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SprinklerBandit
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Country: United States
State: Idaho
Metro: Boise
Gender: Female
Interests: horses, ballroom dancing, reading, writing, dogs, russian literature, football
Expertise: Reading minds
Occupation: Administrative
Industry: Construction
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Member Since:
1/22/2005
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| I Keep Getting Distracted By My Horse'cuz I love her.
Brent and I went to church last night. We're potentially joining a small group and seeing how that goes. We both feel like we need to be more involved somehow, and this might be the right way.
Wow. I'm getting boring.
Chaucer is now obsessed with playing fetch. As soon as I let him outside, he grabs a toy and runs to me. He finds his kong toy on command, and loves nothing more than chasing it. Except kibbles. He loves those most of all. Lewis isn't one for chasing stuff. He'll run after it once, then take it somewhere and chew for a while. No sense in pointless repetitions.
Yeah... all my blogging right now seems to be horse related. I'm sure I'll have more to talk about when the weather is crappy. For now, bear with me.
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| UghI had fast food for lunch and cookies at dinner time yesterday. That did not feel good on my poor stomach. Brent and I almost never eat out, and when we do, we never, ever eat fast food. I kind of missed it at first, but now I'm so used to not having it that I find the grease very upsetting.
Any one else have these problems?
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| My House is So CleanIt's really pretty right now.
One couple ended up canceling, so we totaled a nice 5 people instead of 9.5. It turned out to be perfect and lots of fun. And, oddly enough, I think I would have had enough food even if all 9 had been there. Sweet. The people we invited over were awesome; both sets volunteered to bring something, then followed through. As a result, I still have stuff for rootbeer floats at home. Soooo yummy.
Unfortunately for my clean house, I need to start doing laundry. Yuck. I hate folding.
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| The Venture is TonightSo. The random people from church are coming over tonight. We have 4 for sure, plus two of us, plus 2.5 more that are likely. One had to cancel. He is currently my favorite, as I was pretty worried about feeding that many people.
I've taken the past couple days to get back on top of cleaning the house. I was burned out enough that I let it slide, big time, and that had to be fixed. The kitchen now literally sparkles. I dusted everything, keep the dishes done, completely disassembled and scrubbed the stove, swept the floor, and even scrubbed out the little crevices on the front of the dishwasher. I did the bathroom yesterday, down to washing the shower curtain and scrubbing the tub, not that any of our guests should have occasion to use it.
Last night I had Brent show me how to use the carpet cleaner. We then spot cleaned the floor. Dogs are so messy. The sheer amount of dirt and grime that came up off the floor was shocking to me. I think I'll be cleaning the carpet a lot more regularly from here on out. ...is that weird?
I also made my "So Easy Aimee Can Make Them" cookies yesterday afternoon. When I get home from work today, I'll be making my trademark sugar cookies and then starting dinner. Good thing I already walked the dogs before I came to work today...
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| Sad DayLet me start this by saying that Chaucer and Lewis were absolute dolls while we were sick. Chaucer would just cuddle and look at us with his sad eyes and Lewis would do his best to cheer us up in any way he thought he could. You should see him trying his hardest to jump up on our bed with his little stubby legs. Once he got up, he would give me kisses till I pushed him away to get him off my face. Then he would roll over on his back with his belly in the air and just look at me with his goofy ears pointed down. And finally, to cap it off, he laid on my stomach, put his head on my chest, and stared at me with his silly little face full of doggy concern. It was incredibly adorable.
So. I had a dream last night that Brent and I got another Corgi, a cute little red white female. She and Lew were getting along great, until tragedy struck; they were both run over by a car. It was heartbreaking!! Brent kept assuring me that we would get another Corgi, but I kept telling him no. All I wanted was my little Lewis back. He's a silly little clown, but I love him.
I'm so glad they're ok. I don't know what I would do without my puppies.
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