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Last night
Aug. 28th, 2007 09:33 amYa'll wanna know what I did last night, doncha? Terribly exciting.
We'll start the story with my leaving work and driving. Driving tends to involve me yelling at many people to 'Just DRIVE your car!' and my commute is about 4 miles... On the way home I had to go to the gas station. Thrilling, I tell ya. Luckily it was down a few cents from earlier (like 4 per gallon) and since Mojo was nearly at fumes, this was good. Got gas, no excitement. Was able to turn left out of the lot thanks to the mighty train up the road providing a screen.
Arrived home about 10 minutes later than usual and was greeted by two OMG STARVING!! cats. Sasha tried to convince me that she was mere inches from starving to DEATH! and was annoyed by it. Leo was just pathetic. Meanwhile, Kyle was thrilled I was home, and was happy to dance around and try to get pets. This after nosing each of the cats to assure himself that everyone was present and accounted for. He does this every night when I get home. I let him out, he noses my hand and then has to run and physically touch the cats before coming back to me to get more pets. When Leo gets nosed he generally just complains in a pathetic manner, or in true Futbol player style, falls over in a 'I'm killed! I'm dying! Oh wait... there's no one here...' manner. Sasha is a bit more dangerous to nose... she will hiss and swat the dog. More than once this has led to Kyle yiping as she's scratched his nose oh so slightly (never bleeds... I think Kyle is learning Leo's dramatic style... this can't be good). The routine was fulfilled and all was well, except for the starvation issue.
I changed out of work clothes while Sasha was explaining to me the dangers of an empty tummy. Leo, helpful boy, tried to show me where the food lives. Kyle was just running around happy to see me. Why do I prefer cats again? ;) Anyway, cats and dog were fed and laundry sorting began. Hubby has three new sets of scrubs that had to be laundered, and I wanted appropriate clothing for work. Kyle came to keep me company while Leo helped by holding down the laundry basket. They eat fast and I sort kinda slow. Leo objected to being removed from the laundry basket so clothing could be put in. I tried to explain that he really wouldn't like the washer. But it was no use and he stomped off to sulk. Boy doesn't take rejection well. I should be glad I'm a people and not a dog- cause when Kyle rejects Leo, Leo tries to kill him. Scissors, knives, plates... his tools are many and varied.
So, laundry was ready. Kyle was put into his harness, a stick of string cheese collected (for Kyle's rewards), as was a couple puppy poopy picker-upper bags. We were ready. Kyle and I trooped downstairs to start laundry before we went for a walk. Walking with Kyle is generally an adventure, as we never know what's going to catch his fancy. Or rather, what other dogs we're going to run into, and how to avoid them. See, Kyle's great with other dogs until that whole 'time to separate' thing, and then he acts a fool, and I just don't want to deal with it. There were a few dogs around yesterday, but no frogs, which is good cause they scare Kyle. The walk wasn't nearly as pleasant as I'd hoped- see 'acts a fool'- but the necessary was accomplished.
We got back shortly before the laundry had to go into the dryer, so instead of running up three flights of stairs we hung out in the laundry room for a bit. This is of course OMG NEAT! to Kyle because it's not the apartment. Anything not the apartment is OMG NEAT! to him... It's cute. Switched over laundry and headed upstairs. Got a few things cleaned up before getting on the Ellipse. I figured I could just manage 45 minutes before laundry was done.
About my Ellipse... It's a NordicTrack that works both the arms and the legs (Mrs. Boss apparently has one that just works the legs, no arm movement...). It's also a hand-me-down from my parents. It works great! Except for one little thing... the tension control is wonky. You can't change it. However, it changes itself on a somewhat cyclical basis. So sometimes it's pretty easy to move, others... not so much. Last night's workout started in an 'other' mode. Oi vey dios mio! I knew I was tired (and for the last few days have been Little Miss Cranky Pants) but this was awful! However, I did make the 45 minutes, and by the end the tension had released a lot. So it was all good. Stepped off the Ellipse and the alarm I set for the laundry sounded.
There I am, dripping sweat (it's humid around here just to add to the normal stuff) and throwing on a t-shirt so I can leave the apartment in something approximating decent attire. For the record, I work out in a sports bra, workout pants and running shoes (which need to be replaced). While the sports bra covers everything rather well (it has quite the job to do) I'm not exactly confident enough to leave the apartment with just that on. *grins* Maybe if the workout plan starts to actually, you know, work! I will.
Where was I? Oh yes, ran down stairs to get two loads of laundry to haul them upstairs. Didn't so much run back upstairs... more walked, and at that almost didn't make it. It wasn't as bad as the stairs at the hostel in Ireland (three flights there too, but I only got to the second before I was done! Long story short- I hit the wall, there was no going further. Luckily I was rescued by a nice Irish boy. More details upon request) Anywho, made it up the stairs without dropping anything or hurting myself. Yay! (It's been a long week, I take my victories where I can get them)
Next was the sorting, folding and putting away. Luckily Ringo was providing good music to accomplish this to. There was dancing while everything was put away, shooed the cats out of the closet a half dozen times each. Leo made it fun by showing off his 6 ft vertical leap- reaching the shelves on the first try. Had to evict him, while Sasha thought she could sneak by in my distraction and head for the corner behind my longer dresses. Removed her and then placed Kyle in the doorway to keep them out. How to tell the dog has low cat rank status... Leo jumped right over him for attempt #3. Poor the dog. No respect.
During all this it occurs to me that a banana eaten when I first got home doesn't count as dinner. Yet, it's 9 at night... I had left overs from Old Chicago... half a calzone that I split in half again to eat. Pretty tasty. Not ideal eating, time or substance, but sometimes you've gotta make due. Talked to hubby on the phone, had a brief conversation with his co-worker (hubby provided translation) and ended up getting a zucchini muffin (hubby to bring home) because I knew how to spell zucchini. :) Listened to hubby rant about school (the actual school and not his program) and played around online. We need to get DSL... luckily our dial up provider now provides it for our area! Who knew things like that changed over the course of a few years? So we talked until he had to actually go work! (his last day there is Wednesday... there's excitement and trepidation on his part, totally understandable.)
After a few more websites browsed (while a clip from YouTube finished... I started it when hubby and I were talking) the clip watched, and it was time for Kyle to go for another walk. So we geared up and headed out. It was a more enjoyable walk for both of us. No frogs and few other dogs and I got to ogle the moon (though I didn't wake up early to see the eclipse cause I'm lame like that).
Though I was up early this morning, Hubby had to be at school early and I had a dog to walk. Right now the plan is for Kyle to be 'my dog' during the week, meaning I see to all his walks so hubby doesn't have to even think about it. Then on the weekends hubby takes him out for walk #1 so I can sleep in a little. :) More exercise for me, can't be bad, right? Though I must learn to go to bed earlier since I'm now getting up about half an hour earlier. However, due to both of us being up early it's pretty guaranteed that there will be coffee! :) We have travel mugs. It's all good.
That was my evening... Don't I lead the exciting life? ;)
We'll start the story with my leaving work and driving. Driving tends to involve me yelling at many people to 'Just DRIVE your car!' and my commute is about 4 miles... On the way home I had to go to the gas station. Thrilling, I tell ya. Luckily it was down a few cents from earlier (like 4 per gallon) and since Mojo was nearly at fumes, this was good. Got gas, no excitement. Was able to turn left out of the lot thanks to the mighty train up the road providing a screen.
Arrived home about 10 minutes later than usual and was greeted by two OMG STARVING!! cats. Sasha tried to convince me that she was mere inches from starving to DEATH! and was annoyed by it. Leo was just pathetic. Meanwhile, Kyle was thrilled I was home, and was happy to dance around and try to get pets. This after nosing each of the cats to assure himself that everyone was present and accounted for. He does this every night when I get home. I let him out, he noses my hand and then has to run and physically touch the cats before coming back to me to get more pets. When Leo gets nosed he generally just complains in a pathetic manner, or in true Futbol player style, falls over in a 'I'm killed! I'm dying! Oh wait... there's no one here...' manner. Sasha is a bit more dangerous to nose... she will hiss and swat the dog. More than once this has led to Kyle yiping as she's scratched his nose oh so slightly (never bleeds... I think Kyle is learning Leo's dramatic style... this can't be good). The routine was fulfilled and all was well, except for the starvation issue.
I changed out of work clothes while Sasha was explaining to me the dangers of an empty tummy. Leo, helpful boy, tried to show me where the food lives. Kyle was just running around happy to see me. Why do I prefer cats again? ;) Anyway, cats and dog were fed and laundry sorting began. Hubby has three new sets of scrubs that had to be laundered, and I wanted appropriate clothing for work. Kyle came to keep me company while Leo helped by holding down the laundry basket. They eat fast and I sort kinda slow. Leo objected to being removed from the laundry basket so clothing could be put in. I tried to explain that he really wouldn't like the washer. But it was no use and he stomped off to sulk. Boy doesn't take rejection well. I should be glad I'm a people and not a dog- cause when Kyle rejects Leo, Leo tries to kill him. Scissors, knives, plates... his tools are many and varied.
So, laundry was ready. Kyle was put into his harness, a stick of string cheese collected (for Kyle's rewards), as was a couple puppy poopy picker-upper bags. We were ready. Kyle and I trooped downstairs to start laundry before we went for a walk. Walking with Kyle is generally an adventure, as we never know what's going to catch his fancy. Or rather, what other dogs we're going to run into, and how to avoid them. See, Kyle's great with other dogs until that whole 'time to separate' thing, and then he acts a fool, and I just don't want to deal with it. There were a few dogs around yesterday, but no frogs, which is good cause they scare Kyle. The walk wasn't nearly as pleasant as I'd hoped- see 'acts a fool'- but the necessary was accomplished.
We got back shortly before the laundry had to go into the dryer, so instead of running up three flights of stairs we hung out in the laundry room for a bit. This is of course OMG NEAT! to Kyle because it's not the apartment. Anything not the apartment is OMG NEAT! to him... It's cute. Switched over laundry and headed upstairs. Got a few things cleaned up before getting on the Ellipse. I figured I could just manage 45 minutes before laundry was done.
About my Ellipse... It's a NordicTrack that works both the arms and the legs (Mrs. Boss apparently has one that just works the legs, no arm movement...). It's also a hand-me-down from my parents. It works great! Except for one little thing... the tension control is wonky. You can't change it. However, it changes itself on a somewhat cyclical basis. So sometimes it's pretty easy to move, others... not so much. Last night's workout started in an 'other' mode. Oi vey dios mio! I knew I was tired (and for the last few days have been Little Miss Cranky Pants) but this was awful! However, I did make the 45 minutes, and by the end the tension had released a lot. So it was all good. Stepped off the Ellipse and the alarm I set for the laundry sounded.
There I am, dripping sweat (it's humid around here just to add to the normal stuff) and throwing on a t-shirt so I can leave the apartment in something approximating decent attire. For the record, I work out in a sports bra, workout pants and running shoes (which need to be replaced). While the sports bra covers everything rather well (it has quite the job to do) I'm not exactly confident enough to leave the apartment with just that on. *grins* Maybe if the workout plan starts to actually, you know, work! I will.
Where was I? Oh yes, ran down stairs to get two loads of laundry to haul them upstairs. Didn't so much run back upstairs... more walked, and at that almost didn't make it. It wasn't as bad as the stairs at the hostel in Ireland (three flights there too, but I only got to the second before I was done! Long story short- I hit the wall, there was no going further. Luckily I was rescued by a nice Irish boy. More details upon request) Anywho, made it up the stairs without dropping anything or hurting myself. Yay! (It's been a long week, I take my victories where I can get them)
Next was the sorting, folding and putting away. Luckily Ringo was providing good music to accomplish this to. There was dancing while everything was put away, shooed the cats out of the closet a half dozen times each. Leo made it fun by showing off his 6 ft vertical leap- reaching the shelves on the first try. Had to evict him, while Sasha thought she could sneak by in my distraction and head for the corner behind my longer dresses. Removed her and then placed Kyle in the doorway to keep them out. How to tell the dog has low cat rank status... Leo jumped right over him for attempt #3. Poor the dog. No respect.
During all this it occurs to me that a banana eaten when I first got home doesn't count as dinner. Yet, it's 9 at night... I had left overs from Old Chicago... half a calzone that I split in half again to eat. Pretty tasty. Not ideal eating, time or substance, but sometimes you've gotta make due. Talked to hubby on the phone, had a brief conversation with his co-worker (hubby provided translation) and ended up getting a zucchini muffin (hubby to bring home) because I knew how to spell zucchini. :) Listened to hubby rant about school (the actual school and not his program) and played around online. We need to get DSL... luckily our dial up provider now provides it for our area! Who knew things like that changed over the course of a few years? So we talked until he had to actually go work! (his last day there is Wednesday... there's excitement and trepidation on his part, totally understandable.)
After a few more websites browsed (while a clip from YouTube finished... I started it when hubby and I were talking) the clip watched, and it was time for Kyle to go for another walk. So we geared up and headed out. It was a more enjoyable walk for both of us. No frogs and few other dogs and I got to ogle the moon (though I didn't wake up early to see the eclipse cause I'm lame like that).
Though I was up early this morning, Hubby had to be at school early and I had a dog to walk. Right now the plan is for Kyle to be 'my dog' during the week, meaning I see to all his walks so hubby doesn't have to even think about it. Then on the weekends hubby takes him out for walk #1 so I can sleep in a little. :) More exercise for me, can't be bad, right? Though I must learn to go to bed earlier since I'm now getting up about half an hour earlier. However, due to both of us being up early it's pretty guaranteed that there will be coffee! :) We have travel mugs. It's all good.
That was my evening... Don't I lead the exciting life? ;)
