Saturday, June 30, 2007

Noah, Can I Borrow Your Ark?

It's been raining since I returned from Chicago - and apparently was raining here the entire time I was gone. I came home to a muddy dog, because she has no etiquette for walking around big areas of mud when not on a leash. Instead, she walks through them and then scratches her neck and ears with muddy feet. She just recently got another bath. This time, she willingly jumped in the bathtub. I think she knew she was a mess, too.

And still, it continues to rain. In fact, currently, I'm pretty much in the only area of rain in the entire country. THE ENTIRE COUNTRY. It's a huge country. And I'm right smack dab in the middle of that rain storm.

Seriously. Rain, go away. Bother someone else for a while. Just... stay away from New Jersey for a week... because I'm not staying in this land of rain much longer. My vacation away from you, Rain, will be a joyous one. Don't think about following me.

The weatherman told me that it was going to be a gorgeous weekend. No rain for us. Bunch of damn liars.

I still can't believe that radar map. I swear it's been raining here since April. We've seen like... 12 days of sunshine. I'm not even joking. I hope we get out of this stupid weather pattern soon.

The National Weather Service stated for the dates of June 27-30: "Given the tendency for storms to flow across the same portions of the area over and over, rain fell in many areas for more than 24 hours in a row. Due to the persistence of these storms, widespread 3-5 inch rainfall totals were common with some locations receiving in excess of 6-8 inches of rainfall."

Storms, move along. Stop flowing across the same portions of the area over and over. There's nothing to see here. Nothing to see...

End Blog.

Friday, June 15, 2007

Take Your Dog to Work Day

Today was take your dog to work day. Well, national take your dog to work day is really something more like June 22nd, but the person who always organizes it for us will be out of town that week, so we moved it. (We're the government. We can do things like that.) But you still have time to show up at work next Friday with your dog.

People who don't have dogs brought their children. As if children are equal replacements for dogs. But, I guess the kids had a great time playing with all the pups, so I can't really blame them.

We had a big picnic for lunch as well, and carrying food and a leash and watching a dog... well, it required too much thought and too many hands, so I didn't get very many good pictures. But, I did take a few from my cubicle.

I can't wait for next year. It's really the most fun day at work, ever. And you can see everyone with their dogs and how some of those people completely share the same temperament and personality with their pets.

(She made for a good guard dog.)

By the way, everyone thinks Remy is sweet and has a very soft, fantastic coat. At least three people asked what I feed her. Just so you know, her diet is made completely of unicorn horns, four leaf clovers, and rainbows. (Oh, and she got a bath the night before.)

She also got dressed up for work in a nice blue bandanna because she heard that the police wear blue.

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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

*Yawn* Why Are We Up So Early?

I threw my towel over Remy this morning when I got out of the shower... because I'm mean to her like that. She didn't seem to mind. She just wanted me to hurry up and get out of here so she can go back to bed.

So sleepy.

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Sunday, June 10, 2007

More Love on Remy, The Spoiled Pup

Okay, it's super true. I've spoiled my dog. It's like she's not even a dog anymore. Which is when you know you've raised them right - they become family.

I pretty much let her do whatever she wants. And she pretty much does whatever I ask of her. She's perfectly happy lying on the floor. Except I usually call her up onto something softer. A pillow. The couch. My bed. She's just too cute to have to sleep on the floor. I can't help it. Plus, if perchance I am also on the couch or bed, she will cuddle. And not just allow me to come to her, but will actually lay on top of me and be perfectly content there. It makes me remarkably happy, even if she is "just a dog".

And while she does some "bad" things... like run away from my friend who is playing fetch with her outside... she listens to me. She usually comes when called, even outside off leash (there are a few exceptions to this rule, because I, in no way, can compete with birds or that interesting spot with the intriguing smell). She's just and overall good dog. I already fear 10 years from now when I outlive her. She really is my best friend. Screw diamonds. They don't keep you warm at night. I'd rather a dog than an engagement ring. Puppies will bring more happiness than a diamond ever could. How come boys got dogs and women got diamonds? What a crock.

I'm glad that Remy lets me live in her world. I'm sure that she really is queen of this castle and only "listens" to me because she kinda likes me. I suppose it's really more of her taking my suggestions.

Plus, I am her one woman paparazzo. I'm glad she forgives me for that, too.

End Blog.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Dental Wisdom

X-Rays Enclosed

I got my teeth cleaned today. Let's just say it was a moment of awakening. I... didn't know that tartar buildup could be so hard. I've definitely broken off pieces of that junk before and thought it was portions of my tooth. Which is what it felt like today... like they were taking away part of my teeth.

People told me they love getting them cleaned. They feel smooth and wonderful. Bullshit. I don't mind the cleaning so much, but I miss that tartar build up. I don't so much care that it was "bad" for my teeth (which I no longer believe since I've never had a cavity up to this point in life), but I care that now it feels like I'm missing part of my teeth. There's this large gap at the back of my bottom teeth that never used to be there. It feels odd. And they aren't completely smooth, either... so that was a lie as well.

Anyway, I asked the doctor about my wisdom teeth. Turns out I have them, which is why I'm so smart. She wants to take them out. Probably because she is threatened by my braininess.

I got a referral to an oral surgeon, which also means I got to take home the panoramic x-rays of my mouth, which of course are so cool I want to share with the blogosphere.

Turns out, not only do I have all 4 of my wisdom teeth which will hopelessly never come in and will only cause my rear molars to rot right there inside my head... but I never lost two of my baby teeth. Both of my canines never fell out.

This means two things.

One: The tooth fairy owes me coin. I was jipped out of something in my childhood.

Two: (And she'll probably deny or not remember this.) I was right. When I was 16 or 17, I told my mom that I didn't think that I had ever lost one of my canine teeth, and I was pretty sure that the one in my mouth was still just a baby tooth. She said that was impossible and that I most likely just didn't remember losing it. Because I was a teenager and I must have lost it. Well, I'm now 26 and I still have two baby teeth.

So... HA! You can see them right there, all hiding up there on the top row. I have the option of getting my baby teeth pulled and fixing a bracket to my teeth and pulling the adult teeth down... but I'd have to see an orthodontist for that.

It's funny that the dentist saw that as a viable option. Why the hell would I ever do such a crazy thing? Not any part of that procedure sounds even remotely enjoyable. And then, on top of that, you get to pay to do it! No thank you.

So... it comes time to make a decision on my wisdom teeth. Getting them removed doesn't seem like something that I want to do anytime soon. For one, I'll likely miss work. Two, my insurance will only cover 80% of that and I assume it's a very costly procedure. And three... I'm a big baby and don't want to have surgery unless I have someone to bring me home and put me in bed and bring me applesauce and ice to put on my swollen chipmunk cheeks.

Le sigh. And this, my friends, is why everyone I knew had their wisdom teeth out when they were sixteen. About the time I was making observations that all my baby teeth had yet to come out.

So, I'm a little slow in the tooth care game, but at least I have zero cavities in this little mouth of mine. And fancy x-rays to prove it.

End Blog.

PS - If I ever die in a plane crash, remember this post. My dentist is Erica L. Fisher, DDS. (Teehee, her initials spell out elf.)

Saturday, June 02, 2007

It's Backwards Day!

You have to sleep either upside down on your bed tonight or on the opposite side you're used to. Because, according to Remy, today is Backwards Day.

She never sleeps like that.

Also, she decided to eat her food tonight while I was making dinner. It was like... "Well, if you're eating, I guess I will too." Which is pretty interesting since she usually eats between the hours of 10pm and midnight most nights. She's all sorts of being different today.

But she's still cute. I'm going to have a hard time leaving her when I get shipped off to Chicago for class soon.

Okay, I admit it. She's much more than a roommate.

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