Hatchet Man

Every neighborhood has people.  You know, the guy that always walks his dog that takes tiny steps, the mom who is only seen in her pjs, the mailman, the neighbor who is always grilling/doing yard work, the lady who always comes to your house and asks you to french braid her hair.....Well, in my neighborhood resides the guy who uses a hatchet to chop down trees in his flower bed.  Not only does he hatchet trees, he does so with FURY.  What amuses me the most is that Hatchet Man was in my flower bed, hatcheting down my dead tree; probably because Hatchet Man?  He lives in my house, and is married...to me.....

Skinny Tuesday

Dinner=cereal.  Not festive, at all.

Yes, I drag puppies by their heads.....

My mom so lovingly shares with me all the time that I was oppositionally defiant as a small child.  I find it amusing and funny.....well, I found it funny until yesterday.  The exact moment it stopped amusing me occurred at the beginning of the afternoon Snook-dogg walk.  Snookie decided to lay down in the grass in the front yard and wouldn't move.  So I started dragging her, which normally works - she'll jump up and start walking.  NO LUCK.  I was effectively, or rather in-effectively, dragging her around by the head while she laid on the ground; therefore, I walked away without her.  Fun game, right?  Then she came running after me.  As soon as I touched the leash, guess what?  On the ground.  Repeat twice.

Luckily I'm more stubborn than her.  But it looked rather odd to passers by, I'm sure, while I was dragging a little corgi puppy around by her head.

Until next time!

I'm Losing.

Please explain how a person gets punished for being neat and tidy!  Ok, I will explain it.  They stack magazines in the waiting area and get paper cut between the fingers.  Oh, I'm sorry, I like to keep the waiting area looking presentable.  I'm sorry that I feel like that area is my work living room.

Thanks a lot, Cosmos.

You're a real jerk.

I'm Winning.

I bought a pair of running shorts from Target today for one dollar and twenty five cents.  And they fit like a glove.

Until next time........

Get Crazy, Get Wild

Yesterday was day one of Half Marathon Training III.  i.e. week three.  Yes.  Wearing my "procrastinator" label with pride, I'm jumping right in at week three to finish a training plan just in time.  This, pared with haphazard planning, resulted in the accidental running of an extra half mile last night.  I hope the cosmos took note.  This equals points somewhere else, right?  Not only did I run a extra half mile, but was also on time/early to work today.  WIN!  Only time will tell if it's an actual win.  Don't worry, either the win or loss will be thoroughly documented through blogposts right here.

Since the latest addition to our family (no....not a child....but a puppy!) my schedule has become more routine.  And by routine, I mean we get up at about the same time every day, we eat on a regular basis, no wrecking of cars, purchasing of homes or moving of stuff....just ........normal things.  Finally!  And it's sooooo nice.  I feel like I'm playing house, but it's real life, apparently.

Snookie (newest addition.....she's a cute little Corgi.) has effectively learned to sit and walk on a leash.  And to run around like a crazy little dog while I sing the theme song to Jersey Shore.  It's heartwarming, really.  Almost as heartwarming as internet shopping.  Which I did a little of yesterday for my office.  I figured that working directly with undergraduates automatically licenses me to hang this on my wall:



Which is precisely what I went shopping for....

Cheers!  Until next time!

99 Problems.........But a Blogpost Ain't One

Please take note that this is the 100th blogpost on Life as Encountered by RC.  I've been encountering life and blogging for you, dear friends....and don't think it will ever end.  Nope.  Shan't.

Home ownership...........this would be one of my 99 problems.  The state of being a homeowner is bittersweet.  Far more sweet than bitter.  I shall not grow tired of trips to Lowe's, redecorating, painting (who are we kidding?  I never want to look at/smell paint again...) putting nails in the wall where ever I want to.......What I shall grow tired of is not being able to call my landlord to fix my garage door button.  I mean, I could call her, but it might be confusing.

I have major plans for the two spare bedrooms, too.  I can't help but envision my little family running around in my very own house.  Ahhhh it's sweet!

Endless training.....................................this would be one of the problems.  Need I say more?  Do you see that I'm work blogging?  Are you inferring why I'm work blogging?

I'm about to even plan a menu so as to avoid training and am looking forward to a trip to HEB....my my, how the turntables.  (HEB is a new post in itself.  There is a brand-spanking new one right by our house.  The cosmos is finally paying me back for some of the stuff it OWES me.  IT OWES ME, I tell you.

Furthermore, I'm picking out items from here and shopping online.  It sounds like its only a matter of days until I'm fired.....I know (THAT would be one of the 99 problems, to say the least).  I sound irresponsible.  But really....I'm getting everything done.  And in a timely manner. These activities I describe to you occur in between  work tasks.......

Ok, until next time.....I'll have something funny, I promise.  Maybe.