2 minutes of joy

Here’s the promised happiness…
Breakfast was tasty. Is it still breakfast at 1:30pm?? Who cares? Breakfast was good!
Sometimes, even if you feel like you have a lot to do and a lot to get done you should still curl up together on the sofa for a little bit. It’s very nice. It’s a comfort.
The dog park…also nice. Not many dogs today with the chilled weather and threat of rain and snow. Ghengis ran like this would be the last day he could ever run again. He ran like a mad dog. Today we met another shar-pei mix dog and it was funny how similar they were even though this dog was much taller and all that.
Speaking of shar-pei mixes, I came this close || to buying a shar-pei/basset hound mix puppy yesterday!!!! Oh holy crap! I know I know I know I can’t have another puppy but still I go to PetFinder every once in a while and look up the shar-pei mix dogs up for adoption. Sigh, some day I will get Ghengis a little buddy. I would have named the new puppy Lily.
And on with the happiness…Mel-O-Glaze!! I was over by the bakery and decided to pop in to check the place out and also get a doughnut and coffee. The place is crazy and tasty and weird. I can’t describe the vibe in there, but I know I’m going to be there all the time and I will be writing about it a lot. We realized as we were ordering that they did not have a credit card machine and I almost never carry cash. We asked if they took cards and she replied, “we take IOU’s, send me a check”. I loved her, I’d never been in there before, she’d never seen me before and she was willing to just accept an IOU from me. Of course, this is probably not the best way to do business, I know I’d totally pay, but i know a lot of people who wouldn’t. Luckily, everything there was cheap and we did actually have enough cash.
The coffee at Mel-O-Glaze tasted like someone else’s butt, so I’ll have to get my coffee at the Nokomis Beach Coffee Shop (1.5 blocks from my house).
It’s 6pm, part of me feels like I have a lot to do, part of me feels like it’s time to chill.
The dog’s chilling, me too.
Pictures very soon. Also, Key West travelogue soon.

Pavlov and my name

First off, I have a batch of vanilla spice pancake batter resting in the kitchen waiting to be made into pancakes. The recipe is my own concoction, I’ll let you know how they turn out.
Also, I’m supposed to make scrambled eggs for breakfast, D went to go get the spinach and tomatoes to go in the eggs. I didn’t check before he left, but there are only 2 eggs left. Sigh, I don’t really wish he had a cell phone, but now is one of those times.
Anyway, back to Pavlov and my phone…
I’m not answering my phone. Sorry. I’ve pretty much stopped answering my phone except in a few cases where I think 1) the call is important and 2) the call won’t piss me off.
For the last few months a good third of the calls to me have been frustrating, angering, tiring or altogether not what I want to talk about. And while I know the hard part is over with the house sale and all that, my Pavlovian reaction to my phone is set.
When I hear “HELLO MOTO BYOOOOO doot doot doo doo do….”, the default ring on my phone (which I changed at one point but it went back) I tense up, my spirit falls, I just KNOW it’s going to be one of THOSE calls.
Sadly, when my friends and family call I just cannot bring myself to answer most of the time. I’m sorry, people, but I’m just not answering the bulk of the phone calls that come through. Of course most people would say “if it’s important, leave a message, I’ll get back t you”. Yeah, well I’m not checking my messages, either. If it’s important call me twice, then I’ll know.
Please don’t take it personally, I don’t mean it to be, it’s just the safety plan in place so that I don’t smash my phone to pieces. Oh, and, calling me while I’m at work is probably going to be a bad idea for a while. I’ve pretty much wasted any ‘personal call good will’ sitting on the phone with various members of the real estate industry hammering out details and situations that I pretty much lost interest weeks ago.
Okay, enough with the phone. Hate the phone.
Let’s talk about why I hate Minnesota…Tomorrow is May, today there was snow falling on me while I was outside with the dog.
My phone just rang. I answered it as it was the number from the Lund’s customer courtesy phone. David’s at the grocery store and he called and I was able to tell him we needed eggs. Okay, so sometimes I do answer my phone.
Later I’ll post something more cheerful.

yay yay hooray

I got it! The guy called me today to say he’d very much like me to rent from him. VERY MUCH! YAY! I was worried that my pink hair might be a red flag in his mr businessman world, but I figured I was pretty well spoken and I have a history of not getting kicked out of places and not getting convicted of felonies so that helps a lot.
Something in my office smells like lanolin and i fucking despise the smell of lanolin. It’s one of the few smells that just makes me ANGRY. I hate lanolin lotion with a passion.
OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!
I would threaten kids and small dogs with that thing!
I need a nap, I need to buy some beer, I want it to be warmer so I can sit outside and smoke my cigar and drink a beer.
Maybe I will go take a picture of my new place. It’s super cut

They won’t shoot this horse

We went to the vet and he’s not going to die! He has an uncommon, but very mild form of bordatella that they don’t immunize for. He’s on antibiotics for 10 days but can go back to the dog park on Saturday.
He also had blood drawn for his heartworm test, hence the flashy and very handsome bandaid. Ghengis has been to the vet 4 or 5 time for shots and check ups and getting neutered. Today was the only time EVER that I had seen him scared. He was terrified, he cowered down and shivered. It was so sad. Near as I can tell, he was too young before to really know what was going on and was just dopey happy like he always was OR the vet was a guy this time and Ghengis is always a bit reserved around men. I don’t know.
The funny thing about the vet was that he was putting so much effort into assuring me that my dog was okay. He listened to G’s heart and lungs, assured me they were fine then proceeded to tell me how he thought chest x-rays at this point would be a little excessive and just kept telling me he was sure it was minor, and all the symptoms that would mean major that he didn’t see. Dude, you’re the vet, you know your job. If you tell me my dog has a minor respiratory infection, then I’ll believe you. I figure they must see enough hysterical pet owners that they are always on the defensive about their diagnoses or something.
My dog coughs and he has a slightly elevated temp, seems reasonable that it would be something to be dealt with but not something major and life threatening.
David and I are off to dinner. mmm Thai food! (sorry, April, you’re not invited).


Speaking of my dog and the dog park and whatever is making him sick…
I’m actually trying to set up a play date between my dog and the dogs owned by Dena (roller derby goddess) and her husband Levi (my coworker).
I love saying �play date for the dogs� because it hearkens to a lifestyle that I�m not even allowed to pretend exists. Unless I can get married, buy a minivan, do up my hair in a sophisticated yet sensible manner and find new, creative uses for Stove Top stuffing, I have to pretend that playdates don�t exist.
But I rebel because I�m like that.
Of course I need to amke sure my dog is healthy before I can let him back out there to play with other dogs.