Oh Yeah, Halloween

Don’t let me near Target’s Halloween clearance.



As in my dog, Chammy. Not the as seen on TV Sham-Wow. I do know how to spell.

Today I put on my fake glasses and sit down with my laptop…on my lap in attempt to write something witty and inciteful. Or at least write something. I can’t complain about the lack of comments if I’m not saying anything worth commenting on.

Topic #1:

So, I have my two dogs Chammy and Gracie. Chammy is 9. Chammy, despite being housetrained and picking up on that quickly, has recently developed the oh so lovely habit of peeing herself in her sleep. Obviously, we found this behavior peculiar and disturbing and took her to the vet. The vet said that she has diabetes. So, starting tomorrow we’re going to have to start giving her daily insulin shots. I feel bad for Chammy, but I really am not looking forward to this. My dad has insisted that he’s going to teach me how to give her the shots.

Needles creep me out. When I used to watch Grey’s Anatomy I had to look the other way when they whipped out the needles and scalpels or shudder and cringe at the sight. I’ll be picturing the worst. You really would not want me to be giving you a shot or really any type of medical care other than applying a bandage. I’m also terrible at comforting people, thus crushing my 8th grade plan of being a psychologist.

Topic #2: I think I’m going to test out a new posting system. From now on I’m going to attempt to post one normal post, and one password protected post. Makes me think of the Missouri Compromise (Missouri entered the Union as a slave state and Maine as a free state to keep the balance. My history teacher would be so proud.)

So… That’s about it. Juicier details coming in a password protected package.

Reminder: Want to read the other half of this blog? Email me at uncreativewriting@gmail.com and I will gladly send you the password! Just send me a link to your blog so I know who you are. Bonus points and high fives if you comment.

What I Did Today


November- Day 11

Yes, you read that title correctly the first time. Today, to honor all our veterans and getting a day off, we went on a family field trip to IKEA. We brought my grandpa along to get him out of the house (and he is a veteran. Even if he was the cook and never actually fought…) I chauffered the fam over to the Swedish Mothership, probably my longest drive yet. There, we continually saw these awesome hooks that were shaped like dog butts. Of course we had to have them. They’re perfect for hanging leashes on, and who doesn’t want a pair of dog butts hanging off their wall?
After having a lunch of Wednesday Rib Specials and Lingonberry Drink [Is it supposed to be soda?] we made our way down to the first floor AKA the warehouse. AKA where you should spend more of your time, as it’s where you actually buy things. Even though I love running around and testing out all the chairs and faucets… Anyways, we picked out two leash hooks. A red one and a black one to represent our real dog butts. [As in the butts of our dogs. Not that our butts are like dog butts.] We got in line. We self-checked.
And after my dad scanned in the first hook I looked at the display and cracked up. Because you know what? Those dog butt hooks rang up as B-stis Hook Ass.

November- Day 7

7 days that I’ve managed to post every day for. Of course, my posts are far from being as long or witty as some peoples. Maybe I’m scared of using up my creativity and word count on my blog, and then when it comes time to work on my novel I’ll have used up all that brain power.
Last night was majorly productive. I’m on the brink of 10,000 words. I’ll work again tonight after dinner and maybe a movie. I’ll probably try and get out of having to watch the movie. Some 90’s DVD from the library (that probably doesn’t work) is not nearly as important as those 50,000 words. And library movies are crappy. Back in the days of VCRs they were worse, of course. I remember one movie we checked out that was totally sun damaged or something and the movie was super bright and faded.
Chammy’s chewing a rawhide on my foot right now. The local Target no longer carries the little bones that they love, but Chammy’s fine with settling for the new long tubey rawhides. And of course, Gracie could care less, as long as she can steal Chammy’s at some point. They both had their baths today so they’re super smooth and fluffy. Gracie sheds like crazy after bathtime. It’s incredibly annoying.
I played with two of my trial lives of Real Lives 2010 today. My dad bought me the full version but we need to work something out with the company since it’s not working. As usual I copied out the diaries. I’ll make seperate posts for them below. If you only feel like reading one, read Guadeloupe’s. In Real Lives when you name your kids it gives you a list of names which are supposedly appropriate for the country you live in. I’m not so sure about that. Rexi is popular in Indonesia?