Is there really anything worse in the world than shopping for a car? I defy anyone to tell me something more stressful and time consuming than this activity. Yes, okay I have a pretty kick ass car. And I do love it SO much. However, there is not enough room in this car for both me and Scout. If my little roadster was a 4 door, it might be a little easier, but it's not. I'm not entirely sure they make 4 door convertibles. And the payments on this thing....Ridiculous! In my former life, paying for my car was a drop in the bucket. With my two part time jobs, while trying to start my own company life, I need to keep as much money in the bank as I possibly can. So, the goal, get a bigger car, with a smaller monthly payment. Seems like a lot to ask, right? Trust me, it is. And again, it's not like I drive a piece of crap car either, but it seems that everywhere I go, the trade-in value of this sucker keeps decreasing! I think if I walk into one more dealership and they quote me a price lower than what I've been getting from everywhere else, I might actually lay on the floor and throw a good old fashion temper tantrum. And just to make matters worse, I know NOTHING about cars. I know they have tires, I know they have an engine, and unlike my father, I do know where the windshield wiper fluid goes. Yeah, that's a story for another time. But I couldn't tell you what type of engine I want. I could care less the circumference of my tires, or rims. And I sure as hell don't understand gas mileage. So, I did what any person in my position would do, I went to the closest car expert that I could think of. Bless his little heart, he did all this research and rated cars for me and then told me what I could expect to pay and what my price range would be, and I kid you not, I had no idea what he was talking about. I'll admit, I'm a little vain when it comes to appearances, so I don't want an SUV that looks like a mini-van and trust me, these days, THAT is hard to come by. I don't want a Honda, no matter how hard you push me. And I need to fit in my back seat. I understand that I will not be sitting there at all times, but the people in which I drive around are usually my height or a little shorter, so I have standards. It's almost as if I need to put a measuring stick outside my car and say you must be this small to ride in the back seat. Standing on her hind legs, Scout wouldn't even meet this requirement, that's how small my back seat is now. Well, why not put her in the front, you might be asking yourself? Ah, I used to do that, until I went to doggie CPR class and they showed a video of a dog, in an accident, FLYING out of the window. In this same video they showed another dog sticking their head out of the window and getting nailed by debris off the road. Immediately I went out and bought a dog seat belt and strapped her into the back without rolling any windows down. Her favorite activity of riding in the car has now become her least favorite thing to do. So, now you understand my dilemma?!?!? No, I'm not buying a car for my dog, but I do need to be practical these days. Although I am moving to Texas by the spring and my convertible will be amazing there, currently we live in a climate where it has already snowed a few inches and my car was the ONLY one on the block that got stuck on the giant hill, one street away from my parents house. Not convenient at all. Without boring you with all the gory details of my adventures I will wrap it up in a simple little bow(Christmas reference and all):
Mercedes: The first car they wanted to show me wouldn't even start in the cold. Yeah, no, not even going to look at that car because it didn't start in the cold. Then proceeded to completely insult me and told me that my car wasn't worth anything because of what happened to the bumper. However, the one good thing that came out of it was that they gave me the name of some auto body shop that fixed my car for $60 under the table. THIS is why I love Italians.
Carmax: The "no haggle" approach was very appealing, however, the guy I set up my appointment with, didn't even bother to show up. Not to mention that this place was 30 minutes away and it was COLD out. So, the slap dick that helped me didn't quiet understand what I meant when I said I wanted to lower my payments each month. He was showing me around the lot and trying to get me to walk into every single car I saw. After our tour, we walked back into the dealership where he got my trade-in price, $4,000 lower than I wanted and tried to get me into another car at a price that I could buy a new car for. Clearly he wasn't understanding the mission. Walk out.
GMC: Here is where I actually almost lost it. This guy was trying to up sell me and kept making comments how I rolled in there with my BMW and I should be ready to buy. Kept asking me what Carmax quoted me and told me that they would match it. I kept telling him to give me a quote and we would go from there. Obviously I speak sales. He told me nothing about the cars I wanted to look at. Explained nothing of the differences in any of the models. Took me on a test drive and said nothing. I asked him why he didn't say a word and he said it was because people walk in and know what they want. The cars sell themselves. Here is what I wish this guy didn't do. I wish he hadn't had me drive an Acadia. I wish the only car I stepped foot in was the Terrain, because now I want the higher end car. Champagne wish on a very cheap ass beer budget. I guess he was right....
So, what to do, what to do? They are calling for a big snow storm over Christmas and I want to lower my payments ASAP. The issue is the other GMC dealership, that has the car I want, at the price I want, isn't open on Friday. Who the hell isn't open on Christmas Eve?!?!?!? Maybe Santa will let me borrow his sleigh for a few months. It's not like he needs it after Saturday. Not to mention that I haven't finished my Christmas shopping, I have crap to do all up until Christmas day so I really don't have time for this nonsense. Calgone....take me away!
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
time waster
Could someone please explain to me the point of EVER having doctors appointments? I think I might die of shock the day that I actually get to see the doctor on time. Or maybe have them wait just as long for you as you did for them. But thank God I wasn't sitting in there dying of the swine flu again because then we might have a wee bit of an issue. So, this ear thing still hasn't gone away. For the past two months, or so, (I'm going to go ahead and emphasis the word so and use that as another months time) the blockage in my ear has slowly swollen to the point that I'm really just brushing up on my sign language, in case I have to pull it out. Last night, I went as far as to look up and old Sicilian remedy and warm olive oil over the stove, stick a cotton ball in it, and then stick that in your ear. It's supposed to cause "instant" relief. I'll go ahead and leave that to the real Italians, because this girl got nothing out of sticking olive oil in her ear, except and ear full of olive oil. So, as I came into job number one this morning, I figured it might be time to call the old doctor again. And not the nut job I went to see the last time, who gave me an inhaler for all my symptoms and told me that everything would go away in a matter of days, because here we are months later and it still sounds like the ocean in my right ear. So, at 10:30 we called a new doctor. They happened to have an opening at 12:15 that same day, so I took it. Since I was a new patient, I knew I had to get there early, but who knew there would be construction on a two lane road that caused me to arrive at the appointment only a few minutes ahead of schedule. Upon arrival, I was shooed into the back office to fill out paperwork. Here I was welcomed by three "lovely" women, who had about a million better things to do than wait on me. I was honestly told to sit down, RIGHT NEXT to one of them, while she talked to her co-worker about when the secret Santa gifts were passed out and why she hadn't gotten one yet. This is just me assuming, but if her personal life is any reflection of her professional life, I'm going to have a guess as to why her stocking is empty, I'm just saying. As the clock now ticked 12:25, I am ushered, correction, directed back into the waiting room with absolutely no explanation. I sit as I watch patient after patient approach the reception desk, asking how long it was going to take, considering they had been there since 11:45 am. Gulp! Thinking to myself, this is going to be a while, I get comfy in my chair and play some Angry Birds on my phone. Just as I'm passing the level to which I have been combating for a few days now, my name is called! Hooray! I mean, bully for you all, but this is what I'm talking about. It is here that I am actually escorted to the nurses station and left in a room...for the next...45 minutes. Like I said before, I'm glad I wasn't actually deathly ill because this would have been the worse timing to switch doctors, but what in the world was taking this lady so long?!?! I literally called in an hour before my appointment, which meant that at that time, if they were running behind, they might have wanted to give a little heads up, or maybe not schedule someone so that they could take that next hour to play catch-up. But there I sat. There were a few times I thought about collecting my things and walking out, but the damage had already been done. As the door to my gym says, half the battle was getting here. So, after a few games of Angry Birds, much studying of the anatomy of the insides of me, my incredibly social awkward doctor walks in. Only to tell me exactly what I knew was wrong. I'm telling you guys, if it weren't for the blood and guts, I could have totally been a doctor. Two minutes later, and $30 lighter, I'm out the door. I should have sat there and made that lady listen to how my day was going, or something. She had me wait for an hour for her, why not do the same? If I could find a job where I only work an hour a day and make over $100k I might just totally walk away from this dog day care idea. I'm just saying!!!!
Monday, December 6, 2010
Everything is coming up Roses
In my entire adult life, I have not been more excited about a sporting event. Sure, okay I went to the Olympics in Torino and the World Series when the Tigers were playing, and a few Super Bowls, but none of that means anything if it isn't personal! Over the weekend, due to the wins by both Oregon and Auburn, TCU was "forced" to accept a bid to the Rose Bowl on New Years Day. It's the Granddaddy of all Bowl games and guess who is going?!?!?!? That's right! Yours truly! Tickets have been purchased, plane tickets were bought this morning, housing provided by brother bear Galanty and the excitement level has been amped up to 12. It was a GREAT ending to my weekend! Not only that, but Laura gets to come with me so I'm not in the stands with my face painted alone. How awkward that would have been! I could really only be the T or C or U with no one to follow. How sad, but now I have a partner in crime! I'm not entirely sure this blog entry gives my excitement justice either. If I had rafters where I was right now, I would be hanging from them, in the good way too. If someone wasn't working below me, I would not be able to walk anywhere, I would have to hop, skip and jump with excitement. My face will have a permagrin until Jan 2 when all of this is over. I think that paints a little better picture :o) I'm excited......
But let's recap the weekend, shall we? September 11 was a terrible tragedy, and in the DC area, life was completely changed from that day forward. I know most people view NYC as the headquarters of this crisis, which is where the worse devastation was, but their daily lives have not really changed security wise. Case in point, before September 11, most any one was allowed into the White House to view the Christmas spectacular that was the trees in all the rooms. Since then, you have to know someone pretty high up on a list to get in the doors. Luckily, I do, and I got to go. I don't think you really appreciate what you have around you until you're away from it for a long time. Without pictures, because my friend hasn't sent any to me yet, I'm going to have to paint a virtual picture for you. I'll try to contain my typing ADD for a little while to give this thing justice. First of all, it was cold. Considering that it's been way warmer than normal in this area, this sudden onset of cold was not something we were all prepared for. So only standing around in your jacket, without scarf of gloves was a bit of a buzz kill at the beginning. Because, once again, thanks to the lovely Selehay's who crashed the White House dinner, we now have to stand in three lines of security to make sure you're on the list. And when your finger tips are going numb, it's a bit much. But, once you walk through the last phase of pat downs, it makes it all worth it. You enter through the main doors into a wood panelled hallway of history. You are greeted with the sites, sounds and smells of Christmas. It was the first real time I felt that Christmas was just around the corner. There were rows of garland that lead us to the first group of rooms that held trees. If memory serves, it was the Library, First Ladies room and Music room. All rooms were so warm and inviting and each decorated with a different themed tree. Of course they were roped off so our view was from the doorway, but I was not expecting anything less. As you make your way down the hallway, to the giant staircase, you are blocked off from going further by a guard and partitions. Apparently, Obama himself was in house so the security measures were amped up a bit. I was hoping to "accidentally" run into him which would only make this experience that much more amazing. Considering we couldn't go any further, we make our way up the giant staircase. At the top, we are greeted by a very friendly lady standing at a table asking folks to fill out a Holiday wish card to our troops. I consider this an extremely important stop on the tour and fill out a card, immediately. A friend of mine is deployed this Holiday season, away from his wife and kids and I write a note as if he is the one going to receive it. As, we move on, we head down the main hallway which is lined with dried flower decorations against the windows and past White House Christmas tradition pictures along the wall. These date back so far and have so much history attached to them, it's so interesting to see what goes on behind closed doors. This hallway, leads us to the room containing the gingerbread house of the White House and a decoupage Bo. Also, hanging on the walls are framed pictures of ALL the White House Christmas cards ever sent! It was so interesting to see how even art work progresses throughout the years. How similar in taste some Presidents were. Here's a trivia question for you, who is the only president to have a picture of himself and his wife on their card? The winner gets a big prize from me! As we exit the Christmas card room, we are now heading into the main portion of our tour. Here we head through the main dining room, the red room, the blue room, the ball room, and the grand entrance. Each room is more breathtaking than the next. Each tree, in each room is more exquisitely decorated than the next. Each room you walk into makes you more and more appreciative of where you are. The history of everything that is around you. The detail that has gone into each and every room that you walk through is thought out and on purpose. The grander of it all, is so much to take in. And, then you think, wow, just hours earlier, the President of the United states was standing, RIGHT HERE giving a speech to the country. Or the very next day, the Kennedy Center honorees were sitting in the place where I just walked through! It's really hard to wrap your head around. Or at least it was for me. Although I was making fun of my friend for taking so many pictures, I do hope that he tags me in them on Facebook, so that I can show you just how amazing living here is. As you leave, you are exited by carolers who sing you into the rest of your night. As you walk out of the white house and head down 14th street and look back, it just makes you think of how lucky you have been to do what you just did. If you can, google White House Christmas pictures and see what comes up. And then think to yourself, wow, what a lucky girl she was :o)
But let's recap the weekend, shall we? September 11 was a terrible tragedy, and in the DC area, life was completely changed from that day forward. I know most people view NYC as the headquarters of this crisis, which is where the worse devastation was, but their daily lives have not really changed security wise. Case in point, before September 11, most any one was allowed into the White House to view the Christmas spectacular that was the trees in all the rooms. Since then, you have to know someone pretty high up on a list to get in the doors. Luckily, I do, and I got to go. I don't think you really appreciate what you have around you until you're away from it for a long time. Without pictures, because my friend hasn't sent any to me yet, I'm going to have to paint a virtual picture for you. I'll try to contain my typing ADD for a little while to give this thing justice. First of all, it was cold. Considering that it's been way warmer than normal in this area, this sudden onset of cold was not something we were all prepared for. So only standing around in your jacket, without scarf of gloves was a bit of a buzz kill at the beginning. Because, once again, thanks to the lovely Selehay's who crashed the White House dinner, we now have to stand in three lines of security to make sure you're on the list. And when your finger tips are going numb, it's a bit much. But, once you walk through the last phase of pat downs, it makes it all worth it. You enter through the main doors into a wood panelled hallway of history. You are greeted with the sites, sounds and smells of Christmas. It was the first real time I felt that Christmas was just around the corner. There were rows of garland that lead us to the first group of rooms that held trees. If memory serves, it was the Library, First Ladies room and Music room. All rooms were so warm and inviting and each decorated with a different themed tree. Of course they were roped off so our view was from the doorway, but I was not expecting anything less. As you make your way down the hallway, to the giant staircase, you are blocked off from going further by a guard and partitions. Apparently, Obama himself was in house so the security measures were amped up a bit. I was hoping to "accidentally" run into him which would only make this experience that much more amazing. Considering we couldn't go any further, we make our way up the giant staircase. At the top, we are greeted by a very friendly lady standing at a table asking folks to fill out a Holiday wish card to our troops. I consider this an extremely important stop on the tour and fill out a card, immediately. A friend of mine is deployed this Holiday season, away from his wife and kids and I write a note as if he is the one going to receive it. As, we move on, we head down the main hallway which is lined with dried flower decorations against the windows and past White House Christmas tradition pictures along the wall. These date back so far and have so much history attached to them, it's so interesting to see what goes on behind closed doors. This hallway, leads us to the room containing the gingerbread house of the White House and a decoupage Bo. Also, hanging on the walls are framed pictures of ALL the White House Christmas cards ever sent! It was so interesting to see how even art work progresses throughout the years. How similar in taste some Presidents were. Here's a trivia question for you, who is the only president to have a picture of himself and his wife on their card? The winner gets a big prize from me! As we exit the Christmas card room, we are now heading into the main portion of our tour. Here we head through the main dining room, the red room, the blue room, the ball room, and the grand entrance. Each room is more breathtaking than the next. Each tree, in each room is more exquisitely decorated than the next. Each room you walk into makes you more and more appreciative of where you are. The history of everything that is around you. The detail that has gone into each and every room that you walk through is thought out and on purpose. The grander of it all, is so much to take in. And, then you think, wow, just hours earlier, the President of the United states was standing, RIGHT HERE giving a speech to the country. Or the very next day, the Kennedy Center honorees were sitting in the place where I just walked through! It's really hard to wrap your head around. Or at least it was for me. Although I was making fun of my friend for taking so many pictures, I do hope that he tags me in them on Facebook, so that I can show you just how amazing living here is. As you leave, you are exited by carolers who sing you into the rest of your night. As you walk out of the white house and head down 14th street and look back, it just makes you think of how lucky you have been to do what you just did. If you can, google White House Christmas pictures and see what comes up. And then think to yourself, wow, what a lucky girl she was :o)
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Insanity
I understand the the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. But I'm not referring to that form of insanity. Apparently, once you've graduated from the P90X world, the next level of nuts is called Insanity. Last night, after Heather got home from work, I made her go change her clothes and hit the basement for 40 minutes of the most movement I've done in a while. Shaun T had us butt kicking, high kneeing, doing in and outs with only 3 30 second breaks. When I work out with Tony, I'm guaranteed a long time to grab some water, maybe towel off, yell at Scout to leave to room, but this guy defines the word intense. I had sweat on top of sweat. And it's not the kind of sweat where you start off right away and build. Oh no, this is all of a sudden you are hit with a truck and want to die and the only thing that might save your life is sweating, sweat. I'm going to regret saying this, but I'm glad I did it though. I wasn't really interested in heading over to the local Glen Burnie Golds, considering my Monday night trip was a bit of a let down. It's hard walking into a foreign gym where you have no idea where anything is and your routine involves equipment which they may or may not have. I will say this though. Out of complete shock the clientle at this gym was rather good looking. I was expecting WAY worse than what I saw and I'd totally holla at some of these boys.
A little moody boy update. This morning we woke up and everything was coming up roses! We were laughing and talking and smiling! Status report as of 10:30, right before nap time...All systems go. I have figured out that children are very manipulative though. At a very early age, they have this power of persuasion over their parents. You see, I've figured out that all parents want when their kids are little is for their kids to like them. So when someone else, not related to them, comes on the scene, they don't usually take a lot of their crap. Take for instance little man, who I dearly love and adore. When his mom is around, he's moody and crabby and gets away with almost anything. Starts to cry when he's not getting what he wants. So, as a good mom, she does whatever she can to make him happy. Now, when momma goes away to work, I know he's just trying to work the system, so when I need to go to the bathroom, I have to put him in his play area. He starts to whine and work himself up into a cry, but I REALLY have to go to the bathroom. As I'm gone for a little while, he stops. This, I have also found, works with the word no. I do not believe that anyone likes to hear the word no, but when it comes to children not one of them likes to hear it. So when you say, no, don't climb on the stairs because you aren't going to know how to get down, they really don't like that. Sure, I let him play up there yesterday, but today is a new day, with a new attitude and today is the day we aren't going to play on the stairs. It's all good though. He's a great kid and I've got to hand it to him. If I were in a mood and didn't know any other way to express myself, I would have been a million times worse than he was.
All in all, a pretty good day so far. I'm very excited to see my puppy when I go home tonight. I can't imagine what sort of mischief she's gotten herself into, but at this point, mommy doesn't mind :o)
Off to search for some more Rose Bowl potential tickets.
Until Tomorrow!
A little moody boy update. This morning we woke up and everything was coming up roses! We were laughing and talking and smiling! Status report as of 10:30, right before nap time...All systems go. I have figured out that children are very manipulative though. At a very early age, they have this power of persuasion over their parents. You see, I've figured out that all parents want when their kids are little is for their kids to like them. So when someone else, not related to them, comes on the scene, they don't usually take a lot of their crap. Take for instance little man, who I dearly love and adore. When his mom is around, he's moody and crabby and gets away with almost anything. Starts to cry when he's not getting what he wants. So, as a good mom, she does whatever she can to make him happy. Now, when momma goes away to work, I know he's just trying to work the system, so when I need to go to the bathroom, I have to put him in his play area. He starts to whine and work himself up into a cry, but I REALLY have to go to the bathroom. As I'm gone for a little while, he stops. This, I have also found, works with the word no. I do not believe that anyone likes to hear the word no, but when it comes to children not one of them likes to hear it. So when you say, no, don't climb on the stairs because you aren't going to know how to get down, they really don't like that. Sure, I let him play up there yesterday, but today is a new day, with a new attitude and today is the day we aren't going to play on the stairs. It's all good though. He's a great kid and I've got to hand it to him. If I were in a mood and didn't know any other way to express myself, I would have been a million times worse than he was.
All in all, a pretty good day so far. I'm very excited to see my puppy when I go home tonight. I can't imagine what sort of mischief she's gotten herself into, but at this point, mommy doesn't mind :o)
Off to search for some more Rose Bowl potential tickets.
Until Tomorrow!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
I'm not going to lie, I'm really bad at this blogging thing. I know you agree with me, but it's hard. Do I sit down at the beginning of the day and recap what happened the day before? Or do I sit down every night and fill this thing out like a diary? Let me try the latter one first, only let's pretend right now is night time and I'm recapping all the days events.
Dear blogiary,
Today was an eventful day, that's for sure. We can't seem to figure out what is making Tristan so fussy, but he is. It can't be he's hungry, because that boy can eat! It can't be that he's tired, because that boy can sleep! And it certainly can't be because he needs changing, because I just changed a diaper full of an assplotion that would make any ones eyes water. I don't remember this kid eating so much to require such a full diaper, but this one might be for the record books. In any case, he's down for his second nap now. As I monitor his progress on the momitor, it appears that putting him down early, might not matter as he'll probably still not fall asleep for an hour. The great news is that he's such a good kid in his crib (and everywhere else) that he really won't fuss and when he's tired he'll just fall asleep.
So, onto me. I made some GREAT progress today in the dog daycare proposal. I finished mapping out the "competition" in the area to add to the entire thing. Turns out, what I'm offering and where I'm offering it is really going to be successful, or I hope. I've already worked two days in a local day care here, to get a feel for what it would be like and let me tell you have I learned some life lessons. Instead of being taught how one should run a day care, I'm learning what not to do. It's nuts! If your primary business is dogs, you should probably care less about paying your employees overtime and more about the fact that one of your dogs was left and wasn't fed. It's a completely humbling process to go from being an executive to working part time at a dog day care. I keep telling myself that this is GREAT experience and that it doesn't matter that the only person older than me that works there is the owner. I can do anything for the next six months. If it's longer than that, I would suggest checking the ceilings in my parents house and make sure that I'm not hanging from it.
Speaking of living with your parents, don't. I love my parents dearly, but honestly, living there again after not having a room mate for 8 years is REALLY tough! The disagreements that the two of them have are some of the most ridiculous conversations I've heard. You can almost pinpoint the moment when the two of them miscomunicate and it turns from a discussion, to a disagreement. And then someone takes it too far and then I just have to walk away. And then there is poor little Scout. She doesn't know if she's coming or going. I had her going through doggie boot camp to try and get rid of some of her bad behaviors, but if everyone isn't on board and doing the same thing EVERY TIME, it doesn't work. So, she becomes the fall guy in a lot of instances, which makes me feel so bad for her. My parents are used to their old ass dog that doesn't do anything and here is Scout in all her puppy glory, just wanting someone to love her. I hate that I had to leave here at home while I was watching Tristan, but she wasn't able to come to work with me yet so there was no way I was going back to get her. She'll get to see me tomorrow and since dogs have no concept of time, she'll be fine.
So blogiary, in closing, I need to be better about revealing my feelings to you. So much can happen these days and I just need to make sure you know all about it! I hope I'm true to my word too because I feel like I've really let you down here.
Dear blogiary,
Today was an eventful day, that's for sure. We can't seem to figure out what is making Tristan so fussy, but he is. It can't be he's hungry, because that boy can eat! It can't be that he's tired, because that boy can sleep! And it certainly can't be because he needs changing, because I just changed a diaper full of an assplotion that would make any ones eyes water. I don't remember this kid eating so much to require such a full diaper, but this one might be for the record books. In any case, he's down for his second nap now. As I monitor his progress on the momitor, it appears that putting him down early, might not matter as he'll probably still not fall asleep for an hour. The great news is that he's such a good kid in his crib (and everywhere else) that he really won't fuss and when he's tired he'll just fall asleep.
So, onto me. I made some GREAT progress today in the dog daycare proposal. I finished mapping out the "competition" in the area to add to the entire thing. Turns out, what I'm offering and where I'm offering it is really going to be successful, or I hope. I've already worked two days in a local day care here, to get a feel for what it would be like and let me tell you have I learned some life lessons. Instead of being taught how one should run a day care, I'm learning what not to do. It's nuts! If your primary business is dogs, you should probably care less about paying your employees overtime and more about the fact that one of your dogs was left and wasn't fed. It's a completely humbling process to go from being an executive to working part time at a dog day care. I keep telling myself that this is GREAT experience and that it doesn't matter that the only person older than me that works there is the owner. I can do anything for the next six months. If it's longer than that, I would suggest checking the ceilings in my parents house and make sure that I'm not hanging from it.
Speaking of living with your parents, don't. I love my parents dearly, but honestly, living there again after not having a room mate for 8 years is REALLY tough! The disagreements that the two of them have are some of the most ridiculous conversations I've heard. You can almost pinpoint the moment when the two of them miscomunicate and it turns from a discussion, to a disagreement. And then someone takes it too far and then I just have to walk away. And then there is poor little Scout. She doesn't know if she's coming or going. I had her going through doggie boot camp to try and get rid of some of her bad behaviors, but if everyone isn't on board and doing the same thing EVERY TIME, it doesn't work. So, she becomes the fall guy in a lot of instances, which makes me feel so bad for her. My parents are used to their old ass dog that doesn't do anything and here is Scout in all her puppy glory, just wanting someone to love her. I hate that I had to leave here at home while I was watching Tristan, but she wasn't able to come to work with me yet so there was no way I was going back to get her. She'll get to see me tomorrow and since dogs have no concept of time, she'll be fine.
So blogiary, in closing, I need to be better about revealing my feelings to you. So much can happen these days and I just need to make sure you know all about it! I hope I'm true to my word too because I feel like I've really let you down here.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Can I help you sir?
HOLY CRAP! I haven't written a blog in 16 days?!?!?!? What in the world have I been doing? Oh, yeah, that's right, painting my dads office building, including the hallway; working on my business plan; going on interviews for a part time job; and just about everything preventing me from writing to you all. And what have I learned in these days apart from you all? Oh life lessons that will last me forever. Allow me to indulge you all.
*Apparently I am overqualified for every job on earth. How do I know this? Because I have heard that phrase more times in the past three months than I care too. Look people, I'm not looking to save lives or cure cancer or anything, I'm just looking for a little pocket change so that I can pay the bills and keep up with my happy hour life. I met with Gaylord in Texas. I had four interviews with four different people and didn't get the job because although my event experience was extraordinary, I have no hotel experience. Then I go into a radio station where the interview was actually set up for me. The guy said that I was way overqualified for what he needed me to do, so why was I in the station in the first place. Had I thought of working for Westwood One...(Jim Halpert face. Obviously he didn't actually look at my resume) And then there was my favorite. Walking into a local dog daycare where the lady said to me that I was overqualified to work there. At this point I had actually had it hearing that statement and I said, "I'm sorry, I have absolutely no source of income right now and no experience working with pets.What exactly makes me too qualified to work here?" She was stumped considering that she just came from a 25 year career in marketing and advertising. And this, after we had already sat down and talked for an hour. ARGH!!!!! So, here I sit in my dad's office making $200 a week so that I can pay my bills. Two thumbs up...
*I would rather sell my eggs or get Malaria than work in another office building day in and day out. I'm serious too. For a majority of Saturday night, I was huddled in a group of people where I was offered to get Malaria for $5,000. My initial reaction was oh no, oh no, oh no, but then I asked what the worst that could happen would be. When I was told that the worst that would happen would be that I could potentially pee black, I'm actually considering it. I mean, we don't live in a third world country so if I were to get Malaria, wouldn't I want to get it here? And I'll get the vaccine right away if I happen to contract it so, where's the downside. It's not like I'm getting Herpes or Hep. That shit doesn't go away. You have that forever! So, like any good "what else could I sell on my body" conversation should go, this one progressed to selling your eggs. Rumor has it that there are people out there that will pay up to $14,000 for ONE egg. ONE! I'm almost 33 so my supply is dwindling down anyway. Why would I not want to help a family in need by giving them one of mine? I'm not planning on having any rug rats anytime soon, nor am I practicing it. So yesterday, I looked into it and what it involves. My rule being that if I'm not knocked out in this process there is no amount of money in the world that would replace that pain. All you have to do is give yourself injections and take hormones and not get pregnant before the egg is removed and you're that much richer. Where is the downside? I have never actually known anyone that has done this, and I probably would want to talk to someone first, but for someone that is looking for a financial backing for her dog day care, what better way than donating your body to science? Of course, I would have to give my egg before the whole Malaria thing, I have a feeling that families trying to have kids would frown upon it.
*No matter how old I get, boys in their twenties are the same as when I was in my twenties, I'm just now older and wiser, or so I hope. So, someone that I know went to this wedding and totally made out with this guy that she didn't even know his last name until she was told later. Nor did she realize how young he was until that fact was also brought to her attention. Neither of these pieces of information bothered her. It's when she went home and he started becoming that 25 year old boy that she realized what a horrible mistake just making out with someone can be. If there is one piece of advice I can give every girl in their twenties, or in their early to mid twenties it is this: leave them all alone. Let them do their thing until they are about 29 and then get them. These boys think they are such hot shit and want nothing more than to wait for ANYTHING better to come along, when in fact, it never does. In other words, these guys have no idea what they want, so let them try everything. Don't respond, don't go after them, don't chase them. Let them come to you. They will, I promise, but don't do the chasing. It's funny seeing it from this side of the fence, and I honestly used to hate people like me that would say these things as if I know better, but trust me on this one. I couldn't believe it was the same exact cycle that I've been through a million times, only this time I laughed. It's actually hilarious to watch when someone thinks that you have nothing better to do than chase after them. WAY too awesome for that :o)
*I should probably wear make-up more. Like when you go to Subway and the girl behind the counter, who is American, say, can I help you sir? Yeah.....
*Consistently listen to your father when he says to keep your mouth shut around your family. Opening it NEVER does good.
Okay, back to work, the "boss" just walked in and I should look like I'm doing something.
Harry Potter count down.....2 days!!! Can't wait married spice!
*Apparently I am overqualified for every job on earth. How do I know this? Because I have heard that phrase more times in the past three months than I care too. Look people, I'm not looking to save lives or cure cancer or anything, I'm just looking for a little pocket change so that I can pay the bills and keep up with my happy hour life. I met with Gaylord in Texas. I had four interviews with four different people and didn't get the job because although my event experience was extraordinary, I have no hotel experience. Then I go into a radio station where the interview was actually set up for me. The guy said that I was way overqualified for what he needed me to do, so why was I in the station in the first place. Had I thought of working for Westwood One...(Jim Halpert face. Obviously he didn't actually look at my resume) And then there was my favorite. Walking into a local dog daycare where the lady said to me that I was overqualified to work there. At this point I had actually had it hearing that statement and I said, "I'm sorry, I have absolutely no source of income right now and no experience working with pets.What exactly makes me too qualified to work here?" She was stumped considering that she just came from a 25 year career in marketing and advertising. And this, after we had already sat down and talked for an hour. ARGH!!!!! So, here I sit in my dad's office making $200 a week so that I can pay my bills. Two thumbs up...
*I would rather sell my eggs or get Malaria than work in another office building day in and day out. I'm serious too. For a majority of Saturday night, I was huddled in a group of people where I was offered to get Malaria for $5,000. My initial reaction was oh no, oh no, oh no, but then I asked what the worst that could happen would be. When I was told that the worst that would happen would be that I could potentially pee black, I'm actually considering it. I mean, we don't live in a third world country so if I were to get Malaria, wouldn't I want to get it here? And I'll get the vaccine right away if I happen to contract it so, where's the downside. It's not like I'm getting Herpes or Hep. That shit doesn't go away. You have that forever! So, like any good "what else could I sell on my body" conversation should go, this one progressed to selling your eggs. Rumor has it that there are people out there that will pay up to $14,000 for ONE egg. ONE! I'm almost 33 so my supply is dwindling down anyway. Why would I not want to help a family in need by giving them one of mine? I'm not planning on having any rug rats anytime soon, nor am I practicing it. So yesterday, I looked into it and what it involves. My rule being that if I'm not knocked out in this process there is no amount of money in the world that would replace that pain. All you have to do is give yourself injections and take hormones and not get pregnant before the egg is removed and you're that much richer. Where is the downside? I have never actually known anyone that has done this, and I probably would want to talk to someone first, but for someone that is looking for a financial backing for her dog day care, what better way than donating your body to science? Of course, I would have to give my egg before the whole Malaria thing, I have a feeling that families trying to have kids would frown upon it.
*No matter how old I get, boys in their twenties are the same as when I was in my twenties, I'm just now older and wiser, or so I hope. So, someone that I know went to this wedding and totally made out with this guy that she didn't even know his last name until she was told later. Nor did she realize how young he was until that fact was also brought to her attention. Neither of these pieces of information bothered her. It's when she went home and he started becoming that 25 year old boy that she realized what a horrible mistake just making out with someone can be. If there is one piece of advice I can give every girl in their twenties, or in their early to mid twenties it is this: leave them all alone. Let them do their thing until they are about 29 and then get them. These boys think they are such hot shit and want nothing more than to wait for ANYTHING better to come along, when in fact, it never does. In other words, these guys have no idea what they want, so let them try everything. Don't respond, don't go after them, don't chase them. Let them come to you. They will, I promise, but don't do the chasing. It's funny seeing it from this side of the fence, and I honestly used to hate people like me that would say these things as if I know better, but trust me on this one. I couldn't believe it was the same exact cycle that I've been through a million times, only this time I laughed. It's actually hilarious to watch when someone thinks that you have nothing better to do than chase after them. WAY too awesome for that :o)
*I should probably wear make-up more. Like when you go to Subway and the girl behind the counter, who is American, say, can I help you sir? Yeah.....
*Consistently listen to your father when he says to keep your mouth shut around your family. Opening it NEVER does good.
Okay, back to work, the "boss" just walked in and I should look like I'm doing something.
Harry Potter count down.....2 days!!! Can't wait married spice!
Monday, November 1, 2010
Madtherine
I believe inside all of us we posses an alter ego. It took me 32 years, but during this weekends activities, I finally named mine. Madtherine peaked her head out a few times this weekend. It was like a free for all for my alter ego. Allow me to share The Ugly Adventures of Madtherine:
Story number one: God bless the vet, but considering that there is WebMD for humans and nothing for animals, they could tell me that my little Scout has boogeritis and I would believe them. However, the ONLY reason I had to go to the vet on Friday was because Scout was out of heartworm medicine. Okay, people that don't own pets, I see you with your puzzled looks, but you can't just order heartworm medicine online. You actually have to have a prescription. It's honestly one of the most annoying things in the world. Like I'm going to OD my pet on heartworm meds, or take them myself. Absolute nonsense. Now, the important part of this story is that Meg had gone in to this same vet a few days prior to take ole Roscoe in for his old man tests. She had asked the vet tech what I needed to do to get a refill on the heartworm and to trade out the wrong flea and tick medicine that was sent to me. Armed with an informational post-it, Meg comes home and hands me the instructions on what I needed to do. Essentially all I needed to do was bring Scout in to get weighed, bring her medical records in and have my vet fax over a prescription. This sounds extremely easy enough for me to carve out a few minutes of my day to get this down. And, knowing how busy vet offices can be, I called to see what day and time would be best. I also reiterated the conversation that was had with Meg, so they knew what exactly I was going to do there. So, with flea and tick medicine, instructions from the vet, and Scout in tow, we head off to the vet. We walk in the door, and the time they had set for me two days ago, was entered into the system wrong. I was two hours early. But, there was no one in the lobby, so they decided they could take me. This is where I started to get confused because honestly the only reason I called was to make sure I was doing this all correctly. So, I started to ask some questions because I was simply going off the post-it instructions I was given. I thought my only requirement was to come in and weigh her and now the vet has to see us and they don't have the original heartworm medicine that Scout takes so they have to give me the name brand stuff. Apparently within the past two days, they have a new policy that they won't just give heartworm medicine, the vet actually has to see the dog. Which is the exact opposite of what we were told. This entire adventure sounds cheap already. Weight taken, only two pounds gained, way to go Scout, we head into the little room, as we wait for the vet to see us. Now, all of you reading this with pets understand what happens the second that a vet walks into the room, right? The price that you thought you were paying, automatically explodes. I had no issues with the dog. She doesn't need any shots, and honestly the ONLY reason we were in there was because the first vet tech gave Meg instructions. Something tells me that communication is not huge at this organization. I couldn't actually believe that we were getting a check up for heartworm medicine. After a few minutes of looking her over, the vet decides she needs to take her in the back to get a closer inspection. Since I had already asked, I reminded el doctor that we also needed a little anal gland extraction. Someone had been scooting their little behind around the floor. 20 minutes later, and a much cleaner rear end, we were escorted to the front where again I was reminded that they did not carry the original brand of heartworm medicine and I was going to have to pay for the upgrade. Fine, whatever. I need it so let's get this done. Then I brought out the F&T med again and asked if we could swap it out. To which the lady behind the desk said no. She actually told me no, when the other person had told Meg yes, all I had to do was bring the dog in. Now, my face is turning red and I'm getting really angry, when the lady hands me the bill. $170! ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY DOLLARS! You have to be out of your mind. Her anal gland extraction was $35 alone! I could have gone up to PetSmart and had them do it for $8, but I figured that it wouldn't be too much of a price jump from there. HOLY CRAP! I almost actually lost my entire mind right then and there. It was extremely hard for me to keep my cool. So, as I hand my credit card off to the tech, I make mention that that was an extremely expensive weigh in and that they probably should learn to talk with one another about what they say to their clients. I'm still in a little bit of disbelief that that whole thing happened, and then the weekend continued......
Story number two: There are a few things that you learn living in a big city. 1. The traffic sucks and you can't get anywhere in less than 30 minutes. 2. There is always somewhere to watch a game no matter who your team is and 3. If a major event comes to town, stay as far away from it as humanly possible. So, why did I think that going downtown for the Rally for Sanity/Fear would be an amazing idea? I love me some Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, but for all that is good and holy if I ever think that going to something historical would change my life for the better, I should think again. Allow me to start from the very beginning, I hear it's a very good place to start. A few of us had decided to meet outside of a metro stop downtown, as it would be the easiest mode of transportation to get there. So, I picked a friend of mine up and we headed over to the closest metro stop to us to which we were met with a WALL of people. Now, I have lived in this town for most of my life and never have I ever seen the train so jammed up with people, that I wasn't sure when we were actually going to be able to get on the train. It was a terrible time for my friend to tell me that she was claustrophobic and wasn't excited about this whole idea. After standing there for a few minutes and hearing from a local guy that the train stop that started this nightmare was on an hour and half delay, I made the executive decision to drive into the city. If you read that sentence with as much panic and I decided it, welcome to how my day would go. We actually made it into the city, no problem. Found a parking spot, no problem. Come to find out, the meter was broken. It was almost like it was meant to be. So what if we were actually 15 blocks from where we needed to be. I was okay with it. It was a nice day, I was being smothered by people, so why not enjoy it? We walk past the Washington Monument, Natural History Museum and right when I had the National Gallery of Art within my reach, the mob of all mobs was where we were. In the back of my mind, all I kept hearing my friend say was that she was claustrophobic. I still can't imagine why you would think coming to a rally would be a good idea, but here we were. I honestly felt like we were two little salmons, swimming up stream to get to our eggs. I was pushed and poked and prodded by people who wanted to "Keep Fear Alive" or "Restore Sanity". It was some of the craziest nonsense I've ever seen. We push on like this for what seems like forever, but only about 5-10 minutes. We find a stream of people that are heading in the same direction we are, and follow them. They lead us to one of the doors of the Gallery and I figure, why not just take this to the front and try to find my friend. Only, I actually don't know where she is because we have no cell service. Thinking that about 1,000 people will have this same idea, we head to the front, where there is more space than I know what to do with. I have absolutely no idea why the area outside the sculpture garden is so populated. In any case, we find a great place to stand where there aren't that many people around, right in the nick of time. Well, I guess I should say we find a great place where we can see the big screen TV, but can't hear a damn word that's being said. It was great people watching, but not really historic to me because I had no idea what was going on. And we still didn't have cell service. So, we stand around living the dream for 2 hours. When, at 2 pm, I felt as if I was literally going to pass out. I couldn't remember the last meal I ate, and it was kind of warm and we weren't drinking a lot of water and had been around a lot of people. So, we needed to find food stat. I wasn't really sure how far I could walk, that's how low my blood sugar was. We head right back out the way we came and are met with streets full of people, which meant that finding a place where we could get food was completely absurd and out of the question. The hot dog guys on the street had a line an hour long. I just needed something! We start to walk down the street in the direction of our car, when we find an historic DC landmark that sells burgers. DONE! We walk in and are greeted with another long line of people. Holy crap! Do these people ever stop? The answer, is no. We get up to the front, order our food and I decide to get us a table because who knows how much busier this place is going to get. ONE HOUR LATER, my friend is coming around the corner with our food. I am not even exaggerating a little bit with this story. There were moments during that hour that I had my head on the table slowly passing out. Some of you might have actually received texts from me during that time because I was willing myself to stay awake. If I wanted to know what dehydration with possible starving to death would feel like, it was then. And it sucked! I'm not entirely sure that the food was any good either. I ate it so fast I got the worst belly ache. And then we had to walk another 10 blocks back to the car and sit in traffic, because just like the theory of relativity, what comes in, must go out. All in all, it was quiet possibly the worst experience of my life and I'm not entirely happy that I went. ......Which leads us to
Story number three: Now, I wasn't keeping the best story for last, so don't get your hopes up that we're ending on a bang here, but I just wanted to keep the theme alive of just how much my temper was tested this weekend. So, lately Scout and I have been going to the local dog park because I've gotten a little lazy with walking her and it's just getting cold. Sunday was just another day in which I knew a lot of dogs would be out and she would get her energy released. Which makes me a very happy person. (not to mention my room mates love her being tired as well) After about 45 minutes of playing on dry land, I could tell she was getting hot, so I decided to take her down in the river. You can only imagine how dirty a river in a dog park could be,which is important in telling this story. And people let their dogs poop and pee in this river and no one really says anything because it's gross. So, Scout was WAY out in the water when I saw her popping a squat to poop. I really didn't think anything of it and was secretly rooting her own, when to my right, I hear a lady say, you're going to go clean that up. To which my response was, no, I'm really not. Please do not read this and think that I'm one of those dog owners that doesn't clean up after my dog, because I'm not. I'm extremely anal about it and HATE when others don't clean up, but it's a river and it's cold and I have shoes on and no. But this lady was not giving up. She kept taunting me and telling me that I was to go clean it up. So, I took my shoes off and heading into the water. The extremely cold, disgusting, dirty, water. I thought I was going to throw up in it, it was so gross. I began to look, and look, and look. I was walking slow and looking everywhere. When apparently I had gone too far, poop Nazi calls out, "I think it's closer this way". I respond with my glaring eyeballs that I was secretly wishing were laser beams. I had looked "closer this way". I had looked further out. When she said, "I think it's a little more out there" and started pointing, I had finally had it. I simply said, "would you really just shut the fuck up?" Yes, I actually did. I know it's not right and it's not polite and it might actually get me kicked out of the dog park forever, but when someone is telling you to pick up your dogs poop and standing 50 yards away from you, yelling at you for 15 minutes while you wading in the poop filled water, something has to give. I'm not proud of what I did right then, and I'm not sure I wouldn't do it again, but it was right then and there I knew I had had just about enough of the weekend and it was time to seclude myself in my room for a while.
So, that's exactly what I did. Today has been much better for me and I hope to not see Madtherine for a while. But holy crap, don't get in that girls crossfire. She's ruthless!
Story number one: God bless the vet, but considering that there is WebMD for humans and nothing for animals, they could tell me that my little Scout has boogeritis and I would believe them. However, the ONLY reason I had to go to the vet on Friday was because Scout was out of heartworm medicine. Okay, people that don't own pets, I see you with your puzzled looks, but you can't just order heartworm medicine online. You actually have to have a prescription. It's honestly one of the most annoying things in the world. Like I'm going to OD my pet on heartworm meds, or take them myself. Absolute nonsense. Now, the important part of this story is that Meg had gone in to this same vet a few days prior to take ole Roscoe in for his old man tests. She had asked the vet tech what I needed to do to get a refill on the heartworm and to trade out the wrong flea and tick medicine that was sent to me. Armed with an informational post-it, Meg comes home and hands me the instructions on what I needed to do. Essentially all I needed to do was bring Scout in to get weighed, bring her medical records in and have my vet fax over a prescription. This sounds extremely easy enough for me to carve out a few minutes of my day to get this down. And, knowing how busy vet offices can be, I called to see what day and time would be best. I also reiterated the conversation that was had with Meg, so they knew what exactly I was going to do there. So, with flea and tick medicine, instructions from the vet, and Scout in tow, we head off to the vet. We walk in the door, and the time they had set for me two days ago, was entered into the system wrong. I was two hours early. But, there was no one in the lobby, so they decided they could take me. This is where I started to get confused because honestly the only reason I called was to make sure I was doing this all correctly. So, I started to ask some questions because I was simply going off the post-it instructions I was given. I thought my only requirement was to come in and weigh her and now the vet has to see us and they don't have the original heartworm medicine that Scout takes so they have to give me the name brand stuff. Apparently within the past two days, they have a new policy that they won't just give heartworm medicine, the vet actually has to see the dog. Which is the exact opposite of what we were told. This entire adventure sounds cheap already. Weight taken, only two pounds gained, way to go Scout, we head into the little room, as we wait for the vet to see us. Now, all of you reading this with pets understand what happens the second that a vet walks into the room, right? The price that you thought you were paying, automatically explodes. I had no issues with the dog. She doesn't need any shots, and honestly the ONLY reason we were in there was because the first vet tech gave Meg instructions. Something tells me that communication is not huge at this organization. I couldn't actually believe that we were getting a check up for heartworm medicine. After a few minutes of looking her over, the vet decides she needs to take her in the back to get a closer inspection. Since I had already asked, I reminded el doctor that we also needed a little anal gland extraction. Someone had been scooting their little behind around the floor. 20 minutes later, and a much cleaner rear end, we were escorted to the front where again I was reminded that they did not carry the original brand of heartworm medicine and I was going to have to pay for the upgrade. Fine, whatever. I need it so let's get this done. Then I brought out the F&T med again and asked if we could swap it out. To which the lady behind the desk said no. She actually told me no, when the other person had told Meg yes, all I had to do was bring the dog in. Now, my face is turning red and I'm getting really angry, when the lady hands me the bill. $170! ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY DOLLARS! You have to be out of your mind. Her anal gland extraction was $35 alone! I could have gone up to PetSmart and had them do it for $8, but I figured that it wouldn't be too much of a price jump from there. HOLY CRAP! I almost actually lost my entire mind right then and there. It was extremely hard for me to keep my cool. So, as I hand my credit card off to the tech, I make mention that that was an extremely expensive weigh in and that they probably should learn to talk with one another about what they say to their clients. I'm still in a little bit of disbelief that that whole thing happened, and then the weekend continued......
Story number two: There are a few things that you learn living in a big city. 1. The traffic sucks and you can't get anywhere in less than 30 minutes. 2. There is always somewhere to watch a game no matter who your team is and 3. If a major event comes to town, stay as far away from it as humanly possible. So, why did I think that going downtown for the Rally for Sanity/Fear would be an amazing idea? I love me some Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert, but for all that is good and holy if I ever think that going to something historical would change my life for the better, I should think again. Allow me to start from the very beginning, I hear it's a very good place to start. A few of us had decided to meet outside of a metro stop downtown, as it would be the easiest mode of transportation to get there. So, I picked a friend of mine up and we headed over to the closest metro stop to us to which we were met with a WALL of people. Now, I have lived in this town for most of my life and never have I ever seen the train so jammed up with people, that I wasn't sure when we were actually going to be able to get on the train. It was a terrible time for my friend to tell me that she was claustrophobic and wasn't excited about this whole idea. After standing there for a few minutes and hearing from a local guy that the train stop that started this nightmare was on an hour and half delay, I made the executive decision to drive into the city. If you read that sentence with as much panic and I decided it, welcome to how my day would go. We actually made it into the city, no problem. Found a parking spot, no problem. Come to find out, the meter was broken. It was almost like it was meant to be. So what if we were actually 15 blocks from where we needed to be. I was okay with it. It was a nice day, I was being smothered by people, so why not enjoy it? We walk past the Washington Monument, Natural History Museum and right when I had the National Gallery of Art within my reach, the mob of all mobs was where we were. In the back of my mind, all I kept hearing my friend say was that she was claustrophobic. I still can't imagine why you would think coming to a rally would be a good idea, but here we were. I honestly felt like we were two little salmons, swimming up stream to get to our eggs. I was pushed and poked and prodded by people who wanted to "Keep Fear Alive" or "Restore Sanity". It was some of the craziest nonsense I've ever seen. We push on like this for what seems like forever, but only about 5-10 minutes. We find a stream of people that are heading in the same direction we are, and follow them. They lead us to one of the doors of the Gallery and I figure, why not just take this to the front and try to find my friend. Only, I actually don't know where she is because we have no cell service. Thinking that about 1,000 people will have this same idea, we head to the front, where there is more space than I know what to do with. I have absolutely no idea why the area outside the sculpture garden is so populated. In any case, we find a great place to stand where there aren't that many people around, right in the nick of time. Well, I guess I should say we find a great place where we can see the big screen TV, but can't hear a damn word that's being said. It was great people watching, but not really historic to me because I had no idea what was going on. And we still didn't have cell service. So, we stand around living the dream for 2 hours. When, at 2 pm, I felt as if I was literally going to pass out. I couldn't remember the last meal I ate, and it was kind of warm and we weren't drinking a lot of water and had been around a lot of people. So, we needed to find food stat. I wasn't really sure how far I could walk, that's how low my blood sugar was. We head right back out the way we came and are met with streets full of people, which meant that finding a place where we could get food was completely absurd and out of the question. The hot dog guys on the street had a line an hour long. I just needed something! We start to walk down the street in the direction of our car, when we find an historic DC landmark that sells burgers. DONE! We walk in and are greeted with another long line of people. Holy crap! Do these people ever stop? The answer, is no. We get up to the front, order our food and I decide to get us a table because who knows how much busier this place is going to get. ONE HOUR LATER, my friend is coming around the corner with our food. I am not even exaggerating a little bit with this story. There were moments during that hour that I had my head on the table slowly passing out. Some of you might have actually received texts from me during that time because I was willing myself to stay awake. If I wanted to know what dehydration with possible starving to death would feel like, it was then. And it sucked! I'm not entirely sure that the food was any good either. I ate it so fast I got the worst belly ache. And then we had to walk another 10 blocks back to the car and sit in traffic, because just like the theory of relativity, what comes in, must go out. All in all, it was quiet possibly the worst experience of my life and I'm not entirely happy that I went. ......Which leads us to
Story number three: Now, I wasn't keeping the best story for last, so don't get your hopes up that we're ending on a bang here, but I just wanted to keep the theme alive of just how much my temper was tested this weekend. So, lately Scout and I have been going to the local dog park because I've gotten a little lazy with walking her and it's just getting cold. Sunday was just another day in which I knew a lot of dogs would be out and she would get her energy released. Which makes me a very happy person. (not to mention my room mates love her being tired as well) After about 45 minutes of playing on dry land, I could tell she was getting hot, so I decided to take her down in the river. You can only imagine how dirty a river in a dog park could be,which is important in telling this story. And people let their dogs poop and pee in this river and no one really says anything because it's gross. So, Scout was WAY out in the water when I saw her popping a squat to poop. I really didn't think anything of it and was secretly rooting her own, when to my right, I hear a lady say, you're going to go clean that up. To which my response was, no, I'm really not. Please do not read this and think that I'm one of those dog owners that doesn't clean up after my dog, because I'm not. I'm extremely anal about it and HATE when others don't clean up, but it's a river and it's cold and I have shoes on and no. But this lady was not giving up. She kept taunting me and telling me that I was to go clean it up. So, I took my shoes off and heading into the water. The extremely cold, disgusting, dirty, water. I thought I was going to throw up in it, it was so gross. I began to look, and look, and look. I was walking slow and looking everywhere. When apparently I had gone too far, poop Nazi calls out, "I think it's closer this way". I respond with my glaring eyeballs that I was secretly wishing were laser beams. I had looked "closer this way". I had looked further out. When she said, "I think it's a little more out there" and started pointing, I had finally had it. I simply said, "would you really just shut the fuck up?" Yes, I actually did. I know it's not right and it's not polite and it might actually get me kicked out of the dog park forever, but when someone is telling you to pick up your dogs poop and standing 50 yards away from you, yelling at you for 15 minutes while you wading in the poop filled water, something has to give. I'm not proud of what I did right then, and I'm not sure I wouldn't do it again, but it was right then and there I knew I had had just about enough of the weekend and it was time to seclude myself in my room for a while.
So, that's exactly what I did. Today has been much better for me and I hope to not see Madtherine for a while. But holy crap, don't get in that girls crossfire. She's ruthless!
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