I'm Freakin' Out!

We close on our house this Thursday. I have to make a lesson plan tonight for an imaginary class of French business people and I have nothing done. Next week I have to give a presentation of a project I should have been working on all quarter, but have done nothing for. This weekend we're supposed to clean and paint the house so that next weekend we can move in.

I need to clone myself or something.

Sorry. I have to do some SERIOUS homework tonight. I even had to skip bowling.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be a better day, blog-wise. But, until after the 21st (when that project is actually due and we're moved in) this blog may be a bit boring. Unless you like reading about me panicking. Cause then it might be pretty good.

It's Been a Long Day

I had planned to write a real entry today, but I am freakin' bushed. The day started with a lovely breakfast at the Deluxe Diner with Mavis. There are few things in the world that I like more than breakfast food and the Diner delivers. You can get all sorts of stuff and you get a muffin, to boot. Yummers.

Then I went to David's Bridal to look at wedding dresses with another friend of mine. I had no idea that trying on big ol' white dresses could be so tiring. I feel like it is two in the morning and it is about seven o'clock at night. More on that experience on Monday (also up this week: TV & Music).

In the meantime, here's a little photo essay of Hank's day on Friday. Some of the pictures aren't oriented the right way, because I haven't figured out how to do that in Blogger yet.

It started, after his walk, with a little nap on the couch.

After about two hours of napping, Hank wanted some attention.

That didn't quite work so, he tried distraction. "See? I have this cow. It's fun..."

"Here, you play with it."

So, I threw it for him, and he chased it, and I could hear it mooing as he chewed on it. After a little while, I noticed that it was sort of quiet in the apartment. I look over, and this is what I see:

No, look closer at the cow.

Ha! I have no idea how he set it up like that, or why he'd come back in the room to look at it.

If you're wondering why I was taking pictures of my dog during the day, please look back at the previous post "Procrastination." I got a digital camera for Christmas last year and it is pretty much always on hand. When Hank was begging for attention, I just thought he was being cute and I like having pictures of him being cute. When I saw the cow standing in the doorway, clearly ignoring him, I was just glad I had the preceding pictures. Hank is a good dog, but he is NOT trained well enough to pose for pictures.

Now Taking Requests

I'm pretty sure that I'm talking to myself when I make a post on my blog. I know of one person who definitely reads my blog regularly and maybe three others who might check in every once in a while. My extremely exclusive (I think Exclusive sounds better than limited or nonexistent) readership is partly my choice - I haven't told a lot of people about the existence of my blog. However, it also makes me sad.

Since I'm committed to posting everyday for the month of November, I am taking requests for topics. I'm hoping to accomplish two things with this request:
1. Have something to blog about everyday. Seriously, it isn't easy. I can ramble on for a long time, but I'd prefer to be interesting. If you suggest something you'd like to read, then it should be interesting to you.
2. Find out that I have more readers than I think. This is wishful thinking, and if no one responds, or just my three friends who may or may not read respond, that's ok too.

So. I can do memes, I can write on sports, music, movies, literature, pop culture, feminism, current events - whatever you want to see. Keep in mind my long-dormant Girls' Guide to Sports which I really do love to write, though no one seems to have any questions about sports lately. If you need personal advice, I can do that, too, though I highly recommend contacting Mavis for that stuff.

What is Happening in My Head?

No, seriously. There's something wrong with my subconscious.

I know no one really cares about your dreams unless you dreamt about the person you're telling your dream to. However. I'm posting every day and sometimes that means you're going to read about my dream. Deal.

So, I'm dreaming. I'm in some sort of hybrid of Goonies and EuroTrip - a group of friends, traveling through strange and possibly dangerous lands, looking for something. I just wasn't sure what. Then, a dashing older man in a suit sort of whisked me away. At first, he was potentially dangerous - maybe he was hiding what we were looking for? And then, we were on a date.

Driving motorcycles.

Yeah, I don't know either.

So, we're driving motorcycles - we each had our own badass Harley - and we stop for dinner or something. This is when I realize that my mystery man... is Dog the Bounty Hunter. Yeah, you read that right. And I'm having a lovely time with Dog and he's very rough and manly and sexy and stuff. I would like to point out that, in my waking life, I do not necessarily find Dog attractive. He seems like a very nice man* and kind of charming, but he's a little too weathered for my taste. However, in my dream? He's the hottest.

And then it occurs to me, wait a minute - Aren't you married, Dog? And I'm so disappointed. "mmm" Dog says, and looks at me with, well, puppy eyes. "Doesn't your wife mind?" I ask. And Dog just took my hand in his, ever so gently, and it was awesome. Like, remember when you first started getting interested in sex and relationships and stuff and how when you finally had a crush on someone who crushed you back, it was so thrilling and butterfly-ie and wonderful? It was like that. And then my alarm went off and slapped the snooze button. As I was drifting back to sleep, thinking of Dog, my mind brought up what he actually looks like - with the vest with no shirt and the long mullet and the leathery eyes and I thought "What is going on in there, brain?"



*He's a born-again Christian and he does seem to be genuinely interested in helping the people he busts get their lives back on-track, however, he was in prison for first-degree murder, which is generally not a nice thing. Then again, he seems to truly love his wife and children and care about the people around him so, I guess people can change. He seems like he'd be a good guy to have in your corner.

New Start

So, I'm starting over with this blog. Not really, I mean, I'm not deleting old posts or anything, but I feel like it's New Year's Day or something. I'm posting everyday for the month of November. In tandem with this, I've also decided to restart my diet. I've essentially been on a diet since last February, and I've had slow but steady results with a couple of setbacks. The key, for me, to successfully eating healthy (healthily?) is to track my food. I haven't consistently done that for months now, which is why I haven't lost any more weight. I also haven't gained any which is good, because it means that I have changed some of my eating habits for the better, but it's also bad because I know that I feel more comfortable with myself at about ten pounds lighter. But this is not interesting blog fodder, and I do strive to be interesting. The point is, for me, it is also TraFoDaiMo*.

Today's tidbit: (actually several days old)

New Jersey recently passed a law allowing same-sex couples to marry (civil union, but whatever). This is a big step forward because New Jersey allows out of state couples to wed, which means same-sex couples can go and get married and then challenge their state to recognize their union.

I don't get why this is still an issue. It isn't like straight people are doing such a hot job at preserving the sanctity of marriage. Besides, look at these ladies. If that's not love, I don't know what is.

*Track Food Daily Month I know, it's sort of a stretch and not as funny as I hoped but what are you going to do? I try.