...and feels like Monday. :)
The concert was *phenomenal* Saturday night. Billy Joel hasn't lost a thing. His voice was incredible, his energy was non-stop, and his stage presence was captivating. He started out with some old classics from the 70's and moved along to a bunch of hits. In the middle of the show, he broke out into an ACDC cover of Highway to Hell. It was GREAT! He took a 10 minute break and came back to Scenes from an Italian Restaurant and a few other songs. He took another short break, and finished off the concert with Piano Man, which my brother and I expected. It was truly an incredible show. :D
Sunday I was *exhausted*. I didn't sleep well Friday night, then got up early for the flyball tourney, ran around all day, got to hang around for 1/2 hour, and then went to the show. I think I was in bed around 1:30am - wicked long day. Needless to say, I felt and looked like a rug. I went out for breakfast around 10:30am and hung around the house until Greta's parents came to pick her up. After that, I went to my Aunt's house to pick up a recliner she didn't have room for anymore. I hung out there for a while, visited with my grandparents, and just chatted until 4'ish or so. Then I went home and did homework until Donna showed up. Pacie gave her a love bite while giving her kisses. Then we went over to Mary's for her annual Torey Memorial Superbowl party. We sat around, ate, and watched the superbowl until Donna & I left at the beginning of the 4th quarter. We were just too tired and we both get up early for work. Why don't they have it on a Saturday so people can party appropriately?! ;)
I thought the FedEx commercial was the best, the Pepsi commercials sucked. I'm not sure I should even go into the half-time show, it was that bad. I'm a fan of the Stones, have been since I was a really young girl, but that was terribly disappointing. I've heard of every excuse from the accoustics of the place, to the sound system, to the network editing their lyrics. You can call it whatever you want - it just sucked.
I found out that they have Monster Jam shows in Hartford, CT. There's a show coming up the weekend of the 18th. Unfortunately I'll be away on a business trip that Thursday and Friday, and then have a bunch of people coming over on Saturday for a surprise Baby Shower for one of my friends. Glen was talking about potentially going to Las Vegas for the World Finals - which would be *really* cool! Hopefully we can make it happen.
I have a bit of homework to finish up before hitting the hay early tonight. I think I might be fighting something off as I've been extremely tired since Saturday and I should've bounced back by now. Maybe I'm just getting old. :)
D
Tuesday, February 7, 2006
Saturday, February 4, 2006
Decompressing...
I have a little bit of time before I have to jump in the shower and head to the concert so I'm decompressing by cuddling with the dogs, surfing a bit, and watching Monster Jam (I love the theme song.)
I actually got out of the tourney at 4:30pm - *very* early for a one-dayer at All Dogs. Denise from PA was judging and she kept the day moving along smoothly. :) Freddie did *Crappy* today and I have no idea why. If he didn't boggle the ball and then miss the first jump completely, he was dropping the ball right before the start line. Ugh! Since he's never done that before, it wasn't something I could fix right in the middle of a race. After moving his position (from 3rd to 4th), changing balls, and bringing him outside a lot more, I decided to get him a massage.
"A massage?", you might ask. Yes, a doggie massage. Usually there is a doggie masseuse at these things, and for good reason. I know it sounds odd, but if you stop to think about it, it makes sense. These dogs run over 100 feet in 4-6 seconds. They also SLAM themselves into a springloaded box at amazing speeds. Of course they're going to be sore and knock themselves out of wack by doing this. They're athletes. Not couch potatoes happy with a 1/2 hour walk once a day. The kinds of dogs that are involved in this sport have *drive*. They've got some sick energy. They're not happy being a lap dog. For example, Millie & Skootchie hare completely content to lay on the deck on a summer day and soak up the sun. Freddie, however, will bug the shit out of you until you throw the ball. And once you throw the ball, you'll be stuck throwing the ball for the rest of the afternoon. If you don't throw the ball, or stop to get a drink or something, he'll again bug the shit out of you until you do. There's a bit of a difference between the types of dogs that compete and the ones you have just as pets. Athletic dogs are NOT for everyone. Heck, that's how I got Freddie and Pacie in the first place - their previous homes couldn't handle their energy. So yes, my dog got a massage. :)
After that however, he ran wonderfully. Completely clean, no mistakes, no issues. Perfect even. It's just too bad that it was the last race of the day. ;) Ah well. We'll get 'em next time.
I brought Pacie with me today. I wanted to get some training in with him. He did great! We worked on heeling inside & outside, and then did some down stays right outside the lane. Having a dog that can focus on just you during a hugely distracting dog sport is a very important thing if you want to compete with said dog. :) I thought he would be a pain in the ass, but he wasn't. He usually whines while he's in the crate and can see me, but that's another thing he needs to get used to if he's going to be a working dog. I only had to squirt him a couple of times. :)
Ok, I'm off for the shower - and I really need one!!!
D
I actually got out of the tourney at 4:30pm - *very* early for a one-dayer at All Dogs. Denise from PA was judging and she kept the day moving along smoothly. :) Freddie did *Crappy* today and I have no idea why. If he didn't boggle the ball and then miss the first jump completely, he was dropping the ball right before the start line. Ugh! Since he's never done that before, it wasn't something I could fix right in the middle of a race. After moving his position (from 3rd to 4th), changing balls, and bringing him outside a lot more, I decided to get him a massage.
"A massage?", you might ask. Yes, a doggie massage. Usually there is a doggie masseuse at these things, and for good reason. I know it sounds odd, but if you stop to think about it, it makes sense. These dogs run over 100 feet in 4-6 seconds. They also SLAM themselves into a springloaded box at amazing speeds. Of course they're going to be sore and knock themselves out of wack by doing this. They're athletes. Not couch potatoes happy with a 1/2 hour walk once a day. The kinds of dogs that are involved in this sport have *drive*. They've got some sick energy. They're not happy being a lap dog. For example, Millie & Skootchie hare completely content to lay on the deck on a summer day and soak up the sun. Freddie, however, will bug the shit out of you until you throw the ball. And once you throw the ball, you'll be stuck throwing the ball for the rest of the afternoon. If you don't throw the ball, or stop to get a drink or something, he'll again bug the shit out of you until you do. There's a bit of a difference between the types of dogs that compete and the ones you have just as pets. Athletic dogs are NOT for everyone. Heck, that's how I got Freddie and Pacie in the first place - their previous homes couldn't handle their energy. So yes, my dog got a massage. :)
After that however, he ran wonderfully. Completely clean, no mistakes, no issues. Perfect even. It's just too bad that it was the last race of the day. ;) Ah well. We'll get 'em next time.
I brought Pacie with me today. I wanted to get some training in with him. He did great! We worked on heeling inside & outside, and then did some down stays right outside the lane. Having a dog that can focus on just you during a hugely distracting dog sport is a very important thing if you want to compete with said dog. :) I thought he would be a pain in the ass, but he wasn't. He usually whines while he's in the crate and can see me, but that's another thing he needs to get used to if he's going to be a working dog. I only had to squirt him a couple of times. :)
Ok, I'm off for the shower - and I really need one!!!
D
Friday, February 3, 2006
Rain...
Gray, rainy days, like today, make me reflective for some reason. I like rainy days, truth be told. I like them better when it's warm out - I love being out in the rain during the summer. Playing in the puddles, not caring if your work clothes get ruined, it's a break from being a grownup. At least I think so. :)
But the gray, rainy days get me for some reason. I think way more than I normally do (which is really saying something as I know for a fact I think way too much), about things that normally don't get more than a simple thought. This is the type of day where you want to burrow down into the covers when the alarm goes off. Where spending the day on the couch watching the Discovery channel is wayyy more appealing then going to work.
I've heard about seasonal disorders, and wonder if rainy days count towards that. Is it really a disorder though? Aren't most people happier when the sun is out? Isn't that just normal? I'm not trying to trivialize seasonal disorders, so don't send me hate mail if you are affected by it. I admit I know nothing about it at all - I'm just thinking out loud.
What do I think of when I get reflective? Lots of things about nothing, decisions that I've made in odd situations, my feelings on the more sober topics (like politics), and little things here and there that are of no consequence anymore. Stupid stuff really. Kinda like this entry. :)
D
But the gray, rainy days get me for some reason. I think way more than I normally do (which is really saying something as I know for a fact I think way too much), about things that normally don't get more than a simple thought. This is the type of day where you want to burrow down into the covers when the alarm goes off. Where spending the day on the couch watching the Discovery channel is wayyy more appealing then going to work.
I've heard about seasonal disorders, and wonder if rainy days count towards that. Is it really a disorder though? Aren't most people happier when the sun is out? Isn't that just normal? I'm not trying to trivialize seasonal disorders, so don't send me hate mail if you are affected by it. I admit I know nothing about it at all - I'm just thinking out loud.
What do I think of when I get reflective? Lots of things about nothing, decisions that I've made in odd situations, my feelings on the more sober topics (like politics), and little things here and there that are of no consequence anymore. Stupid stuff really. Kinda like this entry. :)
D
Thursday, February 2, 2006
Change of plans...
Well, I was planning on going to the flyball tourney on Saturday, and then heading over to Glen & Elissa's house for Jeff's Moving to SanFran party. However, I had forgotten (because I never wrote it down) that the Billy Joel concert is Saturday night as well. Since that is my brother's Xmas present to me, and I told him I'd go, I'll be missing Jeff's party. :( I'm not too crushed as I'm pretty sure I'll be able to catch up with Jeff for dinner or something before he moves away. I was so in the mood for a party though. :)
Only two more weeks until the end of this class, which I'm pretty happy about. It's not that I don't enjoy learning "Advanced HTML", it's that I know 99.9% of it so the class is dragging by. I have to create sites for each of these web classes and I'm about done with coming up with interesting ideas about nothing.
I went outside to get some fresh air this afternoon and I got sucked into a conversation I never wanted to have in the first place. Y'know how there are some people that, as soon as you say hello, they do this huge emotional dump of everything bad or wrong in their lives? Well, there's a couple of people like that at work that I would barely consider acquaintances. And there was one of them walking outside today just a few seconds behind me. It's hard getting out of those situations without being rude. I mean, unless you want to be tagged as a huge bitch, you can't say stuff like, "Don't you ever do anything but complain" or "Y'know, I'm really very uninterested in just about everything you have to say." So instead, I did the "uh huh", "really" thing until I was able to escape. Needless to say, I didn't enjoy my time outside like I thought I was going to.
Greta, a dog that I adopted out years ago, is coming to spend the weekend starting tonight. Her parents are going away for a long weekend so she'll be a member of the pack again for a couple of days. I was planning on taking Pacie with me to the tournament to work on some training. But, I may take Greta instead, we'll see.
I guess I've procrastinated enough. I have 9 chapters to read and I'm on page two. :)
D
Only two more weeks until the end of this class, which I'm pretty happy about. It's not that I don't enjoy learning "Advanced HTML", it's that I know 99.9% of it so the class is dragging by. I have to create sites for each of these web classes and I'm about done with coming up with interesting ideas about nothing.
I went outside to get some fresh air this afternoon and I got sucked into a conversation I never wanted to have in the first place. Y'know how there are some people that, as soon as you say hello, they do this huge emotional dump of everything bad or wrong in their lives? Well, there's a couple of people like that at work that I would barely consider acquaintances. And there was one of them walking outside today just a few seconds behind me. It's hard getting out of those situations without being rude. I mean, unless you want to be tagged as a huge bitch, you can't say stuff like, "Don't you ever do anything but complain" or "Y'know, I'm really very uninterested in just about everything you have to say." So instead, I did the "uh huh", "really" thing until I was able to escape. Needless to say, I didn't enjoy my time outside like I thought I was going to.
Greta, a dog that I adopted out years ago, is coming to spend the weekend starting tonight. Her parents are going away for a long weekend so she'll be a member of the pack again for a couple of days. I was planning on taking Pacie with me to the tournament to work on some training. But, I may take Greta instead, we'll see.
I guess I've procrastinated enough. I have 9 chapters to read and I'm on page two. :)
D
Wednesday, February 1, 2006
Trucks, friends, and 'dooms' day
There was an accident on 495 this morning, so traffic was barely moving. Normally, this is an irritating occurrence, but nothing that gets me tweaked. This morning, however, there was an 18-wheeler behind me for the majority of the trip.
Now, I know I'm sensitive to having trucks behind me since getting rear-ended by one 2 years ago. It's become a knee-jerk reaction to always check my rear-view mirror when traffic stops short because of it. So, I recognize that I'm more sensitive than most when it comes to trucks behind me on the highway.
Anyway, my experience this morning sucked. We weren't going fast at all, so I wasn't too freaked about getting hit. It was the fact that every single time I came to a stop, the truck would stop inches away from me. And without exaggerating, I'm talking *inches* away from me. Seriously. The only thing I could see from my back window was the grill of the truck. No lights, no hood, no bumper, nothing. Just the grill with "Freightliner" at the top. Each freakin' time! At one point, I looked over to the left lane and I could see an amazed look on the face of the person creeping by - they were looking at the truck, that much I could tell. It bothered me, to say the least, but I'm sure it sounds kind of silly here. Maybe I'll get over it if I keep reading my own posts. :)
A friend of mine from a long, long time ago is leaving for San Francisco in 2 weeks. Glen & Elissa are having a going away party for him Saturday night. I have a flyball tourney on Saturday, but we should (hopefully) be done by dinner time. So I'll shower quickly and head over there afterwards. Which reminds me, I have to head up to All Dogs to save a space for Saturday.
Valentine's Day is in 2 weeks and I'm dreading it. I hate hearing about all the plans and dates that people have, and then getting that "look" when I say that I don't have anything planned. I wish people could realize that I don't need to be pitied, that my life is awesome without having plans for Valentine's Day. What I really need to do is figure out a way for the looks not to bug me so much. Someday...
I'm watching an old friend on TV, Frank Pino Jr. My ex is in Frank's band, and it's kinda weird catching glimpses of him on TV. Anyway, Frank is the coach for a 16 year old girl from New Hampshire that wants to win her school's Battle of the Bands contest. It should be an interesting show!
I'm off to catch up on homework and do a bit of laundry so I can actually wear clothing tomorrow (they kind of frown upon showing up naked.) :)
D
Now, I know I'm sensitive to having trucks behind me since getting rear-ended by one 2 years ago. It's become a knee-jerk reaction to always check my rear-view mirror when traffic stops short because of it. So, I recognize that I'm more sensitive than most when it comes to trucks behind me on the highway.
Anyway, my experience this morning sucked. We weren't going fast at all, so I wasn't too freaked about getting hit. It was the fact that every single time I came to a stop, the truck would stop inches away from me. And without exaggerating, I'm talking *inches* away from me. Seriously. The only thing I could see from my back window was the grill of the truck. No lights, no hood, no bumper, nothing. Just the grill with "Freightliner" at the top. Each freakin' time! At one point, I looked over to the left lane and I could see an amazed look on the face of the person creeping by - they were looking at the truck, that much I could tell. It bothered me, to say the least, but I'm sure it sounds kind of silly here. Maybe I'll get over it if I keep reading my own posts. :)
A friend of mine from a long, long time ago is leaving for San Francisco in 2 weeks. Glen & Elissa are having a going away party for him Saturday night. I have a flyball tourney on Saturday, but we should (hopefully) be done by dinner time. So I'll shower quickly and head over there afterwards. Which reminds me, I have to head up to All Dogs to save a space for Saturday.
Valentine's Day is in 2 weeks and I'm dreading it. I hate hearing about all the plans and dates that people have, and then getting that "look" when I say that I don't have anything planned. I wish people could realize that I don't need to be pitied, that my life is awesome without having plans for Valentine's Day. What I really need to do is figure out a way for the looks not to bug me so much. Someday...
I'm watching an old friend on TV, Frank Pino Jr. My ex is in Frank's band, and it's kinda weird catching glimpses of him on TV. Anyway, Frank is the coach for a 16 year old girl from New Hampshire that wants to win her school's Battle of the Bands contest. It should be an interesting show!
I'm off to catch up on homework and do a bit of laundry so I can actually wear clothing tomorrow (they kind of frown upon showing up naked.) :)
D
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