Sunday, December 27, 2009

Saturday, December 19, 2009

We Three Prisoners of I-95

I can't even form coherent sentences to write this post. Suffice to say that what generally is a two hour drive (where I live --> Richmond, VA) just took us 9 hours. That's right. 10pm - 7am. With no sleep. In what alternated between a blizzard/six inches of snow/sheets of freezing rain. We tried to get off the road sooner, but the vast majority of exits were blocked by snow and immobile semis and every motel we called was filled to capacity. Charlie was with us. I think this may put him off short jaunts to the grocery store for a while. He had to wear a seatbelt in the backseat and was NOT happy about that. He switched between glaring balefully at me and my mother, devising elaborate ruses to get into the front seat and practically strangling himself in the process,and huddled on the floor. He is extremely overstimulated right now. He is starting to calm down. Here he is on my bed.

I am going to go to sleep now to prepare for 16 MORE HOURS OF DRIVING LATER TODAY (IF WE DO NOT HIT ANYMORE INCLEMENT WEATHER OR TRAFFIC PROBABLY WILL BE MORE LIKE 13995 HOURS). ho ho fucking ho.

Monday, December 14, 2009

A Study

asleep

awake!

Friday, December 11, 2009

A Mishap

Today I got home and Charlie did not run to greet me. I heard no barking, no scurrying feet. I was worried. I searched the house high and low but could not find a trace of my dear puppy in his normal haunts. Finally, I found him. He was caught in a mass of computer cords under a desk, looking at me with the most pathetic expression. After I worked to free him, he bounded through the house and the yard, yipping joyfully. It made me smile.


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Hey Claire! Happy Birthday! (2 hours early)

Happy birthday Claire! 23 years of age and all you want for Christmas is your two front teeth! I guess things change less than we think they do. Here are the things I wish for you in this coming year:

1. That you get a 23% raise
2. That unemployment is not 23%
3. That you make 23 different kinds of jell-o shots
4. That 23 dogs and cats say hello!
5. You receive 23 unicorn visits (or unican)
6. And 23 panda hugs
7. That you move to the place where the 23rd amendment will directly impact you
8. You eat onion rings 23 times (at least)
9. That I see you 23 times (at least)
10. You show 23 buddhists/native american culture appropriators the error of their ways
11. You sing karaoke 23 times
12. You drink 23 bottles of Andre (not all at once or else your legs might be amputated)
13. The next season of True Blood has 23 episodes (with more Erik and less Bill)
14. You make 23 sheet dresses
15. Bruce Springsteen releases 23 singles
16. Bruce Springsteen plays 23 tour dates with tickets selling at $23
17. We return to George's Lounge 23 times
18. We don't return to Jimmy's for 23 years
19. That we never get so bored as to watch Jim Carey in the Number 23
20. That you write 23 wonderful stories
21. You receive 2/3rds of a (fake) deer to hang over your mantle
22. THIS IS FALSE 23 TIMES OVER http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/23_%28numerology%29 [NOTE THE BAND NAME "THROBBING GRISTLE"]
23. That your 23rd birthday causes an alignment of the planets that allows for peace and justice and equality and adorable cute things to thrive in the manner that your birth foretold.

Love,
Andrea and Charlie

P.S. PLEASE ENJOY THE EXCELLENT TRANSITION I WORKED INTO THIS VIDEO

Monday, December 7, 2009

Separation Anxiety and other Stories

Charlie had a rollicking good time the last week of November. All the family was home and Charlie was the center of attention. I have never seen so much affection lavished on one young pup. Moreover, as it was Thanksgiving and my sister feeds him copious amounts of illicit food when she visits, he ate well (and often). Here he is dressed up in his festive Thanksgiving bandana.

Unfortunately, as I am now working in an actual office (?!?!?!) instead of freelancing from home, Charlie and I have been having some problems with separation anxiety. All of my fears were realized this week when I returned home to find paint chips covering the ground near the door. Thinking that my father had been doing some home improvement project, I thought nothing of it. Then, when my parents came home, they remarked on it. We deduced that when we had left the house that morning, Charlie scratched the door frame in a desperate attempt to communicate "TAKE ME WITH YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU TAKE ME WITH YOU". I cannot tell you how much this makes my heart hurt and how upset I get every time I think about it. He went into work with my father the next day (where there are thirteen (13!) pitbull puppies to be friends with) and seemed to be grateful to go back to bed this morning, but it still makes me sad. I wish we could go everywhere together.

Also, on a more cheerful note, Willy decided to practice his dj-ing skills this weekend.


They grow up so fast.