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Sick puppy
Gatsby better start feeling better soon. I don’t know how much more of this adorably pathetic face I can take.
Cozy Saturday morning
I miss this.
“This” was my Saturday morning. And since it is now Monday morning, I am taking some time to fondly recall what it felt like to be cozy and relaxed.
Ahhhhhhhhh…
Ok, back to editing copy about affordable 3G phones and worrying about Gatsby because he’s sick right now. 😦
But that was nice, wasn’t it?
And YES, contrary to what it may look like, I am wearing pants in that photo.
This is not political
Have you met me? I don’t do politics.
I’ve voted Democrat and Republican. But most of the time, I’m just not paying attention. (Case in point: I just Googled “What is Occupy Wall Street.” Yep.)
But this Open Letter to that 53% Guy just makes a lot of sense to me.
I guess that means I’m a liberal? (Full disclosure: I think I already knew that.)
A tiny dog’s revenge
In what I think was an attempt at payback for waking him up to take this photo last night, Gatsby decided to assault us this morning.
As soon as the alarm went off, he sprung from underneath the covers and dive-bombed our faces, licking everything within reach of his (strangely long) tongue.
Then he barked incessantly at who-knows-what all morning, and cried when I yelled at him and threatened him with the spray bottle (water messes up his hair). And then he started barking again.
All I can say is that it’s a good thing he’s The Cutest Dog In the World.
Have we learned NOTHING from Jurassic Park??
According to the Today Show this morning, scientists are working on cloning the woolly mammoth, and may actually create one in the next 5 or 6 years. And within the next couple of generations, woolly mammoths could once again be roaming the plains.
They actually said that.
I guess when I got scared by Jurassic Park as a kid and my parents said, “Don’t worry, it’s just a movie,” THEY WERE WRONG.
Please excuse me while I work on suppressing disturbing visions of a cup of water vibrating in time with increasingly loud thumping sounds in the distance…
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Thank you, Carlie from one week ago!
Bad news: The weather today includes descriptors such as “driving rain,” “unseasonably cold temperatures,” and “60 mph wind gusts.”
Good news: This morning, I received the Lands End Canvas rain jacket that I bought online last week!
Yep, I just high-fived myself.
And I don’t know why, but present me is really getting a feeling that future me might also need these boots. And this tote bag. And this pretty dress…
Weather.com helps us prepare for a zombie apocalypse
“[Zombies] move slower in the winter months, so out of necessity they eat less because it is harder for them to catch their prey. However, a zombie will never starve to the point of death, and when the spring comes they’ll be highly mobile and ravenous once again.”
Remember: in the event of a zombie apocalypse, knowledge is power.
Knowledge and a chain saw.
The five F’s
Friday
Fall
Friends
Fire pit
Freaking beer in a boot (Yes, I’m stretching it. What would you prefer? Fancy beer? Festive beer? Whatevs.)
And no, I did not drink that entire boot. We shared it. That’s what friends are for!
Photos taken in Palatine, IL at Emmett’s and Bauer’s Brauhaus.
I remember when I could sit down and not cry…
Ah, yes. Those were the good ol’ days (yesterday).
That was back before I subjected myself to a GoCycle spinning class. And now my ass is all kinds of unhappy. Last I checked, padded seats are not a super-advanced concept!
But the workout itself was fantastic. My legs were pretty much useless afterwards. To anyone who saw me walking home after class last night – no, I was not doing an impression of Bambi on ice.
Unfortunately for me, this all adds up to some terrible foreshadowing…
Normally, I get sore approximately 24 hours after a good workout. So come 6:30 tonight, I am preparing myself to be completely immobile. I might as well forget I even had these things called legs for the next day or so. And then, when I’m finally able to lower myself onto a toilet seat without screaming (cause this here is REAL!), I’ll go back for another class and enter this world of pain all over again. So worth it! (…is what I have to keep telling myself.)
Carlie Crash 