It’s been almost exactly two weeks – like, literally. I blogged on Friday the 16th at around 1ish – and it’s 12:11 today. So, yep…I’m punctual like that with the blogging.
What is up with me? Not a whole lot really – things have pretty much been life as usual. I’m a bit more sleep deprived than usual but that is really about all that has changed. I haven’t had a legitimately good night’s sleep in almost two weeks – which stinks. My legs have decided to mutiny the rest of my body & so whenever I lay down to go to sleep they start twitching, pinching, tingling & even…if they are really feeling like totally ruining my sleep…jerking. That’s right, my whole leg just jerks on it’s on. And that causes me to jerk awake. It’s great really. My legs have started acting like the equivalent of a crack addict going through withdrawal. I mean – I guess. I don’t actually know anyone who has detoxed off crack & I myself have never done crack, so I don’t know firsthand. I’m just throwing that guess out there. It’s not a good thing – I don’t have to guess about that. The doctor wanted to put me on some serious meds – I’m not sure about it thought because I don’t want to be taking all kinds of meds. Of course, I don’t want to keep missing sleep either & the over the counter sleep druggies just aren’t cutting it anymore, so I’m not sure what comes next. I’d love a full night’s sleep to come next. I love to sleep…it is pretty much one of my favorite pastimes & I am missing out on it. Not cool.
I keep spending all this “quality time” with my Mom because we keep thinking “oh, this will be the last weekend we can spend time together – I’ll be moved by xx/xx/2011″…and yet, she is still here. I’m definitely not complaining about that. I like having company because my dog tends to be pretty anti-social. He likes to come in at the end of the day, eat a little food & then go lay in the recliner in the study for the next 4 hours until I make him go to bed. He might wander through the living room every once in a while on his way to get a sip of water, but that is about it. Last night I was decorating my Halloween tree (because Halloween is awesome & I love it) & he did stop long enough to stare at me like I was crazy as I wrapped purple lights around some black branches. It was good. I love getting strange looks from my dog – it’s nice to know that he obviously thinks I’m crazy. Of course, he could still be mad at me about Monday…not sure.
Watson has never been a “bad” dog & I like to brag about how he never has accidents. Well – I should just stop bragging. Monday at 6 AM when I opened the door to the study to walk on the treadmill, this horrible smell slapped me in the face. There was a lovely spot (not a small spot either) in the middle of the floor where my dog had decided he would get up & use the bathroom – all over my new carpet – my carpet that has only been my carpet for 3 short months. I was not happy. At all. The whole time I walked I was muttering things at him like “your butt is busted mister, I hope you’re happy” & “you better hope it quits raining before tonight, because you’ll be sleeping outside”. I’m sure I was very menacing as I trudged along on the treadmill uttering threats while listening to my dance beat music. Terrifying, no doubt. I take so much joy in scrubbing up dog urine at 7:03 in the morning…but it got better.
It was pouring on Monday morning. Pouring. Cats, dogs & buckets…you know what I mean. Watson hates the rain. I hate the rain when I have to get out in it, so I felt his pain…but I was still ill at having to scrub up his mess & so I wasn’t feeling as sympathetic to his plight as I might have been. It was time to go & so I went to the study & snapped my fingers at him to get up – clapping, snapping & rocking the recliner to get him to get up. He hopped out of the chair, walked to the front door, surveyed the rain & proceeded to go get back in the chair. Great. So I had to pick him up & sit him out the front door onto the porch – into the rain. Let me preface the rest of this story by saying that he has a dog house (a quite nice one) a mere 5 steps from the front door that he could get into & he also has my Grandmother’s front porch (with a roof on it) a quick sprint across the yard, which he is always welcome on. I grabbed my stuff & opened the door to head out into the rain & he sped back in the crack of the door, flying toward the study & hiding behind the recliner. Great. My umbrella had flipped out of my hand, over the ottoman & into the floor. So I went to get him out from behind the chair – he squealed the entire time like I was subjecting him to some horrific brand of torture (and I wasn’t, I swear it.) and place him soundly in the middle of the porch. Again. In the rain. By now, I was wet myself. I grabbed my stuff & plowed out the door & past him – no getting a sneak pass into the door this time. I was wet & cold & seriously angry at this point. Watson sat in the rain & tried to look pitiful – but I was having none of it anymore. Needless to say – he didn’t welcome me home with quite the same joy as he usually does.
So – I’m kind of thinking he was giving me the stink eye last night. He usually would just love on my Mom & look over at me with a look that plainly says “see, I love her because she didn’t stick me out in the rain & you did, so bite me” but since my Mom is out of town, he just has to give me looks of disdain as he passes me on his trek from the recliner to the water bowl & back. Whatever dog. I’ve got your number. You’re playing a game you can’t win. At least, you can’t win it until your Nana gets back & then I’m in trouble because she’d take up for you over me any day. *sigh*
I’m ready for 6 o’clock. Why 6 & not 5? I have to go watch a golf shoot out today after work & I’d really rather not – but sometimes you have to do things you don’t particularly want to do. So I’ll go watch some guys smack some golf balls around, practice my golf clap & then head home. Praise the Lord. I’m gonna spend my weekend entertaining my friend Lisa & being all crafty/DIY with some projects at my house. If they turn out the way I want them to, then I might just post pics on here. I’m sure I’ll post pics on Facebook for sure. If I don’t get good sleep, then I’ll probably be doing some daydreaming at some point on Saturday & Sunday – naps are a good pastime to have. I hope those of you who read this have a good weekend. This is my last weekend as a 26 year old. This time next week I’ll already be 27 – and that is too scary a thought to write about as of yet, so I’ll stop here. Yikes.