Friday, March 23, 2007

A Dog's Point of View

I arrived at work this morning, began fishing through my tote bag for a bottle of water, and found that Macy, the newest edition to our family, had packed my lunch for me. And for me it is only the best, I see, because she provided me with her vanilla flavored tennis ball which is carefully seasoned with mud from the backyard. Luckily, the bottles of water were in a different compartment and therefore weren't covered in dirt, but my notebook, and bag in general, did not fair so well. But it's the thought that counts, right? I figure she was either concerned that I am not eating enough, or perhaps that I'm not having enough fun at work. I'm touched that she cares so much.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Akron's Own Didn't Show

It's just my luck that the first Cavaliers game I attend in four years, with $100 tickets no less, LeBron James is added to the injured list just minutes before the start time. I was upset/annoyed/frustrated at first, but my consolations were 1.) The tickets were given to me so we didn't actually pay the $200 for our seats, and 2.) The team still managed to blow the socks off the Sacramento Kings in a very entertaining game. Jon and I walked away from the arena last night feeling as though the experience was worth far more than the $8 we paid for parking. The down side is that we loved the seats so much I'm afraid we'll be spending our own hard earned money on them before long, if not just to see James in action.

Monday, March 12, 2007

New Best Friends

A month ago Jon and I paid a visit to the Animal Rescue just down the street. We were hoping to find a puppy, a friend for Jack to run around with, to cuddle with when we weren't home, but we walked out with a 6-year-old female Cocker Spaniel named Macy. They had rescued her from the Humane Society who were going to either put her to sleep or let her freeze in a cage in a barn over the winter. She was malnourished, emaciated, and far too small for a dog of her breed, but she had a great personality and an adorable face. We fell in love quickly. Jack, on the other hand, didn't like this new dog invading his territory. If Jon and I were smart we wouldn't have gone on a whim, but researched the best techniques of introducing a new dog to an old dog. I have to say that we were lucky in that Macy was much smaller than Jack (a Daschund/Cocker Spaniel mix) so he didn't feel nearly as threatened as he could have. He more had problems with sharing, such as food, toys, and attention. A month later and we have worked out most of the kinks. The two dogs have begun exploring the dark corners of the backyard together, and will even share the same bowl of food, by choice, on a rare occasion. From the moment Macy walked in the door she acted like she was at home. She quickly found her favorite places and toys. She has been a nice fit into our little family.

Wednesday, March 7, 2007

The Stangest Thing

A phone conversation with my mom at 7:00 this morning:


"Katie! I'm sorry to call so early but the strangest thing happened last night. I didn't check our messages until late in the evening or I would have called you sooner."

"What's going on?"

"Melissa called! She left a message saying that she didn't know how to reach you, so she left her number, and asked to have you call her. She said she hasn't talked to you in forever and wondered how you were doing. How weird is that? I mean you just called me, what, two weeks ago, asking if she had called?"

"Very strange indeed. Well, I suppose we did everything together so why not worry about each other at the same time?"

"Yeah. The two of you always had some strange connection. You should call her."

"I will. Thanks for letting me know."

I wrote down the number and hung up. Then I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming, because really, that's just too weird for me.

More than a mysteriously strong psychological connection between my old friend and I, I believe the very odd and coincidental call came because of my birthday. My birthday has passed and she must have remembered and thought of me. Or perhaps she stumbled across my blog and didn't like me writing about her. Either way, I suppose I will find out when I call her tonight.

Tuesday, March 6, 2007

Game Over

Well, the short vacation is over and I have been a little disoriented when it comes to getting back to work. Part of me was ready to embrace a form of routine again, to get my butt up off the couch and re-establish a purpose for myself. Another part of me, the sluggish part, wanted to pull the covers up over my head and sleep for another few hours. And I am proud to admit that I have defeated the sluggish part of myself as I made it into work on time for two days in a row. It was fun while it lasted as we escaped from Ohio for a little while, and I got to pretend I was special because it was my birthday, and then we had a day to ourselves to be lazy slobs who watched movies for 24 hours straight.

Yeah, I was ready to come back. My sleep schedule was pleading with me to resume, well, a schedule.

We had a good time in Pittsburgh even though we got a late start thanks to the annoyances of turning 25-years-old like getting a new driver's license, new plates for my car, and going through the hassle of an emissions check to get those new plates for my car. I want to say we left about 2 hours after we had planned, which cut into the time we would have used to head into downtown Pittsburgh so we did a lot of shopping, and not much else.

Our server at dinner was kind enough to offer us refills on our drinks after we had finished eating, which he put in To-Go cups for us to "sip during the drive home." I almost leaped from our booth and hugged him. I get excited over the smallest things sometimes. And I thought we were going to have a rough time with our server when I sensed a little animosity in the way he said, "Oh, so you're from closer to the Cleveland area, huh?" Instead, he made my day with a large Diet Coke in a plastic cup.