, and have everything ready for the guys to do a day trip to move it back down; I have a shitload of stress piling up which is silly...but there you go.
Good news:
Maze :)
My pup's already gotten to meet Aya, who's pretty much one of the most fucking amazing women to walk this earth. :) It's love. He played nice with her dogs while I had my miserable doctor's visit last week. All I will say on that is birth control sucks ass.
I wish I'd had time to post or even really work on posting but life has been nuts and whenever I sit down to write it's like my brain won't connect the dots.
On the bad side (since bad news should always come first), I have to pack up a threebrdm apt by myself within the next week, rent a U Haul, and have everything ready for the guys to do a day trip to move it back down; I have a shitload of stress piling up which is silly...but there you go.
Good news:
I got a curler, a dog, and A HOUSE. In that order. :)
First off I love the fuck out of this curler. It is amazing. My hair went from being straightened all the time, or my natural waves were gelled and tamed to this:
If that isn't a reason for a girl to fall in love with an inanimate object I really don't know what is.
First off I love the fuck out of this curler. It is amazing. My hair went from being straightened all the time, or my natural waves were gelled and tamed to this:
If that isn't a reason for a girl to fall in love with an inanimate object I really don't know what is.
If you're interested it's the Infiniti by ConAir tourmaline ceramic. I got mine at Walmart for like $27. This is the small barrel. You can also purchase a larger one that's like $5 more. I like tighter curls though.
Since it doesn't have the annoying clap to hold you hair it comes with a half glove to protect your fingers. I don't really use it. I worked in coffee shops soo long I'm used to bad burns anyway.
Present number two:Since it doesn't have the annoying clap to hold you hair it comes with a half glove to protect your fingers. I don't really use it. I worked in coffee shops soo long I'm used to bad burns anyway.
Maze :)
Now sadly the story of how I got this little 4lb bundle of fuzz is EXACTLY what I always bitch about when people get dogs. We walked into a pet store and L fell in love. The puppy tried to kiss her through the glass. He was adorable so we decided to let her play with him. Puppy bounced around with her, then cuddled down in my lap kissing my hand. Then he moved over to suck up to H.
Left without him to research the fuck out of Pomeranians for a two hours, then went straight back and bought him. It was just one of those things where we literally couldn't imagine not having this dog.
He's been a perfect fit for our family so far. He's picked me as his owner though and he's my snuggle puppy. I've finally trained him to not crawl into my lap while driving which is a huge plus. Now he just curls up in the passenger seat and passes out, only waking up occasionally to lick my hand.
He's been a perfect fit for our family so far. He's picked me as his owner though and he's my snuggle puppy. I've finally trained him to not crawl into my lap while driving which is a huge plus. Now he just curls up in the passenger seat and passes out, only waking up occasionally to lick my hand.
Also, before you even ask me, just watch the movie Grown Ups. Do that and you'll understand how Maze ever even was mentioned as a name. We were joking around quoting it because we'd reached an impasse name wise. I wanted to name him Danno (c'mon...he's short and a spaz, but when you pick him up he loves to cuddle and he adores kids. Don't tell me you can't see it. The only difference is he's quiet.) and H wanted to name him Swiper because of the fox on Dora the Explorer. Also, on a sidenote: you don't realize how much being a parent takes over your life until a 26 year old man who wanted a bulldog buys a Pomeranian for his girlfriend and wants to name it after a character on a show their daughter likes....but then again this same man wanted to name the dog Mako because Leia thought it was a cute baby name and H loves sharks...
My pup's already gotten to meet Aya, who's pretty much one of the most fucking amazing women to walk this earth. :) It's love. He played nice with her dogs while I had my miserable doctor's visit last week. All I will say on that is birth control sucks ass.
However my poor puppy is soo sad right now. He was playing in my parent's yard Saturday with one of their Australian Shepards and got pinned down into a hole. Long story short, my three month old pup is in a splint for the next four weeks with a broken leg. :(
So five weeks of vet visits, but only four more left. Since it's broken in kind of the perfect spot to heal without any lasting damage the vet said that in about a year the only people that will be able to tell he broke it are vets examining the x rays closely. Personally, I feel horrible for my dad's dog. He thinks that my puppy is the long lost puppy he was never had (since he isn't a bitch and was neutered LONG ago anyways...), and has been torn up pathetically about the puppy limping around with a big red cast.
Pretty sad, isn't it?
However, his broken leg actually lead to the third piece of good news.
I have been calling around to an insane number of people to find a house/townhouse/condo to rent. I'd found a trailer that H was kinda in love with, but me not so much so I wanted to keep looking on that last day before we had to tell the guy who owned it if we wanted it or not.. Since Maze's leg broke at like 11am I had to rush him to the vet before it closed. Then my mother took us to Petsmart and spoiled the fuck out of this dog. In the first week I had him I've learned he does puppy eyes more than any other dog I've met.
So after a half hour of going back and forth over what to switch him to food wise (Science Diet), buying a new harness (it looks like the Burberry pattern), and a few treats (he's a little injured puppy dog. Don't judge.) and having him repeated be mistaken for a bitch, a skunk, and a cat (seriously. What the fuck people. Who cuddles a cat or skunk all through a store that has a big cast and stares pathetically at people until he gets petted? Not me.) we ended up back at the house thumbing through the paper trying to find more places to call and check out since H let me up the rent limit. We decided to go see a trailer (not the one he loved...a different one in a different town) about 15 minutes south of my parent's since my mom wanted to go for a drive.
We ended up hating the trailer and area soo badly that I refused to even look inside. On the way into that neighborhood though we'd passed a cute blue house that needed a lot of work done with a rent sign. I called about it and the woman came out within 20 minutes to meet us so I could check it out.
I fell in love. :)
It's a cute 1930's house, 3 bedrooms, only one bath, but a huge kitchen and living room with a fire place. Big yard, huge porch that wraps around the front of the house. And we're going to owner lease it so in a few years we'll own it outright. :D
Made H come and check it out with me and he liked it too. His only minor sticking point was that it was $50 more than he'd told me we could do, but with how much he's working it isn't much of a problem. The landlord told us we can do basically anything except paint the walls white of beige. I kinda adore her already.
The only part that's going to be interesting to get used to is the house is haunted. Yes, haunted. Whether you believe in ghosts or not is your business. I'm not religious, but after some experiences lets just say I have a healthy respect for spirits/ghosts. Apparently this one is an older lady who was born in the house in the 30s, around when it was built. She lived there her whole life and died in the hospital up the road. She haunts the back bedroom that is going to be my office. Our landlord said she's pretty mischievous and likes to turn on the lights and fans, and hide things...but will return them if you ask her nicely.
We get to move in at the end of this month. She's leveling the house on the 15th, and putting in a new driveway for us...plus pressure washing and repainting the porch. H and I are repainting all the inside rooms to make it that much more ours. He's normally a big fan of rich fall colors like pumpkin orange and rusts, but I talked him into a more bright and cool palate. As in our living room is going to be orange. It should be interesting.
I have to hammer out final paint colors by next week. :)
We ended up hating the trailer and area soo badly that I refused to even look inside. On the way into that neighborhood though we'd passed a cute blue house that needed a lot of work done with a rent sign. I called about it and the woman came out within 20 minutes to meet us so I could check it out.
I fell in love. :)
It's a cute 1930's house, 3 bedrooms, only one bath, but a huge kitchen and living room with a fire place. Big yard, huge porch that wraps around the front of the house. And we're going to owner lease it so in a few years we'll own it outright. :D
Made H come and check it out with me and he liked it too. His only minor sticking point was that it was $50 more than he'd told me we could do, but with how much he's working it isn't much of a problem. The landlord told us we can do basically anything except paint the walls white of beige. I kinda adore her already.
The only part that's going to be interesting to get used to is the house is haunted. Yes, haunted. Whether you believe in ghosts or not is your business. I'm not religious, but after some experiences lets just say I have a healthy respect for spirits/ghosts. Apparently this one is an older lady who was born in the house in the 30s, around when it was built. She lived there her whole life and died in the hospital up the road. She haunts the back bedroom that is going to be my office. Our landlord said she's pretty mischievous and likes to turn on the lights and fans, and hide things...but will return them if you ask her nicely.
We get to move in at the end of this month. She's leveling the house on the 15th, and putting in a new driveway for us...plus pressure washing and repainting the porch. H and I are repainting all the inside rooms to make it that much more ours. He's normally a big fan of rich fall colors like pumpkin orange and rusts, but I talked him into a more bright and cool palate. As in our living room is going to be orange. It should be interesting.
I have to hammer out final paint colors by next week. :)
I promise PROMISE PROMISE to update again before my birthday (next Tuesday). Also, I promise it will be a witty and hilarious post.
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