Tuesday, March 31, 2009
The other day the power was out for about 4 hours. I was walking Bella through the park by our house and saw the pole bent at 90 degrees. My first thought: I guess that explains the power outage. The power guy saw Bella and walked over to pet her and say hi. I then took the opportunity to ask when the power would be back on and his response was, "oh in a few hours." Perfect.
A few hours later the power is back on. It really doesn't matter a whole lot to us when it's off because our stove/oven is gas and so is our heat. So we just light some candles and talk or read and can still cook dinner just fine.
HOWEVER what is not fine is when we go to bed at 11pm and then at midnight we hear BRRP BRRP BRRP as loud as possible. W.T.F. We just went to bed? How the HELL is the alarm already going off?
We forgot to reset the clock to our normal wake up time and just hit the "set" button without considering the power outage and the fact that the alarm would be reset to midnight. Too bad we don't have a secret video system in our house. I bet it was hilarious to watch us both shoot up straight in bed with almost simultaneous heart attacks.
Monday, March 30, 2009
I notice at all of the shops, the clothing items displayed are shorts, flip flops, sleeveless tees. Um, excuse me?
Did someone not inform these stores that it is still winter in Seattle until about, July?
I have never understood this about retail. How come spring clothes start to come out in December and fall clothes start to come out in July? Just the mere thought of wearing shorts right now makes me want to go hide under a pile of 10 blankets until we finally get appropriate "shorts" weather on about July 12th, when it hits 70 degrees...which if you would have asked me a few years ago when I was living in Phoenix was NOT shorts weather and was still sweater weather. Bizarre.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
We also enrolled her in puppy kindergarten which starts in a month or so (my mom finds this quite amusing). It will just help to socialize her and to give us some tips on making sure we are training her right. I'm looking forward to it. I got the recommendation of the place we are going to from my friend who has a mastiff (that apparently was a horrible puppy and this place was awesome for him). I guess in a couple of months we will have to have Bella spayed as well. Poor girl!
Today I went home at lunch to take her out and since we finally saw the sun in Seattle for the first time in about 2 weeks, Bella got to go on her first "official" walk (also helps that she has had time to get used to the leash by just doing short walks). We walked in the sun through the park and she made several new puppy and people friends. She is very friendly to everyone she sees. She has been fairly unwilling the past few days to go outside to go potty unless she absolutely has to because it has been so cold and rainy. Since boxers are very heat/cold sensitive (they don't have much of a coat), she would just sit and shake due to the cold weather. Today she kept looking at me like, "What the hell?! This is actually fun... and warm! Why haven't we done this before?!" It was way too cute. She is such a great puppy. I'm so excited that we ended up with her.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
On Saturday we had a flight scheduled at 8am to fly to Boise Idaho. Why you ask? Well, Tim and I have been interested in getting a boxer for several years now. We like these dogs for several reasons 1) They have high energy which fits our active lifestyle 2) They are smart 3) They don't shed a lot 4) They are very loyal and protective 5) They are great with kids 6)They are so dang cute.
We looked at breeders in Washington and weren't very happy with the results. We wanted a breeder that raises good dogs but isn't in it for profit, that doesn't sell to puppy mills, that genuinely cares about the dogs, and that raises them in a healthy manner. The breeder that we found that we had high hopes for just happened to be located in Boise. She is an amazing lady. Boxers are known to have some heart issues and all of her dogs that are bred have had extensive heart checks and have come back clear. She sells to no puppy mill states, she turns down people and keeps the dogs herself if she can't place them in good homes, and she is just a genuinely nice lady that could care less about the money she gets from breeding as she cares more about producing quality boxers (as she too has struggled finding reputable breeders). Not to mention- all of her dogs that she breeds are champion line boxers which means that all her puppies come from the best boxers. She is absolutely amazing.
We found her a while ago and it turns out she had a litter that is now 6 weeks old. We kept talking and were very comfortable with her and decided we would fly to Idaho to see the puppies, to talk about if we wanted one, to see if one clicked with us, to see how the puppy parents were, and to make sure we clicked/felt comfortable with the breeder in person. The puppies aren't old enough to go home but at least we could see them in person while we had some free time and consider it. Then additionally we would have a few weeks to plan/prepare if we did end up deciding to get a puppy. So at 10am Saturday morning we landed in Boise and started our adventure. Crazy, right?
We got to her house and were greeted by her adult boxers. Once we were inside a little puppy ran up to us. This was a puppy from the prior litter (born December 19) and was 12 weeks old. The breeders husband had decided to keep her as he wanted a little girl to call his own. She was adorable and stuck by our side the whole time.
Shortly after we got there, we played with the 6 babies (4 boys and 2 girls). 2 of the puppies had already been placed in homes (and one is going to Washington to be a service dog!!) They were adorable.
We continued to chat with the breeder and we kept remarking how the 12 week old puppy was so cute and so loveable. The breeder mentioned that puppy was actually going to be placed in a good home because her husband had decided that morning that he did not have patience to potty train. Tim and I looked at each other and knew that we were hopeless at that point. She, Miss Bella, had already picked us. An hour or so later, we got to meet her parents. They were such great grown up boxers. About an hour after that, Bella was passed out on my lap and we knew that we couldn't say no. We loved her from the second we saw her and bonded with her right away. The breeder saw this too and gave us a special deal on her. She was going to raise the the price since as she grew, her coloring/head shape (all things that go into the pricing of boxers) had really developed in a way that makes her a very expensive little girl. But the breeder gave us what she would have charged originally, which was much, much less than we expected to pay based on the looks/personality of her.
The next step was figuring out a way to get home. Fly or drive? An 8 hour drive back to Seattle versus an hour flight? Seems like a no-brainer but we didn't know if we could fly her. We called the airline and for $100 they said we could. Done. So we had to run to petsmart to find a carrier that fit her. This was not easy. Even though she is still just a baby, she is 20 pounds and is not tiny. We finally found one and busted it to the airport for our 5:30 flight. We had some issues getting the rental car back (there was no agent- WTF?!) so by this point it is 5:00 and we are sprinting through the Boise airport, literally.
We get to the counter and we are 5 minutes late. They have given our seats to people flying standby. UGHH! They tell us they can put us on standby for the 7pm flight that night, which just happens to be the last flight out. That doesn't sound promising. Eventually they just give us tickets for the flight, thank god. We have two hours to kill and spend it outside in the 70 degree sun with Miss Bella. It felt really nice.
Getting on to the flight, a huge thunderstorm decided to come through Boise. Miss Bella was not a fan. She cried running to the plane (as it was a small plane we had to walk out to). BUT, we got her in, under the seat, and she slept through the whole flight without a peep. We got back to Seattle around 7:45 and we booked it to Petco to load up on supplies since we were so totally unprepared. We had NOTHING. We did NOT expect to come home with a dog that day. So with 5 minutes to spare, we checked out at Petco with all our puppy gear in tow. Of course, Bella had to leave her mark too and peed right by the register right as we were walking out (and right after I had taken her outside)... thanks, Bella!
We get home and feed her, make her go potty, introduce her to the kitties and put her in her "house" to sleep. She passed out, as did we and we were only up with her once that first night. Sunday was a bit overwhelming. We were all getting used to each other and she was getting used to her new environment so there were a few accidents. Also, she cried all Sunday night and we were up with her twice. Monday was much better. Only 1 or 2 accidents. And yesterday?? ZERO accidents and she slept for 7 hours straight last night. She is such a good puppy so far. She learns so quickly and is so sweet and cuddly. She's been so good with the kitty boys as well (who have mostly just been curious about her- not mad, no hissing really).
So, now we have our newest little addition to our family. We already love her so much. She is going to be a great dog. Her name was already Bella (which we loved) and we named her middle name after her mom, who she looks just like (the reverse brindle coloring). We have a vet appointment today for a checkup and some shots so we'll see how that goes. And, guess what? I even have pictures:
Tim playing with the little 6 week old puppies. They were so cute. Definitely pooping monsters though.
Monday, March 23, 2009
We were fairly quick though. After about 10 minutes, I decided just to get a blackberry. It's not a google phone or an iphone or anything totally fancy BUT I swear, this thing is still so much more technologically advanced than I am. I am finally, several days later beginning to figure it out.
All I want is a phone that texts and calls. This does that but apparently many other things too which I am just learning about. Who knew phones had all of these capabilities? It's pretty sweet. I totally just dated myself technology wise, didn't I?
Friday, March 20, 2009
Why? Oh, because the client is still the client from hell. I had high hopes, but nope. No improvement this year. So even though I worked my ass off to wrap up ALL of my other work and solely block out the next three weeks of my schedule, due to the lack of organization and any other thing positive you would expect from a client, I am now back at the office for the remainder of the week. One would think this would be a positive thing; however, it just essentially means that now I am fairly light in work and in approximately 2.5 weeks once the client gets their act together, I will be completely and utterly slammed.
I only know this from experience. And that? That is not a fun experience. UGH.
Since I am fairly light at work for the remainder of this week, it was a great time for my poor phone to die. Fabulous. Yesterday I think was it's last full day of life. I have had it for two years so I knew it was about time anyway. So I leave work fairly early to go to the tmobile store. To get to the tmobile store you have to go through the "Microsoft district" which you want to avoid from about 4:30-6:30 no matter what. This was my reasoning for leaving early to get to the phone store.
I get there and I am told that I cannot do anything with the account. Why? Because even though Tim has added me as an authorized user FIVE SEPARATE TIMES, it still doesn't show me as an authorized user. So I bitch at this lady for about 30 minutes on how this is just ridiculous and a total waste of my time... especially on one of the few days I can beat the horrid Microsoft traffic. I call Tim but he's working so he can't call corporate AGAIN to get me added. Meanwhile, this lady proceeds to imply that Tim "just must not trust me and keeps removing me from the account."
At that point, I almost blew a gasket. WE ARE TALKING ABOUT A CELL PHONE PLAN NOT A F-ING CAR OR HOUSE OR SOMETHING MUCH MORE COSTLY AND RELEVANT. I asked her what the issue was. She said, "Well, only one person can be the authorized user on the plan meaning that if you cancel your coverage, you are liable for $200." At that point, I really lost it. I said, "We are seriously unable to do ANYTHING right now because of a $200 liability? I will pay you $200 right now for you not to be such a stupid bitch!" Ok, I didn't say that last sentence but I seriously contemplated it. I had already bitched her out enough and didn't want to add insult to injury. I did tell her how ludicrous the whole situation was and it was too bad she was willing to lose a long time customer over $200. Of course, I didn't end up with a new phone. Currently I am texting on my phone by contorting it into all different forms so that I am able to see the screen and if I am able to receive calls I can only hear people if it's on speaker phone.
Tim called corporate last night and had his own bitch session with them on how they need to get their shit straight and add me FOR THE SIXTH TIME.
We have incredible plans for this Saturday which I am not willing to disclose yet (although I can barely contain my excitement both due to the plans as well as to the fact that it's the first Saturday in three months I'm not working!) Hopefully I will be able to get a phone today or Sunday. I think I may just drag Tim with me... just in case.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
My final four?
KU versus MU and UNC versus Duke. How cool would that be?
Of course, I have Kansas winning the whole thing, against UNC although I have been following college basketball enough to know that Kansas will probably not have a repeat year like last year. Oh well, I love March madness, regardless.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
"Goodbye. I am leaving because I am bored."
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I just remembered that it was St Patricks day when I was driving into work and nope, I am not wearing green. Hopefully I will not get pinched today although I am not totally confident. My client is so chaotic (and yesterday spent an hour of my time talking about his worm farms...swear to god) that I would not be surprised to get pinched.
It's also our boys' two year birthday today. I can't believe it's already been two years. How does that go by so fast??
This is Tyson. He is our exotic shorthair kitten. He is definitely more the cat. He chases strings, jumps like you wouldn't believe and is not as "soft" as Calvin. He is slightly bigger than Calvin but he actually looks skinnier, I think because he is all muscle. He is also very cuddly too, but in a different way than Calvin. He likes to curl up in the nook of your left arm and sleep.
They are such good boys. They follow us everywhere and are very social with us and whoever comes to our house. I love them and am so glad we got them. Happy birthday boys!
Monday, March 16, 2009
Fast forward an hour later. We have quarter size flakes and are on our way to an inch. You have got to be kidding me.
Three hours later. Dumping rain. An hour later. Back to snow. Then more rain. Then, is that hail?
At about 1 or 2, the sun comes out. It is completely blue skies. What in the hell is going on?
Two hours later. Cloudy. Looks like it could pour. It does. Then the wind picks up. Wind gusts hit 45 miles an hour. There are talks of power outages locally from the high winds. The weathermen talk about more snow. And rain. And wind. Oh, but possible sunbreaks. Huh?
Um, could someone please tell Seattle to a) make up its MIND? and b) STOP SNOWING. It is NOT supposed to snow here and plus it is almost spring. This snow thing three times a week is totally overrated.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Tuesday I decided to work from home. I did this because a) I can b) I had no clients this week c) This week was solely a catch up so that I could have a clean state before starting the client from hell next week d) I had worked about 14 days in a row, most of those days were 12-14 hour days and I needed some time away, even if I was still working e) The client from hell starts next week and I'm not even kidding you, every. single. person. at work has some sort of disease (aka head cold) that makes them sound like they are 2.5 seconds away from dying. If you remember March of 2008 and the posts I made last year, you will recall that it was the worst month EVER. Part of this can be attributed to the client from hell coupled with having some sort of illness (cold, flu, whatever... it sucked). So this year I was determined to not be sick for this client. Why? Because I am determined to make this client from hell 420% better this year. If I am not sick, this will be much easier.
So I worked from home.
I was pumped because I got to my hole-y, comfy jeans all day, I had my hair in a pony tail, no make up, was doping up on Vitamin C as a preventative measure, was on track to get everything done by the following Monday before going out to the aforementioned client, and I had my favorite mug filled with nice hot tea. It was perfect.
So I sit on the couch, have my mug in my hands and am trying to log in to my computer. Next thing I know, my tea spills. On my INNER THIGHS. Ok, I don't know if it's just me, but is that not one of the most sensitive parts of the body? And then to dump scalding hot tea on that part of the body? I honestly have not ever felt pain like that. Brazilian waxes are close, but I have to say this was worse. And by the way, I have also heard that Brazilian waxes are worse than labor. I find that hard to believe (and someday I will testify as to whether or not that is true). If it is true, then since this was worse then a Brazilian wax, it was likely the worst pain I will ever feel.
I couldn't even scream it hurt so bad. My eyes just filled with tears. And I even had jeans protecting me!
Luckily, I live with a paramedic. Who has treated many people for burns, including a two year old that pulled off a pot of boiling water off the stove on top of her ok (ok, this was not THAT bad). So he is prepared. He looked at it and got me some burn cream and bandaged it up for me.
Three hours later, we looked at it together and he said, "I should have taken you more seriously... that's actually a really good 2nd degree burn." NO SHIT.
So now I will probably have two lovely scars... a huge one on my left inner thigh and a smaller one on my right inner thigh. And once again, my theory of accounting being a dangerous profession holds true, I guess especially if you love hot tea!
My worst war wound above... there is a dime size spot on my right inner thigh. The one above actually looks like an elephant from one angle or a squid from another. Maybe it can be my "faux" tattoo since I am sure I will have a nice white scar once the red/blue puffy nastiness goes away. This picture above actually doesn't do it justice.
And after I'm all bandaged. Please disregard my white pasty, chicken legs.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
All in all, the trip was a lot of fun. We got to see and do a lot (minus me having to work some and having crazy elevator experience). It was a fun week but at the end, we were ready to be back in Seattle. It was nice to get back to warm weather. And by warm I mean 30 and snowing not 5 and snowing. Although, by the way, AGAIN Alaska natives kept telling me how lucky we were to come during a warm front. I just don't know why they don't get that 5 degrees in the morning, 15 degrees in the afternoon is. not. warm.
A view from Anchorage from along the coast.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
My mom was released from the hospital at the beginning of the week. All of the tests came back ok. She may have to do some follow up but everything seems to be ok for now...Phew. It was quite scary. Hopefully it is the wake up call she needs to slow down life, even just a little bit (she is probably the busiest lady I know...)
Sunday, March 8, 2009
If everyone out there could keep my family in your thoughts, it would be much appreciated.
At this point I am not planning on flying back to Kansas City until I know more, which won't be until later today or tomorrow. Then I may or may not fly out there, depending on what we learn from the doctors. It is such a helpless feeling to be so far away and unable to do anything. I am hopeful that everything will be allright.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
Congratulations to Wish, Josh, and little Peyton. I cannot wait to meet the new guy, hopefully this summer in KC! And happy birthday, Wish!
Friday, March 6, 2009
I am being melodramatic.
Back track. To the Thursday I was up in Alaska. Everyone was in town at this point... all of the audit team, Tim, etc. I spent the day trying to solve a $2M problem that turned out to be insolvable. By the end of the 12 hours that day I'm pretty sure that everyone wanted to kill each other...there were two of us who had worked on the problem non stop but 4 people had been involved with no resolution. I had plans that night with Tim and some friends so as we were leaving, all I could think was "I cannot wait to just relax and laugh tonight and to not think about this anymore."
I get back to the hotel to meet Tim and am excited to just go see everyone. We have a room on the 6th floor. I get on the elevator and the next ten minutes felt like 20 years of my life.
I got stuck on the stupid elevator. It started making weird noises, it wouldn't move, the outer door opened but the inner wouldn't. I'm sitting there thinking, "This seriously happens??" I pick up the emergency phone. Doesn't work. At this point in the day, my cell phone has died because I hadn't charged it the night before. Bad move by me. The elevator continues to make noises and shake but it wouldn't go up. Or down. I actually yelled at people to help me. This was ridiculous. I also tried to pry open the doors. Equally ridiculous. So I sat down in the corner and couldn't decide if I thought the situation was hilarious or if I just wanted to cry because it was so fitting after the events of the day. I was seriously freaked out.
I mean, you always hear about this happening but I didn't know it really did. And who knew that when it does the emergency phones don't always work?? I was shaking so bad... seriously freaking at out at this point. But I just sat in the corner, shaking, on the verge of tears and was just glad that I didn't have to pee or something. I mean, what else can you really do?
10 minutes later...
I start to move... hooray! I jump up and the elevator stops at the third floor. The 3 button is not pressed but I don't give a shit... I just want to get off this stupid thing. I start to make a move but I am not quick enough. The elevator tries to eat me and I am forced back inside. 5 more minutes of sitting in the corner...
FINALLY after what seems like 20 years, I get to floor six. My legs feel like jello to walk because I am pretty shaken up (which subconsciously feels stupid to me since I am not claustrophobic but I did not know that it was so scary to be trapped in an elevator!) I get to the hotel room and Tim opens the door, all excited to see me and to start our night out. I collapse into a huge ball of tears into his arms. Poor guy. He has no clue what is going on. I cannot stop bawling. It was ridiculous.
Eventually my tears turn into laughing much in part to my wonderful husband who knows how to make things feel better... and I start to see how humorous the situation really was. We get ready to go out and have a great night out with good friends, good food, good drinks (even though we walked two blocks to the restaurant and I was pretty sure by the time we got there we were going to be human ice sculptures-it was FREEZING). Sidenote: how do people seriously live in Alaska? I kept asking my friends up there. I just don't get it. It is SO COLD.
Did I mention by the way that we stayed at the nicest hotel in Anchorage? It's called the Captain Cook and it is widely known as the nicest hotel up there. It is definitely nicer than the Hilton or Marriott we have stayed at up there before. I guess my advice is just to stay on floor one or take the stairs. And watch out for elevators. Apparently you really can get stuck in them. Who knew.