meanwhile… back at the office
It’s been so busy around here that SOME employees are dog tired at the end of the day.
If you can’t run with the big dogs, stay on the porch — and out of the workplace.
not even the 4th yet
Gracie (the blonde bombshell rescued about 10 years ago) is terrified of storms — thunder and any loud noise totally freaks her out. You’d never know it’s not even the 4th yet with all the loud noises coming from just down the hall. Today is the final ‘install flooring’ day… the last day a noisy compressor will be kicking on and off… the last day of pounding and nail gun sounds. Gracie seeks comfort and security from one much braver.
I’m ready for this project to be complete although the guys from Coomler’s Floor Coverings have been great. I can’t wait to get everything put back together in the finished rooms so I can tear up another one, but this is the last of the flooring for now. Everything else will be easy peasy and won’t require Dharma to double as an emotional support animal.
Recommendation: The Coolaroo elevated/cooling pet bed is amazing and comes in 3 sizes.
just because it was on the internet…
I read a comment from a friend of mine on Facebook that said she covers her dog with a blanket when it storms. This friend said it keeps her dog from being afraid of thunder. I thought it was worth a try because we all know if it’s on the Internet it’s true.
Either Gracie is 1000 times more afraid of rain and thunder than her hound — or she lied.
This ole’ girl came out of that thing in half the time it took me to wrap her up.
This right here lasts just as long as the storm does…
Dharma is in bed sleeping soundly.
can’t get old yet…
TMTR: 90 years-old + is the new “golden years,” and retirement is overrated.
I’ve got too much to do before getting old(er) — like being more successful.
My favorite brother sent me the image you see while on a plane from Vegas to LA… then on to Hawaii. Believe it or not, I’m not jealous. While I would love to spend a week or so in Hawaii, I know it’s not all fun and games for him. Not only is traveling hard work and tiring, but when he arrives, he’s “on duty.”
I have to be successful so he’s successful — and vice versa. And all because we both like expensive shit. 🙂
I have more books, clothes and shoes to buy for my favorite small human (we just got the first 4 ‘Magic Tree House‘ books, by Mary Pope Osborne, and NEED more) — and I have to buy a new A/C unit and furnace (more NEED items) — not to mention gadgets, house stuff, etc.
I remember a time that my primary goal was simply to have enough money in the bank that I could buy a new washer or dryer when mine stopped working. (This goal was no doubt set while at a laundromat after the death of a washer or dryer.) The grind called life seems to intensify as I grow older, and I feel like it should be the other way around. It’s like I’m in a hurry to get everything done so I can put my feet up — but I’m not sure that day will ever come. EVERYTHING is expensive!
The really good news is I love what I do and have no desire to stop doing it anytime soon.
Gracie just ‘keeps on keeping on’ too. Sporting her summer cut on day 3, she’s feeling a little less naked and even smiled for a photo. Life as a senior puppy isn’t pretty — but life as a human or canine around here sure is amazing all around.
the struggle is REAL
Every day I try to walk 5 miles — and every single day I try to talk myself out of it before I begin taking those first steps.
I must have coffee first thing (delay). I’m not a morning person (excuse). I have too much work to get done today (better excuse). I’ll do email replies first (another delay); and then I have calls to make (a better and longer delay). Still… no matter all the excuses and delays I present to me — I somehow manage to convince myself that exercise is a priority. Most of the time.
My motivation isn’t to lose weight. It’s not even to be “healthy” because if that were the case, I’d cut out caffeine, nicotine and greasy foods. My motivation is knowing how awful I felt when my back decided to pay me back for neglecting it, and not wanting to repeat that again. But here I am, having my morning coffee and thinking that taking one day off won’t hurt — all the while knowing that one day off leads to two days off, etc.
The struggle is REAL. And not just for me…