Life with the Rogers
My life in the tundra with 3 dogs and a manArchive for November, 2005
Catch Up and Happy Thanksgiving
I know it’s been a long time since I posted anything, but my life has been busy these last few weeks. Just a little synopsis, Kristin and I went to see U2 when they were in Atlanta last weekend. I knew our seats wouldn’t be very good, but I was a little unprepared for the last row of the highest section that we found ourselves in when we got there. I mean, we had the light guys behind us. Directly behind us. It actually wouldn’t have been that bad, except for the fact that we had so many distractions. The light men aside (and I mean the mega huge spotlight gentlemen), we had an unusual amount of people constantly getting up to get beer refills. I have never, and I mean never, been to a concert where there was so much up and down up and down from the people next to us. Certainly never any U2 concert, that’s for sure. It was like as soon as the tempo slowed, oh! time for a beer break! My goodness.
I don’t have any pictures of our concert (I mean, really, who would want one from that high up) but I do have a great picture from my sis, Deb, when she was at a show in NYC. It gives you an idea of the size of the crowd for sure. I have to say that I’m super glad I got to see them at Madison Square Garden in October with her. I have seen them better, but it was still a great show with or without the drunk Atlantans next to us, preferably without.
I succeeded in getting Josh hooked on Harry Potter. Here he is starting his mega-read-a-thon tonight. My sister borrowed my copy of book 2, so we stopped and picked up a cheap paperback at Wal-mart on the way home because he was so hooked. Hey, I have good taste in books, what can I say. 
I guess that’s all for tonight. I am tired…there’s that tryptofan (sp) setting in…and it is going to be a busy busy weekend. Wait until Sunday’s blog, those of you who keep up with our crazy life.
Chocolate Mint or Decomp
My brother-in-law’s dog, Buddy, will come home after rolling in a dead animal found somewhere in the great outdoors. Last night I experienced it with Harper.
We went down to my parent’s house where they have a large fenced in backyard in which Harper gets to run and romp and play in all day. There is even a wooded section at the back edge for him to sniff dried leaves and roots and, I suppose, decomposing squirrels.
Josh first found out that there was something foul on Harper’s neck when he was playing with him right before we left for my aunt and uncle’s house for dinner, so we didn’t have time to give him a bath then and we just shut him up in the sun porch for the time being.
Well, as usual, we stayed for a long time at my aunt and uncle’s house and it was 11 when we got back to my parent’s. My mom took my grandmother back to her house so Josh and I were left alone to get the puppy clean before we headed back home ourselves.
So Josh heads outside to start spraying Harper down while I went to look for some cheap shampoo for the dog. From now on, I’m leaving some dog shampoo there just for these occasions. Josh was yelling from outside for me to hurry up, as the dog was getting wet and slippery. I looked in both bathrooms and all I could find was conditioner! I finally found some old stuff that I knew Kristin wouldn’t care if I used…bubble bath. Hey, it has soap in it!
I hurried back downstairs and tried to squeeze some of the stuff on the dog but it had the industrial grade seal on the bottle and it took me a long time to get it broken. Meanwhile, Harper is trying to run away and Josh is trying to hold him, the hose, and not get too wet. I finally got the seal off and promptly squeezed into Josh’s hand half of the bottle.
Not even noticing this at the time, I just turned around and ran back inside to get some old towels. Josh yelled after me, “What’s this smell??” I called back behind me,
“Chocolate mint!”
He must have made some comment, but I was too busy getting towels. When I got back outside, I was accosted with the smell of chocolate mint bubble bath. No wonder Kristin hadn’t wanted to use it. Some strange person gave it to her and she kept it all these years as a back up white elephant gift. It is the WORST smell imaginable to come out of a bath and beauty product.
The chaos continued, me holding on to Harper’s front paw so that he couldn’t run away as Josh continued to lather and rinse both horrific smells from his fur. We got him inside just as everyone was returning to the house with Harper running around the downstairs slipping on the linoleum floor, Kristin explaining why she had that awful stuff in the house, my dad wondering what dead animal could be out in his backyard, Josh wrinkling up his nose every time the dog got near him, and me loudly explaining the whole situation. My poor mom was bombarded with all of this when she walked in.
The whole way home we couldn’t decide if we would rather have Harper smell like dead squirrels or chocolate mint bubble bath.
Nobody Here
While surfing the internet tonight I came across this super cool website. I am totally going to promote it because I think it is one of the coolest sites out there. It is completely free and has e-cards and other neat stuff. Every page is linked and it is provided by the Netherlands Foundation for Fine Arts, Design and Architecture, another cool site. Anyway…check it out. All the pages are linked to each other, like a circle. You can get lost in it. the website
I have had a sinus infection for a week now. I am getting sick of not being able to BREATHE out of my nose! Josh, bless him, has put up with his absolutely LEAST favorite noise in the whole world (me amidst a box of tissues) for too long! Something needs to be done! Somebody needs to do something about my nose! I am taking prescription de-congestant, anti-biotic, cough syrup, vitamin C, a daily vitamin, prescription allergy medicine, and goodness knows what else. How many more trips to the bathroom to blow my nose? Because you can’t blow it at your desk, especially if you are as loud as I am. AND at a new job…just not good PR.
By the way, I am LOVING my new job. I don’t know exactly what I will be doing yet, but I am looking forward to what I think it is. I like the people, it’s a great company, and I am actually DOING something. Plus, it’s a mission organization! AND free Starbucks coffee in the morning. Life is good. Now if only my nose would get with the program…
Trick or Treat, Smell My Feet
Give me something good to eat. I hope everyone had a wonderful Halloween. Monday happened to be the worst day of the year for me, but that’s water under the bridge now. Tomorrow IS another day. I hold fast to that promise every night.
All joking aside, I hope everyone managed to get home after fighting the extraordinary volume of traffic on Monday evening. A normally semi-unpleasant 30 min drive from the train station turned into a horrible 1 hr 15 min drive. I stumbled out of my car to almost kiss the ground and Josh still wasn’t home. No time for savoring the end of my horrific day, I had to rush in and get ready for the onslaught of trick-or-treaters I was sure were only minutes away. Since I live in an apartment complex I was sure that I could count on a lot of kids swarming the neighborhood looking for candy.
At 7:15 I had my first and only batman.
I had put the caramel chewy candies with the white stuff in the middle (whatever they are called) into the bowl first, thinking that only if I were bombarded would I then pull out my chocolate stash. You don’t think that I was about to put my mound of chocolate-y goodness out for first picks! No way! What do you take me for? I had some good stuff! Anyway, I put out the caramel thingys in the bowl and sat back to wait. Pretty soon Harper went nuts and I went to answer the door:
Me: “Hey! Look at you, Batman! How are you doing?”
Batman: “uh”
Me shoving the pumpkin bowl under his nose: “Take as many as you like!”
Batman taking only one candy: “oh.”
Me: “Are you sure you don’t want anymore?”
Batman: “that’s ok.”
Me: “oh”
Batman: “thanks”
Me regaining composure: “Well, Happy Halloween!”
He scampered off up the stairs to join his buddies. That’s right. His buddies. I could hear them. I think they sent him down to me to see if I had good candy, and when he saw my caramel things, he went back and told his friends not to bother with the nice lady and her crazy dog.
I was passed by on Halloween. Children didn’t WANT my candy.
Oh, well. That just means that there is more chocolate for me. Plus, when Josh got home, he asked me how I knew that those caramel things were his favorite.
*smile*
P.S. Goetze’s Caramel Creams! That’s what they are. Christmas Idea for Josh…
Goetze’s Candy Co., Inc.
