She sits on the toilet seat every morning and watches me get ready for work and, as long as I am walking around the house, she is always right behind me. At night in bed, if I roll over, she has to adjust herself to ensure that there is an adequate measure of contact between her body and mine. This last part ended up keeping me up half of the night last evening as I have a newly minted tattoo on my back. I cannot lay on it and neither can she. As many times as I pushed her away she pushed back. WTF Zelda?
Monday, January 09, 2012
The Phases of Zelda
She sits on the toilet seat every morning and watches me get ready for work and, as long as I am walking around the house, she is always right behind me. At night in bed, if I roll over, she has to adjust herself to ensure that there is an adequate measure of contact between her body and mine. This last part ended up keeping me up half of the night last evening as I have a newly minted tattoo on my back. I cannot lay on it and neither can she. As many times as I pushed her away she pushed back. WTF Zelda?
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
Goals for 2012
- Cory and I collectively aim to go out less, thus saving money for more important things.
- The back yard will be overhauled, period. Moose has made his best effort to destroy any semblance of what was formerly a source of pride for yours truly and I believe I have identified a way to make it so that even our natural disaster of a puppy can't eff it up.
- Take ownership of the dog my father in law very unceremoniously stuck us with - and be glad about it.
- Make improvements to the house.
- Travel - TRAVEL - Travel - t r a v e l
Unsubscribe to mailing lists for the myriad stores that flood my inbox on a daily basis and make me think that spending money is a good idea.DONE- Call my mother EVERY day.
- Take at least one photo per day.
- Blog more.
- Yelp more.
- Cellar more beer.
Sunday, January 01, 2012
Monday, November 14, 2011
Monday, August 29, 2011
As of last Saturday I am twenty six years old – that’s a really grown up number. I suppose that, when compared to some twenty six year old people, I sort of have my shit together. Of course, that’s only some of them. I suppose I could be an attorney, medical student, movie star… that would be much more impressive. I think back now to the milestones that I have accomplished and they suddenly seem much more serious than they did when they were happening.
- I have been married for five years. FIVE of them.
- I own a house (or at least half of one).
- I buy cars like they are going out of style.
- I own four pets.
- I finished college.
- I have a career (for now).
How is it that I am old enough to have any of these things? Because I am twenty six, that’s how. Twenty six is just past the age when you tell someone how old you are and they reply “Oh, you’re just a baby!” My dear and gentle friends, I am not a baby any more. Long passed are the days where was the youngest person in the office. In fact, I just learned that my boss and I are the same age. Good grief!
That statement finds me wanting badly to launch into a boorish diatribe about my work situation, but perhaps I will save that for another day. I want to stay positive because I am twenty six years old, and I am happy. SO happy and proud of what I have accomplished thus far. SO happy and hopeful for the things I have yet to accomplish. Also, hopeful that I will not put my foot in my mouth for using the word “hope”.
As they say, “Hope is a demon bitch”.