Wednesday, May 23, 2007

An Open Letter to the Universe

Dear Universe,

Thank you for teaching me so quickly about the consequences of bad pet-parenthood. As a result (I think) of her foray into the pizza box, Loki was up at 3:30AM, 5:30AM, and 7:30AM with gastrointestinal distress. As a result of Loki being up, I was up. Universe, you win. I will no longer make irreverant comments about parenting. Oh, and Universe? Thanks for waiting until after my test was done. Appreciate it.


Tuesday, May 22, 2007

In Which Loki Eats Things

Just a couple cute pictures of my dog. The first is her eating a frozen (yes, frozen) bagel; the second is a (half) hound dog eating Hound Dog's pizza. (Well, licking the box -- I still think it's funny.)

And this is Loki with her pizza-box hat.

If I ever have kids, I'm going to be the mom who's laughing too hard to yell when the kids are doing something stupid-yet-amusing. Injuries heal, but funny pictures last forever. (And no, I don't really mean least I don't think so.)

Monday, May 14, 2007

Blogging Counts as "Productive", Right?

So I noticed that it's been about 6 weeks since I last posted. Oops. I've been busy, I swear. And I still am, but I got a horrible terrible very bad migraine headache earlier today, and I'm still not really up to studying. So I'll blog -- I know that sometime I will want to look back at this period of my life, and celebrate that I made it through with sanity intact. (And hopefully, degree in hand.)

And yet, after that intro, I feel like I don't have much to say. I haven't cooked much...mostly just reheated and/or blended the contents of my freezer so that I won't have to throw out a lot of food when I move. And the knitting time has been decimated by the "no more class! you're free! go and study" schedule. I do have a couple of AFOs (distinguished from UFOs by the fact that they're almost finished) but I probably won't get around to blocking them until after I move.

Preparing to move -- for me -- is scarier than preparing for the boards. And finding a place that's cool with pets, relatively cheap, and relatively close to school is proving to be a challenge. Hopefully something will work. If not, we can live out of the trunk of my car for a while...OK, not funny, I take it back. Something will work. Because if, I'm screwed. Plain and simple. And I will take my pets and gallivant around Europe for a year. And since I lack a passport (cue lecture from Dad), that's not an option.

Today's moment of amusement/frustration (I seem to have a lot of those...let's call it frustmusement...because astration just doesn't sound good) came while talking on the phone to an apartment company.

Me: Oh, OK, sounds good. Just to confirm: I've got an appointment to tour the apartment on _________ at 1 PM. Before I forget, what's your pet policy?
Them: Pets are great!
Me: Even big dogs?
Them: Yes, just no aggressive breeds: pit bulls, Rottweilers, Dobermans, German Shepherds...
Me: How about mixed breeds? My dog is half-shepherd...

And apparently, if she's listed as a shepherd mix on her vet record, she is officially an aggressive dog. Scary, scary, scary Loki:

Granted, she looks a little demonic there. But she looks purely adorable and appropriately harmless here:

Nice, sedate (a little misleading), and totally, totally, totally not aggressive. So, I still have an appointment on the books, but I'm going to cancel. Because they are canine racists.