Well, I guess I'll update on my life first..then tell about today.
I've been living in Dallas since the beginning of January. So far, I like it alright. It's a great place to be, if you have money, because there are loads of places to spend it. But if you are like Kyle and I, and you are always living paycheck to paycheck, it can be kind of a downer. At least we have each other, though, right? Right:) (note: there was no sarcasm in that statement. or that one, for that matter.) For the first month of living here, I applied at countless part-time jobs in the area hoping to find something to bring in some money..and after a month the only place that called me was Michaels Arts & Crafts.....so that's where I currently work...as a framer. "Ever think about custom framing but when it comes to figuring out the cost your a bit overwhelmed?" Well, don't. Think about custom framing, I mean. (just teasing, other Michaels associates..gosh) It's an alright job, for now. I'm just waaayy ready to have a salary job already--so tired of living paycheck to paycheck (as I've already mentioned).
Anyway, now about today, before I forget. Well, I woke up and got ready for work like any other day. My amazing, future husband made lunch and coffee for me, so the day started off pretty well. I gathered up all my things and ran out the door (because if you know me, you know I'm typically running late). Well, I get to work...and well....it was work. Nothing to gossip about, as Quintin (one of my co-workers) would say. After work, I decided to take Miss Laney Ma'am (as Kyle and I call her) on a walk because the weather is absolutely amazing!! 80 degrees, praise Jesus! So I put the pooch on her leash and we started walking out to the car. This is when incident number one happened. She decided that she needed to take a crap..right then..and right there..in the middle of the sidewalk. I mean, she did go through this phase earlier on in her life when she would only defecate on concrete...but I thought she was over that. Apparently not. So then, I had to walk all the way over to the doggie poop bags that the apartment provides, so that we wouldn't get fined for leaving her poop on the sidewalk. Anyway, so after I took care of that little incident, we got in the car and head towards the park. Once we arrived at the park, Laney was so flipping excited that she was sniffing and wagging all over the place. After only walking, maybe 20 yards, she decided she had to take a crap...again (incident number two, pun intended). And once again, she did not go over to the grass like a good little (big) dog should..she awkwardly hunched over right in the middle of the path and relieved herself. That dog has no shame; I, however, do. I had to just stand there as people strolled by absolutely disgusted that my dog was taking a crap in the middle of the sidewalk. Don't worry, I cleaned it up. Once that incident was taken care of, we just continued strolling along. We circled this big pond and then made our way to a smaller pond right beside it. After we got almost all the way around, I figured Laney was thirsty so I walked her over to the waters edge so she could get a drink. Incident number three. She fell in. All the way in. I had to pull her out by her collar...poor thing was dripping wet, head-to-toe. I hadn't laughed that hard in a loooong time. I immediately called Kyle to tell him about it and at first he couldn't distinguish whether I was laughing or crying, haha. So we continued our walk, now dripping wet. We completely circle the little pond and then went back to the bigger one. We started making our way around when we came upon incident number four. This one actually doesn't have anything to do with Laney, but it was...strange. There is a very swanky retirement center right off to the side of the bigger pond. It is completely gated in (probably to keep the old people from running away...haha..just kidding..kind of) and there is a door about midway through the gate on one side that has a keypad on it. Well, as Laney and I made our way towards the car, I saw an old man trying to climb over the fence. Hah, when you first read that, I bet you thought I meant trying to climb the fence from the retirement center side to the pond side..but it was actually the other way around. He was trying to break into the retirement center. After a few failed attemps, he started asking passers-by if they would give him a boost over the fence. This old man was like in his seventies, at least!, and he was asking someone to push him over a fence! He must desperately want some new hips..or a knee..or something. Sheesh. So yeah..that was it really. I just couldn't believe that all that funny stuff kept happening....my life as a sitcom.
