Puppies!!

I was reminded today why John and I have yet to get a dog. I always say we don't have a huge yard. So we'd have to take him out to play every day. Since we're not home enough, we just haven't got one. Though right now, I'm seeing how much free time I have. And having a dog would be really nice. SO maybe we'll get one next summer when I don't have to worry about classes starting, me getting busy, and my poor puppy getting sad and lonely.

Anyway, John and I both love dogs and have been wanting one hard core recently. So, we would probably work out the time problems if we ever resolved the real issue... we want completely different things in a dog.

John's dream dog is a Rottweiler. He wants something big and a little stupid. Something he can bang heads with, I guess. Really, as long as he had a really playful dog, he'd be happy. Also, he hates furry dogs. He never wants one. But big and ugly he likes. It's something I don't understand about him.



My dream dog is a Sheltie. Cutest things ever. And they are friendly, good with kids, pretty good protectors despite their size. And they're all fluffy and great. I mean really, how can you resist the cuteness?!



(Note: My mom says this particular Sheltie is adorable because it, apparently, looks like me. We will not even delve into the fact that my mom says a dog looks like me/I look like a dog. That's something for another day.)

So, I always said John could have his Rottweiler as long as he got it as a puppy, so I could learn to love him. And for some random reason today he's like, "why don't you start looking for Rottweiler breeders."

So I did. I also found Sheltie breeders. Because really, if he gets his dog, eventually it will need a friend and I can get mine.

I also got bored, so I took this random quiz to find the perfect dog for us. Since obviously we can't agree on our own. Apparently we should have a Lab. Which would be fine for me. But John had a lab as a kid and he "wants something new." Also, oddly, it said we should get a poodle, which is just wrong. I will never have a poodle. And the third option is a flat-coated retriever, which I think is cute, but is too furry for John.

See, this is why we don't have a dog. We will just have to break down one day and get two puppies at the same time: one Sheltie, one Rottweiler. But I guess that's not happening any time soon. (Even though I spent all day looking at pictures of puppies so now I really want one!)

Summer+writing= negative

So far this summer, I have produced nothing of consequence.

I feel as if I have become insanely lazy. A lot of thinking going on, but not much writing. And by not much, I mean about 5 pgs of my novel and nothing else. I should have a new chapter and 5 poems by now. I guess I can go on a mad writing spree this weekend, or something, but it just doesn't seem like it'll happen. Probably because I've just felt really tired this week.

I think it's good to give myself a small break after the totally insane semester I had. But really, it's time to get cracking. And since I will be on vacation in 2 weeks, I must get cracking now. Because if I go until July without getting anything done, I'll really be upset with myself.

So, I finally forced myself to sit down this week and said I was going to write a complete poem. If not two.

The poem of the week is currently only this:

I imagine he made her
laugh.

Quote of the Day

From our 3 hour long meeting on project management:

"You can be a Project Manager Fashionista."

You really had to be there.

Crabs and Electricity

Yesterday was John's sister's birthday so we were down south celebrating. We had crabs for dinner. This is only the 2nd time I've had crabs and boy is it an experience. The first time, John's dad had to pick a bunch for me so I didn't starve. I am proud to say I did much better this time. I filled my belly all on my own!

Anyway, on our way home we hit this crazy thunderstorm. I'm starting to believe I'm living over a portal to hell. These storms have been insane. Now, I usually love a good thunderstorm. It is, after all, my favorite weather pattern. But not when my life is at stake.

I'm really glad John was driving cause it was just insane. It was nearly impossible to see. When the lightning struck, it was so bright you were temporarily blinded. People everywhere were driving at a snails pace. People were driving with their blinkers on so you couldn't tell if they were trying to change lanes, pull over, or if they just sucked.

We somehow managed to make it home alive. Of course, the power was out here.

Now, I actually have this fantasy about being in a power outage. In the winter, preferably, because you can light a fire and still stay warm. Fall or spring would also be nice. But summer, really never, except for the romantic summer storm factor. Anyway, this power outage fantasy thing is always in the back of my mind. Who wouldn't love to be trapped in a cabin with no power, but plenty of wood and candles for warmth. And a romantic partner. Yeah.

And back home I've been without power for a week, both in the winter and the summer. You would think those experiences would have gotten rid of this fantasy. But no, I'm still waiting for it to come true. That didn't happen.

It was insanely hot in the house. John and I ate ice cream and did Kokology for a bit, but it was just too awful. So we set up the air mattress downstairs and just went to bed early. We had the back screen door open, but it was still awful. And even when it did get cool in the wee hours of the morning, it was bad. Because we had this horrible feeling that we were actually covered in slime, from it being so humid. And though we had some breeze, it was a breeze that left the slime and just allowed us to be cool enough to think for 5 minutes.

The power's back now, which I am thankful for. I never have much luck getting my electricity back in a timely manner. Maybe it's just my house in STL. (seriously, I've gone a week before) So our food is fine. And we didn't have to go somewhere today to escape the heat.

I'm still waiting for that perfect situation though. My fantasy lives on. It's just a very particular fantasy, so all the stars must be aligned.