thank goodness i'm off tomorrow

Because I've been passing up days like these to be stuck at work.

I took that picture on my run the other morning, it was the first time this season that I felt that oppressive overwhelming heat.  The heat that lasts beyond the daytime and all through the night, meaning you can put on your tank top and shorts in the morning and be fine for the rest of the day.

Exactly what I plan for tomorrow.

poor planty

When I was at the store I was planty's only ally.  As much as I tried to protect her and JUST LET HER BE GREAT, I would still come back from my day off and discover that she had been viscously "pruned".  As horrible as the torture was I never imagined it would go this far after I was gone.  I went to the store the other day and discovered that planty had been trussed up like a christmas goose.

Maybe my recent job transfer wasn't in everybody's best interest.  Perhaps planty needs me at the store, to care for her and keep her from harm.

Cause clearly nobody else is interested in that job.

an emotional day

The detective is very upset because my crazy day = lots of snuggling and kisses for him.

At work today I saw a woman walking through my section and she seemed happy and normal until she saw me and stopped dead in her tracks.  She said I looked just like her son, but she wasn't really even talking to me, she went to my coworker and was started going through her purse.  She pulled out a picture and showed it to him and he said it kind of look like me.

I kept myself busy while they talked, feeling a little awkward about the situation.  As I moved around one of the fixtures she came closer to me, very cautiously, and said, "he would have been 39".  I told her I was sorry and when I looked at her face it was just so many emotions.  She asked if she could just look at me and I kind of awkwardly laughed and said yes, and then she immediately asked if she could hug me.  I opened my arms and she just wrapped her arms around me so tight and just started sobbing and sobbing.  After a few moments she let me go and said thank you and that she was sorry, and then she hurried away from me.  I excused myself to the bathroom to sob uncontrollably for about 10 minutes before I decided I just needed to go home.

After stopping at Heather's place for a hug, I went for a run, and then spent the evening making phone calls to some friends and family.  It's hard to ignore the universe when it sends you signs like that, to appreciate the people in your life while you still can.  I'll never forget how tight that woman squeezed me.

I'm going to try to squeeze the detective that tightly at least once a day.

friday selfie

My phone is now so full of candy crush it won't take any photos at all, so I had to take todays teeth photo on my computer instead.  Kind of defeats the purposes of comparison but my teeth do look super white in this lighting.

I reached a milestone too, finished my first jar of exclusively oil pulling coconut oil.  The problem areas on the backs of my teeth are still there but they do seem to be getting better.  I'm hopeful that the day will come where I can definitively say that oil pulling has improved my oral hygiene.

Until then I'm just gonna keep on swishing.

look at this nice doggy

I was sitting outside at dinner the other night and I looked down the sidewalk to see this guy sitting at the restaurant next door just looking around and smiling.  A couple people tried to engage him but he just brushed them off and continued staring at something nobody else could see.

When they left the owner was walking casually while that nice doggy just made a beeline for the car, blowing past all the people sitting outside like, "see ya wouldn't wanna be ya".

wtf is this window?!

I was walking through the mall today when I saw this and literally had to do a double take.  I was so focused on figuring out what was going on I didn't even look to see what store this was.

I mean really though, how did anybody think this looked attractive?!  She's holding a champagne bottle behind her, which is what the butterflies(?) are shooting out of, because that makes sense.

Everyone I showed it to thought the same thing I did, that she was having some kind of explosive bowel movement all over the other mannequins.  Even the way she is standing supports that theory.  What's the most disturbing is that the other two are facing in to it.

That's some kinky shit right there.

he's still in shock

He's entered phase two of his post haircut recovery, where he spends all day and night sleeping in my sock basket.

The craziest thing is that his fur is already starting to grow in.  Mario recommended I bring him back in two weeks for a shampoo, which I think I will do.  Just think how luxurious his fur could be!

Yesterday I caught him sitting in the bathroom sink in the dark staring at himself in the mirror.  I think he sees the potential too.

oil pulling, one month

Terrifying that a month has passed already.  It's crazy to think about the days I've seen since oil pulling, the changes that have happened, the ways I've grown.

And I do think my teeth look whiter, don't you?  Here's a month ago:

Also, I definitely did not think this through when I started it, as the full teeth smile is my absolute least favorite picture to take.  I feel like my face inevitably looks like a catchers mitt.  I much prefer the relaxes, smiling with the eyes, side smirk selfie.

But I'm doing this for science.  Because in all the things I've read about oil pulling I've not seen anybody else document their progress.  Maybe because everybody else hates full teeth smiling as much as I do.

So you're welcome.  Enjoy my teeth.

the detective gets a haircut

The night before I told the detective that he was going to be very very angry with me in the morning, so I was not surprised when I woke up and he was nowhere to be found.  I checked in all the obvious places  first and when I didn't find him I figured he must be under my bed.  I needed to change my sheets anyways so I pulled my bed out from the wall, expecting him to come running out.  When he didn't I started to get concerned about where he could possibly be.

That picture above is what I saw under my bed when I looked.  Yes, that is the bottom lining of my box spring.

Apparently he tore the lining of the box spring, crawled inside, and made a home for himself.  When I discovered him he didn't even acknowledge me, sending off a general vibe of annoyance that I figured out where he was.

Of course, all that was soon eclipsed by the all consuming rage brought on by me snatching him out of his hiding place and taking him for a car ride.

This was the first time he'd even been in my truck and he actually reacted better than he ever did in the roadster.  I'm still sad he never got to ride in the mercedes.

He certainly never perched on the door and looked out the window like that in the roadster.  I guess he's more of a rough and tumble country cat.

The groomer's that I found came recommended because they don't use any sedatives or tranquilizers.  As much as I don't want the detective to be sedated if it's not completely necessary, I also know that he definitely does not like to be touched, much less groomed.  I mentioned this to the girl on the phone when I made the appointment but I wanted to make sure to take the time to reiterate the point in person.  Mario said I could let him out of his carrier in the waiting room so he could get a feel for what he was working with.  In the time that we talked, and I earnestly told him he was taking his life in his own hands by trying to do this alone, the detective creeped around the entire waiting room before finally laying down under the receptionists desk.

"Oh he's so cute, he feels right at home" she said.  Oh yes, that's just what he wants you to think.

I dropped him off in the morning and they said they would spend some time with him and see what all they could get done without him freaking out.  They said they would call me at noon and update me on his progress.

So I went and ran some errands, ended up meeting up with Daniel for lunch, and watched 12:00 pass on the clock.  Then 12:15, 12:30.  I began to picture going back to the groomers and finding the staff face down on the floor in a pool of their own blood with the detective laying lazily on the groomers table just staring blankly off in to space.

Just when my worry was starting to escalate I received this amazing text message from the groomers:

with a message saying that they were a little delayed getting started but things were going great.  I honestly don't know what kind of animal whisperer this guy is but I was and continue to be truly amazed.

If I ever, EVER, tried to put a jazzy bandana on him, I wouldn't live to tell the tale.

I'm pretty sure he's still in shell shock from the whole experience.  I'm sure he will get his revenge somehow in the next couple days.  But in the meantime I'm really enjoying the hilarity of how he looks.

The woman at the groomers was like, "So cute!  He looks like he's wearing little boots"

welcome home

When I got home from work she was sitting in the window like that just watching and waiting.

She's like, "I'm well hidden here".

What a nice greeting after a long first day of work.  Thankfully nothing too eventful happened, though there were a few tense moments.  As glad as I am to have made it through today, I won't be able to breathe a sigh of relief until Monday is over.  Because of course, we have to get a visit from corporate the week after I start.

And I have to open tomorrow, so it's off to bed for me.

teeth, week 3

Daniel picked me up for coffee this morning so I was still pulling at Starbucks.  I know the change of lighting makes it hard to compare against the past teeth pics but I figured better than nothing.

I do feel like my teeth are improving, but I don't feel like I can show definitive results yet.  I am impressed that I've managed to do it first thing every single morning without forgetting.  It's actually become a nice part of my morning routine.

And there's only been a couple awkward mornings like this one where Daniel and I sat in silence on the way to Starbucks.  Not that he can't still talk to me but I think the pulling makes him uncomfortable.

Oh well, my body my choice.

In other news, today is my first official day at my new job!  Wish me luck!

I want this!

Thank you June for sending me this link.  I really want one!

I'm ready for the future.

rabbit rabbit rabbit

source

Usually April first is an easy rabbit picture as I usually use it as an excuse to post a picture of another animal masquerading as a rabbit, but I just happened to learn about "bunny island" recently and had to post about it for my 1st of the month post.

LOOK AT HOW NICE THEY ARE!!

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Apparently it's in Japan and when I searched for it I came across this article: Things are looking a bit harey! Woman flees bunny stampede on Japan's Rabbit Island

 with video:



I love how dramatic that article makes it sound.  She's obviously enjoying herself, as anybody would in this situation.

But anyways, April 1st, did part 1 of my training for my new job today.  Tomorrow is going to be a long day, but at least I got out early today and am off the day after.  I'm anxious to just start already and get back in to the swing of things.

All of this change is motivating me to go through some piles of junk I have laying around and get things organized.  Might as well take advantage of my unexpected free time in the middle of the day.

Here's the calendar page for the month:

I like him.