Puppy Love

So let’s see, no fabulous stories for the day. Just a plain old regular day. I love these.

So what’s going on with the Hixx? We got our first Peapod order on Sunday! Boodiggidy! We have food in the house! John loves to cook, but we literally have no grocery store anywhere near us. The best thing we have is a little Mexican bodega across the street, which is great for some quick pick ups, but I have a problem with them.

Everytime John gets chicken from there, I literally cannot eat it. I’m not the world’s biggest chicken fan in the first place, I know chicken is a dirty animal and more and more I find it unappetizing. Yet, I love love love chicken salad. Love it. (HELLO POTBELLYS!). And I like chicken fingers, and chicken satay…but I cannot eat the chicken from the bodega. I think even if you didn’t tell me it was from the bodega, I still could tell it was from there and wouldn’t eat it.

So..now we have Peapod. I also got some of those Skinny Cow ice cream cones and they suck it, so don’t get those.

Something is up with our pup.

Something wonderful.

He is being the kindest, cutest, sweetest dog on the planet lately. I can’t decide if it’s the accident, or if he’s just really settling into us now. He’s still a spaz, but so much less so, and it goes away so much more quickly, and in a matter of minutes, he’s got his head firmly planted in between my knees, and he stays there until I stop petting him. He lays his head in our laps, he sits with us on the sofa, he prances around the apartment like a little kid, he smiles up at us with this face that could melt the coldest of hearts. Sometimes when we walk, his little body wiggles back and forth like a canine Marilyn Monroe, and his little ears lay half down, so out…but horizontal, a look John and I have named the Yoda look. He is just too cute our dog and I’m absolutely in love with him. I tell him so many secrets, sing him so many songs, whisper all my wants to him and he looks at me with those big brown eyes and I just…man…how did we live without this dog?

I’m writing a lot during the day, I have finally reached the point where it is time to WRITE THIS EFFING BOOK! And its pretty fun, I must say. Come in, grab my tea, start writing. There is so much more I have to do that its overwhelming at times, but I just keep saying to myself, “get this thing done, and you will have so many more choices of how you want your life to go”, and that’s inspiring enough. It is absolutely one foot in front of the other and if I can just force myself to do that, I’m good to go. And, the other plus side to having so much to do for the book, is if I come in in the morning and I don’t feel like writing, there’s so much more I can do! Right?

I hate all my clothes.

Do other people hate their clothes? I always look like a “special” person in my clothes, especially my work clothes. Like some kind of weirded out, retarded hippy. Sigh.