Wednesday, February 21, 2007

doggie treat, anyone?

So my birthday is in two days and I'll be 25. I just got used to saying I was 24...seriously! I said 23 up until 4 mos ago, just because I'm retarded. This year has flown by and I can't believe how much has happened since last February.

*I got married
*I got a dog (something I NEVER thought I'd do, I don't even like the little beasts)
*I got a new job (for the best company ever...seriously, if you're good at sales, you'll want to work at my office)
*Ryan graduated from BYU cum laude
*We bought a house
*Ryan's car broke down
*My sister lived with us
*My sister moved out

so much more, but seriously. A year flies by, people.

So a little work story:

Every once in awhile someone opens their mouth and says they'll do something or eat something for $. Well, we turn to Todd again. This guy is a nutjob. He downed one of those garlic butter sauce containers from Papa Johns for $2. A heart attack for $2. He's nuts. Yesterday takes the cake.
Our coworker, Amy, didn't want to miss the company meeting and her dog groomers were late in finishing the pooches, so she brought them in. After the meeting Todd says, Chad, I'll give you $2 to eat that dog biscuit. (this biscuit is one of those huge milkbone for big dogs...EW) Chad counters with, I'll give you $2 to eat it. Everyone else saw what was potentially going to happen and said, I'll give you $1...he got $6 when he started chowing down.

That is one of the most alfalfa-ey dirt-y smell ever. Seriously, it took him 10 minutes to get it down. So nasty. Here are some pictures to document the fun event.

I told you I work in an awesome office. My life rocks.

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Blind Thunder

Ryan decided it would be funny to blindfold our dog and see what he'd do.

Here he is after...kind of cute little guy, puke and all...

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Self-sufficient Animal

So I got home from work today and went to the gym (can I get a big hoo-RAH!) and didn't want to keep Thunder pent up in his little 2'x1' kennel for another hour, so I took him outside, let him do his business (one of them at least) and put his little bed and rope -chew-toy thing in the bathroom with his food and water, fully knowing I would have his #2 to clean up when I let him out in an hour.

I get home, and voila! he's def. done his do, but apparently cleaned it himself...use your imagination. Seriously, I think this is why he was puking last week. But could you imagine? All you'd have to do is feed the little creatures once or twice a week and let them go!

On another vein of the poo matter, (sorry, I must be fixated with it at present) we got a letter in the mail from our HOA (I HATE HOAs, btw) saying we didn't clean up our dog's mess and there are EYE witnesses who have complained. ....riiiight. We live on the bottom floor, let our dog out through the patio doors and he comes back in 10 or 15 min or whenever he gets cold. Usually Ryan and I are diligent in cleaning up at the end of the day or when we see it, but honestly people...$50 for poop?! Clearly someone has an issue with Ryan and I, probably because we're not overly outgoing/hey-let's-call-up-the-neighbors or super-active in our ward.

C'est la vie.

OH! I almost forgot the most important discovery I had today. Coldstone offers free ice cream on your birthday!!!

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Motivation, anyone?

I'm so tired of my night routine and being home by myself while Ryan's at work. If it were during the day, at least I'd feel like I was just starting my day and be inspired to get up and do something. Once I get home from work, I don't want to do ANYTHING and when I say that, I really mean ANYTHING. The two nights a week Ryan's here I am fine, we go out and I have energy and drive to either go out or make dinner or do something, but when it's just me and the lil pooch (who is currently sick and throwing up and I have no idea what he ate, I just know I'm really grossed out and he's going to have to stay in the bathroom for the next couple of hours)'s another story.

I don't know if it's just because I'm tired and the day (to me) is over or what...anyways....

Maybe I'll take up a daily trip to barnes and noble to read magazines for free.

Any other suggestions?