Archive for March, 2008
Tags: noodle, pugs, Vancouver, Zelda
I am at work early, so I can say hi to all of you!
I’d also like to take a moment and tell you how sweaty I get from walking to work. I’ve never walked to work, so now the act of walking briskly for 20 min in the morning to get here makes me sweat. Then it takes me 20 min to return to a normal temperature. Then I get cold. You’d think being part German would maybe adapt me to cold, but for some reason, unless it is over 25 degrees, I am almost always cold. What’s worse though than coming to work and sitting with sweaty pits from a brisk workout?! Blah! I actually needed to dab off with a tissue yesterday (my forehead, that is)! I should just run into the office and dump the water cooler on myself when I get here.
I would have thought maybe I wouldn’t sweat so much after three weeks, but apparently this will be going on for quite a while….mmmm, who wants to rub up against me? Anyone???
Also, the dogs have been barfing, and I can’t quite figure out what exactly is keeping them on the barf train. I was giving them some of those really crunchy freeze dried liver treats or whatever the hell they are…I think they’re called Barking Mad? Anyhow, since my dogs don’t like to, you know, CHEW, they ended up barfing because the liver thing isn’t digesting because they SWALLOW THEM WHOLE. I feel bad enough when I eat a chip that I haven’t chewed enough. You know what I’m talkin’ about! When you don’t chew it enough and it drags like a rusty razor blade down your esophagus. Shit, I don’t even like to talk about it. That’s how much that sucks. Anyhow, think of swallowing a chip that’s about 5 times as thick without chewing. HOW DO DOGS DO THAT?! Crazy bastards.
Zelda threw up on the sofa, which leads me even further into wanting a leather couch, so at least then I can hose it off! Luckily, Steve found out that someone is renting a steam cleaner in the building, to which I think I heard angels singing out on high. I figure I ought to just steam clean the whole effing apartment. You know, make the most of the rental!
Is anyone else’s dog’s tongue this big?! Holy crap.
Shit, dudes! It’s been like a week without posting! My poor brain has actually worked all week long, and is left with no time to wander to thoughts of blogging about poop and pugs and all the wonderful things I used to write about! I will prevail though, oh yes.
The job is so good. I can’t tell you how much better the new job is than the other jobs. Holy. Crap.
I even have to go to the bathroom as I’m writing this, but I’ll be damned if a bowel movement will stop me!
So last weekend I bought this sweet pair of Adidas sneakers, which I guess are my first pair of fashion-esque sneakers in years, because I’ve accumulated so many cute, girly shoes that I own no casual shoes. Anyhow, I had gotten that sweet Adidas track jacket I’m wearing a few posts down at a sweet boxing day sale for like $40, so I needed some kind of casual shoe for it. Trust me, I tried on every other pair of remotely casual shoes I own, and none of them could be worn with a track jacket. SON OF A…
Anyway, I will pretty much use any excuse to buy shoes, and this was a good one! I knew that I wanted these particularly loud shoes for a long time:
because how can you not want a ridiculously loud pair of rainbow Adidas, right? Anyhow, the funny thing that goes along with these shoes is that when I went to buy them, the sales girl I handed the shoe to didn’t seem to notice that the shoe was Adidas, and that she had been looking through a pile of Nike shoe boxes for a good 4 minutes. Now, I didn’t want to be an asshole and say, “Hey! Stupid! THOSE ARE ADIDAS YOU’RE HOLDING, AND YOU ARE LOOKING IN NIKE BOXES!!!” I just kind of stayed quiet and gave a really confused look to Steve, who in turn was looking at the sales girl like she was a clam. So I ever-so-gently point out that I had taken that sample shoe from this display over here, so maybe they were in that cupboard…
“No, no, I know they’re not in there…”
Meanwhile she opens the cupboard I mentioned, actually LOOKS PAST the Adidas boxes, and keeps looking…
Another, oh, 5 minutes later she opens an Adidas box and is like, “Here they are!”
To which Steve said something like, “Yes. The Adidas sneakers were in the Adidas box. Go figure.”