On How Work Is Busy And I'm Coming To Chicago
The temperature is dropping in mid-Ohio and it feels like fall. At least for a week or so until, I'm told, we fast forward to winter. It's cold and stuff and going outside with the dog in the morning is a daunting but necessary task each morning.
My parents were here this past weekend. I was determined that they wouldn't wear me out like usual, but instead we played it cool, taking our time walking around the neighborhood and just enjoying each other's company. I had to restock on candles from Paul Robinett and found a new one that's just dandy: Pipe Tobacco. It smells like my grandpa.
Daisy is still awesome, though she's in quarantine right now due to a slight limp that won't go away. We're doping her up on painkillers to make her chill out. Not playing in the backyard with her BFF Mia is killing her, but tough love is sometimes the only option. Fred and I fell asleep on the floor watching Baby Mama last night while Daisy hogged every bit of space she could between us. It was incredible.
The remaining days before holiday insanity at work are swiftly ticking by. I worked over 50 hours last week moving merchandise and unpacking boxes and trying to get everything done at once. I survived but it wasn't easy. Once everything is set and in place, we'll be good to go and the philosophy "Stack'em high and let'em fly" will firmly be in place. Getting to that point though is a lot of hard work.
I've got a couple more weekends off before the mandatory 6-day work week starts. One of those is Halloween. The other is a three day mini-vacation in the middle of November just before the season truly kicks off. Fred and I have decided to go to Chicago. It's been so long since I've visited and this is the last chance I'll get before 2009. I can't wait. If Daisy didn't vomit every time she got in the car she'd come with us, but she does so she's not.
I've made a decision. I do not like Marnie Stern's music. To most people that will not be relevant. To others I probably lose some cool points, but it's annoying and crappy noise that I just don't get. On the other hand, I do like Fuck Buttons and Flying Lotus and we're going to see Fucked Up tonight. Fred wants to hug the lead singer. I'm shooting higher. I want to make out with him.
My parents were here this past weekend. I was determined that they wouldn't wear me out like usual, but instead we played it cool, taking our time walking around the neighborhood and just enjoying each other's company. I had to restock on candles from Paul Robinett and found a new one that's just dandy: Pipe Tobacco. It smells like my grandpa.
Daisy is still awesome, though she's in quarantine right now due to a slight limp that won't go away. We're doping her up on painkillers to make her chill out. Not playing in the backyard with her BFF Mia is killing her, but tough love is sometimes the only option. Fred and I fell asleep on the floor watching Baby Mama last night while Daisy hogged every bit of space she could between us. It was incredible.
The remaining days before holiday insanity at work are swiftly ticking by. I worked over 50 hours last week moving merchandise and unpacking boxes and trying to get everything done at once. I survived but it wasn't easy. Once everything is set and in place, we'll be good to go and the philosophy "Stack'em high and let'em fly" will firmly be in place. Getting to that point though is a lot of hard work.
I've got a couple more weekends off before the mandatory 6-day work week starts. One of those is Halloween. The other is a three day mini-vacation in the middle of November just before the season truly kicks off. Fred and I have decided to go to Chicago. It's been so long since I've visited and this is the last chance I'll get before 2009. I can't wait. If Daisy didn't vomit every time she got in the car she'd come with us, but she does so she's not.
I've made a decision. I do not like Marnie Stern's music. To most people that will not be relevant. To others I probably lose some cool points, but it's annoying and crappy noise that I just don't get. On the other hand, I do like Fuck Buttons and Flying Lotus and we're going to see Fucked Up tonight. Fred wants to hug the lead singer. I'm shooting higher. I want to make out with him.