Pampered pooch

Do you think he's spoiled?
My dog thinks he's a person and is entitled to the couch AND a pillow. He will sigh and huff and puff when you tell him to get down so that YOU, a person, can sit on the couch. It's too funny.

Fall is in the air...

Well, not this morning. It is super muggy here. We have the AC back on at work and all fans going full blast.

However, this weekend, I got all my fall decorations out and pulled some old ones to sell in the next garage sale.

Fall is my favorite time of year. Fall is the season of my wedding vows. Fall will always bring back great memories from high school football games...games where it was comfy to wear our cheerleading skirts and our turtlenecks underneath our shells. Perfect cheering weather. Fall brings out a comfort that no other season can. It is perfectly acceptable to wear shorts and a sweatshirt. Fall nights give you a reason to have a bonfire and sit in the company of good friends doing absolutly nothing. Fall is orange, red, yellow, and burgandy.

Fall is when I make my yearly journey back to Heidelberg to gaze at two of my favorite things...1.) a patch of road on 101 that is completely enclosed by trees that turn brilliant shades of purple, red, and burgandy. It makes you feel like you are driving through the stained glass of St. Chapelle. The light filters through the trees the same way it does through these windows...

2.) the ginko tree located in front of the science hall. The lovely fan shaped leaves fall to the ground creating a golden carpet. One of my favorite teachers taught biology and made it a point to teach one class under that tree, on the golden floor...not much teaching was done on these days, but appreciation of the beauty around us was soaked in.

Im going to call the doctor today and tell him he needs to schedule me to have my "angry" ovary removed. I can't handle it any longer. Ive been in constant pain for over a week now. Im frustrated. Im nauseaus all the time. I haven't eaten a regular meal (and kept it down) for over a week. and now, to boot, I am constipated. I chugged half a bottle of mag citrate last night and broke down and gave myself a suppository. It has never felt so great to have liquid poop in my life. (I know, too much info, but hey, thats what you are here for.) I know my doctors all like "I want you to keep your ovaries as long as possible" but damn it...you try living like this! It isn't living. It is making it through the time between when you can be on the couch or in bed...that hour drive is killing me. Even though Im constipated, I feel the need to sit for ridiculously long periods of time on the toilet praying to poop. Praying to keep my lunch from coming back out my mouth. Praying for the pain in my left lower quadrant to stop for 5 damn minutes. I can't live on darvocet. I can't drive with it. I can't stay awake with it. I can't always keep it in my belly. Im sick of the nasty looks my boss gives me as I walk to the bathroom for the 20th time during the day. Sometimes men just don't get it. I still have another one...can't we just get rid of this pissed off one before it pisses off my other one?!

My moving day at work is getting closer. I love seeing all my pictures and unnecessary items in a box waiting to be rushed to the door.

My mind has been on overload for several days now. I can't keep things straight in there anymore...too many ideas, not enough space.

A "friend" from high school contacted me on facebook. I say "friend" because we weren't really friends. She was always super different from everyone else. We first met in elementary school. She and her brother are adopted. They always dressed different, like she would wear things that her mom would wear, with the same hair cut, but would be 8 years old with a sweater with a frilly lace collar that an 80 year old would wear. My mom made me be friends with her. Apparently she had it pretty rough before and that is another reason why she is so different. I felt bad for her. I tried to hang out and play with her, but it was uncomfortable because her mom had to sit with us while we played to make sure she played appropriately because she was "touched as a child and didn't understand that that isn't normal play for children." The friendship didn't last much past junior high, but I was always nice to her. She tried to be normal, it just won't ever happen. Anyways, she has gained a ton of weight and is close to 350lbs. She is trying to lose weight. She needs people to help keep her motivated and active. I offered to walk with her at the reservoir behind her house. I haven't talked to her in person since we graduated. I still feel bad for her and wonder how she is now. Im glad she contacted me, but I have never been so nervous to make a phone call in my life. Im not doing it out of pity, Im doing it because she is truly a nice person and I hope she can make this change to better herself. I just hope her mom doesnt follow us on our walks.

My boss loved an idea I came up with last night to help get repeat mastectomy business. I am proud of myself. Let's just say, Im stealing a clever tactic that Victoria's Secret uses.

Kevin is still jobless and I wish he would get bored enough at our house that he would clean the place top to bottom. I hate leaving notes of things to do like mom's do to children when they are on summer break. My note today..."FINISH THE LANDSCAPING!!!"

I want to go on "The Real World." Im too old now though. If I were on this season I so would have hooked up with Bronne...I love him but I don't know why...

I had a guy ask me this morning if I wanted a sugar daddy...an old Italian guy...too bad Im married. easy money. just joking. maybe, maybe not.

Im sad that "the swayze" has passed away. I loved watching him interact with his wife. You could always tell they were so in love. Im hoping for a dirty dancing marathon this weekend on WE or Lifetime....my fingers are crossed.

Yipee!!!

Got great news at work yesterday...THEY ARE MOVING ME TO THE SANDUSKY OFFICE!!!!! This means many things...
1.) 10 min from home instead of one hour
2.) save lots o' money on gas
3.) extra hour of sleep each day
4.) don't have to deal with idiot at my current location anymore
5.) I can make it to my second job when they would like me to be there instead of when I can get there
6.) my own office
7.) my own office next to three of my favorite people in sandusky
8.) getting home from work at 5:15 instead of 6:15

I could go on forever. I am so excited. When both managers called me in the office, I was scared, trying to figure out how I had messed up...couldn't think of anything, but both managers are never there so I was freaking! Then they told me. I struggled to keep from hopping in my chair because my current manager is a little bummed about it. But, seriously, I am so excited!

I am eating a delicious lunch provided by my Momo (grandma.) A lovely roast with potatoes, carrots, and green beans fresh from her garden. I love Momo's home cooking...just add salt, she can't have salt because of a disease that she has that affects her balance. That's ok though. It is making my day, especially watching all my coworkers drool over it. Mmmm. yummy.

My new positive outlook on life seems to be paying off so far...Im going to have to keep this up!

Eeeeek!

My house is currently being bombed for bugs. My cats are pissed off in their carriers chilling out in the garage for a couple hours while the fog clears. My house was being overtaken by spiders and that's not cool.

Yesterday I found a gigantic, by gigantic I mean 3" in diameter, spider in my bathtub. I was screaming at the top of my lungs like a little girl. Kevin washed it down the drain. I wasn't happy enough with that demise so I put some bleach down the drain to make sure it wouldn't climb back up. I was itchy for hours and my shower that night was the worst shower of my life. Shampoo hurts the eyes when you can't close them for fear.

So we get ready for bed, go upstairs, and do our usual fight over who is going to make the bed over who. Kevin jumps in and flings the covers back. There it is, scurrying along my clean sheets; another spider. More screaming ensues. Im throwing myself across the room to get away from the creature darting towards me. Kevin is scrambling to get out of bed because Im screaming, but he doesn't know what for. I stammer out that there is a spider in the bed and point to it crouching down in the middle of the bed, poised for attack. He tries to find something to kill it with...flip flop...perfect! I make him carry it downstairs to flush down the toilet. I couldn't sleep at all last night. Every time the sheet tickled across my foot, I would jerk myself awake and start the whole heart thumping process again.

Kevins job today is to ensure that no creature is living in our house when I get home...except my cats and dog of course. I can't handle spiders. They send me into a horrible fright. It is the one thing I am petrified by...and I am not joking.

can you see the resemblance?

We all joke that Turner looks like a mini-Grandpa Jack. Even my friends have commented. I love it...it makes me smile. The Steinbauer's certainly have a strong gene-pool...