So, that was Saturday. Sunday was stuff. Shopped a little bit, did a little yard work, played some video games, wrote some, yelled at the kids.
Life tries for one more shot downfield, but we sack the QB.
Life's ball: 4th and 17 on its own 29.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
June 27th-28th - 13-13
Good weekend. Drove down to Columbus with David Temple to see Bill Stiteler at a gaming convention. Bill's movie, THACO, was screened there, so I got to watch it with him. Quite funny. Interesting place to be, too. People in costume, people hitting each other with foam swords, people playing games, people chanting out loyalties to words I couldn't understand. It was fun. Although I never played D&D or such games (aside from the computer variations), these are my people. I'm more apt to sit around table and crawl some dungeons than I am to play poker and smoke cigars. I think I enjoy the lack of pretense amongst gamers...well, provided they're not wearing costumes or speaking in accents. Then, they're stone freaks.
So, that was Saturday. Sunday was stuff. Shopped a little bit, did a little yard work, played some video games, wrote some, yelled at the kids.
Life tries for one more shot downfield, but we sack the QB.
Life's ball: 4th and 17 on its own 29.
So, that was Saturday. Sunday was stuff. Shopped a little bit, did a little yard work, played some video games, wrote some, yelled at the kids.
Life tries for one more shot downfield, but we sack the QB.
Life's ball: 4th and 17 on its own 29.
June 26th - 13-13
Work is madness. Madness, I tell you! Just got the files required for the launch of a redesign for Pierre's Ice Cream, plus details on two promotions to their offshoot brands that need to be live by Monday evening for a promo on that Delilah radio show that my wife hates so much. Tore through as much as I could, but plenty more to go.
My wife and I rented the remake the Friday the 13th. Why? Because we're both fond of death and boobs, maybe? It was as bad as can be expected. That kind of horror movie just doesn't work for me anymore, and makes me appreciate "Drag Me to Hell" all the better. I did, however, develop a new fundamental problem with Jason Vorhees; the majority of his kills involved him sneaking up on people and/or hiding in the shadows. From the looks of things, Jason is a 6'5" 260 pound mountain man in work boots. How'd he get those ninja skills?
Incomplete pass.
Life's ball: 3rd and 10 on its own 36.
My wife and I rented the remake the Friday the 13th. Why? Because we're both fond of death and boobs, maybe? It was as bad as can be expected. That kind of horror movie just doesn't work for me anymore, and makes me appreciate "Drag Me to Hell" all the better. I did, however, develop a new fundamental problem with Jason Vorhees; the majority of his kills involved him sneaking up on people and/or hiding in the shadows. From the looks of things, Jason is a 6'5" 260 pound mountain man in work boots. How'd he get those ninja skills?
Incomplete pass.
Life's ball: 3rd and 10 on its own 36.
Friday, June 26, 2009
June 25th - 13-13
I've got a patio. Dudes tore the hell out of my yard to get to it, though. Not sure how I'll fix that up. My bad for not just doing this when the house was built. But once the concrete dries and it's useful, that'll be a good thing. Cookouts! Tiki torches! Chairs!
Michael Jackson died, apparently. Adding his name to the list of people who have died over the past couple of days (people say bad things happen in threes...I say that's just when they stop counting) about which I really don't care in the least. I mean, death. Yeah, it's sad. I feel bad for the people close to them (although, to be honest, I've always felt bad for the people close to Michael Jackson). I'm saddened he won't get the chance for his comeback, because as much as I really didn't at all like Michael Jackson's music, I'm pleased when people who are shit upon by the press are able to redeem themselves. In the battle of celebrity vs. media, I almost always side with celebrity.
But I do find the outpouring of emotion a bit unsettling, considering the molestation charges and the fact that he named his kid Blanket. So, at these times, people are remembering Michael for what he accomplished and how his music made them feel (although I was never a fan, even at 12 years old I wasn't blind to the level of excitement he brought to the music industry). That all makes sense, but I can't help but be reminded of the emotional outpouring over Richard Nixon's death.
A topic for a future blog? The celebrity deaths that impacted me most are Owen Hart and Robert Palmer. Until then...
Life's pushing for field goal range, but the receiver catches the ball out of bounds.
Life's ball: 2nd and 10 on its own 36.
Michael Jackson died, apparently. Adding his name to the list of people who have died over the past couple of days (people say bad things happen in threes...I say that's just when they stop counting) about which I really don't care in the least. I mean, death. Yeah, it's sad. I feel bad for the people close to them (although, to be honest, I've always felt bad for the people close to Michael Jackson). I'm saddened he won't get the chance for his comeback, because as much as I really didn't at all like Michael Jackson's music, I'm pleased when people who are shit upon by the press are able to redeem themselves. In the battle of celebrity vs. media, I almost always side with celebrity.
But I do find the outpouring of emotion a bit unsettling, considering the molestation charges and the fact that he named his kid Blanket. So, at these times, people are remembering Michael for what he accomplished and how his music made them feel (although I was never a fan, even at 12 years old I wasn't blind to the level of excitement he brought to the music industry). That all makes sense, but I can't help but be reminded of the emotional outpouring over Richard Nixon's death.
A topic for a future blog? The celebrity deaths that impacted me most are Owen Hart and Robert Palmer. Until then...
Life's pushing for field goal range, but the receiver catches the ball out of bounds.
Life's ball: 2nd and 10 on its own 36.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
June 24th - 13-13
Tieraney wants to get rid of the dog again. Pretty passionate about it this time, too. I won't go into her reasons, which are valid. The question is, at what point do my loyalties to my wife's happiness start to outweigh the desire to not shove an 9-year-old animal onto someone else? Of course the right thing to do is to keep the dog. But the right thing to do is to also make my wife happy. Dog lovers be damned, my wife comes first.
Of course, I don't want to make it sound like Tieraney's being insensitive or unfair. This isn't a "me or the dog" kind of thing. It's a "what's better for my and the dog's santiy" thing. Gelert's personality requires attention that we can't give it. We're just gone too much. The kids aren't old enough to really play with Gelert, and even if they were, they're always gone with us. There are no dog parks anywhere near us, and we can't fence in our yard (association restrictions). As a result, Gelert doesn't get as much exercise as she should.
And yet, we're not just looking to dump her. The thing is, if we can find a situation for her that's better than what we've got going right now, we'll do it. Older kids, more attention, another dog or two...that'd be good. Gelert only goes if she goes someplace better. This is what Tieraney wants, and it's what I'm willing to provide.
Still can't help but feel bad, though.
Also, we lost power over the night. Went out just after 11:00, came back up just after 1:00 a.m. Glad it happened at night after the kids were in bed, I was done playing Zelda, and the lack of AC could be offset by lack of sun. As far as power outages go, it was pretty convenient.
Life turns a first down run attempt into an 8 yard gain.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on its own 36.
Of course, I don't want to make it sound like Tieraney's being insensitive or unfair. This isn't a "me or the dog" kind of thing. It's a "what's better for my and the dog's santiy" thing. Gelert's personality requires attention that we can't give it. We're just gone too much. The kids aren't old enough to really play with Gelert, and even if they were, they're always gone with us. There are no dog parks anywhere near us, and we can't fence in our yard (association restrictions). As a result, Gelert doesn't get as much exercise as she should.
And yet, we're not just looking to dump her. The thing is, if we can find a situation for her that's better than what we've got going right now, we'll do it. Older kids, more attention, another dog or two...that'd be good. Gelert only goes if she goes someplace better. This is what Tieraney wants, and it's what I'm willing to provide.
Still can't help but feel bad, though.
Also, we lost power over the night. Went out just after 11:00, came back up just after 1:00 a.m. Glad it happened at night after the kids were in bed, I was done playing Zelda, and the lack of AC could be offset by lack of sun. As far as power outages go, it was pretty convenient.
Life turns a first down run attempt into an 8 yard gain.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on its own 36.
June 23rd - 13-13
Another day of nothing. My apologies, but no every play can hit the highlight reel. Of course, few of my days have hit the highlight real. I think this is why I normally abandon these things.
Still busy at work. Should be a good paycheck next month, which is good, as I only have three more months of the extra money.
Went live with the Appletellcast. It's still not nearly as entertaining as I want it to be, but I'm being told I have a great radio voice. Plus, I get to reference my ONU education and Taco in one shot. Kneel before Zod!
Life fakes the run then tries a shot up the middle, but it falls incomplete.
Life's ball: 3rd and 2 on its own 28.
Still busy at work. Should be a good paycheck next month, which is good, as I only have three more months of the extra money.
Went live with the Appletellcast. It's still not nearly as entertaining as I want it to be, but I'm being told I have a great radio voice. Plus, I get to reference my ONU education and Taco in one shot. Kneel before Zod!
Life fakes the run then tries a shot up the middle, but it falls incomplete.
Life's ball: 3rd and 2 on its own 28.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
June 22nd - 13-13
I'm as busy at work right now as I've ever been. I've got deadlines I may not meet. I've got so much work that I'm having a hard time justifying spending a few minutes on this blog. But none of this matters to be because I'm only paying one mortgage. It's a good thing, anyway. Bidness, you know.
Dog seems to be doing better. Ate and drink last night without puking. I always call that a success. You?
My wife has it in her head now that we're going to Vegas. One of her coworkers has a house out there, and a girlfriend who can get us a free room at the Venetian. I always nervous of such ventures. I don't know this guy. I don't know his girlfriend. How do we get this free room? What happens if they break up? I'll end up owing someone something, right?
Tieraney really wants a trip, though. Been a while since we've had one, and I guess it would be good to get Vegas off the list of places she wants to see.
Life seems to content to push for small yards instead work towards field goal range, at least. Maybe they're setting us up for the deep play. Regardless, three yard run.
Life's ball: 2nd and 2 on it's own 28.
Dog seems to be doing better. Ate and drink last night without puking. I always call that a success. You?
My wife has it in her head now that we're going to Vegas. One of her coworkers has a house out there, and a girlfriend who can get us a free room at the Venetian. I always nervous of such ventures. I don't know this guy. I don't know his girlfriend. How do we get this free room? What happens if they break up? I'll end up owing someone something, right?
Tieraney really wants a trip, though. Been a while since we've had one, and I guess it would be good to get Vegas off the list of places she wants to see.
Life seems to content to push for small yards instead work towards field goal range, at least. Maybe they're setting us up for the deep play. Regardless, three yard run.
Life's ball: 2nd and 2 on it's own 28.
Monday, June 22, 2009
June 20th-21st - 13-13
Fathers' Day. I don't get it. I did things for my dad a kid, but now that I'm a dad, I really just don't get it. I'm not at all lying to you when I say that if Fathers' Day came and went without an acknowledgement from my family, I wouldn't care at all.
But they did stuff for me. The kids made a little paperweight. Tieraney bought my some chocolate covered cherries and Seattle Seahawks corn hole bags.
Do I need to explain corn hole? Is that just a midwest hick thing?
I don't play it. I get angry at those who do play it. But Tieraney found Seattle Seahawks corn hole bags at the mall. Knowing there are absolutely no other Seattle Seahawks items at the mall. She bought them. She purposely bought four, because you need eight to play, and she didn't want to imply that I should play. She just wanted to buy something of the Seahawks, and the lady said she had to buy at least four.
That's the way Tieraney and I work. It's good.
Saturday I did nothing. Sat around. Played games with the kids. Hung some shelves in the garage. Oh, we did play some miniature golf. Found a couple nice courses near Hartville, and tried one out. It would've been a decent course had the kids not been there to tear the place up. They're going to learn to respect the game or they're going to sit in the car.
Went to work from 6:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, then to the in-laws for a cookout. That was decent enough, I suppose, but we came home to find that Gelert had crapped in her crate. Got her and the crate cleaned out, then she puked twice in the house. Not sure what she ate, but I'm thinking probably it wasn't a good idea. Hope this doesn't last. That dog's coming close to ending my marriage.
Good weekend is a two yard loss, but the sick dog is called for being offsides.
Life's ball: 1st and 5 on it's own 25.
But they did stuff for me. The kids made a little paperweight. Tieraney bought my some chocolate covered cherries and Seattle Seahawks corn hole bags.
Do I need to explain corn hole? Is that just a midwest hick thing?
I don't play it. I get angry at those who do play it. But Tieraney found Seattle Seahawks corn hole bags at the mall. Knowing there are absolutely no other Seattle Seahawks items at the mall. She bought them. She purposely bought four, because you need eight to play, and she didn't want to imply that I should play. She just wanted to buy something of the Seahawks, and the lady said she had to buy at least four.
That's the way Tieraney and I work. It's good.
Saturday I did nothing. Sat around. Played games with the kids. Hung some shelves in the garage. Oh, we did play some miniature golf. Found a couple nice courses near Hartville, and tried one out. It would've been a decent course had the kids not been there to tear the place up. They're going to learn to respect the game or they're going to sit in the car.
Went to work from 6:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, then to the in-laws for a cookout. That was decent enough, I suppose, but we came home to find that Gelert had crapped in her crate. Got her and the crate cleaned out, then she puked twice in the house. Not sure what she ate, but I'm thinking probably it wasn't a good idea. Hope this doesn't last. That dog's coming close to ending my marriage.
Good weekend is a two yard loss, but the sick dog is called for being offsides.
Life's ball: 1st and 5 on it's own 25.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
June 19th - 13-13
My wife went out with her coworkers again last night. I didn't have the trouble sleeping this time, though, mainly because I knew when she'd be back. Her text messages and a thunderstorm woke me up a couple of times, but that's fine. I don't mind being awakened from sleep provided there's still time to go back to bed. I fall asleep very quickly. One of the benefits of getting five hours of sleep a night.
She and the thunderstorm did wake me up when she got home, so, at around 2:30 a.m., we did that thing. I'm likely wrong about this, but that could very well be the latest I've ever had sex. And I've learned this...I do better when I'm extremely tired. Let it be known.
Got the new iPhone 3G S, too. Because of a number mix up when I bought Tieraney's 3G last year (AT&T would let me just add the new phone onto my plan, so I had to upgrade my phone to the 3G, then swap the phone numbers so Tieraney could have it), I wasn't allowed to upgrade my first gen iPhone without paying a $100 penalty. I could've upgraded Tieraney's line and swapped numbers again, but to prevent this from being an issue every year (and for Appletell, I pretty much have to get each new iPhone), I just gave her the 3G S and took her old 3G. Now, the phone numbers are correct, according to AT&T, and I won't have to visit them every time I want a new phone.
Of course, Tieraney, bless her heart, doesn't see it that way. She just sees me giving her the better of the two phones. Perhaps that's why she was willing to have tired sex with me so early in the morning.
Works for me.
Kickoff goes into the end zone. Touchback.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on it's own 20.
She and the thunderstorm did wake me up when she got home, so, at around 2:30 a.m., we did that thing. I'm likely wrong about this, but that could very well be the latest I've ever had sex. And I've learned this...I do better when I'm extremely tired. Let it be known.
Got the new iPhone 3G S, too. Because of a number mix up when I bought Tieraney's 3G last year (AT&T would let me just add the new phone onto my plan, so I had to upgrade my phone to the 3G, then swap the phone numbers so Tieraney could have it), I wasn't allowed to upgrade my first gen iPhone without paying a $100 penalty. I could've upgraded Tieraney's line and swapped numbers again, but to prevent this from being an issue every year (and for Appletell, I pretty much have to get each new iPhone), I just gave her the 3G S and took her old 3G. Now, the phone numbers are correct, according to AT&T, and I won't have to visit them every time I want a new phone.
Of course, Tieraney, bless her heart, doesn't see it that way. She just sees me giving her the better of the two phones. Perhaps that's why she was willing to have tired sex with me so early in the morning.
Works for me.
Kickoff goes into the end zone. Touchback.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on it's own 20.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
June 17th - 12-13
Well, there you go. My first TD of season. And how'd it happen? Money and field position. I mean, I guess it was generally a good day; made a huge breakthrough in a big merchant project at work, I'm on the verge of getting a 90 hour video project (nearly $9,000 for the company) and another online merchant project, and I got some great coverage of Apple's iPhone OS 3.0 release up at Appletell yesterday.
But it was the money that did it. Just shy of $2,100 from Wells Fargo as some sort of escrow thing. Granted, that doesn't dent the $18,500 we paid to sell our house, but when you get a check for $2,100 that you didn't know was coming, that's a 21 yard pass downfield. Receiver is tackled at the end zone, but the ball's across the line.
My ball: PAT attempt.
But it was the money that did it. Just shy of $2,100 from Wells Fargo as some sort of escrow thing. Granted, that doesn't dent the $18,500 we paid to sell our house, but when you get a check for $2,100 that you didn't know was coming, that's a 21 yard pass downfield. Receiver is tackled at the end zone, but the ball's across the line.
My ball: PAT attempt.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
June 16th - 6-13
Yep. It's official. Todd Richards is the new head coach.
That handsome fellow behind him is not Rob Lowe, it's Chuck Fletcher, our new GM. Now, let's have a productive draft, find a replacement for Gaborik (who will obviously be leaving the first chance he gets), and get that third jersey announced, and all will be right in the State of Hockey.
Did I mention before that my boss was going to knock down a wall to give me my own office with the panoramic view of the parking lot? That's not going to happen now. But I am getting the old lunch room. He's buying new filing/kitchen equipment that won't look horrible in the reception area, and I finally get my own office (I get to pick the furniture and everything). No window, but so be it. Truth is, the only reason I don't have an office now is because I never wanted to give up the window. But I'm now sharing an office with a guy who openly admits that he cries when watching the kids' cartoons and another who complains all the time when it's cold, both of whom love to eat apples and potato chips all day, and I just can't take it anymore. I need me my own space. Hopefully, that'll all finish up within a couple weeks. Until then...
Looking for an open receiver in the end zone, the QB has to scramble for three.
My ball: 2nd and 7 on Life's 21.
That handsome fellow behind him is not Rob Lowe, it's Chuck Fletcher, our new GM. Now, let's have a productive draft, find a replacement for Gaborik (who will obviously be leaving the first chance he gets), and get that third jersey announced, and all will be right in the State of Hockey.
Did I mention before that my boss was going to knock down a wall to give me my own office with the panoramic view of the parking lot? That's not going to happen now. But I am getting the old lunch room. He's buying new filing/kitchen equipment that won't look horrible in the reception area, and I finally get my own office (I get to pick the furniture and everything). No window, but so be it. Truth is, the only reason I don't have an office now is because I never wanted to give up the window. But I'm now sharing an office with a guy who openly admits that he cries when watching the kids' cartoons and another who complains all the time when it's cold, both of whom love to eat apples and potato chips all day, and I just can't take it anymore. I need me my own space. Hopefully, that'll all finish up within a couple weeks. Until then...
Looking for an open receiver in the end zone, the QB has to scramble for three.
My ball: 2nd and 7 on Life's 21.
June 15th - 6-13
My hockey team has a new coach. At least, it looks like we do. It hasn't been officially announced, but it's pretty much confirmed that the second coach in franchise history (as the Wild, since 2000), will be Todd Richards.
Now, I know nothing about hockey coaches. Until this season, I could've named you two: Jaques Lemaire of my team, and Wayne Gretzky of the Phoenix Coyotes. I only know Gretzky because I already knew the name. Note to parents, if you want people to remember your children and what they do, give them names people already know: Elvis, Jesus and Charo.
So, as I always do when I learn something like this, I went to the forums. Richards is being very well received by the fan base. Not a lot of NHL coaching experience, but he was very successful in the minors, and was the assistant coach of the San Jose Sharks last year as they made run to the President's Trophy. We also have a new GM that people like, and it's all looking pretty good. A full change from the mediocrity and underperformance that has pretty much been a staple for the last few years. I'm encouraged.
Bought a new crate for the dog, too, as she was starting to bend the wires in the old one, and figured out how to bypass (and eat) the bungie cords. This one's mostly plastic. Offers more "protection." We'll see how it goes.
Good Wild news leads to a first down.
My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 24.
Now, I know nothing about hockey coaches. Until this season, I could've named you two: Jaques Lemaire of my team, and Wayne Gretzky of the Phoenix Coyotes. I only know Gretzky because I already knew the name. Note to parents, if you want people to remember your children and what they do, give them names people already know: Elvis, Jesus and Charo.
So, as I always do when I learn something like this, I went to the forums. Richards is being very well received by the fan base. Not a lot of NHL coaching experience, but he was very successful in the minors, and was the assistant coach of the San Jose Sharks last year as they made run to the President's Trophy. We also have a new GM that people like, and it's all looking pretty good. A full change from the mediocrity and underperformance that has pretty much been a staple for the last few years. I'm encouraged.
Bought a new crate for the dog, too, as she was starting to bend the wires in the old one, and figured out how to bypass (and eat) the bungie cords. This one's mostly plastic. Offers more "protection." We'll see how it goes.
Good Wild news leads to a first down.
My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 24.
Monday, June 15, 2009
June 13th-14th - 6-13
I can say, maybe even without exaggeration, that I worked this entire weekend. Office in the morning, then lunch, priming the garage interior until supper and the kids' bedtime. Sunday morning was church, then lunch, then painting the garage interior until dinner, then more painting, then cleaning up the garage, then the kids' bedtime.
But the garage does look good. Before, it was just unfinished drywall. Now, it's all white and happy, but it does need this on the back wall:
That worth $90? Answer = yes!
Best part of working the garage? Tieraney helped. She threw on her old Stone Cold University t-shirt and some tight little shorts and got to paintin. It was kind of wonderful. Sadly, she would not let me paint her shirt or face like couples do in montage scenes in romantic comedies.
Result of all the garage work is that I got me no mowing done, so I'll have to take off early today to do that. Also, Gelert has managed to figure out how to get the bungie cords off the cage (bungie cords were there because she figured out how to open the doors), so I have to buy a stronger, more secure cage. Or just open the back door and return her to nature. That's likely an insensitive thing to do, but a hell of a lot cheaper.
Solid weekend of work (and another big project out of the way) is good for a seven yard screen pass.
My ball: 3rd and 3 on Life's 29.
But the garage does look good. Before, it was just unfinished drywall. Now, it's all white and happy, but it does need this on the back wall:
That worth $90? Answer = yes!
Best part of working the garage? Tieraney helped. She threw on her old Stone Cold University t-shirt and some tight little shorts and got to paintin. It was kind of wonderful. Sadly, she would not let me paint her shirt or face like couples do in montage scenes in romantic comedies.
Result of all the garage work is that I got me no mowing done, so I'll have to take off early today to do that. Also, Gelert has managed to figure out how to get the bungie cords off the cage (bungie cords were there because she figured out how to open the doors), so I have to buy a stronger, more secure cage. Or just open the back door and return her to nature. That's likely an insensitive thing to do, but a hell of a lot cheaper.
Solid weekend of work (and another big project out of the way) is good for a seven yard screen pass.
My ball: 3rd and 3 on Life's 29.
Saturday, June 13, 2009
June 12th - 6-13
Wait. What just happened? Did another friggin' Pittsburgh team when a championship? Lord, how I hate that town. No tourism dollars will they ever get from me. Take that, Shittsburgh! Ha ha!
Uneventful Friday. Worked till late. Watched an episode of "Pushing Daisies" and "Reno 911," watched the end of the hockey game, then went to bed. Maybe I'll actually get something done this weekend. Paint the interior of the garage, perhaps. Put the Seahawks logo up in there somewhere, perhaps. And speaking of the garage, the door wouldn't shut last night when I got home. I was able to monkey around with some switch so it would, and it closed fine this morning, but I anticipate some trouble there. I guess summer's the time for that, though.
Incomplete pass.
My ball: 2nd and 10 on Life's 36.
Uneventful Friday. Worked till late. Watched an episode of "Pushing Daisies" and "Reno 911," watched the end of the hockey game, then went to bed. Maybe I'll actually get something done this weekend. Paint the interior of the garage, perhaps. Put the Seahawks logo up in there somewhere, perhaps. And speaking of the garage, the door wouldn't shut last night when I got home. I was able to monkey around with some switch so it would, and it closed fine this morning, but I anticipate some trouble there. I guess summer's the time for that, though.
Incomplete pass.
My ball: 2nd and 10 on Life's 36.
Friday, June 12, 2009
June 11th - 6-13
Graduation from Safety Town. Safety Town is no longer a town. It's a class. When I went back in the mid-70s in Ashland of the Ohio, it was a fake little town. Not so in late 00s Mogadore. But Sophie learned about good and bad touch (they neglect to teach them that when you reach my age, all touches are good), about kite safety, that you should never help a stranger find his dog, to test your batteries once a month, and stuff like that. Sophie got a junior fireman's badge, which I explained to her means that if there's a fire and all the senior firemen are busy, she has to go put it out. I didn't tell her I'm joking. She didn't ask.
As with all kid events, more cake and stuff afterwards. As with all kid events, I didn't stick around. Tieraney and I took Sophie out to Pizza Hut for a celebratory lunch. Let it be known, by the way, that Pizza Hut's lasagna is better than the Olive Garden's.
I'm having trouble staying up past 10:00, by the way. I mean, I can, but it's a fight. Age? Maybe, but also that I get up at 4:45 every morning. I'm told most people don't.
Oh, and I already had my first oil change on my car. Two months, and already I'm pushing 4,000 miles. I need a job closer to home.
Run picks up the first down.
My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 36.
As with all kid events, more cake and stuff afterwards. As with all kid events, I didn't stick around. Tieraney and I took Sophie out to Pizza Hut for a celebratory lunch. Let it be known, by the way, that Pizza Hut's lasagna is better than the Olive Garden's.
I'm having trouble staying up past 10:00, by the way. I mean, I can, but it's a fight. Age? Maybe, but also that I get up at 4:45 every morning. I'm told most people don't.
Oh, and I already had my first oil change on my car. Two months, and already I'm pushing 4,000 miles. I need a job closer to home.
Run picks up the first down.
My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 36.
June 10th - 6-13
Sophie has graduated from day care. I bought her the same thing my parents bought me. Luggage.
That's a lie. I mean, I did get luggage from mom and dad, but that was for high school graduation. I never graduated from day care. I never went. The event consisted of the kids wearing little white gowns and handmade caps, standing on a stage, and singing day care songs. One was about an alligator eating a cocky monkey. Another was the Hokey Pokey. Now, you think that sounds dumb, but seriously, what would you have rather done at your graduation? Listened to some boring conservative political speaker tell you believe in yourself or sang songs about the brutality of nature?
There was cake and cookies and such afterwards, but I grabbed my family and headed out for Mexican afterwards. It was hot in there, Sam was getting restless, and I was getting hungry for the burrito.
Although I don't get it, I'm told this was a big day, so we'll call it a big play, too. At the very least, I'm now just a couple months away from no longer paying for day care for the girl.
My ball: 2nd and 2 on Life's 40.
That's a lie. I mean, I did get luggage from mom and dad, but that was for high school graduation. I never graduated from day care. I never went. The event consisted of the kids wearing little white gowns and handmade caps, standing on a stage, and singing day care songs. One was about an alligator eating a cocky monkey. Another was the Hokey Pokey. Now, you think that sounds dumb, but seriously, what would you have rather done at your graduation? Listened to some boring conservative political speaker tell you believe in yourself or sang songs about the brutality of nature?
There was cake and cookies and such afterwards, but I grabbed my family and headed out for Mexican afterwards. It was hot in there, Sam was getting restless, and I was getting hungry for the burrito.
Although I don't get it, I'm told this was a big day, so we'll call it a big play, too. At the very least, I'm now just a couple months away from no longer paying for day care for the girl.
My ball: 2nd and 2 on Life's 40.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
June 9th - 6-13
Happy anniversary, Tieraney.
Happy anniversary, Kirk.
It's been eight. How do you celebrate eight years of marriage? Simple. A gift card to PF Chang's, a bag of cashews, some buckeye balls, and a magnet. What do you to spend the evening? You play Nintendo while your wife reads "Twilight" again. Didn't even get home until 8:00, after all. I'll be home early Wednesday, though. Sophie's graduation from day care, I may have mentioned. Ma and Pa Hiner are coming up for it, so we'll take them out to dinner afterwards. So festive.
Am I the only one who doesn't get why day care graduation is a big deal? She still goes every day. I still pay every week. What's going on?
8th anniversary means eight yard pass.
My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 48.
Happy anniversary, Kirk.
It's been eight. How do you celebrate eight years of marriage? Simple. A gift card to PF Chang's, a bag of cashews, some buckeye balls, and a magnet. What do you to spend the evening? You play Nintendo while your wife reads "Twilight" again. Didn't even get home until 8:00, after all. I'll be home early Wednesday, though. Sophie's graduation from day care, I may have mentioned. Ma and Pa Hiner are coming up for it, so we'll take them out to dinner afterwards. So festive.
Am I the only one who doesn't get why day care graduation is a big deal? She still goes every day. I still pay every week. What's going on?
8th anniversary means eight yard pass.
My ball: 1st and 10 on Life's 48.
June 8th - 6-13
You know, I could be tied with life come halftime. I need to start pressing.
Didn't do as well on the WWDC live blog as I'd hoped. Just over 6,000 pageviews. Hopefully, our follow up will make up for the low numbers. Kind of a lame keynote, anyway, but who cares? Apple doesn't need to roll out something amazing every time they address the media or their developers, but it's a been bit since they've given us anything great. The good news is that the new products don't come out until the end of month, giving me another surge in pageviews. I'd love to get the site up above 300,000 for the first time...mainly because if I do that twice in a row I get a hefty bonus.
Sophie's first day of Safety Town, and she learned to not fly a kite near a power line. I wonder if they first had to teach the kids what a kite is. We have kites, yes, and we've tried to fly them. We don't have power lines, though. Those are underground in my neighborhood. Also underground? The neighborhood raves. Not enough ecstasy to share with general public.
End run gets three before the halfback is pushed out of bounds.
My ball: 3rd and 3 on my own 44.
Didn't do as well on the WWDC live blog as I'd hoped. Just over 6,000 pageviews. Hopefully, our follow up will make up for the low numbers. Kind of a lame keynote, anyway, but who cares? Apple doesn't need to roll out something amazing every time they address the media or their developers, but it's a been bit since they've given us anything great. The good news is that the new products don't come out until the end of month, giving me another surge in pageviews. I'd love to get the site up above 300,000 for the first time...mainly because if I do that twice in a row I get a hefty bonus.
Sophie's first day of Safety Town, and she learned to not fly a kite near a power line. I wonder if they first had to teach the kids what a kite is. We have kites, yes, and we've tried to fly them. We don't have power lines, though. Those are underground in my neighborhood. Also underground? The neighborhood raves. Not enough ecstasy to share with general public.
End run gets three before the halfback is pushed out of bounds.
My ball: 3rd and 3 on my own 44.
Monday, June 8, 2009
June 6th-7th - 6-13
No time to blog this morning. I'm preparing for the WWDC Keynote live blog this afternoon. Plenty of promotion required. "I work real hard just to earn my pay / then I drink all night, it's the only way."
This weekend, though. Went to see "Drag Me to Hell." A fine movie, as far as comedy/horror movies go. I yelped. Not at a scary part, but at a bit of physical comedy. I cannot remember ever having yelped during a movie. Good times. And who knew sacrificing a cat could set up such fantastic comedy?
Sunday, I worked. Washed cars, mowed the lawn, and stuff. The bad news is that while planting flowers in front of the house, I discovered that a huge section of our mulch was nothing but mold. Looked good on top, but was white and crusty immediately underneath. I dug up and threw out what I could, but will have to entirely re-mulch that area next spring, I'm guessing. Not sure how things like this happen. Not sure I care. As long as I've only got one flower bed to mulch, I'll continue to just let stuff like this roll off my back.
Decent run on first down.
My ball: 2nd and 6 on my own 41.
This weekend, though. Went to see "Drag Me to Hell." A fine movie, as far as comedy/horror movies go. I yelped. Not at a scary part, but at a bit of physical comedy. I cannot remember ever having yelped during a movie. Good times. And who knew sacrificing a cat could set up such fantastic comedy?
Sunday, I worked. Washed cars, mowed the lawn, and stuff. The bad news is that while planting flowers in front of the house, I discovered that a huge section of our mulch was nothing but mold. Looked good on top, but was white and crusty immediately underneath. I dug up and threw out what I could, but will have to entirely re-mulch that area next spring, I'm guessing. Not sure how things like this happen. Not sure I care. As long as I've only got one flower bed to mulch, I'll continue to just let stuff like this roll off my back.
Decent run on first down.
My ball: 2nd and 6 on my own 41.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
June 5th - 6-13
What the hell? I got no check from anyone yesterday. Something ain't right about that.
Slow day at work. Got some hours in, but spent the bulk of my time arguing with a coworker about why athletes should be allowed to celebrate during games, that it's rarely "stroking their ego" (you ever see a football player celebrating a touchdown by himself?), and that stomping off a field or court is a good thing. Seems I'm more and more alone in my belief that athletes should play with passion, and that part of that expressing that passion, good or bad.
Although...wait a minute. I'm speaking directly about the NFL here, but does it seem they punish players for being happy, but reward them for being upset? If you score a touchdown or make a sack and celebrate too much, you're penalized. Can't dance. Can't joke around. Just get your ass off the field. You're not celebrating your performance, you're mocking the other team's performance, and that's WRONG. But if you screw up--say, if you drop a TD pass--and you pound your fist in the turf, you walk away from your teammates instead of towards them, you bang your hands on your helmet, then that's fine. Be disappointed in yourself, and express it. Be proud of yourself, and you'd better just keep that bottled up inside until after the game.
Conversely, you're allowed to be as happy as you want after the game. After the game, you can jump around and smile and dance and, effectively, taunt the opposing team all you want. They're losers, winner is you. But, after the game, you can't be mad and hit your helmet. You can't just walk off the field as if nothing happened. You have to stand before the press and show just the proper amount of remorse. Be sad, but no too sad. Criticize yourself, maybe, but no one else. No officials. No opposing players. Here's your stock list of things to say; don't stray from the list. Don't talk like you're a fan of the game, because fans are idiots. They speak with emotion, not with PR firm coaching.
It baffles me, really. As a fan, I want the players to feel and react the same way I do. I want to see that emotion...the celebrations, the anger, the despair. I think this is mostly because I don't see this big separation between myself and the athletes. I don't think the game is bigger than the people playing it, or that they need to feel lucky or privileged to be doing so. Dude has talent, dude worked hard, dude got drafted. It's not like a professional athlete is just handed his jersey. He had to work very, very hard to get there. The game should respect him. Yet, if he shares the level of emotion that I do, reacts to losses and mistakes the same way I do, that's somehow disrespecting the game, and, therefore, me. Does that make any sense?
Perhaps it's because so many people have a tinge of jealousy towards athletes. The older players who are now commentators and see the punk kids breaking all their records. The analysts and fans who had dreams of playing the game, but just didn't have the talent or drive to get there. These athletes are millionaires. What does Lebron James have to be so unhappy about when I'm selling a house at an $18,500 dollar loss and continuing to work 13 hour days to get back up out of debt? Screw you, Lebron, right? Shake Howard's hand, you bastard, my ticket money is paying your salary.
[This is not true. I've never paid for basketball ticket or any NBA license merchandise, and likely never will.]
Orlando Brown of the Cleveland Browns had a penalty flag thrown into his eye during a game. When the ref who threw it came over to see if he was okay, Brown pushed him to the ground. He was crucified by the press and by fans. My boss said he'd never take his kid to a football game again because of that. Never mind that Brown's career was ended by that stupid mistake from the ref. Never mind that...hell, eye injuries hurt. Badly. Someone pokes me in the eye then gets in my face to see if I'm okay, I'm shoving the bastard down, too. Doesn't matter how much bigger the football player is than the poor old ref, the football player is the one in tremendous pain.
I've stolen to much from Jividen's Blog of Revelation already. So, I'll stop here with this thought. Sports fans like to believe that there's a romanticism to these games. That the fun and purity of playing as a kid, and their view of professional athletes at that time, somehow remains as players work their way up to the professional level. When that doesn't happen, when professional athletes behave like adults, those who didn't get through and don't understand what it means to be a professional athlete hold that against him. Heaven knows I wouldn't act like that, right? If I were given that opportunity, I wouldn't push down a ref or dance in the end zone, and I'd certainly shake everybody's hand and give everyone an autograph.
'Cause you know, that's exactly what I do as a web designer. I don't celebrate a new client, I send cards of congratulations to other web development companies when they take one of my clients, and I never push down my boss when he throws a computer mouse into my eye.
Life punts, fair catch.
My ball: 1st and 10 on my own 37.
Slow day at work. Got some hours in, but spent the bulk of my time arguing with a coworker about why athletes should be allowed to celebrate during games, that it's rarely "stroking their ego" (you ever see a football player celebrating a touchdown by himself?), and that stomping off a field or court is a good thing. Seems I'm more and more alone in my belief that athletes should play with passion, and that part of that expressing that passion, good or bad.
Although...wait a minute. I'm speaking directly about the NFL here, but does it seem they punish players for being happy, but reward them for being upset? If you score a touchdown or make a sack and celebrate too much, you're penalized. Can't dance. Can't joke around. Just get your ass off the field. You're not celebrating your performance, you're mocking the other team's performance, and that's WRONG. But if you screw up--say, if you drop a TD pass--and you pound your fist in the turf, you walk away from your teammates instead of towards them, you bang your hands on your helmet, then that's fine. Be disappointed in yourself, and express it. Be proud of yourself, and you'd better just keep that bottled up inside until after the game.
Conversely, you're allowed to be as happy as you want after the game. After the game, you can jump around and smile and dance and, effectively, taunt the opposing team all you want. They're losers, winner is you. But, after the game, you can't be mad and hit your helmet. You can't just walk off the field as if nothing happened. You have to stand before the press and show just the proper amount of remorse. Be sad, but no too sad. Criticize yourself, maybe, but no one else. No officials. No opposing players. Here's your stock list of things to say; don't stray from the list. Don't talk like you're a fan of the game, because fans are idiots. They speak with emotion, not with PR firm coaching.
It baffles me, really. As a fan, I want the players to feel and react the same way I do. I want to see that emotion...the celebrations, the anger, the despair. I think this is mostly because I don't see this big separation between myself and the athletes. I don't think the game is bigger than the people playing it, or that they need to feel lucky or privileged to be doing so. Dude has talent, dude worked hard, dude got drafted. It's not like a professional athlete is just handed his jersey. He had to work very, very hard to get there. The game should respect him. Yet, if he shares the level of emotion that I do, reacts to losses and mistakes the same way I do, that's somehow disrespecting the game, and, therefore, me. Does that make any sense?
Perhaps it's because so many people have a tinge of jealousy towards athletes. The older players who are now commentators and see the punk kids breaking all their records. The analysts and fans who had dreams of playing the game, but just didn't have the talent or drive to get there. These athletes are millionaires. What does Lebron James have to be so unhappy about when I'm selling a house at an $18,500 dollar loss and continuing to work 13 hour days to get back up out of debt? Screw you, Lebron, right? Shake Howard's hand, you bastard, my ticket money is paying your salary.
[This is not true. I've never paid for basketball ticket or any NBA license merchandise, and likely never will.]
Orlando Brown of the Cleveland Browns had a penalty flag thrown into his eye during a game. When the ref who threw it came over to see if he was okay, Brown pushed him to the ground. He was crucified by the press and by fans. My boss said he'd never take his kid to a football game again because of that. Never mind that Brown's career was ended by that stupid mistake from the ref. Never mind that...hell, eye injuries hurt. Badly. Someone pokes me in the eye then gets in my face to see if I'm okay, I'm shoving the bastard down, too. Doesn't matter how much bigger the football player is than the poor old ref, the football player is the one in tremendous pain.
I've stolen to much from Jividen's Blog of Revelation already. So, I'll stop here with this thought. Sports fans like to believe that there's a romanticism to these games. That the fun and purity of playing as a kid, and their view of professional athletes at that time, somehow remains as players work their way up to the professional level. When that doesn't happen, when professional athletes behave like adults, those who didn't get through and don't understand what it means to be a professional athlete hold that against him. Heaven knows I wouldn't act like that, right? If I were given that opportunity, I wouldn't push down a ref or dance in the end zone, and I'd certainly shake everybody's hand and give everyone an autograph.
'Cause you know, that's exactly what I do as a web designer. I don't celebrate a new client, I send cards of congratulations to other web development companies when they take one of my clients, and I never push down my boss when he throws a computer mouse into my eye.
Life punts, fair catch.
My ball: 1st and 10 on my own 37.
Friday, June 5, 2009
June 4th - 6-13
My dog seems to be getting along better with her crate. Not as much hair outside and saliva inside when Tieraney gets home to let her out, and no more bloody snouts. We have broken her spirit! Fantastic! Crush that dog's soul!
To compensate, I'm playing with her more and taking her for more walks. For although my general feelings on dogs is that, you know, they're dogs, I still want to treat Gelert well. That's my thing, you know. Well, until there's pee on the carpet. All philosophies of life and love are tossed into the disposal when there's pee on the carpet.
Another check yesterday. Just shy of $150. This is for overpayment of a loan that was paid off by our closing costs. We'll be getting a few of these.
In other news, Tieraney tells me her coworkers now want to make their "girls' night out" a monthly event. Bullshit to that. If she gets a night a month away from the house, then we'd agree that I get one, too. We're fair that way. That kills two Friday or Saturday nights a month, leaving only two for us to actually do anything, you know, together. Opportunities are rare when you've got the kids and the debt, so no.
On the other hand, Tieraney tends to return from these things a little bit drunk (when she's not driving, of course), and that leads to the "let him do what he wants" lovin', so...
QB throws the ball out of bounds to avoid the sack.
Life's ball: 4th and 8 on their own 26.
To compensate, I'm playing with her more and taking her for more walks. For although my general feelings on dogs is that, you know, they're dogs, I still want to treat Gelert well. That's my thing, you know. Well, until there's pee on the carpet. All philosophies of life and love are tossed into the disposal when there's pee on the carpet.
Another check yesterday. Just shy of $150. This is for overpayment of a loan that was paid off by our closing costs. We'll be getting a few of these.
In other news, Tieraney tells me her coworkers now want to make their "girls' night out" a monthly event. Bullshit to that. If she gets a night a month away from the house, then we'd agree that I get one, too. We're fair that way. That kills two Friday or Saturday nights a month, leaving only two for us to actually do anything, you know, together. Opportunities are rare when you've got the kids and the debt, so no.
On the other hand, Tieraney tends to return from these things a little bit drunk (when she's not driving, of course), and that leads to the "let him do what he wants" lovin', so...
QB throws the ball out of bounds to avoid the sack.
Life's ball: 4th and 8 on their own 26.
June 3rd - 6-13
I got a check for $2,600, or thereabouts. That's always a good day. Even if you know it's coming, it's a good day. It was the second half of my tax return, since I did it incorrectly the first time. That money's long gone, of course. It's one scoop of water tossed out of my flooding boat, but I'll take it.
I haven't been very productive lately. I need to fix that.
1st down pass over the middle is well defended.
Life's ball: 3rd and 8 on their own 26.
I haven't been very productive lately. I need to fix that.
1st down pass over the middle is well defended.
Life's ball: 3rd and 8 on their own 26.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
June 2nd - 6-13
A day of things.
First, I went to the dentist. The dentist says my gums sure do bleed a lot when they jab them with sharp objects. Ya think, dentist? Know when they don't bleed? When they're not being stabbed. But I've still got no cavities, and the x-rays show they're solid, so we'll call that a success.
Second, Nintendo's E3 press conference. I'm a big fan of the video games. I enjoy the process of playing them. It's the last form of entertainment that pleases me on a consistent basis. And Nintendo had some great games to announce, so that's cool. Something to look forward to, anyway.
Third, I went to my first Mac Users' Group meeting. It's frightening when, at my age, I'm the youngest person in a group, but so be it. It was kind of a mess, and mostly pretty useless (I should be presenting at these things), but I can see how it'll be helpful once I get into the swing of it. The meeting was held at one of those freaky large churches...the kind where the cafe is larger than the sanctuary at my church. The kind where the land is referred to as a campus, not a plot. And apparently the kind where they rent out rooms to Mac User Groups. I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure my church only has AA meetings in it. And I'm pretty sure they get to meet for free.
Anyway, even scarier than the crazy church compound was the torpedo on someone's front lawn on the way to the meeting. At least, I think it was a torpedo. Maybe it was a bomb. Shaped more like a torpedo, though. Regardless, there it was, sitting on the lawn, right up against the road. How one gets a torpedo, I don't know. How one convinces his wife that the best place for it is on the lawn, I really don't know. I just know that before long, I'll need to get a picture, because that's 256 shades of awesome.
Run is stuffed, but the halfback lunges for a couple.
Life's ball: 2nd and 8 on their own 26.
First, I went to the dentist. The dentist says my gums sure do bleed a lot when they jab them with sharp objects. Ya think, dentist? Know when they don't bleed? When they're not being stabbed. But I've still got no cavities, and the x-rays show they're solid, so we'll call that a success.
Second, Nintendo's E3 press conference. I'm a big fan of the video games. I enjoy the process of playing them. It's the last form of entertainment that pleases me on a consistent basis. And Nintendo had some great games to announce, so that's cool. Something to look forward to, anyway.
Third, I went to my first Mac Users' Group meeting. It's frightening when, at my age, I'm the youngest person in a group, but so be it. It was kind of a mess, and mostly pretty useless (I should be presenting at these things), but I can see how it'll be helpful once I get into the swing of it. The meeting was held at one of those freaky large churches...the kind where the cafe is larger than the sanctuary at my church. The kind where the land is referred to as a campus, not a plot. And apparently the kind where they rent out rooms to Mac User Groups. I'm not certain, but I'm pretty sure my church only has AA meetings in it. And I'm pretty sure they get to meet for free.
Anyway, even scarier than the crazy church compound was the torpedo on someone's front lawn on the way to the meeting. At least, I think it was a torpedo. Maybe it was a bomb. Shaped more like a torpedo, though. Regardless, there it was, sitting on the lawn, right up against the road. How one gets a torpedo, I don't know. How one convinces his wife that the best place for it is on the lawn, I really don't know. I just know that before long, I'll need to get a picture, because that's 256 shades of awesome.
Run is stuffed, but the halfback lunges for a couple.
Life's ball: 2nd and 8 on their own 26.
June 1st - 6-13
I got my new football jersey. Houshmandzadeh away authentic. T.J. wasn't my choice, but it was free, and you don't turn down $250 worth of free. Now, I just need my throwback home replica, and I've got all the jerseys I need for a while.
For a while.
What I really want now is authentic helmet. Modern and throwback would be nice, but I'll satisfied enough with the modern helmet. Because seriously, what team has a better looking helmet than Seattle? I have the answer for you. It's none. None teams.
Not much else aside from that. Trying to get Gelert crate trained. Dog doesn't like the crate. She apparently claws and bites at it all day, and his therefore scratching her snout up something furious. She'll have to learn. Got no other choice. I've no sympathy for a dog that pees on my new floors.
Kickoff returned to the 24.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on their own 24.
For a while.
What I really want now is authentic helmet. Modern and throwback would be nice, but I'll satisfied enough with the modern helmet. Because seriously, what team has a better looking helmet than Seattle? I have the answer for you. It's none. None teams.
Not much else aside from that. Trying to get Gelert crate trained. Dog doesn't like the crate. She apparently claws and bites at it all day, and his therefore scratching her snout up something furious. She'll have to learn. Got no other choice. I've no sympathy for a dog that pees on my new floors.
Kickoff returned to the 24.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on their own 24.
Monday, June 1, 2009
May 30th-31st - 6-13
I did this weekend what people do on weekends; I mowed, I cleaned up the garage, I pulled weeds, I repotted flowers. Tieraney and I had hoped to go see "Drag Me to Hell," but we couldn't round up a babysitter. Maybe next weekend.
Interesting task on Saturday night. Our dog had been suffering incontinence, which we didn't really know about until after our house started smelling like urine. We knew she'd peed on the floor a couple times, but thought we'd managed to clean it up quickly enough.
Wrong.
I took a black light to the floor the other night, and discovered that before we put her on the meds, the dining room and living room of the house had pretty much become her private bathroom. And now, because there's so much dried urine in the carpet, she thinks she just go there whenever she wants.
Animals suck, by the way. I used to love animals, but no more. They're fine out in the woods, but I have no desire to ever bring one into my house again.
So anyway, I spent Saturday night after everyone was in bed shining the black light on the floor and drenching the dining room carpet in Nature's Miracle, which is supposed to be able to get rid of the urine (and, therefore, the smell). If this stuff works, we'll move on to the living room, hoping that hold us over until the dog's dead (or until I get sick of her and just open the back door (she's a huskie, and will therefore never return)) and we can buy new carpet.
To quote my father, "Damn, dumb dog."
Anyway, my piss house isn't enough to prevent a field goal as we head towards the end of the half.
Interesting task on Saturday night. Our dog had been suffering incontinence, which we didn't really know about until after our house started smelling like urine. We knew she'd peed on the floor a couple times, but thought we'd managed to clean it up quickly enough.
Wrong.
I took a black light to the floor the other night, and discovered that before we put her on the meds, the dining room and living room of the house had pretty much become her private bathroom. And now, because there's so much dried urine in the carpet, she thinks she just go there whenever she wants.
Animals suck, by the way. I used to love animals, but no more. They're fine out in the woods, but I have no desire to ever bring one into my house again.
So anyway, I spent Saturday night after everyone was in bed shining the black light on the floor and drenching the dining room carpet in Nature's Miracle, which is supposed to be able to get rid of the urine (and, therefore, the smell). If this stuff works, we'll move on to the living room, hoping that hold us over until the dog's dead (or until I get sick of her and just open the back door (she's a huskie, and will therefore never return)) and we can buy new carpet.
To quote my father, "Damn, dumb dog."
Anyway, my piss house isn't enough to prevent a field goal as we head towards the end of the half.
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