Showing posts with label boxers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label boxers. Show all posts

Monday, March 31, 2014

March Review

Hmm... what did I do this month? I took a bunch of selfies, duh! I am that girl that takes stop light selfies, and I don't even care if you judge me.
 
 
 


 
I had Spring Break and didn't do much of anything that week. Holla! I attempted to drink a Raz-ber-Rita and a Mang-o-Rita. They are so gross it's not even funny, but I attempted. I still hearts me some Straw-ber-Rita thought, it just reminds me of college and putting vodka in my Sonic chery limeade. I still have some of that Bota Box left, which I was surprised by, then I realized I also drank bottles of wine. Yay, Spring Break!

 
 
 
I took both dogs to the vet. Why? Because dogs are stupid and have to be up to date on their shots. Oh, and Tigger has a tumor that has to get checked on the regs. Meaning, I spend hundreds of dollars for them to tell me he's still going to live. This time, I got smart and paid extra to not have to follow the boxers around to pick up the correct boxers poo, instead they totally did it for me at the vet. I don't ask how they did it, I just know that they did. Totally worth it. I do have to take the boxers seperately to the vet, because I can't handle two dogs in the waiting room by myself.
 
 
I also spent two entire days hanging out with this guy and his fabulous momma. I know I've mentioned Baby L before, but here he is right about 2 months old. He is as addicted to Scandal as me and his momma! We went out for sushi one day and then ordered pizza the next. They were the most relaxing 2 days ever!
 
 
Lastly, I saw a fox! Like, a legit fox! It ran out of my backyard and across the street in front of my car. I totally parked the car and sat there staring at it going, "that's a fucking fox. In my yard. A fucking fox is BOLD enough to be in the boxers yard?! He must want to die." The boxes are not especially friendly with unknowns in their yard, so I can only imagine what would happen if they all crossed paths. It would be like a pay-per-view WWE death match. Or look like Michael Vick's backyard.
 
 
What all did you do in March?
 
 

Monday, October 28, 2013

25 Random Questions...


I was tagged in a 25 Random Questions Post... So of course I have to answer! I love talking answering rando shit, so thanks Ellie from Little Vintage Camera for tagging me.

Do you have any pets? Yes I do, I have two boxers. Their names are Ginger and Tigger aka Ging-Pop and Tig-Tig… Queen G and TigTig Lamar. If you follow me on Instagram you will see lots of pictures of their crazy asses.
Three things that are physically close to you? My office crap. Gotta love work.

What's the weather like right now? Ummm… fucking cold. I live in Kansas, need I say more?
Do you drive? If so, have you crashed? Yes and yes. I am known for driving into houses. If you ask, I’ll totally tell.

What time did you wake up this morning? I get up between 6-6:20 every day. 6 if I am going to attempt a morning workout, 6:20 if I am getting up at my usual time (i.e. lying in bed until 6:40)
When was the last time you showered? I shower every other night. So it was prolly yesterday. I know, I’m dirty.

What was the last movie that you saw? I don’t like movies. But, I do watch the shit outta Lifetime movies, so I watched a marathon of them over the weekend.
What does your last text message say? I don’t want to say, as I was totally making fun of someone’s newborn child. The worst part is that the person I am texting is also preggo, so she is going to wonder whether I am making fun of her newborn child when she spawns it.

What is your ringtone? The t-mobile jingle. I ain’t got time to be changing that shit. That and windows phones suck and don’t do cool things.
Have you ever been to a different country? Ummm. I went on a cruise once. We stopped in Mexico, Honduras, and the Cayman Islands (do those count?). I went to Mexico again this past March. I feel like Mexico is not really another country, as it is connected to my country and everyone goes there. Is that wrong?

Do you like sushi? Fucking love it. The Mister and I eat it as often as possible. I will even eat it off Chinese buffets I heart it that much.
Where do you buy your groceries? Hy-Vee and Sam’s Club. Hy-Vee gives you cents off your gas and has amazeballs sales.

Have you ever taken any medication to help you fall asleep faster? Every night. I have two pills to choose from and generally choose the same one even though it makes me not be able to poo for 3 days.
How many siblings do you have? I have an older brother.

Do you have a desktop computer or a laptop? I have a laptop. We are wanting to buy a desktop though and I am wanting to buy a new laptop for work. Any suggestions?
How old will you be turning on your next birthday? I will be 28 on December 13th. It is a Friday this year and I was totally born on a Friday.

Do you wear contact lenses or glasses? Both.
Do you colour your hair? Whenever I get the itch to, yes. I am feeling this itch now actually. I really want dark pulled through the bottom with red and honey through the top. If anyone has a pretty picture of this SHOW ME!!!

Something you are planing to do today. Shop online. I plan to do this every day actually. Funny enough, I hardly every buy anything though.
When was the last time you cried? Ummmm… The last time The Mister and I fought. Turns out buying a house together and making extra-large life plans together (i.e. compromise) is hard.

What is your perfect pizza topping? Pepperoni all the way.
Which do you prefer, hamburger or cheeseburger? Cheeseburger with lettuce, pickle, onion, ketchup, and mustard. Yum!

Have you ever had an all-nighter? Hahaha. Yes.
What is your eye colour? They're blue!

Can you taste the difference between Pepsi and Coke? I only drink diet, but yes they do taste different.

 

Monday, September 16, 2013

Why My A$$ Hurts Today


I totally love looking like a sexy beast, but I hate, no loathe working out. I sweat like a pig and smell horrible. My hair gets all nasty and I no longer look cute. I get that is how you know you worked out and shit, but damn can a girl not maintain some semblance of pretty while working out? My face gets all sweaty, which makes my makeup run…. Making me look crazy as fuck.


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Minus the cig (although it does make him look super cool),
this is what I look like after working out.

On this note, I started C25k on Sunday. I do not run. I have never been a runner. In high school, I was the girl run/walking my mile in gym and carrying my inhaler while doing it. I was that cool. But, I have come to the realization that I cannot be dependent upon my elliptical and cannot use not having it available as an excuse to be a lazy ass. That is how I currently have a food baby growing. Not a cute look on me. So, I took Tigger on Day1 of C25k and he LOVED it. Me? I tolerated it. I wasn’t sore at all after, but today? Today, is my office day for work and my ass hurts from sitting in my chair. It’s actually more of the saddlebag area that hurts.



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I understand. I truly understand.
 
 
 
So, to all my runners out there--- What are your tips, tricks, and advice to make me hate this less?

Monday, August 5, 2013

Who Let the Dogs Out?

What do you do when you just move into your brand hew house and your dog has already made enemies with all the neighbors he has come into contact with? Last week, Tigger hops the fence to go two doors down and make friends over there. That lady very politely told me that it would be best if my dog didn't come into her yard. So, we rapidly put up Tigger's electronic fence on Thursday. This morning, while I am blissfully attempting to sleep through The Mister getting ready for work, he comes yelling at me. Me?! What did I do?! The Mister had let the dogs out while showering and was going to leave for work and I was supposed to let them in. Instead, as he is pulling out of the garage he sees the lady next door to us in her robe beating at Tigger with a spade. Apparently, her granddogs were over and Tigger went to make friends. Unfortunately, they didn't make friends and instead some Michael Vick action commenced to go down. The Mister proceeds to tell me neighbor lady is panicking and I should go talk to her. So, I put on my robe and peek outside, asking what do I say/do? We fucked up leaving the dogs out totally unsupervised in a new place. My bad. Yeah, we told you about the electric fence, but deliberately didn't mention that Tigger powers through it when he feels like it. My bad. Awww, shit. I don't forsee us getting a welcome to the neighborhood from anyone anytime soon.