I know I don't post enough...

It's just not motivating when I know that only one person reads this... and it's not even my husband (who is supposed to be helping me :( boo.)

Anyway, here is a lovely picture of our new door decoration! :D

Today

I woke up, made banana bread from scratch... and butter. :) Both were delicious.

Jason is home...

Jason's Car is Totaled

This has nothing to do with me...

But I really can't do anything but smile, and feel myself filling with joy and happiness when I watch this. :)

Meet the sloths from Lucy Cooke on Vimeo.

More Dog Videos

Because I know everyone loves them. :)

This is how Landon and Kaylie play almost every day. She's so stinkin' cute. I love her, and I think Landon may have a crush too. ;)

You can see off to the right that Lucy tries to join in on the fun, but she pretty much doesn't really get it, and goes off to do her own thing.

Yay!

I got a job! More details after I survive my first day. :)

So far away...

So Jason was stumbling around the internet and found something where a kid went away for a while and after 5 months the mother let the dog Skype with the kid, and then took a picture of this after the entire thing was over:

So guess what we got to do tonight. After a month of not seeing his wife and dogs, my husband decided that he needed to Skype with his dogs because he missed his babies so much. (Thanks Jason...) Lucy played shy, and Landon was pretty determined to figure out what the heck was going on. At one point he almost knocked my laptop off my lap to try and get the squeaky toy out of it, that Jason was obnoxiously squeaking. It was really cute, however, they could only hear Jason as he has no webcam, but I think he enjoyed getting to see his dogs.

The Last Minute

End of day Thursday. Literally 4:45 pm, I get a phone call from the company. No, I didn't get the job, but don't fret, the position hasn't been filled either! Someone else saw my resume and wanted to interview me as well, so I am now waiting on a call from her. So that's 3 potential jobs in one company. Cross your fingers for me.

In other news, the last time we were in Oklahoma on vacation, we went to the aquarium, and I begged and pleaded with Jason to let me get some Triops, aka Sea Monkeys. He finally let me, and I just started the kit yesterday (because wow, they are picky about their water) and I already have 3 little sea monkey babies! Yay! :)

Why the move?

Well, a few different reasons. First of all, not being able to host a website from the comfort of your own server can get costly. You also have to pay for domain names, etc. So, since I have been a bad blogger, I figure it can't hurt to host it on a free site, especially one as super as Google. Another nice feature that this new blog will provide is that off to the right, there is a spot where you can put in your email, and when this is updated (which I hope will be more) you will be notified instead of having to check back on a regular basis to see if we have magically lost "the lazy."

On to the move! We made it, well I made it, and Jason went back to Arizona. It's been about a month now since we've seen each other. I still don't have a job, and honestly only one true prospect, which I am kind of losing hope on. Being that Bartlesville isn't the biggest place in the world, there aren't that many jobs out there. I had an interview on Monday that lasted almost 2 hours. Yikes! They told me that they would call me for a second interview, but they still had another person to interview, but they should know by the end of the week. Being that the other interview was Tuesday, and Wednesday went by without a word, I'm not holding my breath. I think I have to bite the bullet, and start to look at retail jobs. It's not that I think retail is below me, but #1 I am just not a big fan of it, and #2 I've been having more and more problems with my foot. I'm not on it much as it is (because I pretty much sit on my ass all day, and do nothing) but when I am on it, even for only an hour or two, it kills me. Being that most retail jobs keep you on your feet the entire time, I'm worried about making it worse, and also, being in pain all day, which would be miserable.

The dogs have adjusted well. They love their backyard, and run in it constantly. They are slowly adapting to all the people that are around, and the fact that they don't want to hurt them. I'm slowly getting them to stop barking at every little thing, which believe me, has been a chore in itself. Landon has always liked Lawrence, but Lucy who is pretty much scared of everyone has really warmed up to him, she even dances when he comes over, so that is a massive improvement for her. The cats are aloof, and Damien is being more of a pain in the ass than he has ever been. I don't know if he's just more noticeable, or he misses Jason or something, but he is driving me crazy! Every time I turn around, he's on the table or the counter, and knocking something off. Every morning I walk into the living room / dinning room and there is a whole new pile of whatever he's knocked off high places from the night before.

In my spare time, I've been knitting, and watching a lot of Netflix. So far I've watched the first 2 seasons of Damages, and 60 episodes of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, and a slew of bad horror movies. I'm getting really bored, but I am still a home-body. Somethings will never change. :) As for the knitting, I knit a little Android for Jason, and I am currently working on an octopus for a friend's little girl. Knitting the same thing 8 times (the legs) gets pretty tedious.

That's all I have the energy for, for now.

These guys, they crack me up.

Just A Dog

I stumbled this today, and it rings true.  :)

 

Just a Dog
From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "that's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for "just a dog."

Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise." "Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. "Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person.

Because of "just a dog" I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog" but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a human."

So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog." just smile, because they "just don't understand."

Awesome.

Today, minus how I physically felt, I felt awesome. Several people came to me for advice, and some I felt like I may have given some worthwhile insight to on some things, which for me is rare.

I got a haircut, which at the moment I think is cute and ready for summer, but I do kind of want to lighten it a bit before I think I will be completely satisfied.

The animals have all flocked to me tonight, for whatever reason, and are all being extremely cuddly, which I love, but is rare for me to get out of them.  I have actually had to push them away at points because it got to the point of overwhelming.  C'mon guys, I am here all the time, spread it out a bit.

And lastly, I am going to bed motivated and ready to take on any challenges that I may face tomorrow. For the first time in a long time I am excited to see what the future has in store for me.  Lets just hope I wake up like this tomorrow.

Day Four. Should Be Eleven. Whooops.

So I am not sure why I thought this idea would be super to start a few days BEFORE I went on vacation.  Maybe I thought that I would have all this extra time, which I guess I kinda did, but hey, I'm on vacation, and I'm lazy, so I have thought about posting something, but just haven't.

We are in Tulsa now, and nearing the end of our vacation (boo).  We visited Jason's grandfather yesterday in Durant (about a 3 hour drive away) and on the way there, and back, we saw a few fires, and now everything smells like fire.  Tracey said it looks like the world is ending, so I took a picture, just in case.

Day 3. Nothing.

I have nothing to say.  I spent half the day at work, and half the day packing. I live the interesting life, let me tell you. Tomorrow is vacation, yaaaay!

Day Two. Tootin' Your Own Horn.

Jason and I both get to toot our horns.  (Although, I am actually doing it for him without his permission.)

Jason first:  He’s been working in the department that he wants to work at, but can’t get a job in because they aren't hiring anyone to replace the guy who quit.  They started working him yesterday; he has come home happy, and excited about the opportunity he has been given.  He will be working with them again when we get back from our vacation, and they have told him, that this will look good for him down the road.  When I called him earlier, he seemed to be getting along with everyone down there as if he was a regular.  So let’s cross our fingers that the department gets whatever they need to get to be able to hire someone, and that it’s him.  He’s smitten.  They even gave him a laptop, which he totes around with pride, like it’s a badge of honor.

Me:  I got a letter in the mail yesterday telling me that because of my academic standing, I was invited to be a commencement speaker at my graduation this May.  I’m not really sure how to take it because I was a student a long time, and I am not sure how that is supposed to make them look good—I have also had endless problems with them, so I feel like it’s kind of a joke.  I guess a handful of students got the letter, and we need to submit an essay about something or another, I really didn't pay attention much, because I am 99% sure that I won’t be doing it anyway.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s an honor, but I am not a fan of the school, or of speaking in front of that many people.

 

Anyway, I need to get back to washing clothes and trying to get everything ready for when we head out tomorrow after work.

 

Day One. In the Beginning.

Why is she doing this you ask?  I am asking myself the same thing.  Long story short, I have to write a lot of essays this semester.  A LOT.  We’re talking about one to two 750 word essays a WEEK.  A WEEK.  That is a lot for me because I am used to writing that maybe once a semester in one class, if that.  So it’s been kind of a really hard task for me to accomplish since it’s been such a long time since I’ve had to do it.  A few years back I used to keep a personal blog.  Just me, by myself (not that Jason posts here much) but it was pretty much a private thing, and I’d update a few times a month, and be good with that.  I just let the words flow.  Writing essays would have posed no problem for me.  Now it takes me half a day.  I am hoping that not only will this get me in with the “flow” of things again, but it will get me back into the habit of writing again, which I shockingly love to do, I just feel like I don’t have time to write anything worthwhile, and you don’t have time to read about my boring life.  So I am making time, and hopefully making it a little interesting.  I have a whole bunch I want to write about, but I fear that by day three this will be getting old, so I am saving them up for the next few days, and hopefully I won’t forget any of them.  I’ll try to include pictures too when I can, because who doesn’t love pictures?!

 

31 Days of Blogs.

This is my promise to you, my reader.  A promise that I sincerely hope I can keep.  Don't worry, this isn't one of the posts, just a forewarning of what's to come over the next month.

Because really, it just can't suck any worse...

This is my passenger side front window.

This is the neighborhood we live in.  Ugh.  The entire day I spent thinking it was a bullet hole, and c'mon, in this neighborhood, it's totally feasible.  Once the police got here tonight, they said it could have also been a key thing, I can't remember the exact name, but basically it spider webs the glass, and they can peel off the window and break into your car.  Slightly, but not really comforting in my case.  Unfortunately, our window insurance deductible was $1000, so we ended up just paying a cash price for it of a whopping $340.  Poop.  There goes the money I was saving for a treadmill.  :(  Seriously, if its not one thing its another.  I just want out of here.  I hate living in fear.  HATE IT.

Things left unnoticed.

I finally, FINALLY, got Jason to agree to instal the new faucet for our kitchen sink (I'm pretty sure we've owned it since before we even moved into the house, hence the excitement.)  I tried to push it for Saturday, but since he worked half a day he promised that he would do it Sunday.  I reluctantly agreed.

3 hours have passed since we've woken up.

"So... are you sure you're going to be able to get to the sink?"
"...I told you I would..." *video game grunts*
"...well just kind of wondering... it's getting later in the day and you said it may take you a while..."
"...I said I'd get to it... I'll get to it..."

So it's almost 1 pm.  He's cleaned out underneath the sink, and then tells me, "If I install this today, we lose water for the entire house."

Just the fact that I've started one of many loads of laundry, this doesn't sound so pleasing to me, so I venture to ask why, which I really should have learned that I should NEVER do when it comes to anything related to this house.  Thus, I bring you these lovelies:

These are the pipes under the sink.  Do you notice anything?

...Here, let me get closer for you...

Oh, look at that.  The entire thing is corroded, and the knob has fallen off. Like... gone fallen off, like, it's been a while since it's fallen off, type of fallen off.

I.Hate.This.House. (And the home inspection guy that couldn't find a defect in this house if it stabbed him in the face, which is what I want to be doing right about now.)

I've done something!

Yay!

Too bad I can't actually "graduate" until May.  Lame.