Karma bit me in the ass.

Obviously I spend a lot of time at the park with my dog. I occasionally take my dog to one of the big dog parks in town. On several of these trips, as I am standing around let my dog chase after balls or other dogs or people, I catch dogs peeing on people who have no idea they are being peed (is that right?) on. They are just standing their watching their dog chase balls or other dogs and some sneaky little puppy will run up and pee on them from behind. I never say anything and secretly find it kind of funny. I mean, it's just a little dog pee on their shoe or their jeans, and by the time I see it the action has already taken place, no point in getting someone all huffy and puffy when there is nothing they can do about it.

However, I got peed on this morning. I was just out walking my dog, enjoying my morning. A dog park regular comes walking up and one of his dogs runs up to me. I lean down to pet the dog who I THINK is just being friendly, and the dog lifts it's leg and pees on my foot before I realize what just happened. And to be completely honest, I found it just has funny when it happened to me so I stand by my position of watching (and laughing) from a distance when people unsuspectingly get peed on by dogs.

An afternoon with my dog.

So for you mommy bloggers out there, you should know that I consider my dog on the same level as your kids. I buy her treats, spoil her rotten and she has complete control over my life. I also love her unconditionally and talk about all the cute things she does.

I should also include that my dog is probably as smart as most 2 year olds (and possibly smarter than I am most days). Last night I took her to the park after leaving her stuck in my little condo all day. She gets very excited about going to the park. As in the second I let her out of the house she goes tearing down the stairs, but waits patiently for me to follow her down. She then tears across the parking lot and waits patiently at my car. Then last night, when we got to the park, she tore out of the backseat of my car and ran straight up the tennis courts. I should tell you that her new favorite activity at the park is to play ball inside the tennis courts. I think she likes it for two reasons (1) it is closer to the nasty stream that I begrudgedly (so not a word I know) let her swim in (or lie in a roll around in the mud in to be more accurate) and (2) no other dog can steal her ball if she doesn't catch it. To continue, last night she tore out of my car and up to the tennis courts. Only the door into the tennis court (which is almost always open) was closed and BAMM, she ran right into it before she could stop herself. After regaining her composure she just stood there and pranced around waiting for me to let her in. Kinda of cute, really.

When she gets tired of playing ball, she stands on the other side of the tennis courts from me and holds onto the ball until I say ok. The second the word "Ok" comes out of my mouth she takes off towards the previously mentioned nasty stream and proceeds to roll around in the 3 inches of water and get covered in nasty mud and some sort of green slime thing that grows in there. Why do I let my dog do this you are asking yourself? Because she is so cute and happy when she is rolling in mud. How can I say no? I am going to be a horrible mother...you want that candy because it makes you happy? sure why not! You want to dye your hair purple? Sure why not, it might be cute!

However, onto the part about how my dog is probably as smart, at least, as any 2 year old. She always takes her ball in the stream with her, and immediately drops it just out of reach for me which means she can play and play and play in the nasty stream until SHE decides she wants to pick the ball back up and bring it to me. This is exactly what happened last night. For 20 minutes. My dog ran up and down the nasty stream, eating grass, rolling in mud, all the while checking to make sure I was still standing there waiting for her. I even tried the whole 'walk away and pretend like you are leaving thing'...didn't work. I finally came back and she was sitting there munching on nasty stream grass. Yes, my dog eats grass. She always has. She doesn't eat extreme amounts but she defiantly grazes some times. Is this weird to anyone else? I used to think so but I see dogs at the park doing it all the time so I finally gave it and just let her graze. Now I could yell at her and just leave the ball in the nasty stream but then I would constantly being buying new tennis balls (I am broke enough as is) and she is just so cute doing it that I let her get away with it.

I bet you guys all thought I had some moral for this story...nope, I just some randomness for your Saturday afternoon.

I can't help it...

I'm not really a very political person, but I am definitely on the liberal side of things and am defiantly not a fan of the Governator of California. I was just reading an article about the devastating fire in South Lake Tahoe and came across the following paragraph and my liberal mind just can't stop myself from sharing this with others in hopes of shedding some light on the high level on intelligence to be found in the Republican Party (can you sense my sarcasm there?):

"Schwarzenegger, who was in Europe when the fire broke out, was making his first visit to the area. The ex-bodybuilder picked a dumbbell from the debris and hoisted it, marveling that it was one of the few objects to survive. "Amazing," he told an aide."

Seriously? Seriously? This man is in charge of the state of California and THAT is what he said in response to the 200+ homes lost, the 3500 acres burned and the 2500 people who have lost their homes or whose homes are being threatened! Seriously? Need I say more?

Copy Cat

I am such a copy cat. Shannon did the thing (you know, the thing???)...seriously though, the thing where you type in "Shannon needs" in google and see what you get the other day and I found it hilarious so I thought I would copy her and do it as well....but you know, not with "Shannon needs" because, well, Shannon already did that so I thought I would try it with Ginger needs...

Ginger needs...
...a family to help her forget her past (?)
...to find a home
...to be grated into tiny pieces (a little disturbing)
...your help
...a royal attitude adjustment (excuse me!)
...money (how did they know?)
...a good guy her own age (fuck, the dog park guy is so much older than me but Google is telling me I need someone my own age..what to do, what to do)
...to be washed in clean (flowing) water (ummm, again, a little disturbing)
...to retire (sound good to me)
...to be peeled before being pounded (sounds good to me)
...to be controlled (I've never really been a submissive, but maybe I should try something new)

That's all folks!

It's getting dark.

Do you every have days (weeks?) where you just feel like you are drowning? Where nothing goes your way and everything is your fault? This week has been one of those weeks for me. I admittedly complain about my job a lot but I do like it (don't love it, but like it). Most of the time I really do enjoy work, it is hard and I work long days but I leave at the end of the day feeling like I have been helpful and that I have accomplished stuff.

If you saw my desk for the last 3 days you would understand my feeling. The piles just get bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and the lists of things to do just get longer and longer and longer and longer and ok, you probably have the point by now...

And the worst part is apparently it is my fault for everything that goes wrong this week. Even, yes, when I had nothing to do with it. Somehow...my fault. I know weeks like this pass but fuck if all I want to do tomorrow is call in sick and hide in my bed all day.

By the way, sorry for not blogging in so long.

This is how lazy I am...

So you obviously all know that I went on a trip last week. I was gone from Wed.-Sat. During most of this time my cell phone was off because I was in a location where it didn't come in. However since returning from my trip I have been using my cell phone but have not plugged it in to charge it since last Tuesday before I left for my trip (8 days). Today my phone finally died on me.

Do you want to know why I haven't plugged my phone in? Because I was too lazy to unpack my backpack from last weekend (sitting in the corner of my hallway) to dig out my phone charger. Guess what I just realized? Because I was going camping I knew I wouldn't have anywhere to plug my phone in so I DID NOT BRING MY PHONE CHARGER...which yes for those of you who can put 2 and 2 together, means my phone charger was right where I left it 8 days ago, plugged into an outlet near my bed!

So unprofessional.

I've never been the kind of person who cries a lot. By the way, I am supposed to be preparing right now for the following things at work tomorrow: interviewing more people because the last receptionist that we hired lasted 3 weeks (although she only actually worked 4 days and 2 hours), my mid-year review and reviewing one of my employees (let me rephrase, the one person I currently supervise). Instead I am blogging...

Anyways, back to my random train of thought...while preparing to review someone else it got me thinking to my reviews. In my first year, I had a review at 3 months (preliminary to make sure I did well enough to get past the 'probation period' and so I could ask for more money because I started for a lot less than I wanted), a review at 6 months (again, for a possible salary increase because I started at a lot less than I wanted) and an annual review (my actual review, although the others were actual reviews as well, but most people don't get reviews at 3 and 6 months). In every single one of my reviews, I cried at some point. I have no explanation for why I cried. It had no hidden purpose (like making my boss feel guilty or because I was so unhappy or so elated with joy I felt I needed tears to express my feelings). It's like my boss and I start talking about my job/my performance and the water works just turn on (just FYI, my reviews have always been favorable, with room for improvement, accompanied by salary increases). I try to stop them but then I just sit there because when I am about to cry all I do is stop talking because once I start talking the tears start flowing. So I start talking because I can't sit there like a dumb ass and the tears start flowing. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I have no idea why I do this and it makes me feel like a hack and that everything coming out of my mouth is fooey. My boss always said it isn't a big deal (benefit of having a female boss perhaps?) but I still feel totally unprofessional and wish I could stop it. The last time I made it ALL the way to the last portion where we talk about what direction I want to take in the next year and boom, on came the waterworks even though I knew what I wanted. AUUUGGGGG! It is so aggravating that this happens!

As I said, I am not a crier. I generally only cry over the deaths of loved ones (people and pets, probably more so pets...does that make me a bad person that I cry more over the death of my pets than I do over the death of loved ones?) I also have cried when I really hurt myself (like the other night when I slammed my foot into my bed, I collapsed on the floor in a flurry of cuss words and then cried just a little bit...it REALLY hurt) or during some movies. But seriously, I can't believe I do this because it is totally not like me...but i guess it is probably better than excusing myself from a meeting concerning my performance and locking myself in the bathroom for more than an hour and then pretending like the meeting never happened. Like say, some people might do.