I tried to post this yesterday but I was so damn exhausted that I could only stare cross-eyed at my computer. It’s still Monday somewhere right?
My dad turns 83 today. 83! This weekend Bill and I went out to visit them and take my parents to dinner to celebrate. And while I was happy to spend time with them I’ve come to the realization that my dad has turned into a Fox News–addicted, Obama-hating, Tea Party-favoring, opinionated, cranky old man.
Talking to him can be exhausting. His opinions are the only ones that matter, and forget about even trying to have a two-way dialogue. Not going to happen.
He’s 83 so I guess he earned that right, right?
I just came up with a fabulous idea for a blog. Because that’s a good idea, right? I can barely write over here some days weeks so what I need to do it take on something else I don’t have time for. But trust me—it’s genius. I have to come up with a name for it though, so once I figure that out, I’ll let you know what I’m going to do. (Don’t you hate when people tell you something without really telling you anything? Me too.)
On Wednesday I send Penny away for a week and a half. This is much to Gracie’s delight, by the way. She gets to pretend she’s an only dog again for a few days until she is ape-shit bored. Then she starts begging for attention 24/7, which most of the time I don’t mind, but it’s hard to sit on the couch with the laptop because she’s up there in my face, putting her paws on my keyboard, preventing me from writing. (Yeah, that’s my excuse.) Or doing much of anything other than scratching her ears. She’ll even try to bat at me with her paws so I’ll wrestle with her because she misses Penny so much.
Until Penny comes back. Then she goes into a whole different kind of funk.
Meanwhile, Penny is road-tripping to Layton, Utah, to compete at the National Specialty. Hundreds of Samoyeds as far as the eye can see. This year, I’m actually going to get to go for a few days. I’ll get to go out next Wednesday and stay until Saturday. I’ll miss her in the weight-pull competition (I feel like I entered her in Strong Man, not a dog show), but I will be there to see her compete in beauty conformation next Friday, the 14th. Hopefully she does well, because Mama can’t handle it anymore.
I think this is my new favorite blog. I don’t remember how I found it, but it’s totally inspired me to try canning. I have visions of myself making scrumptious homemade jam and designing Martha Stewart–worthy labels and giving it out for Christmas. My luck I’ll end up giving everyone salmonella or something equally bad instead. The fantasy life I live in my head and my reality are often lifetimes apart, but we’ll see how it goes.
Meanwhile, the Paleo Diet is turning out to be a big fat fail for me. It’s my fault, though. I sort of skimmed the diet online and decided that I was going to try it, but I didn’t really research it as much as I need to. I need to find a good book and then spend some time figuring it out. I was having a hard time eating lunch because I wasn’t packing it, so that makes things a million times harder. I was hitting Whole Foods and Gelson’s at lunch because they have good quick selections but that’s getting expensive. And I’m bored.
I did learn a couple of important things in my initial foray: Cheese is the devil for me. And so is most dairy. I’m still not willing to give up my lattes in the morning, though. Sorry. I went without coffee for a couple of days this weekend and that just didn’t go well for Bill. I tried soy, but didn’t love it, and while I didn’t hate the Almond milk, it doesn’t have the creamy, milky consistency I love. It’s sort of like flavored non-fat milk.
So back to the beginning I go.