Procrastination + Snacking = 75% of My Life's Problems

It's happened again. Yes, right now I am at this very second procrastinating. It's a disease, I think. Something that by all rights should be easy to catch yourself doing and avoid, but at the same time -- for me anyway -- by the time I realize I've moved from catching up on a few emails to refreshing my Facebook page despite the fact that there's nothing new to look at, I'm usually way past the point of no return.

In fact, it's often after the constant refreshing that I meander over here and see if I've gotten any new comments. Go figure.

So yes, by now I'm painfully aware of the fact that there are many other things I could, nay should be doing. However, I am not doing them.

It's just one of those lazy afternoons. Haven't done much. I had a big breakfast/lunch at Ihop with Mom, then went to my friends house to watch Hustle and Flow. So now I can't stop boppin' my head and singing, "It's hard out here for a pimp," which I can't actually claim is the truth as I have little to no experience being a pimp.

So now that I'm home, eagerly anticipating dinner, I can't seem to want to do anything besides sit here. Listening to the sound of my typing, birds chirping outside, the ceiling fan whirring, and of course my dogs scuffling.

Our newest, Tucker, has gotten so much bigger already. And he's getting along much better with our other dog, Kelsi. And even Teddy, our cat. He's a quick learner, too, on some things. Like he's pretty good with 'sit', 'speak', and 'come'. 

Well, 'come' is a new one, but he's good at it if he's not distracted by something else. Unfortunately, we're still working on housebreaking him. It's not that he won't ever tell you when he needs to go out, it's just that he does it in the same way he says, "I want to be in there with you." - By coming to the gate (we've sequestered him in the kitchen, and used those little pet gate things) and whines. 

So if you say, "No," thinking, 'I'm in the middle of this movie, and he just wants to play,' and then find out what he was trying to say was, "IgottagoIgottagoIgottago!" then, well...trouble in paradise.

But you can tell he's trying, so that's something. 

Anyway,  besides procrastinating, being painfully non-bilingual, knowing shamefully little about the U.S. government, and handling puppy puddles, I've also managed to spend much more money than I have, get bored with my hair color, add to the list of "Things I Want SO BAD!", and fall behind on sleep.

Nothin' to it, really. Although as I've added to the list of "Things I Want SO BAD!" I've also been able to remove a few. That's something, I suppose. Or maybe it's just an excuse. I'm sure that's much more likely. 

Which, if I may digress, is something else I find absolutely fantastical about people in general.

We have this uncanny ability to talk ourselves into (or out of) anything. Rationalizing something is surprisingly easy. Sometimes alarmingly so. I can only hope that most people will rationalize like I do -- To buy the purse, to not buy the purse?  As opposed to...oh, I don't know, 'Should I rob the bank?' Haha. 

Anyway, it's very clear that I've got nothing more to say. So I'm gonna wrap this up. I want to leave you with a funny thing I saw. Actually, it's a stand up from a snack display at a grocery store. It is my belief that it embodies the very reason that the United States has an 'eating problem'.

Look Ma! No Handlebars!

the lyrics

New Edition of the Four Legged Variety

Today I got a puppy! :) And I can't lie, he's pretty dern fantastic! 

This morning began with taking my Grandmother home. We'd picked her up for our annual family reunion, which was Friday/Saturday, and by Sunday she was ready to head back. I'd been talking about wanting a puppy for a long while now-- really just ever since my best friend Cowboy left us-- and she mentioned that she knew a guy in Vernon with puppies for sale. So of course I was eager to join dad on his trip to take her home.

Needless to say when we got to town I was all excited and ready, hoping that I'd get a puppy but trying not to be too hopeful. She showed us where the guy lived, and we saw the puppies in the yard. Well, the two puppies + momma + papa. But no one was home. So we went to her house, grabbed her paper, and checked the ad. Which said to call between 3 and 7.

It was 1:45.

So we went to eat at a little place called Fred's. Used to be a Dairy Queen until they stopped being able to pay for the franchise fee, so now the food is still the same, if not better, and it's more fun than eating at a DQ because you can do that anywhere.

Anywho, after we ate it was nearly 3:45. Yeah, we took our sweet time, fo' real. So we headed back for the guys house and went to the door. Calling, even after three, had failed to get us an answer.

Luckily he was in fact home, and he showed us the pups. They had one boy and one girl left. I've always been partial to boys. I say 'always' like this happens often for me, or like I've lived very long, but just the same. In my experience, I am biased to the boys. Both were sweethearts. So cute, really sweet. But in the end, I picked the boy.

Here he is. :)

Ridiculously cute, huh? :)

And he was a complete angel on the way home! The drive from Vernon to Midlo is a good 3 hours, if not more. Plus we had to stop for gas and such. And my little guy slept for nearly the entire time. In my lap. Curled up and fantastically adorable.

Needless to say, I've already taken many many pictures of him, and will take hundreds more just within this first week. What can I say? I love my babies. I love taking pictures. Put the two together and you have documentation to the extreme.

And many more blog posts, I'm sure, as it's been a while since I've had a puppy. Since I've had to take care of, housebreak, feed, train, etc. a puppy.

Mom and Dad love him. They even helped me, or should I say, let me help them, give him a bath when we got home. Poor little guy was covered in fleas. :( But after a good scrub (apparently Dawn detergent does a mighty fine job of killing fleas!) he was minus almost all of the fleas and cleaner to boot!

I just hope he gets along with our other dog, Kelsi, and our cat, Teddy. But this little fella will be an indoor dog. In fact, he's staying in my room tonight. Also because if he needs to go out for a potty break I need to be able to hear him telling me so. :)

So tomorrow we need to set him up with a vet appointment, not to mention name him. We've all got a few ideas, so we're going to collaborate and vote. Just like we did with Cowboy. Worked well then, so hopefully this time will be no exception.

Welcome to the clan, little buddy! 

Here's to many years of us loving the dickens out of you!