I have been really bad about blogging as of late. It’s been a busy few months and I kinda forgot that this blog existed. Ooops! But fret not, I’m going to try to make an effort to do more blogging, but it will likely be shorter posts. I just want to get my moneys worth with the domain name. Haha!
I meant to blog a couple weeks ago, with a honeymoon recap. But that sounds very daunting right now. So I’ll get to it when I can. For now, I am have some exciting news. I am getting a new car tomorrow!!! I’m very pumped. I’m taking the afternoon off to pick it up, because apparently I like to visit car dealerships that are in inconvenient locations. Andy is tagging along as well. I’ll be sure to post pics when I have it in my possession. I’m also taking it on an inaugural weekend trip to the casino.
Last night I went to a wine and cheese night at The Clayroom with some friends. It was a lot of fun. I painted a dinosaur and shark because I’m not-so secretly a kid at heart. I probably should have painted something else because I finished early. But I couldn’t make up my mind on what else to paint, and I was tired. So there you have it, just a shark and dinosaur. Of course I thought up some design ideas I could incorporate after I left. Oh well, maybe another time!
Know what grinds my gears? When songs tell me what to do. I’m like, GFY, I’ll do what I want, asshole. Lately, I’ve been forced by my local radio station to endure 21 Pilots song, Heathens. Oh I’m sorry, “TWENTY ØNE PILØTS” *cough*.
All my friends are heathens, take it slow
Wait for them to ask you who you know
Please don’t make any sudden moves
This song unnerves me. Not that it’s necessarily a bad song, but I don’t appreciate being told what to do. First of all, I’m expected to believe the two guys pictured above have shit loads of friends “on the inside”? Insert laughy face emoji here. Not only that, they have the nerve to tell me how to behave around said “friends.” Yeah, I don’t think so, Tim.
Listen guys, if I want to meet your friends, I’m going to be myself. If I feel like flailing my arms, do some jumping jacks, climb walls, do a back flip, Imma do it. Except maybe the backflip part, that sounds painful. But also, I may even toss in some rapid-fire questions as well. They can answer, or not, I don’t really care. I’m only asking the rapid-fire questions, because you told me not do that.
For shits and gigs, Andy bought a DNA kit for dogs. When we adopted Zorro, we didn’t have much background on him. The vet office we got him from, said he is a husky/shepherd mix. I didn’t really believe in the shepherd part, as I couldn’t see any of that in him. But I could tell by certain traits, he is a husky and lab. I didn’t realize how much more the test would reveal! The results came with profiles of each breed that Zorro is and a family tree.
The English Springer Spaniel and Golden Retriever were pretty random. I don’t really see those breeds in his physical appearance. But I’m glad to know I was right about him being part lab! It’s pretty apparent from his tree that he about 50% husky. The rest, is broken up between the lab, golden, and English spaniel. Pretty cool! I always called him a Huskador as a joke. Looks like I will have to start calling him a Golden Huskaspanieldor!
We also ordered a kit for my parents dog. We don’t know what breeds she is either, aside from German Shepherd. But she is super fluffy and agile, so I think she may have some Aussie Shepherd in her as well. We shall see, the fun part will be trying to get the DNA swab from her mouth. haha
I’m a bit of a phone-o-phobe. I really dislike talking on the phone. I know its unavoidable like getting stuck behind an old lady at the grocery store who can’t decide between various brands of prunes. But I really start to get annoyed if I have to be on the phone more than 5 minutes. With that in mind, I’ve been dodging a phone call for a week because I don’t want to be held hostage to a one-sided phone conversation that will take hours. My guilt has finally reached the level where I must succumb to the call-back. It makes me feel like an asshole really, because you shouldn’t dread calling your friend.
Let me explain, I have a long-distance friend who doesn’t like texting/emailing/social media-ing. But when I call her, I can’t get a word in edgewise. It makes me feel awful, especially now that she has a health issue. So I need to check-in to make sure she is doing fine. But, I also can’t bring myself to be held up on the phone for hours. I try to schedule these calls around something productive. I think I will be calling around my mandatory “Code of Conduct” online seminar. But it’s difficult to cut the conversation short [or even a reasonable length], when there is never a break in her conversation for me to sign off. I’ve tried calling at various times of the day, hoping this will lead to a shortened conversation. But nothing has worked so far. Basically my tactic, make sure I’m working in tandem on something else. This way, my busybody feels like it can accomplish something while being held captive to a phone.
So I got what I needed for my Halloween costume. I knew when I picked it out, that I would get hit with “last-minute inspo”. I hate the term “inspo”, but I feel the need to use it for this post. So please forgive me my tresspasses! I was cruising Pinterest this morning, which I hardly ever do. I don’t really do “Pinterest”, but every so often I’ll log on and find something. Usually I log on to keep track of the all the Jamberry wraps I own, so I don’t get something I already have. This would also be useful with my shoes and wardrobe, but I don’t have the patience for that undertaking. Maybe I can hire a free intern to Pinterest my wardrobe for me. Any takers?
Moving on. I stumbled upon an amazing Halloween costume idea. Immediately I began to brainstorm how I could pull this off, and I figured out my game plan. I already own most of the things I would need. EXCEPT I would require a really large beach ball. In retrospect, a yoga ball would have sufficed, but those are more expensive. I found a website specifically dedicated to beach balls of all sizes, colors, and patterns. The catch? I don’t think it will arrive on time for party one of three. I’m not worried though, it’s not like I don’t already have a freaking costume.
I had a really busy weekend. I had a hair appointment and I went a bit bold, but I’ll save that for my next post. Anyway, we went to Flatbread Pizza Company/Sacco’s Bowl Haven on Saturday night. The place was hoppin’. They told us it would be about a 30 minute wait for a table and longer than that to bowl. So we squeezed ourselves into the bar area. The bar itself is made from re-purposed bowling alley flooring. The bar was packed though, but it miraculously thinned out 15 minutes later. It was weird, but I wasn’t complaining! Our food came out really fast and I think I ate too much, hence why my stomach was bothering me the next day. I think since I’ve been eating healthier and sticking to my calorie limit, my stomach got used to it. So eating too much pizza didn’t go over well. It was still delicious and I have no “ragrets”, not one single letter. 😉
After that, we tried to go the hidden Saloon but it was crowded and filled with bros. NO THANKS! So we took our party to Five Horses Tavern, where there was plenty of seating. We are too old to deal with annoying college kids and hipsters. Heck, I didn’t even like college kids when I was in college, so I’m not going to start hanging out with them now. haha!
On our way home, we noticed a vivid green sky. After our Lyft driver dropped us off, we ran inside to let Zorro in and out, then shuffled off to find the source of the green sky. We drove towards the green sky and ended up at a cemetery at 1:30AM. We thought we could cut thru, but we couldn’t after walking around. After gathering some creepy pictures, we left.
We got back to the car and parked on a college campus. We wandered around and hit some road blocks so we couldn’t access the stadium. After snapping some cool pictures, we could see part of an LED sign next to the stadium. We concluded the green sky was reflecting from the super bright stadium sign. Since it was rainy and humid out, it really lit up the sky. It’s definitely a case of the adventure being cooler than the answer. It was a lot of fun running around a cemetery and college campus with Andy. I had to wash my feet when we got home though. I forgot to change into sneakers and my feet got wet and dirty from wearing flip-flops. I’ll try to be better prepared next time we hunt aliens.