Puppy Love

I really really really want to get a dog.  I've been thinking about this for a while, so it's not like it's an impulse decision or anything.  I've found a couple online that I really like.  One is a blond Lab/Akita mix named Teddy.  I really like him.
At first, when I asked my husband, the answer was a flat out No.  So I waited, asked him again, but this time he would smile when he said no.  I show him pictures, tell him about friends with puppies, so now he doesn't exactly say no anymore, but he still hasn't said yes.  So I told him I was going to email a couple people about the dogs I found online.  Then he said he would rather get a puppy, and that he would train it.  Hmm.. we're getting somewhere now.  But we honestly don't have the time to train a puppy.  With both of us being at work most of the day.  And then we would still have to get it spayed/neutered.  So, I figured, we can get a dog that's only a year or two old.. still mostly puppy-ish.  And he would be mostly house-trained, have his shots n all that, and we wouldn't have to worry about a lot of the puppy things.  Not that I'm trying to get the easy way out, I think it's more practical, considering our living situation.  And I could take him to work with me during the day, as long as he gets along with other dogs and gets some horse smarts into him.
So I might still send out an email about this Teddy.. Just to find out more about him..  :)

Island Girl

So, I'm pretty sure that in a previous life, I was an island girl.  Perhaps a bartender or something like that.  With a body that's been kissed by the sun.  And my biggest worry was flipping over in time when I was sitting outside.  I would flirt with the island boys, ride my jet ski with the best of them, and mix up a mean LI ice tea.  Dancing in the clubs at night, sleeping late into the next morning.

Yeah.. That totally could have been my life.

Just beachy

I don't like this "winter mix" that is making itself so popular here in New York.  It can stop any time now, because I have to work outside in this.

And I'm feeling a little displaced, because I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to St. Maarten next week, where its sunny and warm and beachy.  But I'm not going this year, I'm stuck here in this arctic tundra called New York.

hurt but happy

So I was really good friends with this girl in college. We got along great, and realized that we didn't live to far away from each other back at home. She was going to be my other bridesmaid at my wedding. Well, her life got busy, she moved to another state, and couldn't make it. I understood. Sucked, but that's the way life is sometimes. I just found out on facebook that she got married. I can understand it was a small wedding, but I didn't even know about it. And we had agreed that we would be bridesmaids for each other. It hurts too, thinking that we were still going to stay good friends, and then I found out she got married and never even thought to tell me.
To be honest, I wanted to write something passive-aggressive on facebook, but I really am happy for them. But I can write what I want on here, because no one on my facebook account knows about this. Which I think will turn out to be a good thing.

I guess not all friends were meant to stay in your life, huh..

good morning

The thing I like most about this? I can say what I can't say on facebook.  Well, I could say it on there, but I wouldn't want people to see it.  Like the fact that it makes me upset that my sister 'talked to her best for over an hour yesterday'.. For some reason I thought that should have been me.  But, cest la vie, right?

So it's just another day today.  Way below freezing outside.  And I told a friend I would go help her with things today.  Outside.  I know its part of being a friend, and I don't have any other friends out here, seeing as I've only lived here for a couple months now, but why did I say that yesterday...  I would much rather stay home and cook.

Which leads me to another thing.. At our wedding, I promised my husband in our vows that I would learn to cook for him.  Because I wanted to.  I never really learned how to cook or bake when I was younger, and living on my own I never felt the need to be more diverse than grilled cheese sandwiches and spaghetti-o's.  So I'm learning how to cook now.  And I'm using cookbooks and the internet.  But my husband says I don't need them, I can just throw some stuff together like he does.  He cooks sometimes, and that is pretty much what he does, and it comes out good.  But its basically a variety of the same thing.  I want to make something different, something tasty and really good.  And I can't do that on my own without the help of a book.  So now it seems like he's berating me for wanting to learn how to cook.  Don't get me wrong, I don't think badly of my husband at all, I just don't understand where he's coming from.  Yeah, maybe someday I'll be able to whip something together like our moms can each do, but for now, I need the guidance of my cookbooks. 

So those are this mornings thoughts.  Let's see where the day goes...

name change

trying to get this name change thing figured out..

Hidalgo

This was one of the horses that played the part of Hidalgo.  He did the stunt scenes in the movie.  And he lives right down the road from me.

ugh..

I wish I had more motivation during the day.  Maybe I have that seasonal attitude disorder, or whatever it's called.  I don't like it.  I need a real job so I have a reason to get off my ass and accomplish something during the day.

last night's dream

So I had this dream last night.. I was in an auditorium trying to find my way around, seeing if anyone else was there that I knew.  There were a lot of people that I used to go to school with.  My sister was waiting for her friend JS, I couldn't find where my husband went, and then I saw another friend of mine.  Well, his last correspondence to me stated that he didn't want to stay friends with anyone from high school, that he wanted to start a new life with no one in it.  Okay, so I left him alone.  But in my dream last night, I saw him again, and asked him if we could be friends again.  He looked at me and said no, we can't.  So as I started to walk away, he asked me what my new last name is.  I said that if he didn't want to be friends, then why does he want to know?  So I walked off from that, found some more friends, then I was walking with my husband through the halls of my elementary school, trying to find more people to say hi to.  I don't know of any of this means anything, but it was nice to see people that I'll probably never really see again.

And we're off

So, here is my first blog.  Never thought I would actually start doing one of these things.  But as of this point, I don't know anyone else who does, and seeing as I know no one on here, I don't care if anyone decides to follow this.  I'll most likely be surprised if anyone does...