I just got home from a doggy lama appointment featuring two completely out of control Dachshunds. And, by out of control, I mean batshit crazy, bitey, barky, obnoxious in the extreme. I purposely wore boots and thick jeans. Had I not, I'd have sustained about 10 bites from the bigger of the two.
Do you know what doesn't help a pair of crazy dogs to calm down? Having their people point at each other and snark, "Heh, it's your fault," that's what. Those poor little creatures have no chance if the people don't get their crap together.
At one point, I was so aggro with the woman, I lost my cool and said,"I'm so OVER you and the snickering." Probably not my best move, but OY.
In the end, I had a much better experience of the gentleman and have faith that he will at least try to help the dogs. I'm really, really glad I didn't ask him what he does of a living until I left. It might have given me pause before I got to know him. He just finished writing the biography for one of W's posse. Think: rhymes with 'Gummy.'
It's an interesting neighborhood I live in.
There isn't much I hate worse than that woozy feeling.
It wasn't the dizzy as much as the cold sweats. Dizzy I can chalk up to "stuffy head, inner ear being weird" or something like that.
But the cold sweats? Shit, man, as soon as those started -- in conjunction with the dizziness -- I knew I wasn't going to remain vertical. I hate it when my body disobeys my brain!
But the cold sweats? Shit, man, as soon as those started -- in conjunction with the dizziness -- I knew I wasn't going to remain vertical. I hate it when my body disobeys my brain!
THIS is what I am saying! Ick to infinity.
Yeesh, Steph.
Erin, I'd say the original estimate was a slam dunk, but this still sounds very much in the good idea category. In addition to your utility costs, I'd guess this would be a big factor if you decide to sell down the road.
Eesh, Steph. Not a nutritionist, but there's not much protein in what you described, and especially if you work out you need protein. But it sounds like you realize that.
quester, was it a slice or a puncture wound? If the former, you're probably okay to skip the booster. Tetanus tends to happen in deep puncture wounds that don't bleed much.
Eesh, Steph. Not a nutritionist, but there's not much protein in what you described, and especially if you work out you need protein. But it sounds like you realize that.
I know.
t /shame
I just hadn't been to the gym in over 6 weeks thanks to the 18th-century lung disease, and I really got out of the habit of fueling up properly. Plus, I think I thought that a slow walk (seriously, it was about a 22- to 24-minute mile, and I only walked a half-mile) wouldn't require all that much from me.
Clearly I my brain was addled, no doubt from the lack of protein....
Clearly I my brain was addled, no doubt from the lack of protein....
You know what's full of protein? Brains.
You know who never passes out at the gym? Zombies.
Draw your own conclusions.
You know who never passes out at the gym? Zombies.
Yeah, but they fall off the treadmill a lot.
And occasionally they get their intestines caught up in the exercise bike.
And trying to clean up after them when they're done with the weight machines?
A literal nightmare.
