Friday, August 28, 2009

Its all about the bitches

So I'm not sure how many of you out there breed dogs, have ever bred a dog or even just thought about it. I am just going to say right now that I am not dog-breeding material. So Nick has a black lab, Rachel, who is purebred, papered, and in heat. We really hadn't given much thought to any of this until we saw the nice blood stain on the comforter.

Guys - is it any wonder chicks get so bitchy around that time of the month? I mean really?

Anyway, so Rachel is in heat and my main man, Chico, is all about it. Problems: Chico is about 2 feet and 80 pounds too small for the job, not to mention that the poor guy is nut-less (got him from the pound and they fix them before they let them go). Other problems: he won't stop whining. At all. Ever. All night long. Even if he is in the same room with her. Jesus Fucking Christ. For the last three days all he has done is follow her around and cry. I don't even think he ate yesterday.

Then, we had taken a day trip to the City and when we came home our next door neighbor is waiting outside for us and - oops - looks like his dog broke down our fence and got it on with Rach. Awesome. Not papered or anything, so not as much money, but still, sweet tempered, pretty dog, so we were stoked. Nick and the neighbor decided they would get the dogs together the next day to "seal the deal" if you will.

6 hours later.....

I come home from work to see Nick and our neighbor all hot and irritable looking. I asked what happened and the response was (and I quote) "The dip-shit dog couldn't get it in and make it stick. I watched him spooge all over the ground like five times. I think the best part was her being so horny and him having to take naps in between." Needless to say, we will be trying again next week with my Aunt's dog. Keep you posted as I know more...

Monday, August 17, 2009

A lot of people like me, but only a few really know me - which is probably why so many people like me

I came to that conclusion earlier this afternoon and while I think I've always known it, I really actually payed attention to it for the first time today. It all started last Friday when my new boss asked me to take a personality test. I was a little surprised, but actually kind of pleased. I mean I have never had a boss who cared enough to see what my personality was all about and furthermore share with me the same about them. I took it as a good start to what will hopefully be a strong bond...

Anyway, so I take this Meyers-Briggs test and discover that I am an EFNJ. Basically, sensitive and hardworking, likes to be praised, dislikes criticism etc., etc., (even though most of us know how we are, it's still tough to read about yourself so blatant and open) but perhaps one of the things that stuck with me the most is how my "type" are people persons and being as such we tend to shift/shape our attitudes and behaviors from moment to moment based entirely on our present company not only to make our lives easier, but theirs as well.

To be honest, I know I do this - I read people pretty well and sometimes change the tone of my voice or my energy level to accommodate certain people whom I know I speak or move too fast for, but how often do I do unconsciously? Today, I decided to not only watch my reactions to people, but also made it a point to stand firm on certain issues with my true self "Don't-give-me-any-of-your-bullshit-cause-I-won't-take-it" attitude and let me tell you kids, I don't think people like the real me. Not that I am a bitch (which I sure can be) but I am not always the self sacrificing door mat that others would like to take me for. Generally I do try and cater to other because quite frankly, it makes my life easier, but when I don't people seem to chalk it up to "stress" or "having too much on my plate" at the moment?

Wouldn't they be surprised if they really knew what my "type" is? Hence the conclusion that so many people like me because so many of them have no idea who I really am.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Back again

Hi all - brief run down:

Nick and I just celebrated 6 months together - I'm just as surprised as you are.

Dante is moving to Illinois - I'm so not ready for that to happen. Holy stink.

Job - got promoted and someone got let go cause of me. Feeling like an asshole for no reason?

Friends - Got dumped by my best friend and it hurts just as bad as when Dante left me. That blog is currently in the works.

Started taking hot yoga - the difference inside and out is amazing already.

~Later gators


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