it isn't easy being chompers

chompers has had a rough life. abandoned by her first owners. left to scavenge for food. taken to a shelter. treated for heart worms.

luckly, my wife and i came to her rescue. adopted her. took her into our home. bought her toys. and multiple beds. fed her good food. took her on walks. got her training.

i was starting to think chompers really had it good.

then, the other night, as my wife was folding laundry, and after she finished yelling at me from the other room about throwing away my underwear with holes and blah blah blah, chompers came walking into the office looking like this ...

here she is looking at me, wondering why i was looking at her funny ...



here she is realizing that she's wearing my underwear ... and that it has holes in it ...


and here she is, wishing she was back on the mean streets or at least back in the shelter.

hello goodbye

41 days since my last post. 41 days. i know, i know, that's unacceptable. i hope you, dear readers, haven't totally given up on me. at least not yet. i vow to keep writing. and at a lot more rapid pace than 1 post every 41 days.

a whole lot's happened since i last blogged. really. i don't know even where to begin?

i said all my goodbyes at my old job, which was hard. and i said all my hellos at my new job, which was also hard. now i've got 3 weeks under my belt, and things have calmed down a bit.

i really, really like my new job. they have a firm intranet. oh, and inter-office mail. and a marketing department. my wife laughed when i told her all this, but i'm used to working at a small firm.

my office is really nice too. i decorated it really pretty. it's on the 17th floor and overlooks downtown kansas city. i've also upgraded from 2 windows to 3 windows.

what else?

you won't believe me, but i joined the ymca. quit laughing. i really did. it's true. i'll show you my membership card if you don't believe me.

anyway, sticking with my whole new job, new outlook on life thingy i got going on, i decided to finally start excercising for real. walking chompers wasn't helping too much since i have to stop and discipline her every 2 to 5 minutes.

so now, every other morning, i wake up at 5:15, put on workout pants, and drive to the y. it hurts to even say that. it's so early. but i don't brush my teeth or comb my hair or change my undershirt so i can get there by 5:30. and, once i'm there, i do 30 minutes on the treadmill, followed by 20 minutes in the weightroom, either doing arm and chest exercises or stomach and leg exercises. i don't think i've lost much weight yet, but i feel good. errr, i feel sore.

also, we had our basement jackhammered. that was scary. at least for me. i kinda worry about house stuff, as you all know, so pulling into the driveway and seeing a forklift and other assorted heavy machinery put me on edge. but it's done now and we're starting to put our ping pong room back together. i hope my ping pong skills haven't gotten too rusty.

what else? i'm sure there's more, but this blog is too long anyway. and yes, i promise to write again. soon. maybe even now.