I love our new dog. I just wish she would stop howling when we leave her by herself. When she does it in the middle of the afternoon, it's pretty much okay since our neighbors are at work but when she does it on the weekend at 8am it's pretty worrisome. No one has complained yet but I'm still worried.
Picked up my dad and stepbrother from Amtrak station today. My dad drove a friend's car to Salt Lake City last monday and they took the train back. Since they are moving next Tuesday I didn't mind getting up at 7:30am this morning. My brother came with me and when we dropped them off my dad gave us $ to go get breakfast. We tried going to Old Country Buffet but they didn't open 'til 11 so we ended up at Denny's, which was surprisingly good. After a good conversation with my brother about relationships I went home to go back to sleep. Jim came home from school and crawled back into bed with me. Yay! No people, get your mind out of the gutter. We slept and it was great. We both had the day off. Good times! When we finally decided to wake up at 1:30pm we (I) decided we needed to do some laundry. Just as we were about to walk out the door to the laundromat, BJ's called asking if I wanted to get some extra hours tonight.
Now, I love Sharon (personel manager) but I don't love BJ'S. And I definitely wasn't about to go in on my day off when Jim had the day off too. We get a day off together once in a blue moon and I wasn't about to give it up even for the extra money. So I sadly said no I couldn't work with a smile on my face and went off to spend the day with my boy.
I know you don't want to know about the laundromat 'cause it's boring. So I won't bore you. I will however tell you about the dead bird. We had to stop at my dad's house again on the way to do laundry 'cause I had to fax my timesheets for The Health Association. We were leaving after about a 10 minute visit when Jim noticed a dead bird in the grill of my dad's new van. Now I don't know how you miss a bird flying into your car but somehow either my stepmother or father didn't know about it. After feeling a bit sad for the dead bird but laughing 'cause they just didn't know about it, I went back to their apartment and told MaryJane (stepmother). She came out, inspected it and she and I watched as Jim pryed the poor thing out of the grill. It was quite disgusting and even more so as we watched all the flies and bees fly off it as it fell to the ground. Once of the maintenance guys drove by while this was going on and luckily he had a garbage bag and took care of it for us.
About 5pm George (brother) and Chandler (niece) came over to play with Abby (dog) and Chandler proceeded to tell the dog that she didn't want to be licked. Unfortunately little girl, that's what dogs do. We showed her some pictures of her great-grandparents and of her grandma (my mom) that died when she was just 3 years old. She recognizes her in pictures but she doesn't really remember her wish is a bit bittersweet. She doesn't have to feel the pain of remembering every little quirk my mom had but at the same time she never really got to realize how great a person my mom was. "sigh" But she does love her Papa (my dad) and enjoys spending time with him. At least she has the pictures of her.
After they left Jim and I did that thing that I told you to get your mind out of the gutter about. :) Sorry. And now he is currently watching pre-season football which is so boring but whatever. I love him so I'll let him do what he wants for today. I got bit by something and I keep scratching at it and now I have two lines going up my arm...is that a good thing? I don't know but I'm pretty damn content right now. If I was a cat I would be purring. Later.
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