I Found My Motivation

Where does that shit go?  I’ve been wanting it back for a while and I found it.  One of my besties, Joyce, also needed some motivation so I suggested she put her Fitbit back on and we can challenge each other.  We decided to set a weekly goal of 70,000 steps per week instead of a daily goal.  Daily goals adds too much pressure and this way if we have a slow day, that gives us some time to catch up by the end of day Saturday.  At the end of the week the person who didn’t meet the weekly step goal has to do something for the other person.  These will be small things, fold the laundry, clean the car, etc.  However we decided not to tell each other the punishment because the other could think it’s not that bad, I wouldn’t mind doing that and not work as hard.  I did however tell Joyce I IMMEDIATELY thought of one thing she would make me do if I didn’t meet the goal….clean out the three cat’s litter boxes which she would not clean out for a few days.  EW.  That alone is making me work harder to make my steps.  I don’t mind doing it when they are on vacation and I’m house/dog/cat sitting.  That’s different.  Now…to give her a bit of motivation I told her one of the things she will have to do is either paint my toenails or give me a foot rub.  Joyce hates feet, they gross her out.  Joyce responded with “OMFG.  I will never miss it if I have to run until midnight on Sunday.”

Now that’s motivation.

Book Review: Dog on It (Chet & Bernie #1)

I’m not sure where I got this book, I think at a rummage sale, I’m not sure, but usually when I pick up books at rummage sales I’m not paying attention to that fact if a book is in a series or not, and 99% of the time, they are and I happened to grab #351 in a series.  Dang it!  But not this time, I actually was able to grab book #1.

Say hello to Chet and Bernie.  Chet is Bernie’s dog and together they are the Little Detective Agency.  It’s “Little” because that is Bernie’s last name.  I was hooked by page 2.  This book is a comedy/mystery told from the dog’s perspective.  Yep, the dog narrates the book.  I love it!  I’m not sure how he got in the mind of a dog, but he did and does it well.  Chet and Bernie usually work divorce cases which they are not fond of but it pays the bills.  This time they work a missing persons case.

I really enjoyed this book because it was a quick and easy read unlike some of the last couple books I’ve read.  Since I enjoyed this one so much I ordered #2 when I was half done with #1 and I picked it up just in time!  The book never loses pace and the author does an excellent job with the imagery of seeing the world through Chet’s eyes…actually ears and nose as he reminds the reader his hearing and smelling abilities are WAY better than us humans.  I’ve already marked the entire series as “to read” on my Goodreads list, I believe there are 6 or 7 books total.  These should be keep occupied while I wait for Janet Evanovich’s new book to work it’s way through the library waiting list.

Go check out Chet and Bernie, I don’t think you will be disappointed, especially if you are a dog lover.

Gina

Writing 101, Day Ten (June 13): Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!

Writing 101, Day Ten: Happy (Insert Special Occasion Here)!

Today, be inspired by a favorite childhood meal. For the twist, focus on infusing the post with your unique voice — even if that makes you a little nervous.

My favorite childhood meal….my gosh, there were so many and I’m writing about them in no particular order.

The first one that comes to mind is Spaghettios with meatballs.  To this day I still enjoy them, even more so with a grilled cheese sandwich.  I can eat them cold, room temperature right out the can or warmed up on the stove.  It doesn’t matter but what DOES matter is the Spaghettios MUST have meatballs…the plain ones and the hot dog ones just taste weird.  **My mom is probably gagging right now reading this, sorry Mom**

There’s also my mom’s slumgullian.  I guess other people would call it goulash.  My mom HATES this dish but makes it for my me and Dad.  I’ve tried to make it and it just doesn’t turn out the same.  There’s noodles, ground beef, tomato paste, mexicorn and something else I can’t remember.  See?  That’s why only Mom can make it.  **Again, mom’s gag reflex kicked in reading this one too**

Mom’s crepes….ohhhhh….those are awesome too and she only makes them during Lent so that makes them extra special since there are only so many Fridays in Lent to have them for dinner.  Some are filled with cottage cheese, some with jelly..mmmmmm…..I haven’t had them in years.

I can’t pick a favorite, Mom makes a lot of really good things…lasagna, swiss steak with mashed potatoes and corn, and don’t even get me started on her baking abilities.

~Gina

Writing 101, Day Nine (June 12): Changing Moccasins — Point of View

Writing 101, Day Nine: Changing Moccasins — Point of View

For today’s assignment, write a scene at the park. Up for a twist? Write the scene from three different points of view.

I’m glad I waited on this assignment.  I couldn’t come up with anything last week but since I was at the park today, it gave me an idea.

Joyce and I took the dogs for a walk around the lake and about 3/4 of the way we stopped to take a break.  Anya, her Shepherd/Mastiff we swear there is some Beagle in there somewhere mix, never misses a chance to jump up on a picnic table.  She’s the beauty of all beauties so she sits atop the picnic table watching over everyone.

Anya

Anya

This is great, we’re on a walk, I found a picnic table, there are squirrels all over the place, I should take a giant poop to embarrass my mom.  I think I’m going to lay down since we are taking a break, yep, I’m done…for now…until we get to the car and then I’m going to get in the driver’s seat and not move.  I never did take that poop, I should have, in the street like I usually do, but instead Molly was the embarrassing pooper today, she pooped right on the boardwalk.  She can’t see where she’s pooping so it’s totally ok.  Next time I do that…yeah…oh, wait we’re going again?  Ok!

Then there’s Joyce’s other dog Max, a German Shepherd.  He’s a beautiful dog and when he sits, he sits up nice and straight and his so handsome.   He takes in everything….

Max

Max

I love walks, I love the park, I wish I had a tennis ball…or a frisbee…or a STICK….I love to play fetch…wait SQUIRREL!!  I love squirrels but my mom won’t let me chase them…ooh I have an itch, I must scratch it…I’m sorry I’m so itchy I can’t help it, I have allergies.  Molly understands, she’s itchy too but she doesn’t have as much fur as I do so it’s harder for me to scratch that itch with all the fur I have.  I too haven’t pooped, especially somewhere where it’s hard to pick up, like in the middle of a bush like I did to Pat that one day, oh man that was funny.  SQUIRREL!  Ohhhh I so just want to bolt and chase one but I won’t do that today, not here anyway…I’ll do it when I get home….let’s go.

And for Molly…

I think we overdid it today

I think we overdid it today

oh my god I’m getting to old for this, hi Max, aren’t you glad I’m not jumping in your face anymore?  I think we took too long of a walk this time, I hope my mom carries me back to the car.  There’s a lot of noises are out here and I think I’m on sensory overload and now with my nose working overtime I can smell EVERYTHING I have to stop and smell EVERYTHING but mom doesn’t like it when I do that because I do it A LOT and then when I smell something good I have to pee on it.  I’m glad we took a break, I’m enjoying sitting on my mom’s lap, the breeze and the time outside.  Max and Anya are fun to walk with.  I think Anya likes me more than Max does but I like them both equally, I wish Anya could come over for a sleepover, speaking of sleep, I’m very sleepy, holy crap I hope I can make it back to the car.  Doesn’t mom know I have to get my stamina back? Geesh…oh ok, here we go, I don’t want to jump down so I’ll wait for mom to help me…yep, there we go, safely on the ground, let’s go I’m tired.  I hope I get something good to eat when we get home I deserve it after this!

Writing 101, Day Eight (June 11): Death to Adverbs

Writing 101, Day Eight: Death to Adverbs

Go to a public location and make a detailed report of what you see. The twist of the day? Write the post without adverbs.  Today’s twist: write an adverb-free post. If you’d rather not write a new post, revisit and edit a previous one: excise your adverbs and replace them with strong, precise verbs.

When I read today’s assignment I had to try and think of what an adverb is.  I wasn’t good at grammar in high school and hated diagramming sentences.  Diagramming sentences was right up there with algebra.  Two things I STILL don’t do in my daily life.

I really indeed had to think hard about this post and what I was going to write about.  It is about 8:30pm and I had to think about where I was today besides work.  That’s right, I started the day at the eye vet, for MDog’s very last appointment EVER.  She had her cone and stitches removed which I was relieved to finally have happen end our five year long eye saga.  There wasn’t anyone at the eye vet when we arrived this morning.  I wanted the first appointment of the day so we could take care of the cone and stitches sooner rather than later.  Dr. G. took out the stitches and cleared Molly to have a happy pain free life.

dr g and molly eye care

molly post eye vet

I think she looks pretty good 2 weeks after surgery day.  I hugged Dr. G., gave her and the awesome staff some cookies I baked that morning and we left.  Before heading home I had to stop for gas and saw this…..

culvers gross flavor of the day

That‘s a really in fact is a gross flavor of the day.  I’m sure MDog would have enjoyed it but I’ll pass thank you very much.

Gina

Writing 101, Day Seven (June 10): Give and Take

Writing 101, Day Seven: Give and Take

Focus today’s post on the contrast between two things. The twist? Write the post in the form of a dialogue.

Conversation with the chiropractor today……

I walked into the chiropractor’s office this afternoon for my monthly appointment and said “hey doc, I’m sorry I had to reschedule so thank you for coming in earlier for me.”  “No problem” he said, “what are we working on today?”  “A normal adjustment……and I have a pain in my leg/hip but not quite groin area” I said while talking with my hands trying to indicate where this pain is.  “It’s kind of like, you know, where on a Barbie doll, um.”  Doc interrupted and said “no, I’m not sure; I didn’t play with those as a kid.  I laughed and tried to explain where the pain is by saying “it’s like where Barbie’s leg meets her body, that spot where you can rip her leg off….that’s where it hurts.”  He laughed and said “I have to think about that” while looking up towards the ceiling.  A few seconds later he told me what he was going to do.  “Traction” he said while nodding his head.  “Yes, traction should do just the trick”.

He did the normal adjustment to my back and neck.  Then he started in on the hip area and whatever we did caused me to say things I shouldn’t have said and won’t repeat in my blog.  I WAS the only patient in the place since they didn’t technically open for another 45 minutes so I wasn’t too embarrassed sounding like a sailor but that hurt like a mother-you-know-whater.  After my back adjustment I laid on my back and after 2 swift tugs on my left leg something in my hip popped back into place to which I responded “aaaahhh…sweet Jesus…sweet relief…ahhhh…thank you.”  “You’re welcome” says Doc.  “You’re good for today, go back to work put some ice on the hip and I’ll see you Thursday.”  “Awesome, I can do that.  Ice pack will be a cinch especially since I have Spanx on today, they will hold the ice pack in place real good.”  Doc laughed at me and sent me on my way.

Writing 101, Day Six (June 9): A Character-Building Experience

Writing 101, Day Six: A Character-Building Experience.  Today, you’ll write about the most interesting person you’ve met in 2014. In your twist, develop and shape your portrait further in a character study.

The most interesting person I’ve met this year is a man.  He isn’t the tallest guy but not the shortest either.  Maybe an inch or so shorter than me and I’m 5’6″.  He had brown/salt/pepper hair a permanent tan, devilish smile and an amazing ability to tell a story.   His name is Ed and he is from Bermuda.  Yes, the island.  He is one of many international clerks at the IIMC Conference last month who I met during a break inbetween classes.  We were all trading pins and I saw some clerks I’m friends with, stopped to say hi and saw they were speaking with a clerk from Bermuda.  When we trade pins it is a way to network and make new friends.  When I first looked at him I saw a man in a suit jacket, button down shirt, in SHORTS with socks up to his knees with dress shoes on.  I couldn’t figure out his outfit until I realized where he was from. 

I jumped in the conversation and continued to bump into Ed all week long.  We kept joking about who was stalking who.  One night one of the vendors had a dessert/drink bar at a local bar and he was there too.  He joined us at our table and told us stories about his time on the island, growing up, leaving the island to go into the service, he’s been to Germany and to some of the states.  He told us about the trouble he and his buddies would get into when they were younger.  He told us about his wife, his kids, grandkids and his house on the ocean (psshhaaaww, house on the ocean, lucky.)  He was telling us about hurricane season and told us the only “bad” one he’s been through only sucked a door off his house, no big deal.  He told us about his City, the elected officials, how he got his job, his staff which he is down a deputy and yes I asked him if he was hiring but he told us the City wasn’t going to replace the person right now.  He continued to tell us about the island, the weather, his (late) huge 120 pound dog.  He told us how he runs hot and how cold weather doesn’t bother him even through he from a tropical island.  He told us all to feel his his forearm…and we did.  He wasn’t kidding….between his warm skin and his hairy arms he could go to Alaska in December and probably not need a coat.  I’m not really sure how else to describe him.  He has an awesome personality and can hold the attention of any crowd, especially a crowd of ladies which he had that night at the bar and I think he enjoyed that, what guy wouldn’t? 

Hopefully one day I’ll get down to Bermuda and I can go visit Ed and his beautiful City at City Hall. 

Have you met anyone interesting this year?

~Gina

Writing 101, Day Five (June 6): Be Brief

Writing 101, Day Five: Be Brief

You discover a letter on a path that affects you deeply. Today, write about this encounter. And your twist? Be as succinct as possible.

The letter I found is actually a very long-grocery list.  I’m affected by this deeply because I hate grocery shopping and feel sorry for the person who has to shop for all that stuff.

Writing 101, Day Four (June 5): The Serial Killer – Part 3

A loss – Part 3.  The last 11 days have been very hard for both of us.  I suppose I too have suffered a loss throughout this.  I’ve lost some of my happiness because I’m just so sad for my dog.  I’m sad she’s had to go through off this crap.  I’m sad she’s has had to be in pain and go through surgeries and have that stupid cone on.  I’m sad she’s had to have so many eye drops and pills over the years.  I’m sad she can’t see anymore.  I’m sad she has to bump into everything  and get stuck under the kitchen table.  (Can you tell this has been a hard weekend for us?)  And I’m sad that I’m sad.  I hope Wednesday is a turning point when the cone comes off and she can find her new normal.

Writing 101, Day Four (June 5): The Serial Killer – Part 2

A loss – Part 2.  So surgery day came and went.  She came through the surgery really well and settled in at home after a little while.  It took her about a day to venture around the apartment but she did it.  She’s bumping into EVERYTHING.  Having that stupid cone on is so obnoxious but it’s protecting her face when she’s bumping off the walls or trying to get around a corner.  I feel like she’s lost some of her independence too.  I have to help her get around the apartment, get around the corners, on and off the bed and couch.  I know I have to treat her like a normal dog but it’s so hard to watch her suffer in a totally different way and it’s so much easier to just pick her up and carry her somewhere.  I hope things get easier for her when the cone comes off on Wednesday.