Showing posts with label me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label me. Show all posts

Friday, January 2, 2009

A Week With My Own Marley

So, I'm living my very own "Marley and Me" this week. I am dog sitting my friends' dog for the week while they are camping. These are the same friends that watch my dog when I am out-of-town.
This is Haley. Haley is a yellow lab who is about 9 years old. Haley is a sweet dog, but she is also a 100 pound beast! During the times that I have "watched" her she has dug up my yard, eaten a sprinkler, chewed up my slippers, and numerous times I have found myself standing on top of my couch or bed with a rolled up magazine trying to get her to stop (fill in the blank). She is the messiest eater and drinker (more water is on the ground than in her mouth), she jumps straight up in the air when I bring her food and water, often knocking the bowls out of my hand in the midst of her jumping bean-like behavior. She also walks around when she poops so cleaning up the mess is time consuming since there aren't any piles, but rather little pieces sprinkled all over the grass.

Now that Haley is getting older, she has settled down some and this winter my friends have decided to try her in the house during the day. Up until now, Haley has been an outside dog. This new privilege began a day or so before I left for Hawaii. I was told when I dropped Koho off that Haley had been pretty good inside and there was hope that she would be able to be part of the family inside the house during the day. Koho of course was thrilled with that since usually when she stays, the dogs remain outside and Koho doesn't really understand what she is doing outside with "that dog".

Apparently, the inside thing was a success and I was told when I picked up Koho and Haley to take them back to my house that she had been very good inside. That was great for me since my dog likes to be inside and I have always felt bad to leave Haley outside when we were inside. There were just a few exceptions. The one that concerned me the most was that if she drank too much water she would throw up. Hmm, OK - no water inside, that's for sure. "No worries," I thought, "Everything will be fine." This is how it has gone so far.

  • The first afternoon (the day of my extreme jet lag) I let her in after making sure she had done her business. I blocked her from going upstairs, but she was allowed to wander around downstairs where there are only tile and wood floors. She spent a little bit of time sniffing around, and then found Koho's water and proceeded to drink it all up, leaving a lot of it on the tile floor. Remembering the exception, I took her by the collar to make her go outside. As I pulled her, she planted her bottom on the ground, her collar came off over her head, my socks slipped on the wood floor, and I fell on my bottom.
    • Later that night, I let her back in to see how it would go. She found a chewy bone in Koho's toys, squeezed her way onto Koho's bed next to Koho, and went to town on it. The next half hour was pretty pleasant and calm with Haley chewing on the bone and staying in one place. Not really paying attention, I suddenly heard the lapping of water. I had picked up the water dish before letting Haley in and then I realized it was coming from the bathroom. Haley was drinking out of the toilet. Before I could get a treat and get her outside, she threw up in my bathroom. She spent the rest of the evening outside.
    • The next day, I tried it again. I was in the process of making chicken enchiladas that evening. I grilled the chicken outside while the dogs milled around inside and out. I brought the chicken in, sat it on the counter (you already know what's coming, don't you), and quickly went back outside to clean and cover the grill. When I came back in, Haley's two giant paws were up on the counter and she was eating one of the chicken breasts. Back outside she went.
    • Koho has a dog house outside that she never uses but Haley loves it. However, my dog is about 45 pounds and Haley is a beast. She goes in the dog house, but has a little trouble getting out. This week I have often walked outside to see her and when she tries to get out of the doghouse it is stuck to her backside and she walks around with the house on her back - like a turtle.
    • With the water put up, the toilet seats down, and no food in sight, I let Haley back in the next afternoon. She found the chewy bone and a spot on Koho's bed again. She finished the bone and started to walk around again. I firmly told her to go back to the bed. She did, and then got up. I snapped my fingers and said, "Go, Haley." She walked back to the bed and then I heard this rustling noise. I looked over and she was humping the bed. That's right! Outside again, and that is where she is staying put until she is picked up on Saturday.

    I know, pathetic isn't it?

    Sunday, October 19, 2008

    My Day

    I "stole" this idea from Karen at For the Love of Pete. Her post was about a weekday, which I think would be fun, but before I do that, I thought I would document my Saturday. It was a busy one...
    Saturday, 10/18/08
    7:45 am Last night I set my alarm for 8:30 am. This morning, I rolled over and looked at the clock on the bedside table and went into panic mode when I saw it was 5:30 and my alarm hadn't gone off. I checked my alarm and saw that it was set for 8:30 which reminded me that it was Saturday. I whispered, "Yay!" and rolled over to go back to sleep. I must have gotten myself all riled up with panic because I had trouble going back to sleep and then woke again at 7:45 and just decided to start my day. This is how it is everyday really. I wake up, Koho jumps out of bed, I let her outside, she comes back in and goes back to sleep...lucky dog.

    8:00 Worked out on the elliptical while watching Desperate Housewives.

    8:45 Showered and dressed

    10:00 am Went grocery shopping at Stater Brothers and mailed a package at the mail store right next door

    10:30Back home

    10:40 Put away the groceries and got changed into my clothes for the rest of the day.

    11:30 Went to my friend Kristen's house to visit for a bit before leaving to have lunch.

    11:45 Painted Emily's (one of my favorite people) nails while Kristen and I talked.

    12:15 Kristen, Emily, and I went to lunch at the Olive Garden. It was a girls day out as the boys were camping with their dad for the weekend. We enjoyed our time talking about what has been going on with each of us...my job, her kids, oh and also why boys have such a fascination with their poop and "sitting" in the bathroom for long periods of time. I know gross, but true.

    2:00 We went to Michaels where I purchased some crafty things to make for holiday gifts for my co-workers...Then to the shoe store where, surprisingly, I didn't find any shoes I liked, but Kristen did. Emily and I counted all the pink shoes in the store.
    3:00 Stopped at Coffee Bean for a caramel blended and to read my book until my next "appointment"

    3:40 Met them (my friends/co-workers) for a movie - "The Duchess" and dinner at Vivoli. We ate, drank a bottle of wine, and solved all the world's problems...at least our own little world's problems.

    10:00 Back home where I caught up on some recorded TV including "Real Time" with Bill Maher.

    11:30 Back up to bed, writing this post.

    Sunday, February 17, 2008

    Cleaning the Garage

    About a year ago the garage refrigerator stopped working. That fridge was the place where the beer, wine, other soda (for guests), and the big Costco stuff were kept. When It died, I had to toss all the stuff that defrosted and pull out all the cans and bottles. I had it removed and in doing so, lost a shelf that had been used for storing garage type things like boxes, cleaning supplies, etc.

    -No, this isn't really my garage.-

    (Funny story - shortly after getting rid of the fridge I noticed that my sprinklers had stopped working. My gardener came out to check and he realized that there wasn't any power going to the timer; the timer that was plugged into the same outlet as the refrigerator. He pressed the reset button and the sprinkler timer clicked back on. Later that night I sat up in bed and said, "Ah man, the refrigerator didn't die, it was the stupid reset button, and I just got rid of it!" But, I digress)


    After the fridge incident, my garage was a mess. Beer and soda bottles lined the cement floor and all the things that came off the top of the fridge were also strewn about the garage. I am not good with clutter. I hate it, but if I have it, I tend to make more because I am too busy to deal with it. It becomes a vicious cycle. Therefore, my garage began to close in on me and my car as the year moved on. Every school break I promised myself that I would do something about it, but I didn't. I didn't until this weekend.


    Having 3 days off for President's Day, I had an extra day to do some things around the house; things I had been putting off. As most people who know me know that once I put my mind to something, I put all of my energy into it. It took me a year, but this garage is now clean! I spent all day and it felt good. Well, mostly good. There were some things in the garage that my parents had moved into it before they moved to Hawaii. Family pictures, albums, and other things that they didn't want to take with them, but also couldn't get rid of. As I went through some of the stuff, I got very sad. Dumb little things, like the softball and a horse book that my dad gave me, made me upset. It has been about three years since my Dad passed away suddenly and it backs up on me about once-a-week with little things like cleaning the garage. I bawled like a baby for a few minutes, with my ipod blaring in my ears and my dog staring at me. The neighbors next door were also cleaning out their garage - I sure hope they didn't hear me. I thought I was going to have to stop, but I got through it and, of course couldn't get rid of any of the things that made me upset. The next time I clean the garage, maybe it will be easier.

    -Mine is almost as clean as this one.-

    Anyhow, now that it's over, I am happy that I can walk to my car without having to rub up against it and the pile of crap that had invaded the garage. It's clean and organized. Now it just needs a refrigerator.

    I'm Addicted to Coke...

    ...a Cola.





    I know that it is a bad addiction, but I guess it could be worse - cigarettes, alcohol, the other coke. But, it is still bad for my teeth, my health, my head (headaches without it), and my pocketbook. There are times when I decide that I am going to cutback and I do for a little while, but I am much happier when I am on the stuff. The caffeine aside, I just like it. There's nothing better than a coke to take the edge off.

    I am a picky soda drinker...

    1. The soda must have a lot (I mean extra, extra, extra) of ice.

    2. I don't like if from a warm can or bottle - even when it's poured over a lot of ice. The ice melts and it tastes flat. (see #1)

    3. I don't like it from a bar gun. I used to work in a bar and it's kept warm most of the time if if it's coming from the soda gun. Plus, bar glasses are too small to put in a lot of ice. Ick! (see #1)

    4. Pepsi, RC, or any of the other cola substitutes will not do. I avoid restaurants that don't serve Coke.

    5. From fast foods, I prefer my Coke in a styrofoam cup - it stays colder longer, and doesn't sweat which keeps the ice from melting. (see #1)

    My favorite restaurant for Coke is Jimmy Deans because it best fits my cup and ice criteria - styrofoam cup AND rabbit turd ice which is self serve so I can have A LOT!




    As stated above, I have tried to cutback. I have tried diet and/or caffeine free. I have tried and convinced myself I liked C2. Once I even pulled an Elaine (think Seinfeld and the Today Sponge) and bought cases of C2 when I heard they were going to stop making it. It didn't work - I still have it in my garage and I don't drink it. These alternatives are just not the same.

    While on winter break in January, I had time to think about how bad it is for me, and again thought I would try a diet soda. All the advertisements for Coke Zero say it tastes like regular Coke with out the calories so I bought a bottle to try. But I know me and I knew it was going to sit in the fridge because whether it tastes like Coke or not, it says Coke Zero and I know that it's different. I know that if I were to try it, I wouldn't like it on principle alone.

    After vacation was over I went to lunch with Mike and Jason and told them about the Coke Zero sitting in my refridgerator and my dilema. I was afraid that I wouldn't give Coke Zero a chance on looks alone. We came up with a plan, that the next time I was at Jason's house, he would serve it to me without me knowing it. (Jason is a Coke Zero fan.) I thought that would be a good idea since I wouldn't be expecting it and if I liked it, Jason could congratulate me on trying and liking a diet soda.

    Yesterday afternoon I stopped by Jason's house to drop off some things. We went inside because I had to use the bathroom. When I came out, Jason approached me with a plastic cup, full of ice, and offered me an "icy, cold Coke." Now, remember, I was in on the plan that Mike and Jason devised, so I was suspicious and rightly so. He smirked and asked, "What?" To make a really long story just a little bit long, I tried it knowing that it wasn't the real thing. It was ok, certainly better than diet coke, but it wasn't my Coke.

    My name is Kim and I'm a Coke-a-holic. It has been zero minutes since my last drink.

    Here I Am!

    I have been having so much fun reading Jason http://jason-thejasonshow.blogspot.com/and JLo's http://jlo-almostfamous.blogspot.com/blogs over the last year I decided to be a "johnny come lately" and jump on the blog bandwagon. Over these last several months, when random and quirky thoughts pop into my head, I think, "That would make for a great blog." So, here I go...ready to blog about my daily nothings. Anytime I will begin...



    My bloggin' friends are pretty creative and funny, so feeling a bit under pressure to "fit in" I am suffering from some writer's block. I am sure that in time, the humerous thoughts will start flowing and I will become a blog addict like Jason has. For now...welcome!