Snippets
[1] On Monday, some tremendous asshole person in the parking lot of my office opened their car door into mine and left scuffs and red paint. I love my car and try to keep it pristine, so this was very upsetting. By Tuesday, attempts to locate the perpetrator had failed and I whined to a friend by email, saying that it had made me cranky for the past two days. He replied, "Somewhere in Africa, a child is without food..." [2] When I got home from work today, I asked the dogs, "Ready to go outside?" But then I stopped for a moment to put my groceries away and when I turned around to the open door of the refrigerator, Scout was trying to find a way to climb in. I guess when you are blind and it is winter, an open door through which cold air is coming seems like ...continue reading.
Does this fur make me look fat?
Things Scout does now that he is blind: 1. Eat 2. Poop This is a complete accounting of his activities. Because he has extremely limited vision, he no longer likes to walk at all. Not that he was ever spry - on his best days, he would jog for half a block before refusing to move faster than a slow walk. But now he sometimes gives up mid-walk and will not move. It's great when I'm running late and he won't budge from a spot on the sidewalk. The result of this complete immobility plus his increased appetite from his medications is that he is rapidly becoming a polar bear of lard that does little but yearn for kibble. [caption id="attachment_2341" align="aligncenter" width="400" caption="The impressive thing about his wistful gaze is that he is blind. It's like being leered at by Ray Charles."][/caption] He also barks at the couch when ...continue reading.
Spawn!
If you'd asked me a year ago if I wanted children, I would have said yes enthusiastically and even explained my ongoing debate about when in my cycling career it would be best to fit giving birth to the aforementioned baby. Somewhere along the way, I found my answer: NEVER. Okay, that's bullshit; I'm still on the fence. I just wanted to end that paragraph with something more dramatic than MEH. I think my issue with kids is twofold. First, I am realistic about my personality: I am neurotic about my space, cleanliness, staying in top physical shape for riding, attaining my goals, and being organized and in control. None of those are conducive to having a helpless being come out of my body and require that I wipe its butt and teach it to be a person. From what I can tell, toddlers are not generally obsessed with goal-reaching ...continue reading.
Lies! All Lies!
Five reasons I am currently VERY tired: 1. We fell asleep lying upside down on the bed with the lights on shortly after midnight. Sometime between 1-2am, Bobby turned off the lights. At 3:11am, Bobby woke me up to tell me to turn around so we could actually use the pillows and covers. 2. Kobe started pacing and grunting around 5am and did not take my attempts to ignore him seriously. He switched to growling softly and endlessly until I relented, got up, and took him and Scout outside. Commence gastrointestinal distress episode THREE MILLION. DOG! Why can you not digest your kibble! 3. Sometime around 6:30am, a piece of shit car parked in the spot directly outside our window and started blasting the best of Hispanic radio. This went on until Bobby peered out window and saw the driver leave the car, silencing the music. 4. This was short-lived. ...continue reading.
Updates that probably warrant their own posts.
1. I am getting married in several months. 2. Evidently, I have anxiety regarding racing that has phobia-like qualities. 3. Despite several recent bouts of nice weather, I cannot bring myself to stop using the trainer for all rides. 4. The mice are still alive. They run on their wheel for approximately 75% of each day. The wheel squeaks loudly 100% of the time that it is in use. I am down to 0.01% of my original desire to own mice. 5. I am leaving my current job this Friday and starting a new one on Monday. 6. For the first time in my life as a dog owner, I wished fiercely that I would come home to a pile of poop on the floor today. No luck. 7. These are my new favorite shoes: http://boutique.vanillabicycles.com/product/the-pit-boot