Unpack unpack unpack unpack try to sleep work work work unpack try to sleep…
Yuck. Someday. Someday I will be unpacked. I mean there can’t ACTUALLY be an infinite amount of stuff to unpack and put away, right? RIGHT?
Unpack unpack unpack unpack try to sleep work work work unpack try to sleep…
Yuck. Someday. Someday I will be unpacked. I mean there can’t ACTUALLY be an infinite amount of stuff to unpack and put away, right? RIGHT?
Lexi is 8, and she may look a little sorrowful, but that’s just a boxer thing, I assure you.
I haven’t posted a kelpie puppy before. I think you’ll agree that Rocky, 2 months old and raring to go, was well worth the wait.
I ran across Captain yesterday, and discovered that I had missed his birthday by two days: he turned two on Saturday. Please join me in wishing him an only-slightly-belated happy birthday! Tomorrow I will show you a picture or two of his little brother, who is utterly ridiculous.
I have gotten my queen bed together, finished putting up the second set of shelves (the third set are partly sitting in the storage area holding Autumn’s final load of stuff, and thus aren’t quite available for use yet), put together an Ikea closet organizer, unloaded several boxes, listened to several hours of an audiobook of Mark Twain’s ‘A Tramp Abroad’ (a bit uneven but by and large just as much fun as anything else he wrote), and I still seem to have just as much left to do as I did when I started this morning. UNPACKING SUCKS!
Also, the used dishwasher with which my landlord replaced the new dishwasher that I had before moving out, apparently so he could move the new one into another apartment (perhaps his daughter’s?), seems to have stopped working. To be fair, I’ve washed literally all of my dishes before I put them away (and only have one or possibly two loads to go), so it’s been a bit busy, but I don’t think that’s a good enough excuse, and if I can’t figure out what’s wrong with the damn thing tomorrow I’m going to gently hint that I’d like a working one, please and thank you. I swear, some people.
I choose to believe that in Rocket’s (4-year-old) case, ‘rescue dog’ means that she roams the streets, making sure that everyone is all right and helping those in need.
I am around half unpacked. I have SO MANY GREAT DOGS TO POST, but I am holding off on setting up all my computer stuff because I know once I do my unpacking will slow drastically. So I am going to keep unpacking until I can see MOST of the floor of my apartment.
Assuming I maintain far more self-control than I usually do, anyway.
My notes say Baci is eight. He looks eight MONTHS old!
I forgot that I spent almost two months packing my stuff, and figured it would only take a couple days to unpack. Yeah, uh, about that. I’ve now been at it for a week, only two of those days taken up by work, and I’m … not even close to done. Although I am putting stuff away in a much more organized way than it was before. We’ll see how long that lasts.
I do, at least, have a bed. It’s not my main bed, which I’m still missing a couple pieces of hardware for. Those pieces are weird enough that I think I’m going to have some serious issues replacing them, too. We’ll see. But at least I have my bunk bed put together. Now if only I had anything I could use to climb INTO the bunk bed. (Because the bottom bunk is actually a desk, and although the top bunk is comfy once you get into it, I am no longer twelve, twenty-four, or even forty-eight.)
I’m still not dead! Though unpacking my apartment is going veeeeerrrryyy slooooooowly. Still, that’s no excuse for depriving you folks of cute pups, and I ran across a new breed just yesterday: the Phu Quoc, or Vietnamese Ridgeback. I didn’t even know there were other kinds of ridgebacks besides the Rhodesian, but apparently there is one more (Korean) that I have yet to meet. Neat!
By the way, I highly recommend reading the Wikipedia entry on the Phu Quoc ridgeback because it has a really neat story down near the bottom.
I even sort of have a place to live. But I’m sleeping on a mattress on the floor and the entire place is covered in a quarter inch of dust and the contractors have screwed up the wall paint so badly that it would actually be hilarious if I didn’t have to live here.
I’ll have more dogs for you soon, I promise. I may even see if I can post a cat or two tomorrow, just to keep my hand in.
Had to pick a dog I ran into today to be my New Year’s Dog, so here’s Apollo, one of the first SF pups I found since I got back from Indiana. He’s four, and quite large for an Aussie, and so damn gorgeous!