Sunday morning this 'n' that

I opened up the pot roast wrapper. It does appear to be a slab of bone-in chuck. Will be setting it up after I post.

At the risk of speaking too soon, I think that getting fixed cured Gaby's housebreaking issue. Only one accident in the house since her surgery in October, and that was within the one-month post-op time that it would take for the hormones to settle. Granted, I haven't left her inside for more than 5-6 hours at a stretch, but I was finding little surprises at all hours of the day and night before, with no rhyme, reason, or timing. I could leave her outside for an hour, and she would come back in and promptly poop in the special place in the living room. I still have a puppy pad there, just in case. But I am hoping that the problem is solved now that her little body is no longer in overdrive.

However, another issue has been identified. When Gaby gets really, really excited--Mommy's! Home! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!--she throws up. You can't even hear her. It's therefore wise to watch your step after she finishes racing around like a maniac.

Herself is outside now, patrolling. Himself is asleep in the living room, snoring softly. Weekends are when he catches up on his sleep.

It's above freezing for the second day in a row. Woo hoo!

I wish this was Saturday.

Sunday morning this 'n' that

I opened up the pot roast wrapper. It does appear to be a slab of bone-in chuck. Will be setting it up after I post.

At the risk of speaking too soon, I think that getting fixed cured Gaby's housebreaking issue. Only one accident in the house since her surgery in October, and that was within the one-month post-op time that it would take for the hormones to settle. Granted, I haven't left her inside for more than 5-6 hours at a stretch, but I was finding little surprises at all hours of the day and night before, with no rhyme, reason, or timing. I could leave her outside for an hour, and she would come back in and promptly poop in the special place in the living room. I still have a puppy pad there, just in case. But I am hoping that the problem is solved now that her little body is no longer in overdrive.

However, another issue has been identified. When Gaby gets really, really excited--Mommy's! Home! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!--she throws up. You can't even hear her. It's therefore wise to watch your step after she finishes racing around like a maniac.

Herself is outside now, patrolling. Himself is asleep in the living room, snoring softly. Weekends are when he catches up on his sleep.

It's above freezing for the second day in a row. Woo hoo!

I wish this was Saturday.

*damn*

Was so engrossed in Narnia that I didn't check to see when the Hawks were playing. They were on at the same time, and beat the Sharks.

I'm not at all sorry that I watched Narnia instead, but I could have popped back and forth during commercial breaks.

*damn*

Was so engrossed in Narnia that I didn't check to see when the Hawks were playing. They were on at the same time, and beat the Sharks.

I'm not at all sorry that I watched Narnia instead, but I could have popped back and forth during commercial breaks.

Things I hate about writing, #2385

Prying apart sentences to add needed detail, sentences that already have the beat and the tone and will collapse in a pile of word-sticks if one more thing is added.

Things I hate about writing, #2385

Prying apart sentences to add needed detail, sentences that already have the beat and the tone and will collapse in a pile of word-sticks if one more thing is added.

"Caring for your introvert"

I've been sent this article several times, and today found that someone had linked to it on Facebook. OK, so it may be a shade over the top in places, but speaking as someone who once had the word "shy" incorporated into a performance evaluation, I should link to this on my website bio. Because yes, the greatest compliment I could pay you is that being with you is like being by myself. And I'm fine, really. No, I'm not sick, thanks for asking. Nope, not angry, either.

Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts.

"Caring for your introvert"

I've been sent this article several times, and today found that someone had linked to it on Facebook. OK, so it may be a shade over the top in places, but speaking as someone who once had the word "shy" incorporated into a performance evaluation, I should link to this on my website bio. Because yes, the greatest compliment I could pay you is that being with you is like being by myself. And I'm fine, really. No, I'm not sick, thanks for asking. Nope, not angry, either.

Remember, someone you know, respect, and interact with every day is an introvert, and you are probably driving this person nuts.