Goodmorning to you, too.

Lilly has reached an all time low. She is so desperate for human affection in the morning that she has resorted to scaling my 6 foot bedroom window and crying for me from the outside ledge. I’m perfectly aware that she has a screw loose. Actually, it’s more likely that it’s screwed completely out and is now rattling around in her pea brain. Anyone want a cat?

Magic.

I’m not sure what it is about a sunset that makes me all week in the knees, but I can’t seem to get enough. Maybe it’s because the clouds look like cotton candy, or maybe it’s because secretly I’m as cheesy and romantic as a Daniel Steel novel. I’m not sure exactly the reason, but every time I see the sky like this I’m only moments away from scaling the nearest object that’s taller than me, opening my mouth wide, and trying to chomp away at the fiery colors simply because they look so succulent.

Proof I’m easily amused.

I’ve literally watched this video about 10 times, each time as intently focused as the last. The laughter bellows from my stomach louder and louder the more I watch it. I’m mesmerized by this little fella.

more about “Proof I’m easily amused.“, posted with vodpod

A new discovery.

By the title of this post you’re probably assuming I’m going to make some existential comment about some new self discovery found during an introspective moment. Not quite.

More or less I’m just informing you that this morning Olive made clear to me that she’s just as frantic about avocado’s as I am. I was scooping out the pit of a perfectly ripe avocado for my egg sandwich this morning when the spoon got caught and flung the gooey coated pit to the kitchen floor. Olive took notice immediately and darted in for a closer inspection of the Unidentified Flying Object. She sniffed it, then proceeded to carry it off into her bed like it was her newborn baby. I’m not sure if they can splinter, or harm a dog, so I immediately took it away and enormous sad puppy dog eyes followed me out of the room. Now I know where that expression comes from. The look on her face was one of complete sorrow, like I had just dismembered her favorite stuffed toy and gave the remains to another dog while she sat there and watched.

She is sitting and pouting as I type this. I did let her lick the bit that flung onto the wall when the pit bounced, so I figured we’re good.

Just in case you wanted to know a little more about avocado’s, I found this on Wiki: The word “avocado” comes from the Nahuatl word āhuacatl (“testicle“, a reference to the shape of the fruit).^[4] Historically avocados had a long-standing stigma as a sexual stimulant and were not purchased or consumed by any person wishing to preserve a chaste image.

So, all you avocado lovers out there…. SLUTS! ALL OF YOU!

Mea Culpa

Okay, okay. I am only admitting guilt of my absence because in recent days I have been blatantly called out for my hiatus. I guess I feel I am irrelevant now that I am jobless. You’d think it would be the other way around and life would be great, but not having a job can really wear on your self confidence. Don’t worry, I still think I’m pretty cool, but a certain feeling of insignificance is starting to creep in.

If often seems when one portion of your life drastically changes, others follow suit. I’m going to blame it on getting laid off (because I don’t want to take personal responsibility), but I’ve sort of fallen off the workout wagon. And it pains me to admit that because I’ve been a warrior when it comes to the gym. It’s only been about two weeks of inconsistency, but I decided yesterday that enough was enough, and those few sneaky pounds that are trying to work their way back onto my thighs aren’t sticking without a fight.

At 8:30 this morning I might as well have been woken up with a sucker punch right between the eyes, with how startling the alarm clock was. “What is this robotic beeping noise?” I thought to myself. OH RIIIIIIGHT, that’s an Uh-Lahrm Klok. It’s a foreign concept to me these days. I decided to wake up early today and head to the local high school for Stadiums. (For those that aren’t familiar with this form of torture, Stadiums are a form of working out in which you slavishly pull yourself up and down the bleacher stairs until you feel your heart is going to pump out of your chest.) Beside the fact that a track jogger well into his 70’s, and proudly sporting a pair of Speedo’s, approached me and asked if I was going to be needing an ambulance, I would say the Stadium exercise today was mighty successful. Definitely has me craving fitness again, and I am absolutely loving exercise underneath the clouds and sunshine.

The work out this morning definitely has me questioning how the hell I ever climbed The Stairway to Heaven when a few bleacher stairs seemed like summiting Everest.

Armed and dangerous.

credit: atheistcartoons.com

Kiva update

Since I used myself as a the Guinea Pig for the Kiva experiment, I thought it only fair to reward you with an update.

As you can see, I’ve been repaid $8.34 towards the $25 that I’ve loaned out. I was aware that the loan wouldn’t be paid back with any speed, so I was actually surprised when I received an email saying that I’d already had a portion of it payed. What I really like about the website is my list of options with what to do with the money.

Even though I’m poor, and without a job right now, I think I will wait until the loan is completely paid off and donate it to another person. I’m sure these people could use $8.34 more than I could. Does anyone know if there is a website or company out there that mimics this micro loan approach, but is helping families in the United States?

It’s funny because it’s true.

I have GOT to find one of these bumper stickers:

Why SKYPE is awesome:

Because I can take screen captures of my boyfriend during our conversations while he’s in Italy, and embarrass him and his cuteness.

Another Jesus and Mo comic…