I just love the sampling of keywords that come upon my blog in cyberspace. Check out the last 10 searches:
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And who would have thought that any of these would lead to me.
Friday, August 31, 2007
First Impressions
On my way to the gym today I decided to stop by my local GNC to look at some weight-gainer supplements. I've been 110lbs since high school and I've been trying in futility these past few months to get up to 120-125 in order to help foster more muscle growth. But even with all the healthy eating and extra calories, it's been like a rollercoaster of gaining 5lbs, then losing it. It's like my body has been actively rebelling against me.
Anyways, I told you that to set you up for this. While I was there, I was talking to the worker. I had never navigated this store and I had no idea where to start looking and he was showing me the various brands and giving his suggestions.
During this interaction, a guy I recognized from the gym stopped in.
He's probably mid to late 30s, maybe stretching into early 40s but I doubt it. He's a handsome guy with longer dirty blonde hair. He's got great muscle definition and size but he's not huge, it seems more of an athlete's build versus being big just to be big. And a great determination.
From what I gather of his training, I want to say he's a competitive fighter or something. He makes circuits doing standard exercises from one-legged pushups to crunches to various leg and arm machines. He then spends a lot of time with the punching bag perfecting his punches and kicks, and then works one of those large situp balls like it was a wrestling opponent. Working around it, faking grabs and maintaining balance (at least what I can discern).
His actual purpose of this uncommon training (I use "uncommon" because it really is different from any of the training I've seen everyone else, including me, doing), I have not a clue but I've often imagined myself going up and asking him.
I always rule it out though because, just like the socially anxious person I am, I worry that every other person has probably interrupted his training to ask him the same thing and by the time I get to him it's annoying and I'd have peeved him off. Or that when I come up to ask him, he'll recognize my gay-voice (if there's such a thing) and think that I'm trying to hit on him or taint his image by being seen with a gay guy.
Btw these are just the versions of scenarios that play in my head and I've never gotten anything from his personality that would indicate he would react in that way.
But as I am sitting at one of the many ab benches, I have a great view of him working that punching bag and think these thoughts.
Back to today, I'm there at the GNC and fighter-guy walks in. The worker turns to him and obviously recognizes him. They exchange a couple of words, apparently fighter-guy is waiting on something to come in and was making sure that it was a few more days. It was confirmed, and he turned to leave.
I see him leave the store, I turn my head back and then turn to look at him again on the sidewalk and I see something that surprises me. I don't know why it surprised me but it did.
He had taken the hand of a little girl (presumably his daughter) and was escorting her across the parking lot. In the real world this wouldn't have seemed so odd, but only seeing him within the confines of the gym had biased my image.
I don't know why this revelation was so surprising. Is it because I saw him as strictly an athlete/fighter/wrestler and that having a family and playing father was out-of-character for the image I wanted him to have?
Will this make him seem more approachable to me now that i've seen a presumably softer side? I still am very curious as to why he trains so hard.
I doubt the last will ever happen, but it at least gives me more depth as to the person he is. Being a family man tells me that he has others to support and probably has a day job as well. Keeping himself in shape, trained, partaking in whatever he trains for, and still keeping a family together is hard work. And if my assumptions are right, he accomplishes it with a smile on his face.
It really shows that you need to constantly evaluate your views on people you may or may not know because you could be lacking in some critical information. Judging people on limited information could possibly hinder getting to know people for who they really are versus the image you've put together in your head.
Do we really have the people around us figured out? Or are we just telling ourselves that?
As I left the gym later today (earlier than my usual routine considering I was off today), I was pulling out of the parking lot and noticed him with his gym bag walking toward the entrance to start his training. It made me wish I had waited till later to work out.
Anyways, I told you that to set you up for this. While I was there, I was talking to the worker. I had never navigated this store and I had no idea where to start looking and he was showing me the various brands and giving his suggestions.
During this interaction, a guy I recognized from the gym stopped in.
He's probably mid to late 30s, maybe stretching into early 40s but I doubt it. He's a handsome guy with longer dirty blonde hair. He's got great muscle definition and size but he's not huge, it seems more of an athlete's build versus being big just to be big. And a great determination.
From what I gather of his training, I want to say he's a competitive fighter or something. He makes circuits doing standard exercises from one-legged pushups to crunches to various leg and arm machines. He then spends a lot of time with the punching bag perfecting his punches and kicks, and then works one of those large situp balls like it was a wrestling opponent. Working around it, faking grabs and maintaining balance (at least what I can discern).
His actual purpose of this uncommon training (I use "uncommon" because it really is different from any of the training I've seen everyone else, including me, doing), I have not a clue but I've often imagined myself going up and asking him.
I always rule it out though because, just like the socially anxious person I am, I worry that every other person has probably interrupted his training to ask him the same thing and by the time I get to him it's annoying and I'd have peeved him off. Or that when I come up to ask him, he'll recognize my gay-voice (if there's such a thing) and think that I'm trying to hit on him or taint his image by being seen with a gay guy.
Btw these are just the versions of scenarios that play in my head and I've never gotten anything from his personality that would indicate he would react in that way.
But as I am sitting at one of the many ab benches, I have a great view of him working that punching bag and think these thoughts.
Back to today, I'm there at the GNC and fighter-guy walks in. The worker turns to him and obviously recognizes him. They exchange a couple of words, apparently fighter-guy is waiting on something to come in and was making sure that it was a few more days. It was confirmed, and he turned to leave.
I see him leave the store, I turn my head back and then turn to look at him again on the sidewalk and I see something that surprises me. I don't know why it surprised me but it did.
He had taken the hand of a little girl (presumably his daughter) and was escorting her across the parking lot. In the real world this wouldn't have seemed so odd, but only seeing him within the confines of the gym had biased my image.
I don't know why this revelation was so surprising. Is it because I saw him as strictly an athlete/fighter/wrestler and that having a family and playing father was out-of-character for the image I wanted him to have?
Will this make him seem more approachable to me now that i've seen a presumably softer side? I still am very curious as to why he trains so hard.
I doubt the last will ever happen, but it at least gives me more depth as to the person he is. Being a family man tells me that he has others to support and probably has a day job as well. Keeping himself in shape, trained, partaking in whatever he trains for, and still keeping a family together is hard work. And if my assumptions are right, he accomplishes it with a smile on his face.
It really shows that you need to constantly evaluate your views on people you may or may not know because you could be lacking in some critical information. Judging people on limited information could possibly hinder getting to know people for who they really are versus the image you've put together in your head.
Do we really have the people around us figured out? Or are we just telling ourselves that?
As I left the gym later today (earlier than my usual routine considering I was off today), I was pulling out of the parking lot and noticed him with his gym bag walking toward the entrance to start his training. It made me wish I had waited till later to work out.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
"Land of Confusion"
I have to thank one of my co-workers in part for this post because a conversation we had really inspired it.
It was our last shipment day of the week today, and there were a number of us in the backroom getting items ready to head out onto the floor. We had the radio on the local top40 station and during the lunch hours they play 80s music.
Genesis' "Land of Confusion" came on and my co-worker Andrea began discussing the song. It came out in 1986, so that made me 8 years old when the video was released. I guess that means I caught the video on MTV at some later time because I just can't see myself watching and retaining the experience for that long.
But I remember watching the video and it scared the crap out of me. Not in a boo/horror flick kind of way, but more of a "what-the-hell/nightmare-after-too-much-to-eat" way. The imagery just stuck in my head for years.
I remember the scariest part for me was the Ronald Reagan puppet thing. The ratty hair, wrinkled creases and that image of him coming up out of the water scared me to no end.
Andrea said the creepiest part for her was this little rat thing that showed up during the video. Viewing it again after all these years I found the rat she was talking about was during the "stone-age" scene. But the conversation turned into this big, drawn out thing with us trying to remember what exactly it was that made us feel that way.
Watching it another time really showed me I had reason to feel creeped out. Even today, the video sends chills up my spine. Maybe some of the new thrill/horror directors should take some notes.
Here it is , and be warned. *shivers in malcontent*
It was our last shipment day of the week today, and there were a number of us in the backroom getting items ready to head out onto the floor. We had the radio on the local top40 station and during the lunch hours they play 80s music.
Genesis' "Land of Confusion" came on and my co-worker Andrea began discussing the song. It came out in 1986, so that made me 8 years old when the video was released. I guess that means I caught the video on MTV at some later time because I just can't see myself watching and retaining the experience for that long.
But I remember watching the video and it scared the crap out of me. Not in a boo/horror flick kind of way, but more of a "what-the-hell/nightmare-after-too-much-to-eat" way. The imagery just stuck in my head for years.
I remember the scariest part for me was the Ronald Reagan puppet thing. The ratty hair, wrinkled creases and that image of him coming up out of the water scared me to no end.
Andrea said the creepiest part for her was this little rat thing that showed up during the video. Viewing it again after all these years I found the rat she was talking about was during the "stone-age" scene. But the conversation turned into this big, drawn out thing with us trying to remember what exactly it was that made us feel that way.
Watching it another time really showed me I had reason to feel creeped out. Even today, the video sends chills up my spine. Maybe some of the new thrill/horror directors should take some notes.
Here it is , and be warned. *shivers in malcontent*
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
A Day of Rest
Today was a good day. I haven't had this much "self-pleasure" in a long time and it felt good. TJ was very happy that I was finally spending time at home on an off-day versus having some kind of plans.
This is her during our first walk of the morning. She was so excited. Jumping around maniacally with that crazy-eyed look she gets when she's super-excited. Just fills this warm spot in my heart.
I ended up having the best sleep I've had in a while, getting up at about 10:30 or so. Then had breakfast and messed around on the computer in our bedroom while the roomie was putting her boys through home-schooling in the living area (where my comp setup is).
I think I've mentioned before, the beau has McAfee setup on our bedroom computer and somehow someway it makes accessing Blogger and Google Reader pretty much unaccessible. Has something to do with cookies but I have limited knowledge of comps in that sense and the beau has no clue as to how to fix it so I can access them on it.
I tried the google troubleshooting suggestions but they didn't work. At the logins for them both, they just keep rebooting on a never-ending cycle. If anyone has any tips as to how to fix it let me know, or give me a shout at my email.
So, I didn't to catch up on very many blog posts, as sitting in the same room as her trying to teach her two spoiled boys gets me frustrated at times. So many things I'd like to change with how they're being raised but it's not my choice in the matter.
I was needing to go grocery shopping anyway, so I decide that since it's my day off I should get out and enjoy myself.
One thing I had really wanted to do was head out to my favorite second-hand store and see what treasures I could find. I ended up picking up three new shirts. A cute vintage raglan, a lightweight hollister striped polo, and this sweet little number. Yes, I'm a stereotypical gay boy when it comes to clothes...I may not get to do it much, but it's soooo nice.
I saw it on the rack and my first thought was....okay. I'm usually not much for vnecks because I'm so small that they tend make me look like a boy wearing their dad's clothes. I decided to try it on anyway and I thought it was just so fricken cute. Very 70s with the fuzzy collar and striping. I also ended up picking up a tshirt at American Eagle in the mall.
I haven't been out shopping in ages and I love these times to myself, very calming for me. Alot of friends I talk to just can't seem to get out and do things without someone else. One co-worker commented that she feels awkward and like everything feels there's something wrong with her if she's eating out or doing things alone.
It's completely different for me. When I get out and have a quiet lunch to myself, spend an afternoon shopping or checking out guys at the mall... I consider it a personal "me time" and it really rebuilds my mental processes and fortitude. It's like all my tensions release during that time. It was nice.
Btw if anyone does any shopping at Guess, let me know how you can afford it. They have some cute stuff, but man I never knew they were THAT expensive.
To finish off an otherwise perfect day, the beau and I decided to take advantage of a couple of free movie tickets I won during a promotional event at work.
We went to the cinema at the mall and decided to eat dinner there. I was a bad, bad boy and fell prey to the smell coming from the steakery-hoagie place. I ended up getting a grilled buffalo-chicken sub with cheese/bacon fries (with ranch). Just typing it makes me immensely guilty but omigosh, if I cheat on my diet, let it always taste like this meal did. It was godly. A sweet nectar of goodness. I probably had about a full days worth of calories in that mess but it was my day and by gosh it was darn good!
By unanimous vote (and by unanimous, I mean me), we decided to see Hairspray.
Omigosh, it was so good! There wasn't a dead moment in the movie. My eyes were opened so wide as every shot had so much to see and take in. Each member of the ensemble pulled their own weight and took hold of every scene they were in, making it the best it could be.
I'm NOT a Travolta fan at all but he did really well with the part of Edna Turnblad. Nikki Blonsky was fun and charismatic as Tracy. James Marsden surprised me with how much I enjoyed him playing Corny Collins. Amanda Bynes was brilliantly clueless as Penny. Zac Efron was adorable as always and gave me a go at his honesty, lucky girl geting to kiss him at the end. Queen Latifah was effortlessly flawless. Just wow. This is a definite see in the theatre and own at home (along with the original of course).
VERY good day for me and much needed. Turned out a lot better than I had planned.
Too bad the laundry had to suffer, but hey it's either it or me. Night all :D
This is her during our first walk of the morning. She was so excited. Jumping around maniacally with that crazy-eyed look she gets when she's super-excited. Just fills this warm spot in my heart.
I ended up having the best sleep I've had in a while, getting up at about 10:30 or so. Then had breakfast and messed around on the computer in our bedroom while the roomie was putting her boys through home-schooling in the living area (where my comp setup is).
I think I've mentioned before, the beau has McAfee setup on our bedroom computer and somehow someway it makes accessing Blogger and Google Reader pretty much unaccessible. Has something to do with cookies but I have limited knowledge of comps in that sense and the beau has no clue as to how to fix it so I can access them on it.
I tried the google troubleshooting suggestions but they didn't work. At the logins for them both, they just keep rebooting on a never-ending cycle. If anyone has any tips as to how to fix it let me know, or give me a shout at my email.
So, I didn't to catch up on very many blog posts, as sitting in the same room as her trying to teach her two spoiled boys gets me frustrated at times. So many things I'd like to change with how they're being raised but it's not my choice in the matter.
I was needing to go grocery shopping anyway, so I decide that since it's my day off I should get out and enjoy myself.
One thing I had really wanted to do was head out to my favorite second-hand store and see what treasures I could find. I ended up picking up three new shirts. A cute vintage raglan, a lightweight hollister striped polo, and this sweet little number. Yes, I'm a stereotypical gay boy when it comes to clothes...I may not get to do it much, but it's soooo nice.
I saw it on the rack and my first thought was....okay. I'm usually not much for vnecks because I'm so small that they tend make me look like a boy wearing their dad's clothes. I decided to try it on anyway and I thought it was just so fricken cute. Very 70s with the fuzzy collar and striping. I also ended up picking up a tshirt at American Eagle in the mall.
I haven't been out shopping in ages and I love these times to myself, very calming for me. Alot of friends I talk to just can't seem to get out and do things without someone else. One co-worker commented that she feels awkward and like everything feels there's something wrong with her if she's eating out or doing things alone.
It's completely different for me. When I get out and have a quiet lunch to myself, spend an afternoon shopping or checking out guys at the mall... I consider it a personal "me time" and it really rebuilds my mental processes and fortitude. It's like all my tensions release during that time. It was nice.
Btw if anyone does any shopping at Guess, let me know how you can afford it. They have some cute stuff, but man I never knew they were THAT expensive.
To finish off an otherwise perfect day, the beau and I decided to take advantage of a couple of free movie tickets I won during a promotional event at work.
We went to the cinema at the mall and decided to eat dinner there. I was a bad, bad boy and fell prey to the smell coming from the steakery-hoagie place. I ended up getting a grilled buffalo-chicken sub with cheese/bacon fries (with ranch). Just typing it makes me immensely guilty but omigosh, if I cheat on my diet, let it always taste like this meal did. It was godly. A sweet nectar of goodness. I probably had about a full days worth of calories in that mess but it was my day and by gosh it was darn good!
By unanimous vote (and by unanimous, I mean me), we decided to see Hairspray.
Omigosh, it was so good! There wasn't a dead moment in the movie. My eyes were opened so wide as every shot had so much to see and take in. Each member of the ensemble pulled their own weight and took hold of every scene they were in, making it the best it could be.
I'm NOT a Travolta fan at all but he did really well with the part of Edna Turnblad. Nikki Blonsky was fun and charismatic as Tracy. James Marsden surprised me with how much I enjoyed him playing Corny Collins. Amanda Bynes was brilliantly clueless as Penny. Zac Efron was adorable as always and gave me a go at his honesty, lucky girl geting to kiss him at the end. Queen Latifah was effortlessly flawless. Just wow. This is a definite see in the theatre and own at home (along with the original of course).
VERY good day for me and much needed. Turned out a lot better than I had planned.
Too bad the laundry had to suffer, but hey it's either it or me. Night all :D
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
So tired...
Wow. I am so tired and ready for my day off tomorrow.
I've worked myself these last few days with the new store I helped put together on Saturday and Sunday, taking on a large women's move on Monday and followed that up with a large men's move today.
Not to mention my hard workouts these first two days.
When I came home, I plopped down on the couch and all I wanted to do was relax. I hadn't turned on my tv or utilized my tivo in what seemed like weeks and so I watch a couple of "Biggest Loser" repeats and that made me happy.
I felt bad for the beau because all I wanted to do was disconnect and enjoy some "me" time. He's been making some great progress since the myriad of past instances I've wrote about, and I'm so very proud of him.
I'm a worrier by nature, and I constantly think that when I'm in "me" mode he'll perceive it as pushing him away. He doesn't think that, but it lingers in my head.
Its that kind of thought process that I believe keeps me from moving on with alot of my plans and conversations. The fear of misrepresenting myself. Sometimes I think I care too much about what others think of me.
I'm falling asleep here at the keyboard. Tomorrow's going to be nice. Catching up on blogs, sleep, and I may just watch my newest Netflix movie, "Pizza."
Have a good night all. I really appreciate everyone who reads the blog! And another big thanks to those who leave comments! Comments make me happy ^^
I've worked myself these last few days with the new store I helped put together on Saturday and Sunday, taking on a large women's move on Monday and followed that up with a large men's move today.
Not to mention my hard workouts these first two days.
When I came home, I plopped down on the couch and all I wanted to do was relax. I hadn't turned on my tv or utilized my tivo in what seemed like weeks and so I watch a couple of "Biggest Loser" repeats and that made me happy.
I felt bad for the beau because all I wanted to do was disconnect and enjoy some "me" time. He's been making some great progress since the myriad of past instances I've wrote about, and I'm so very proud of him.
I'm a worrier by nature, and I constantly think that when I'm in "me" mode he'll perceive it as pushing him away. He doesn't think that, but it lingers in my head.
Its that kind of thought process that I believe keeps me from moving on with alot of my plans and conversations. The fear of misrepresenting myself. Sometimes I think I care too much about what others think of me.
I'm falling asleep here at the keyboard. Tomorrow's going to be nice. Catching up on blogs, sleep, and I may just watch my newest Netflix movie, "Pizza."
Have a good night all. I really appreciate everyone who reads the blog! And another big thanks to those who leave comments! Comments make me happy ^^
Monday, August 27, 2007
America's Junk Food Obsession has come to this...
Well the fated day I have been dreading has finally come upon us.
Coming into work today, I printed out my "picks" (the forms sent to us by the distribution center letting us know what merchandise, for the most part, to expect) for today's shipment. I cringe every year I come across this time and as my eyes scanned the Baby Pick...I saw it...
skunk...mermaid...pirate...dragon...poodle??
It's Halloween product...and not just any product...the baby costumes. Gah! ><
And the sickenly cute, but most "what the heck were they thinking?" costume is...
A Hot Dog...? Really, the costumes are extraordinarily cute, but I am so glad my parents never put me in something like this to later show the world.
Wow...falling...prey...to the...cuteness...
Coming into work today, I printed out my "picks" (the forms sent to us by the distribution center letting us know what merchandise, for the most part, to expect) for today's shipment. I cringe every year I come across this time and as my eyes scanned the Baby Pick...I saw it...
skunk...mermaid...pirate...dragon...poodle??
It's Halloween product...and not just any product...the baby costumes. Gah! ><
And the sickenly cute, but most "what the heck were they thinking?" costume is...
A Hot Dog...? Really, the costumes are extraordinarily cute, but I am so glad my parents never put me in something like this to later show the world.
Wow...falling...prey...to the...cuteness...
Saturday, August 25, 2007
From the ground up
This weekend has been a busy one. I worked both Saturday and Sunday not at my own store, but at a brand new one that is opening in nearby Maryville. Above is a photo of the front entrance...not a great one, but one for me to remember.
In front were 4 to 6 huge dumpsters that were systematicly taken away and emptied throughout the days. 4 of them were mainly for all the cardboard boxes that held all the clothing and accessories we were to setup these next few days.
We took in the trucks, not through the back loading dock per usual, but through either set of double doors you see. We had 2 large semis full of merchandise yesterday and another today containing around 60,000 units: 40k yesterday and another 20k today.
I think I worked off about 5lbs both days making laps around the store, delivering the boxes to their respective departments. By the time both trucks were finished unloading I was already exhausted, but the fun stuff was just beginning.
When our product gets delivered to us, the items are contained in two distinct types of boxes. I call them "bulk" and "mixed" boxes. "Bulk" boxes carry only one type of item. These are usually the new items for the store, whether it be a new style of sweater, swim trunks, underwear, whatever. "Mixed" boxes primarily carry replenishment, additional units of merchandise that have been sold and are currently still carried in-store. They usually have numerous types of merchandise in them, which means quite a bit of sorting has to happen to bring all the similar pieces together.
You'd think it would be easier for the DC to put all similar items in the same box considering those items probably lived in the same area at the distribution center (just making a common sense assumption), but somehow one piece of numerous items seems to make more sense. Go figure.
You'd also think that considering the store has 0 pieces of merchandise within it's walls that we'd have the luxury of having "bulk" boxes of the similar items, considering all the product would be "new".
Boy, was I wrong. 99% of them were "mixed" boxes, which meant each department had to sort every single item of those 60k units. Fun times.
It wasn't really all that bad considering we were starting from a clean slate so to speak. It just felt like the DC took the opportunity to unload a lot of extra units on us versus setting aside bulk-wrapped units....and it took a lot of time, LOTS of time.
I was slated to help setup the boys department but yesterday's truck only had about 6 boxes worth of stuff for us and so after quickly dealing with those units, I went to help with girls. All I have to say about that department was wow.
There wasn't a whole lot of leadership going on in this area by the "department leader". If it weren't for her little nametag with the stars I probably wouldn't have known. If I had known more about how she had set up the department... I would've jumped in and taken charge. But a lack of knowledge of the surroundings and product coming in (girls is not one of my departments), made me hold back on the overall picture and take charge of the sorting process.
Most of the crew were brand new to the store/brand, as most (minus management and key staff) were hired and trained only weeks before. So that means many were still hesitant at digging in and taking initiative. Once I sat and got a process going, many saw what I was doing and followed suit. Some more quickly than others, but that's granted.
Today I to work in my slated department (boy's) considering most of it's product came in on this truck. At my store, I care for and set 4 of our 6 departments with boys being one of them. So it and the product felt like an old friend. Except this friend was much bigger than mine, about which I was very jealous. The shop came together very quickly considering there was only two of us working within it.
The whole experience was exhausting, but well worth it. I had a fun time.
There's still much to finish before their opening on Thursday though. I return to my store tomorrow, as our regular shipment days begin again.
It's a fond feeling taking something that started out empty and making a whole experience out of it. I can sit back and remember that i was there and made an impact on it's beginning and future (considering I also trained a number of their folks to do the jobs I perform at mine as well). I also got to meet a number of new faces and found it all very cathartic.
Definitely a time I will remember for a long while.
Friday, August 24, 2007
Odd Dream
I had a really lucid dream this morning and it has kind of freaked me. It reminds me of a weird student film that you'd see at an amateur film-maker's show.
I have no idea what I was supposed to be doing in the dream. All I remember is I was tapping each one of my teeth and when I felt a loose one (and I'm talking loose, as in I actually felt how loose it was sitting in my mouth), it would wobble and I would take it out with very little effort or pause. Then I'd continue poking until I found another and do the same.
It has plagued me all day and has sent me into a kind of worry about how well I take care of them.
But since our minds work in subjective terms it could very well mean something else. Maybe telling me that instead of living with these rotten/bad parts, to get rid of things that are bad in my life. Each bad tooth I pulled may represent something in my life that I need to deal with and expel.
Crazy crazy dream though. So very lucid.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
It's the Little Things
I had an experience today that reminded me of a post from Debriefing the Boys. I tried looking for the link but sadly couldn't come up with it.
It dealt with sharing the same urinal wall as a guy you're interested in and the different sounds their flow can make. He thought that a guy with a nice strong flow, and whom wasn't shy about hitting the water was more attractive than those who try to hide the fact that they're urinating.
Anyways, I had just finished my workout at the gym and stopped by the restroom to relieve myself.
A number of months ago I had switched gyms partly because of the vicinity to home and partly because there was this manager guy who was obnoxious about trying to get me to buy training days even though I told him there was no way I could make that kind of investment.
Well, there was this trainer who also worked at my prior gym who was pretty hot. Not really my type but very nice to look at considering the lack of eye candy the place seemed to have (you'd think there would be more considering it's a gym).
Back to the point, I'd noticed this trainer had started working at my current gym a few weeks ago.
So there I am standing at the urinal finishing my business and who should decide to make use of the stall next to me...trainer cutie!
I, of course, take a deep breath and concentrate on the wall in front of me as I do every time I feel the urge. Not wanting him to think I'd want to see what he was packing, when the truth is that it's really what I wanted to do.
So his flow starts and it reminds of that post I mentioned earlier. It was a nice strong flow and he wasn't shy about it hitting the pool of water below. So now I've got this image of him being this nice, strong, fit male. Unabashed by what others think of him and holding his own. A very nice image for me in those brief seconds.
And then he farts...and it warps that whole previous image into the old guy I passed in the supermarket the other day, who let one fly in the juice aisle and thought nothing of it.
Fantasy shattered, I turn my heel and head into the changing room to grab my bag to head home. It's funny how little things like that can totally change your perspective of someone.
From now on he will always be connected with that fart. I will think of funny rhyming nicknames as he passes, and smell imaginary stinks when he wanders my way.
Makes me wonder what kind of things, unknown to myself, people equate me. Maybe in the case of trainer boy, it's better that I don't know.
It dealt with sharing the same urinal wall as a guy you're interested in and the different sounds their flow can make. He thought that a guy with a nice strong flow, and whom wasn't shy about hitting the water was more attractive than those who try to hide the fact that they're urinating.
Anyways, I had just finished my workout at the gym and stopped by the restroom to relieve myself.
A number of months ago I had switched gyms partly because of the vicinity to home and partly because there was this manager guy who was obnoxious about trying to get me to buy training days even though I told him there was no way I could make that kind of investment.
Well, there was this trainer who also worked at my prior gym who was pretty hot. Not really my type but very nice to look at considering the lack of eye candy the place seemed to have (you'd think there would be more considering it's a gym).
Back to the point, I'd noticed this trainer had started working at my current gym a few weeks ago.
So there I am standing at the urinal finishing my business and who should decide to make use of the stall next to me...trainer cutie!
I, of course, take a deep breath and concentrate on the wall in front of me as I do every time I feel the urge. Not wanting him to think I'd want to see what he was packing, when the truth is that it's really what I wanted to do.
So his flow starts and it reminds of that post I mentioned earlier. It was a nice strong flow and he wasn't shy about it hitting the pool of water below. So now I've got this image of him being this nice, strong, fit male. Unabashed by what others think of him and holding his own. A very nice image for me in those brief seconds.
And then he farts...and it warps that whole previous image into the old guy I passed in the supermarket the other day, who let one fly in the juice aisle and thought nothing of it.
Fantasy shattered, I turn my heel and head into the changing room to grab my bag to head home. It's funny how little things like that can totally change your perspective of someone.
From now on he will always be connected with that fart. I will think of funny rhyming nicknames as he passes, and smell imaginary stinks when he wanders my way.
Makes me wonder what kind of things, unknown to myself, people equate me. Maybe in the case of trainer boy, it's better that I don't know.
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The Update
This post has been a long time coming and it's mainly because I have a personal boundary when writing about my relationship. I feel I can't be honest in my writing if the beau is in the same room. And since Thursday of last week it has been really difficult finding a spare moment to sit down and put my thoughts down due to the altercations and events that happened here at home.
This past week has been totally crazy and really earth-shattering in terms of our relationship to each other. It kind of all started breaking down last Thursday night. The roomie was out of town and her boys were with their grandparents.
We had just finished watching the "So You Think You Can Dance" finale and started settling into our own individual exploiots to finish off the night. I think I was beginning to catch up on blog posts I had missed or something. The beau began watching whatever it is he watches. He had a bit to drink that night but seemed fine.
At this point in time, I really don't remember the conversation that had begun but it soon erupted with the beau in an upright stalwart position tearing me down. He was literally yelling at me with anger in his face and I have no clue as to why it had occured.
For the first time in our time together, I wasn't able to keep my cool and snapped. I'm not proud of it but I got up and told him that I wasn't going to be yelled at anymore. I don't deserve that kind of treatment and it will not happen again.
This really sent a reality check to his now obviously intoxicated mind that I was serious about this and he broke down and saw himself, truthfully, for the first time.
We had a long disussion that night about our future and it revolved around me finally making my decision to break things off, and how he believes he's destroyed our relationship with many of the decisions he's layed upon our lives. Ranging from the debt we've amounted with the two vehicles he financed, to moving into this new place with a single mother and two boys where we have to feel like we need to censor ourselves. It is an odd coincidence than many of our major problems lately have occured after our move to this new place. Maybe there's just a bad vibe to the place.
In the end he decides that he's gonna go back to his mother's at some point in the next week and relieve all ties to me in the legal sense. Since he's also covered on my work insurance, he tells me that he doesn't want to use it for the surgery. I'm adamant about him still doing it but he still stubbornly declines.
The next few days we kind of tip-toe around each other. Exchanging niceities and glances toward one another but not really "saying" anything. I was trying to figure out a gameplan for myself and he trying to gather sympathy it seemed.
Fast forward to Sunday. I work until 6pm that night and I had a rather rough night at that. Pricekilling 4 clearance areas and then resorting them all into one area is a lot of work.
I come home and find the roomie, her boys, and the beau watching a movie. Appropriately it was "Godzilla."
I do my usual routine of calming the puppy down (she's ecstatic as soon as I walk in the door, excitedly jumping around my legs and heels), and making a trip to the bedroom to unload my bag and my pockets so I can begin my unwinding process from the workday.
The beau joins me in the room and he is totally sloshed. I mean droopy-eyed sloshed. Apparently this is the night where he decided to really roll over the breakup, what it would mean, and how to do it...while taking in excess amounts of gin.
While I was folding down the laundry I had set to dry before work, he begins to roll out all these scenarios he's worked up in his head. He didn't want me to carry the burden of the breakup. He wanted me to be the "good guy" and him the "bad guy". He would "disappear" on me sometime in the near future to his mother's and wanted to make sure that I would represent that it was all his fault.
The rest of the night ended up with much of this same back and forth. I just really sat back and let him talk because he was in such a state where if I gave any indication of disagreement it would cause an argument I didn't want to have.
There was a confusing block of time where he'd want me in the room with him, then not, and then again. Again, he was really sloshed so take this into consideration. During all this, he decides to close the door using the end of one of his crutches and loses balance. He topples to the ground, hitting his nose on the door and breaking a picture en route with his elbow. It was conveniently sitting beside the door and now shards of glass were scattered around him.
He lay there sobbing for what seemed like forever. The Looney Tunes framed poster staring at him, now naked with only it's image to protect. The glass never penetrated his skin but sill surrounded him like a strange accent piece.
The move was finally made to the side of the bed. He stayed propped there and continued on about how he would like our relationship to finish. He didn't want it but was working on what I expressed. He quoted a number of times a line I posted a while back..."You love me, but you don't like me." And it was true. I didn't like the person he had become and you all know that from past posts.
Thankfully, I finally got him into bed and asleep/passed-out.
What seems totally crazy is that with all the talking he did during these two nights, the next day he doesn't remember much if any of what went on. Crazy.
I explain and we continue to tip-toe around each other. I'm pretty much living daily at this point with the thought we have broken up and he's gonna disappear on me at some point. Which I was ready to deal with when it happened.
After all this, I need to explain things to him again and he blames his vocalizations on his drinking. That it's not what he really feels and he wants this to work out.
Update to today.
His back surgery was today and he came out new and improved. He can walk again without crutches and it's a great sight. He's quit smoking and vowed to not drink again.
We had a discussion concerning our future once again when we got home. He thanks me whole-heartedly for everything I've done for us and for him. He then makes an offer to become better for me and to reconsider my thinking.
Since he's made his stride in getting his operation finished, and quitting smoking...I decide to give him an indefinite "probationary" period. He's gonna work on the issues.
Quitting his drinking, controlling his temper and dealing with at-home responsibilities.
I warned him that my switch has still mentally turned to the "off switch" and it may not be that easy to win me back on us as a couple. We're gonna give it a try again, this time on more of a loose, open-ended basis. Because that's what I need.
If giving up the alcohol will bring the old beau back I'm all for it. but I let him know, it is still a probationary period and I still have the right to play my card.
My heart wants it to believe the subtraction of the drink will improve ourselves but I somehow doubt it will.
Until then I'll be supportive but living my own separate life regardless.
I need a vacation and some time off. I think i'll take it soon. Wish me luck, it's been a rough week.
Relationship status - Teetering
This past week has been totally crazy and really earth-shattering in terms of our relationship to each other. It kind of all started breaking down last Thursday night. The roomie was out of town and her boys were with their grandparents.
We had just finished watching the "So You Think You Can Dance" finale and started settling into our own individual exploiots to finish off the night. I think I was beginning to catch up on blog posts I had missed or something. The beau began watching whatever it is he watches. He had a bit to drink that night but seemed fine.
At this point in time, I really don't remember the conversation that had begun but it soon erupted with the beau in an upright stalwart position tearing me down. He was literally yelling at me with anger in his face and I have no clue as to why it had occured.
For the first time in our time together, I wasn't able to keep my cool and snapped. I'm not proud of it but I got up and told him that I wasn't going to be yelled at anymore. I don't deserve that kind of treatment and it will not happen again.
This really sent a reality check to his now obviously intoxicated mind that I was serious about this and he broke down and saw himself, truthfully, for the first time.
We had a long disussion that night about our future and it revolved around me finally making my decision to break things off, and how he believes he's destroyed our relationship with many of the decisions he's layed upon our lives. Ranging from the debt we've amounted with the two vehicles he financed, to moving into this new place with a single mother and two boys where we have to feel like we need to censor ourselves. It is an odd coincidence than many of our major problems lately have occured after our move to this new place. Maybe there's just a bad vibe to the place.
In the end he decides that he's gonna go back to his mother's at some point in the next week and relieve all ties to me in the legal sense. Since he's also covered on my work insurance, he tells me that he doesn't want to use it for the surgery. I'm adamant about him still doing it but he still stubbornly declines.
The next few days we kind of tip-toe around each other. Exchanging niceities and glances toward one another but not really "saying" anything. I was trying to figure out a gameplan for myself and he trying to gather sympathy it seemed.
Fast forward to Sunday. I work until 6pm that night and I had a rather rough night at that. Pricekilling 4 clearance areas and then resorting them all into one area is a lot of work.
I come home and find the roomie, her boys, and the beau watching a movie. Appropriately it was "Godzilla."
I do my usual routine of calming the puppy down (she's ecstatic as soon as I walk in the door, excitedly jumping around my legs and heels), and making a trip to the bedroom to unload my bag and my pockets so I can begin my unwinding process from the workday.
The beau joins me in the room and he is totally sloshed. I mean droopy-eyed sloshed. Apparently this is the night where he decided to really roll over the breakup, what it would mean, and how to do it...while taking in excess amounts of gin.
While I was folding down the laundry I had set to dry before work, he begins to roll out all these scenarios he's worked up in his head. He didn't want me to carry the burden of the breakup. He wanted me to be the "good guy" and him the "bad guy". He would "disappear" on me sometime in the near future to his mother's and wanted to make sure that I would represent that it was all his fault.
The rest of the night ended up with much of this same back and forth. I just really sat back and let him talk because he was in such a state where if I gave any indication of disagreement it would cause an argument I didn't want to have.
There was a confusing block of time where he'd want me in the room with him, then not, and then again. Again, he was really sloshed so take this into consideration. During all this, he decides to close the door using the end of one of his crutches and loses balance. He topples to the ground, hitting his nose on the door and breaking a picture en route with his elbow. It was conveniently sitting beside the door and now shards of glass were scattered around him.
He lay there sobbing for what seemed like forever. The Looney Tunes framed poster staring at him, now naked with only it's image to protect. The glass never penetrated his skin but sill surrounded him like a strange accent piece.
The move was finally made to the side of the bed. He stayed propped there and continued on about how he would like our relationship to finish. He didn't want it but was working on what I expressed. He quoted a number of times a line I posted a while back..."You love me, but you don't like me." And it was true. I didn't like the person he had become and you all know that from past posts.
Thankfully, I finally got him into bed and asleep/passed-out.
What seems totally crazy is that with all the talking he did during these two nights, the next day he doesn't remember much if any of what went on. Crazy.
I explain and we continue to tip-toe around each other. I'm pretty much living daily at this point with the thought we have broken up and he's gonna disappear on me at some point. Which I was ready to deal with when it happened.
After all this, I need to explain things to him again and he blames his vocalizations on his drinking. That it's not what he really feels and he wants this to work out.
Update to today.
His back surgery was today and he came out new and improved. He can walk again without crutches and it's a great sight. He's quit smoking and vowed to not drink again.
We had a discussion concerning our future once again when we got home. He thanks me whole-heartedly for everything I've done for us and for him. He then makes an offer to become better for me and to reconsider my thinking.
Since he's made his stride in getting his operation finished, and quitting smoking...I decide to give him an indefinite "probationary" period. He's gonna work on the issues.
Quitting his drinking, controlling his temper and dealing with at-home responsibilities.
I warned him that my switch has still mentally turned to the "off switch" and it may not be that easy to win me back on us as a couple. We're gonna give it a try again, this time on more of a loose, open-ended basis. Because that's what I need.
If giving up the alcohol will bring the old beau back I'm all for it. but I let him know, it is still a probationary period and I still have the right to play my card.
My heart wants it to believe the subtraction of the drink will improve ourselves but I somehow doubt it will.
Until then I'll be supportive but living my own separate life regardless.
I need a vacation and some time off. I think i'll take it soon. Wish me luck, it's been a rough week.
Relationship status - Teetering
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
SYTYCD Final Fav Video
Quite a bit late considering the finale was last Thursday, but my favorite routine of the Wednesday night performances was the pairing of Danny and Neil. Finally, with the final four performing everyone had the chance to dance with everyone else. Lacey, Sabra, Danny and Neil.
Mia Michaels put together the contemporary routine for them and oh my gosh, it was so good. Like an artistic orgasm.
Here it is, enjoy!
Also congrats to Sabra for taking the crown as "America's Favorite Dancer"!
3rd runner-up - Lacey
2nd runner-up - Neil
1st runner-up - Danny
Mia Michaels put together the contemporary routine for them and oh my gosh, it was so good. Like an artistic orgasm.
Here it is, enjoy!
Also congrats to Sabra for taking the crown as "America's Favorite Dancer"!
3rd runner-up - Lacey
2nd runner-up - Neil
1st runner-up - Danny
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Not forgotten
Just to let you all know, I haven't forgotten about you all. A LOT has happened these past few days and I will be updating as soon as I get a moment to myself.
I will say that it's finally done...over and done with. And you'll know more once I have the time to sit without interruption. I'm ecstatic and nauseous at the same time. You'll find a clue by checking the tags.
I will say that it's finally done...over and done with. And you'll know more once I have the time to sit without interruption. I'm ecstatic and nauseous at the same time. You'll find a clue by checking the tags.
Sunday, August 12, 2007
To Be or Not to Be...
I consider myself a social person, but like everyone else I like to have time to myself to help unwind.
Today was not that.
I wore myself out at work busting out our past 3 women's department shipments because of the backup getting ready for the Regional Manager's walkthrough directly AFTER Tax-Free Weekend, the weekend before school nonetheless.
I come back to two rambunctious boys who are being constantly disciplined. Which is granted, they are great boys with their mother, it's just for a couple weeks after spending the bulk time at their father's...it takes time to get them out of their "father's phase" as I'll call it. Adjusting to the changes are hard for an 8 and 9 year old. Night and day almost considering the two parents. So there is alot of emotion and personality clashes going on.
The beau I find has drank a bit before I came home. When I'm home I try to moderate him but I can't be here all the time. He seemed alright when I came home, but as the night progressed I was able to gauge his beginning time. Just one of those things partners are able to do.
Conversations between the roomie and us, I try to contain. It bothers me when he talks about stuff he doesn't know about. Here's a stupid example from tonight so that I don't get into the discussion we had about our roomie's fear her youngest could be facing an obesity problem in the future if needs aren't met early.
The stupid example from tonight was concerning "The Biggest Loser". I was watching an episode I had Tivo'd (I love the show, I even devoted a post as to why I love Bob Harper and TBL Here).
Anyways, the roomie and I were watching an episode of the special edition on my tv. The roomie makes the odd comment that she wondered if they ever gave a detailed idea of their diet while on the ranch. Before I can answer, the beau turns to her and shakes his head and says, "never."
Considering he's never actually sat and watched an episode with me. Only providing the odd glance at the tv once in a while during my viewings, I refute.
The special editions, like I've been watching lately, are only two episode editions and thus that extra info can't be including in detail. During the full-season single-competitor series you get a good glimpse at what their diet consists of at the ranch. Or at least an idealized diet in the least.
The thing is he made a definite comment on something he was unfamiliar with as fact...as did he in the conversation considering her youngest. Citing his growth as natural, and that it's nothing to worry about. The issue is he's 8 years old and 80+ lbs. Their father's whole side is "big-boned" and he's showing tendencies toward that side of the family. Me and the roomie are talking about starting to steer the youngest to start making better decisions in diet. The beau thinks that it's the rite of the child and that he'll grow out of it. Babyfat is common to carry and will disappear as he gets older.
Tis possible for his thoughts to happen, but that's all happenstance. I'm concerned considering his father's side and so is his mother.
In the end, I believe we'll still be working on getting him more active and making better food choices. It'll be hard because he's bull-headed and doesn't acclimate to change well. Wish us luck.
I know I wanted to dig my head into a pillow and disappear into my own world when I came home to the disarray. I just wanted to come home, listen to some music, post in my blogs, and go to bed. But sometimes life gives you a better mission to tackle as well. And it's all up to you to determine whether you'll help tackle it.
As far as I'm concerned, if mother is full-force then I'm gonna be there to back her up. Whether the beau feels the same or no.
FYI: The beau did later say that he may not be able to empathize very well considering he's got a great metabolism. And I will back that considering the amount of carbs the boy takes in. He lives off of potatoes. So I will give him that.
Today was not that.
I wore myself out at work busting out our past 3 women's department shipments because of the backup getting ready for the Regional Manager's walkthrough directly AFTER Tax-Free Weekend, the weekend before school nonetheless.
I come back to two rambunctious boys who are being constantly disciplined. Which is granted, they are great boys with their mother, it's just for a couple weeks after spending the bulk time at their father's...it takes time to get them out of their "father's phase" as I'll call it. Adjusting to the changes are hard for an 8 and 9 year old. Night and day almost considering the two parents. So there is alot of emotion and personality clashes going on.
The beau I find has drank a bit before I came home. When I'm home I try to moderate him but I can't be here all the time. He seemed alright when I came home, but as the night progressed I was able to gauge his beginning time. Just one of those things partners are able to do.
Conversations between the roomie and us, I try to contain. It bothers me when he talks about stuff he doesn't know about. Here's a stupid example from tonight so that I don't get into the discussion we had about our roomie's fear her youngest could be facing an obesity problem in the future if needs aren't met early.
The stupid example from tonight was concerning "The Biggest Loser". I was watching an episode I had Tivo'd (I love the show, I even devoted a post as to why I love Bob Harper and TBL Here).
Anyways, the roomie and I were watching an episode of the special edition on my tv. The roomie makes the odd comment that she wondered if they ever gave a detailed idea of their diet while on the ranch. Before I can answer, the beau turns to her and shakes his head and says, "never."
Considering he's never actually sat and watched an episode with me. Only providing the odd glance at the tv once in a while during my viewings, I refute.
The special editions, like I've been watching lately, are only two episode editions and thus that extra info can't be including in detail. During the full-season single-competitor series you get a good glimpse at what their diet consists of at the ranch. Or at least an idealized diet in the least.
The thing is he made a definite comment on something he was unfamiliar with as fact...as did he in the conversation considering her youngest. Citing his growth as natural, and that it's nothing to worry about. The issue is he's 8 years old and 80+ lbs. Their father's whole side is "big-boned" and he's showing tendencies toward that side of the family. Me and the roomie are talking about starting to steer the youngest to start making better decisions in diet. The beau thinks that it's the rite of the child and that he'll grow out of it. Babyfat is common to carry and will disappear as he gets older.
Tis possible for his thoughts to happen, but that's all happenstance. I'm concerned considering his father's side and so is his mother.
In the end, I believe we'll still be working on getting him more active and making better food choices. It'll be hard because he's bull-headed and doesn't acclimate to change well. Wish us luck.
I know I wanted to dig my head into a pillow and disappear into my own world when I came home to the disarray. I just wanted to come home, listen to some music, post in my blogs, and go to bed. But sometimes life gives you a better mission to tackle as well. And it's all up to you to determine whether you'll help tackle it.
As far as I'm concerned, if mother is full-force then I'm gonna be there to back her up. Whether the beau feels the same or no.
FYI: The beau did later say that he may not be able to empathize very well considering he's got a great metabolism. And I will back that considering the amount of carbs the boy takes in. He lives off of potatoes. So I will give him that.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Enjoy the Silence...While You Can
Last night was a fun night I have to say. I got off half a day early since I came in to work half a day on Wednesday (my off day).
The beau and I had lunch together and I had a great workout at the gym. I've also posted a new blog post and new measurements on my BodySpace Account. I'm really happy with my progress and happy that I've shocked my system with the new workout.
Came home, showered, and then Russ came home. We ended up going out to eat and I managed to talk him into eating at Chili's. He was wary but it turned out to be a really great meal. I treated myself and still managed to eat relatively clean.
After dinner we decided to run over to the theatre and catch The Order of the Phoenix for a second time. I have to say I enjoyed the movie much more this time around. I had no eager anticipations, no discouragements about changes or parts that were left out. It was so much more enjoyable for me without all the extra baggage. It really could be my favorite so far of the movies.
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I haven't mentioned this totally but my roommate has two boys who also live with us. I haven't blogged about them much because for the last two months they've been with their father in Wisconsin. Well, she left yesterday afternoon and returned this evening. The silence I enjoyed for the last two months is now officially over. *sigh*
Goodbye hot boy on my background. Goodbye photos of hot boys scrolling across my screen in screensaver mode. Hello 8 and 9 year old kid drama. Eh, it's a lot better than what I'm rambling about. They're good kids. I will miss my space and silence. But the roomie is definitely glad to have them back. She's been lonely and depressed off and on for a while. Definitely that bond between mother and child.
I've had a number of people tell me (including the beau) that I'd make a great father/parent. I'm not so sure. I've found working with and dealing with the boys that I can be incredibily selfish. I don't mind doing things for and with them, but when it starts cutting into time I consider "me" time...I start to get selfish. Maybe that's natural for all and can be something I will adapt and change with depending on my exposure.
In any case, their return means at least a slight change in everyday life for me. Could be a good thing but I do miss the privacy.
The beau and I had lunch together and I had a great workout at the gym. I've also posted a new blog post and new measurements on my BodySpace Account. I'm really happy with my progress and happy that I've shocked my system with the new workout.
Came home, showered, and then Russ came home. We ended up going out to eat and I managed to talk him into eating at Chili's. He was wary but it turned out to be a really great meal. I treated myself and still managed to eat relatively clean.
After dinner we decided to run over to the theatre and catch The Order of the Phoenix for a second time. I have to say I enjoyed the movie much more this time around. I had no eager anticipations, no discouragements about changes or parts that were left out. It was so much more enjoyable for me without all the extra baggage. It really could be my favorite so far of the movies.
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I haven't mentioned this totally but my roommate has two boys who also live with us. I haven't blogged about them much because for the last two months they've been with their father in Wisconsin. Well, she left yesterday afternoon and returned this evening. The silence I enjoyed for the last two months is now officially over. *sigh*
Goodbye hot boy on my background. Goodbye photos of hot boys scrolling across my screen in screensaver mode. Hello 8 and 9 year old kid drama. Eh, it's a lot better than what I'm rambling about. They're good kids. I will miss my space and silence. But the roomie is definitely glad to have them back. She's been lonely and depressed off and on for a while. Definitely that bond between mother and child.
I've had a number of people tell me (including the beau) that I'd make a great father/parent. I'm not so sure. I've found working with and dealing with the boys that I can be incredibily selfish. I don't mind doing things for and with them, but when it starts cutting into time I consider "me" time...I start to get selfish. Maybe that's natural for all and can be something I will adapt and change with depending on my exposure.
In any case, their return means at least a slight change in everyday life for me. Could be a good thing but I do miss the privacy.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
A Busy Beginning of the Week
Been real busy these last few days. Wouldn't you guess after all the hell of Tax-Free weekend, we had a visit to prepare for from the Regional Director. That meant a whole lot of mass cleanup, renovation, and just plain perfection planning. Considering we're the home store for our district manager (don't start me on her) and training store for the area, we had to set a prime example.
And we did just that. Putting some general projects aside, we pulled everything together and really provided an almost flawless walk-through. The only store to pull off the feat I must say. Very proud of our store and the teamwork and knowledge it took to pull it out.
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Received my next movie from Netflix the other day and it was "Norbit." I had some great expectations for this movie considering I totally enjoyed the commercials and knew Eddie Murphy's successes with similar movies (Nutty Professor, The Klumps).
I have to say I was let down. I expected so much more and all I got was unfunny gag-jokes and unmemorable ensemble characterization. The only high-point I had was Murphy's portrayal of Norbit himself. I really enjoyed that character. He had every range of emotion and was believable (despite the forced mode of speech he used).
I expected a whole lot out of Murphy's portrayal of Rasputia (spelling?) considering the whole selling point of the movie is this "large" character. The attempts at making the character unique, memorable and edgy just never became fruitful. The character really relied on old fat jokes and gimmicks and nothing given was twisted in any sort of new way to at least try to pass as a new take on an old joke.
It also seemed that the special effects budget was significantly lower than that of the "Professor" and "Klump" movies. There were scenes where you could definitely tell that they were on a green screen or projection screen, and methods of imposing Murphy's made-up head onto his large body double at times seemed awkward for camera angles and not great for the story.
Even during the "making of" portion of the DVD, it seemed like the director was apologizing for the movie. Continuously citing that it was difficult to bring the movie from storyboard to film.
Overall it was okay (if I had no idea of Murphy's previously themed movies), just didn't live up to it's expectations. Definitely a one-time watch/rent, never a buy.
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I've also updated my BodyBlog a few times this week. Check it out!
I've also decided to provide a separate email address for the blog considering I have been having trouble sorting mail in my main account and missing things.
Forgive me if I haven't replied. >< The new address is in my profile now. So update accordingly ^^
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I also want to say thank you to all for visiting my blog and caring about what I say. I definitely enjoy all the comments and mail I get!
And we did just that. Putting some general projects aside, we pulled everything together and really provided an almost flawless walk-through. The only store to pull off the feat I must say. Very proud of our store and the teamwork and knowledge it took to pull it out.
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Received my next movie from Netflix the other day and it was "Norbit." I had some great expectations for this movie considering I totally enjoyed the commercials and knew Eddie Murphy's successes with similar movies (Nutty Professor, The Klumps).I have to say I was let down. I expected so much more and all I got was unfunny gag-jokes and unmemorable ensemble characterization. The only high-point I had was Murphy's portrayal of Norbit himself. I really enjoyed that character. He had every range of emotion and was believable (despite the forced mode of speech he used).
I expected a whole lot out of Murphy's portrayal of Rasputia (spelling?) considering the whole selling point of the movie is this "large" character. The attempts at making the character unique, memorable and edgy just never became fruitful. The character really relied on old fat jokes and gimmicks and nothing given was twisted in any sort of new way to at least try to pass as a new take on an old joke.
It also seemed that the special effects budget was significantly lower than that of the "Professor" and "Klump" movies. There were scenes where you could definitely tell that they were on a green screen or projection screen, and methods of imposing Murphy's made-up head onto his large body double at times seemed awkward for camera angles and not great for the story.
Even during the "making of" portion of the DVD, it seemed like the director was apologizing for the movie. Continuously citing that it was difficult to bring the movie from storyboard to film.
Overall it was okay (if I had no idea of Murphy's previously themed movies), just didn't live up to it's expectations. Definitely a one-time watch/rent, never a buy.
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I've also updated my BodyBlog a few times this week. Check it out!
I've also decided to provide a separate email address for the blog considering I have been having trouble sorting mail in my main account and missing things.
Forgive me if I haven't replied. >< The new address is in my profile now. So update accordingly ^^
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I also want to say thank you to all for visiting my blog and caring about what I say. I definitely enjoy all the comments and mail I get!
SYTYCD Thursday
You know what's funny? I was checking the stats from my sitemeter and of course they list the last 10 searches that led to my blog from whatever browser.
What's funny is that the last 6 searches have to deal with SYTYCD's "Neil shirtless". One of the searches was a variation on "is Neil gay?" Too funny but hey it's exposure.
Tis time for my favorite dance of the week and oddly enough it's Neil once again, paired with my girls final favorite Sabra doing a Mandy Moore Jazz routine.
Great choreography and danced very well. I love the table as a prop for them and the way it's used to convey their "story".
My picks for the finale:
Girls - Lauren should be going home. This has been Sabra and Lacey's game for pretty much the whole show. My votes will be going toward Sabra on the girls side of things.
I think Lacey is talented but I haven't found her very likeable personality-wise. She's also got the Benji-train behind her, but hopefully Sabra's fans can pull her forward.
Guys - Hard decision on who should go here. My personal favorites are Neil and Pasha and wouldn't be the least bit sad if they ended in the final together.
Danny is a super-great dancer though and he's finally opened up and grown on me. Any combination of the boys will make me happy in the final. I enjoy them all. If I HAVE to give a guess... Danny could be in danger solely because he came in late in the likeability phase.
I would most like to see Neil and Danny in the finale. Would be great to see them dance together.
What's funny is that the last 6 searches have to deal with SYTYCD's "Neil shirtless". One of the searches was a variation on "is Neil gay?" Too funny but hey it's exposure.
Tis time for my favorite dance of the week and oddly enough it's Neil once again, paired with my girls final favorite Sabra doing a Mandy Moore Jazz routine.
Great choreography and danced very well. I love the table as a prop for them and the way it's used to convey their "story".
My picks for the finale:
Girls - Lauren should be going home. This has been Sabra and Lacey's game for pretty much the whole show. My votes will be going toward Sabra on the girls side of things.
I think Lacey is talented but I haven't found her very likeable personality-wise. She's also got the Benji-train behind her, but hopefully Sabra's fans can pull her forward.
Guys - Hard decision on who should go here. My personal favorites are Neil and Pasha and wouldn't be the least bit sad if they ended in the final together.
Danny is a super-great dancer though and he's finally opened up and grown on me. Any combination of the boys will make me happy in the final. I enjoy them all. If I HAVE to give a guess... Danny could be in danger solely because he came in late in the likeability phase.
I would most like to see Neil and Danny in the finale. Would be great to see them dance together.
Sunday, August 5, 2007
My Bodyspace account
Just an FYI, I felt awkward posting about my workout progress and posting pics of the progress within this blog. A few days ago I was reading through a fitness magazine and read about a section of the Bodybuilding.com website called Bodyspace.
Kind of like a combination myspace/blog/planning site. It's the perfect venue for me to write about my progress and to post pics hoping to prove my progress. Give it a look. I'm still working at it as it really is all-emcompassing. Candy store-like.
Here's the link to my Bodyspace account, pay careful attention to catch my Bodyblog link as well. It can be accessed from the Space account and the blog links have feed capabilities so readers will function with it.
Not gay-centralized, but it definitely suits the purposes I wish it to.
I've also provided the link in the shoulder as well. Help keep tabs on me! Otherwise I'll let you know when I update it with a post on here ^^
Kind of like a combination myspace/blog/planning site. It's the perfect venue for me to write about my progress and to post pics hoping to prove my progress. Give it a look. I'm still working at it as it really is all-emcompassing. Candy store-like.
Here's the link to my Bodyspace account, pay careful attention to catch my Bodyblog link as well. It can be accessed from the Space account and the blog links have feed capabilities so readers will function with it.
Not gay-centralized, but it definitely suits the purposes I wish it to.
I've also provided the link in the shoulder as well. Help keep tabs on me! Otherwise I'll let you know when I update it with a post on here ^^
Social Responsibility
Finally, this weekend is over.
It's been tax-free weekend in Tennessee and that basically means the store being even busier than both Black Friday or any of our Holiday days. Last year, this weekend was our biggest sales days with Saturday peaking and this weekend continued that tradition. We blew away a ton of numbers and the store looks like a hurricane hit it.
That hurricane of course is a mass of people overtaking the area. Devouring the clothing as if it were high-dollar items in a free buffet.
It amazes me at the lack of tact, respect, responsibility and guilt a majority of individuals show.
It reminds me of a case study we discussed during a social psychology class. There was a man walking down a slightly rougher end of town in broad daylight. There were people sitting around footsteps, looking out their windows and sitting on their balconies enjoying the sun.
Two men caught up with our walker and proceeded to beat him down and take his wallet. It wasn't a quick job with an equally hasted retreat. The walker put up a tad of a fight and thus the altercation took quite a bit longer to finish.
In all this time there was not a soul who had made a call to the authorities or stepped in to help this man. It was the theory of "diffusion of responsibility" in action.
There are others around so everyone believes that there should be somebody who's calling. I don't need to take a step in the right direction because someone has probably already done it. The only probably is, everyone is thinking that someone else is gonna be able to do the deed...and sadly for the poor man, no one did.
The more people you crowd into a place, general morals and responsibility seem to go out the door.
"Someone will be able to clean this up"
"No one else is making an effort to do ___. So why should I. "
"I want to try these shoes on..." *tries shoes on and they don't work* "hmmm...someone will come along to hang them back up so I'll just leave them sitting here in the middle of the floor for everyone to step over and add to the already growing pile.
Sorry, had to add in that last one. It, in general, is the kind of shopping attitude I'm talking about in connection with the story I told earlier. Connected by a similar moral...taking responsibility. Whether it be to make the first step among many to get a good deed done (as in alerting the authorities, or drawing attention to the crime) or simply by taking responsibility for one's own actions.
If this store were your house, would you treat the items within differently? I have a constant thought that comes to me when situations similar to this occurs. People find things that they want and it's GOLD. Don't attempt to pry it from their hands or get in the way of finding that size.
But if it's not what they're looking for, it may as well be trash. People could care less about the stack they just massacred...or the fact that they're one-hand groping items and in the process putting things in a position to be a hassle later for others.
Thinking the whole time that an employee will be along at any time to fix the occurrence. Unaware of the fact the majority of employees during these hugely busy times are preoccupied with filling every register to ring people out (7 in our case), keeping the fitting rooms organized/cleaned and moving (2 people), processing and bringing the ten tons of merchandise brought to try on in the fitting room and rejected (at a minimum 2 but usually is 3), plus people being shuffled for well-deserved breaks.
Where does one start to align recovery forces against a hurricane when they're devoted to aiding it?
I'm not saying to do our jobs for us, don't misunderstand. Just asking that when you're in places of retail ( or any place of business for that matter ) to try and treat everything you touch as if it were your own and people around you as if they were a friend.
Yes, I'm talking about those candy apple red skinny-fit jeans or that lady walking down the aisle with a double occupancy stroller.
There's a personal and social responsibility that people seem to forget as soon as they walk into establishments plagued by exaggerated versions of customer service.
I appreciate the people who come to our store, and appreciate the business they bring. I just wish more people, like me, took pride in the endeavors they grace.
The next time you walk into a busy store, take note. Are people showing a personal responsibility for their actions? Respect for the people around them? Are you paying the proper respect to merchandise within the store? Without making excuses, but taking on a natural personal responsibility.
In our society as it is today, it seems to me that there is a surprising lack of it. A lot of our beliefs and thinking is centered around ourselves and what is best for us. Sometimes, especially in social settings, take a step back and think...
"What is best for the people around me?"
It's been tax-free weekend in Tennessee and that basically means the store being even busier than both Black Friday or any of our Holiday days. Last year, this weekend was our biggest sales days with Saturday peaking and this weekend continued that tradition. We blew away a ton of numbers and the store looks like a hurricane hit it.
That hurricane of course is a mass of people overtaking the area. Devouring the clothing as if it were high-dollar items in a free buffet.
It amazes me at the lack of tact, respect, responsibility and guilt a majority of individuals show.
It reminds me of a case study we discussed during a social psychology class. There was a man walking down a slightly rougher end of town in broad daylight. There were people sitting around footsteps, looking out their windows and sitting on their balconies enjoying the sun.
Two men caught up with our walker and proceeded to beat him down and take his wallet. It wasn't a quick job with an equally hasted retreat. The walker put up a tad of a fight and thus the altercation took quite a bit longer to finish.
In all this time there was not a soul who had made a call to the authorities or stepped in to help this man. It was the theory of "diffusion of responsibility" in action.
There are others around so everyone believes that there should be somebody who's calling. I don't need to take a step in the right direction because someone has probably already done it. The only probably is, everyone is thinking that someone else is gonna be able to do the deed...and sadly for the poor man, no one did.
The more people you crowd into a place, general morals and responsibility seem to go out the door.
"Someone will be able to clean this up"
"No one else is making an effort to do ___. So why should I. "
"I want to try these shoes on..." *tries shoes on and they don't work* "hmmm...someone will come along to hang them back up so I'll just leave them sitting here in the middle of the floor for everyone to step over and add to the already growing pile.
Sorry, had to add in that last one. It, in general, is the kind of shopping attitude I'm talking about in connection with the story I told earlier. Connected by a similar moral...taking responsibility. Whether it be to make the first step among many to get a good deed done (as in alerting the authorities, or drawing attention to the crime) or simply by taking responsibility for one's own actions.
If this store were your house, would you treat the items within differently? I have a constant thought that comes to me when situations similar to this occurs. People find things that they want and it's GOLD. Don't attempt to pry it from their hands or get in the way of finding that size.
But if it's not what they're looking for, it may as well be trash. People could care less about the stack they just massacred...or the fact that they're one-hand groping items and in the process putting things in a position to be a hassle later for others.
Thinking the whole time that an employee will be along at any time to fix the occurrence. Unaware of the fact the majority of employees during these hugely busy times are preoccupied with filling every register to ring people out (7 in our case), keeping the fitting rooms organized/cleaned and moving (2 people), processing and bringing the ten tons of merchandise brought to try on in the fitting room and rejected (at a minimum 2 but usually is 3), plus people being shuffled for well-deserved breaks.
Where does one start to align recovery forces against a hurricane when they're devoted to aiding it?
I'm not saying to do our jobs for us, don't misunderstand. Just asking that when you're in places of retail ( or any place of business for that matter ) to try and treat everything you touch as if it were your own and people around you as if they were a friend.
Yes, I'm talking about those candy apple red skinny-fit jeans or that lady walking down the aisle with a double occupancy stroller.
There's a personal and social responsibility that people seem to forget as soon as they walk into establishments plagued by exaggerated versions of customer service.
I appreciate the people who come to our store, and appreciate the business they bring. I just wish more people, like me, took pride in the endeavors they grace.
The next time you walk into a busy store, take note. Are people showing a personal responsibility for their actions? Respect for the people around them? Are you paying the proper respect to merchandise within the store? Without making excuses, but taking on a natural personal responsibility.
In our society as it is today, it seems to me that there is a surprising lack of it. A lot of our beliefs and thinking is centered around ourselves and what is best for us. Sometimes, especially in social settings, take a step back and think...
"What is best for the people around me?"
Friday, August 3, 2007
SYTYCD Thursday - Faves
This isn't as great as having Neil shirtless but I did promise my favorite routines of the night and they've been posted finally.
I was tickled to see Sabra And Pasha together at last. It was the first time two of my favorite dancers on the show were put together. Both their Broadway and Qucikstep routines were wonderful. The beau has been watching with me and says their definitely final material. I would love to see a ballroom boy make it to the finals. *crosses fingers*
I was very sad to see Sara go though. I was hoping it was Laur=en's night and I've have at least one more week of her.
So here they are my favorite dance routines (non-Neil shirtless) videos with Pasha and Sabra.
I was tickled to see Sabra And Pasha together at last. It was the first time two of my favorite dancers on the show were put together. Both their Broadway and Qucikstep routines were wonderful. The beau has been watching with me and says their definitely final material. I would love to see a ballroom boy make it to the finals. *crosses fingers*
I was very sad to see Sara go though. I was hoping it was Laur=en's night and I've have at least one more week of her.
So here they are my favorite dance routines (non-Neil shirtless) videos with Pasha and Sabra.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
STYCD Thursday
OMG, my Sara went home! I totally thought it was Lauren's night and Sara's wouldn't be until next week. What probably did it for Sara was that sad "Push It" routine and wardrobe. Especially the wardrobe.
But anyways, I'm gonna give you my favorite dances of the night. But before I give it, I have to give this dance becasue it will forever be etched into my memory. Neil, with Lacely in a Latin Jazz routine, is FINALLY shirtless and my mouth was dragging the floor the whole time. This boy can take me so hard. My legs would be up in a moment. I know, you've never heard me be so candid...but my gosh, just look at him.
I'll have to get back to you on my actual favorite choreography as the video hasn't been posted to youtube yet. But Neil will keep me quite entertained until then.
Such a beautiful young man.
But anyways, I'm gonna give you my favorite dances of the night. But before I give it, I have to give this dance becasue it will forever be etched into my memory. Neil, with Lacely in a Latin Jazz routine, is FINALLY shirtless and my mouth was dragging the floor the whole time. This boy can take me so hard. My legs would be up in a moment. I know, you've never heard me be so candid...but my gosh, just look at him.
I'll have to get back to you on my actual favorite choreography as the video hasn't been posted to youtube yet. But Neil will keep me quite entertained until then.
Such a beautiful young man.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
TJ Triumphant!
I just had to post the conclusion to TJ's big day.
I have to say she was an incredibly brave and good girl today! Maybe it was because I was there with her and no other animals were around. She whined a bit but otherwise she was great.
I found out alot of information I otherwise didn't know... mainly flea and worm prevention, the various shots that were needed, and info on what products are quality to use for our pets and which are really not worth it.
I feel like I have a better idea of how to keep her healthy and happy. She has all her shots and is now legally immunized! I also have a better idea at what kind of mixed breed she is. We knew she was mixed but always considered her a cairn terrier of sorts, but Sara (the vet) put her as mostly dachshund (the eyes, ears, body length, modified snout, plus the whine and nosing motions she makes) and possibly schnauzer to qualify her coat and color.
To top it all off, she is totally WORM-FREE! She came back negative on all counts and the kittens were the culprits...probably have had it since their birth considering the size of the buggers found the other day. Not that I prefer the kittens to have it, just glad TJ was alright. We now get to fix the kittens, but I'm sure they'll pull through the medication phase.
I was so proud of her today. She took her shots and medicine with grace, was cordial and patient with the vets, and I really felt like we've treated her and "raised" her right. Considering she was a stray when we took her in...it really made me proud.
3 cheers for Ms. TJ! (Can you tell I'm ecstatic?)
Worms Info
I wasn't really sure how animals get worms and this is some information I found on the Dog Owner's Guide.
The only signs TJ really shows is the spitup and sometimes hacking. *crosses fingers*
Introduction
Dogs are victims of several internal parasites frequently referred to as worms. The most common are the roundworms that infest most puppies at some time in their young lives and tapeworms that can be a big problem when flea infestations are high.
Evidence of roundworms and tapeworms can be seen without the aid of a microscope, but other worms are not so easily diagnosed. Occasionally adult whipworms can be seen in the stool when the infestation has already caused some debilitation or weight loss in the dog.
Early diagnosis of the presence and species of intestinal parasite is important, for not all worms respond to the same treatment. Therefore, stool samples should be taken to the veterinarian for microscopic examination if worms are suspected. Many veterinarians include the stool check as part of the annual health examination.
Most worm infestations cause any or all of these symptoms: diarrhea, perhaps with blood in the stool; weight loss; dry hair; general poor appearance; and vomiting, perhaps with worms in the vomitus. However, some infestations cause few or no symptoms; in fact some worm eggs or larvae can be dormant in the dog's body and activated only in times of stress, or in the case of roundworms, until the latter stages of pregnancy, when they activate and infest the soon-to-be-born puppies.
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Roundworms
Roundworms are active in the intestines of puppies, often causing a pot-bellied appearance and poor growth. The worms may be seen in vomit or stool; a severe infestation can cause death by intestinal blockage.
This worm can grow to seven inches in length. Females can produce 200 thousand eggs in a day, eggs that are protected by a hard shell and can exist in the soil for years. Dogs become infected by ingesting worm eggs from contaminated soil. The eggs hatch in the intestine and the resulting larva are carried to the lungs by the bloodstream.
The larva then crawls up the windpipe and gets swallowed, often causing the pup to cough or gag. Once the larvae return to the intestine, they grow into adults.
Roundworms do not typically infest adults. However, as mentioned above, the larvae can encyst in body tissue of adult bitches and activate during the last stages of pregnancy to infest puppies. Worming the bitch has no effect on the encysted larvae and cannot prevent the worms from infecting the puppies.
Although roundworms can be treated with an over-the-counter wormer found in pet stores, a veterinarian is the best source of information and medication to deal with intestinal parasites. Dewormers are poisonous to the worms and can make the dog sick, especially if not used in proper dosage.
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Hookworms
These are small, thin worms that fasten to the wall of the small intestine and suck blood. Dogs get hookworm if they come in contact with the larvae in contaminated soil. As with roundworms, the hookworm larvae becomes an adult in the intestine. The pups can contract hookworms in the uterus and the dam can infest the pups through her milk.
A severe hookworm infestation can kill puppies, but chronic hookworm infection is usually not a problem in the older dog. When it does occur, the signs include diarrhea, weight loss, anemia, and progressive weakness. Diagnosis is made by examining the feces for eggs under a microscope.
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Tapeworms
Another small intestine parasite, the tapeworm is transmitted to dogs who ingest fleas or who hunt and eat wildlife infested with tapeworms or fleas. The dog sheds segments of the tapeworm containing the eggs in its feces. These segments are flat and move about shortly after excretion. They look like grains of rice when dried and can be found either in the dog's stool or stuck to the hair around his anus. Tapeworms cannot be killed by the typical over-the-counter wormer; see the veterinarian for appropriate treatment.
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Whipworms
Adult whipworms look like pieces of thread with one end enlarged. They live in the cecum, the first section of the dog's large intestine. Infestations are usually light, so an examination of feces may not reveal the presence of eggs. Several checks may be necessary before a definitive diagnosis can be made.
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Prevention
Several worms that infect and reinfect dogs can also infect humans, so treatment and eradication of the worms in the environment are important. Remove dog feces from back yards at least weekly, use appropriate vermicides under veterinary supervision, and have the dog's feces checked frequently in persistent cases. Do not mix wormers and do not use any wormer if your dog is currently taking any other medication, including heartworm preventative, without consulting the veterinarian.
When walking the dog in a neighborhood or park, remove all feces so that the dog does not contribute to contamination of soil away from home as well.
Dogs that are in generally good condition are not threatened by worm infestations and may not even show symptoms. However, it's a good idea to keep the dog as worm-free as possible so that if disease or stress do take a toll, you're not fighting worms in a sick pet.
[ Heartworm disease: an ounce of prevention beats a pound of cure]
Norma Bennett Woolf
The only signs TJ really shows is the spitup and sometimes hacking. *crosses fingers*
My Poor Little Girl...
Yesterday was going relatively well at work. We had got a HUGE shipment on Monday and were still working on it through Tuesday. It's only the beginning of August and we've already finished up our Fall 1 line of merchandise. Well...not finished up as in it's gone, just that they are now ready to start sending the "August" Book of Fall Merchandise.
We've just came out of a huge summer clearance sale which wasn't all that great. We still have quite a bit...we were hoping for an extra percentage off to help move it to make more room for the fall merchandise, but it didn't happen.
The women's department was going through a full breakdown and rebuild courtesy of sending a whole truckload of new merchandise from the next book. We finally get things set to the current one and BOOM.
*sigh*
So here I am halfway through my workday. I had just made a trip to the store to pick up lunch. I walk back to the store, pop in my Lean Cuisine Chicken dinner-thing and I get a call from the beau. I anticipate that he's probably going to tell me that he's heading home...but the news I got was not what I wanted.
He tells me that he just got a phone call from our roommate saying that she was worried about our dog TJ.
Playing catch up, the beau found her abandoned and roaming around his workplace parking lot around 3 years ago. It was a cold, rainy day and she was soaked to the bone and freezing. He feels sorry for her and considers taking her in as a gift to me of sorts. He takes her to many of the residences close to his office and asks around if anyone recognizes her or knows to who she may belong. No luck, and later that day he surprises me by waiting for her outside my work place.
Fast forward to now, she's had issues before with what I always termed a "funny tummy." She's had issues in the past year or more with random vomiting. She likes to eat very quickly, sometimes not even chewing her food and this is what we shrugged off as the reason.
Well, yesterday the beau gets a call from the roomie asking if we had fed TJ any noodles. Remember, Ramen lol ><.
"No."
"Well, there are about 5 places of spitup and it looks like noodles are in one of them."
"What are you talking about?" He asks, kind of amused.
"Well, if they're not noodles...omigosh, maybe they're worms."
And he heads back home from the office and giving me a call where I'm taking my first bite of Lean yumminess. He asks if there's any way I can get the rest of the day off and proceeds to explain what's going on with my puppy. (FYI I refer to any small dog as a puppy, just doesn't feel right calling them a dog. Such an ugly word for my cute pup.)
I get the clear, head out and I'm worried as all get out. I end up getting there before the beau and I talk to my roomie for a bit. Come to find out she didn't actually see TJ make any of the messes but assumed it was her considering her past. It couldn't possibly be her two kittens. Anything that happens in the house has to be because of TJ. Although we know better.
The beau ran into one of the kittens the other day heaving (and I caught him once again this morning). So there's a good chance they all are infected, especially sharing the same water bowl.
TJ's just as bouncy and loving as ever and for that I'm grateful. We got her an appointment with a vet for today and am bringing in stool samples from her and the kittens for them to check on. It's gonna cost a fortune, I just know it. She needs her shots too. >< but I want my puppy to be well if she truly is sick.
I'm off today and I'm mere minutes away from bringing her to the vet. I'm so nervous.
Wish TJ and I luck.
We've just came out of a huge summer clearance sale which wasn't all that great. We still have quite a bit...we were hoping for an extra percentage off to help move it to make more room for the fall merchandise, but it didn't happen.
The women's department was going through a full breakdown and rebuild courtesy of sending a whole truckload of new merchandise from the next book. We finally get things set to the current one and BOOM.
*sigh*
So here I am halfway through my workday. I had just made a trip to the store to pick up lunch. I walk back to the store, pop in my Lean Cuisine Chicken dinner-thing and I get a call from the beau. I anticipate that he's probably going to tell me that he's heading home...but the news I got was not what I wanted.
He tells me that he just got a phone call from our roommate saying that she was worried about our dog TJ.
Playing catch up, the beau found her abandoned and roaming around his workplace parking lot around 3 years ago. It was a cold, rainy day and she was soaked to the bone and freezing. He feels sorry for her and considers taking her in as a gift to me of sorts. He takes her to many of the residences close to his office and asks around if anyone recognizes her or knows to who she may belong. No luck, and later that day he surprises me by waiting for her outside my work place.Fast forward to now, she's had issues before with what I always termed a "funny tummy." She's had issues in the past year or more with random vomiting. She likes to eat very quickly, sometimes not even chewing her food and this is what we shrugged off as the reason.
Well, yesterday the beau gets a call from the roomie asking if we had fed TJ any noodles. Remember, Ramen lol ><.
"No."
"Well, there are about 5 places of spitup and it looks like noodles are in one of them."
"What are you talking about?" He asks, kind of amused.
"Well, if they're not noodles...omigosh, maybe they're worms."
And he heads back home from the office and giving me a call where I'm taking my first bite of Lean yumminess. He asks if there's any way I can get the rest of the day off and proceeds to explain what's going on with my puppy. (FYI I refer to any small dog as a puppy, just doesn't feel right calling them a dog. Such an ugly word for my cute pup.)
I get the clear, head out and I'm worried as all get out. I end up getting there before the beau and I talk to my roomie for a bit. Come to find out she didn't actually see TJ make any of the messes but assumed it was her considering her past. It couldn't possibly be her two kittens. Anything that happens in the house has to be because of TJ. Although we know better.
The beau ran into one of the kittens the other day heaving (and I caught him once again this morning). So there's a good chance they all are infected, especially sharing the same water bowl.
TJ's just as bouncy and loving as ever and for that I'm grateful. We got her an appointment with a vet for today and am bringing in stool samples from her and the kittens for them to check on. It's gonna cost a fortune, I just know it. She needs her shots too. >< but I want my puppy to be well if she truly is sick.
I'm off today and I'm mere minutes away from bringing her to the vet. I'm so nervous.
Wish TJ and I luck.
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