So, now that the stench of the golf tournament has worn off a bit, I’ve regained some of my sanity. I’m sure some of you are wondering if we were rained out. No. We were not rained out. It was a GORGEOUS DAY FOR GOLF. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. I only wiffed the ball 4 times and my partner let me drive the cart! And I drank at least 8 beers, which definetely helped my skills. Although now I am dehydrated and sunburned, I have to say, it was better than being at work. Except for a particular someone making me go into the bathroom with them. That was scary, and very, very strange. Trust me, you don’t want to know.
Notice how I have a beer in one hand, a confused look and no golf clubs? OK, maybe a putter, but you know I didn’t really use it.
Also, I’ve uploaded some pics of Molly to Flickr. But if you think Rotweiler’s are bad/evil/mean/dangerous or any of the above, don’t bother to look because I don’t care what you think. Or look and notice the sweetness of Molly and realize whatever you were thinking before was obviously wrong and hateful. Then send me $20. You’re welcome.
I hate khakis. I really do. I never thought I did, but I do. Khaki’s make me look like I have an ass the size of a small eastern European country. They also make me look like a bagger at a grocery store (sorry Hayley, but they do). I also hate forcasters who promise rain on the day of a dreaded outdoor event, and then THERE IS NO RAIN!!! Nice and cloudy, but NO FREAKING RAIN!!! Now the question is, do I hate golf? This I do not know, but I do know that any sport that requires you to wear khaki’s and polo shirts is a sport that should be banned from my life.
Today, I will embarrass myself in front of a bunch of engineers with little or no sense of humor. For the love of God, where is the RAIN??!!!
The Map as of 10:18 a.m. We leave for the club at 11:00. Can’t it hurry up a bit?!
Why do people feel the need to offer advice and/or critiques when they are not needed, wanted, or appreciated?! Just because you have owned a dog or your neighbor owned a dog or your cousin’s sister’s baby-sitter’s roommate owned a dog does not mean you are the world’s foremost expert on canines!!! I really don’t care if you think Rott’s are scary and mean. It’s not your dog and you’ve never even seen her, so chill the fuck out! And just because your wife can afford to stay home with your kids/dogs/chickens does not mean that all dogs must be outside all day in order to live a humane life. There are many people on the planet who, heaven forbid, own dogs and…WORK!!! The horror, oh the sadness of it all.
Get over yourself and understand that just because people don’t do it your way doesn’t mean it won’t work. In fact, it seems to be working. And this dog is a helluva lot happier today than she was yesterday stuck in a pen with 20 other dogs. I promise, we’ll take good care of her.
NOTE: These comments are comments that have been building from several comments made by the commenters about topics that drive me BANANAS!!! For example, banning Judy Blume books, shooting every animal that moves, President Dumb-Ass and gay marriage. Sometimes, you just gotta vent.
Amused.
/1 Comment/in Fun, Molly, Photos, Work /by MeganSo, now that the stench of the golf tournament has worn off a bit, I’ve regained some of my sanity. I’m sure some of you are wondering if we were rained out. No. We were not rained out. It was a GORGEOUS DAY FOR GOLF. In all honesty, it wasn’t that bad. I only wiffed the ball 4 times and my partner let me drive the cart! And I drank at least 8 beers, which definetely helped my skills. Although now I am dehydrated and sunburned, I have to say, it was better than being at work. Except for a particular someone making me go into the bathroom with them. That was scary, and very, very strange. Trust me, you don’t want to know.
Notice how I have a beer in one hand, a confused look and no golf clubs? OK, maybe a putter, but you know I didn’t really use it.
Also, I’ve uploaded some pics of Molly to Flickr. But if you think Rotweiler’s are bad/evil/mean/dangerous or any of the above, don’t bother to look because I don’t care what you think. Or look and notice the sweetness of Molly and realize whatever you were thinking before was obviously wrong and hateful. Then send me $20. You’re welcome.
S&B Golf Tourny Jitters. Oh Crap.
/0 Comments/in Blond, Grumples, Work /by MeganI hate khakis. I really do. I never thought I did, but I do. Khaki’s make me look like I have an ass the size of a small eastern European country. They also make me look like a bagger at a grocery store (sorry Hayley, but they do). I also hate forcasters who promise rain on the day of a dreaded outdoor event, and then THERE IS NO RAIN!!! Nice and cloudy, but NO FREAKING RAIN!!! Now the question is, do I hate golf? This I do not know, but I do know that any sport that requires you to wear khaki’s and polo shirts is a sport that should be banned from my life.
Today, I will embarrass myself in front of a bunch of engineers with little or no sense of humor. For the love of God, where is the RAIN??!!!
The Map as of 10:18 a.m. We leave for the club at 11:00. Can’t it hurry up a bit?!
Rant.
/2 Comments/in Grumples, Molly, World /by MeganWhy do people feel the need to offer advice and/or critiques when they are not needed, wanted, or appreciated?! Just because you have owned a dog or your neighbor owned a dog or your cousin’s sister’s baby-sitter’s roommate owned a dog does not mean you are the world’s foremost expert on canines!!! I really don’t care if you think Rott’s are scary and mean. It’s not your dog and you’ve never even seen her, so chill the fuck out! And just because your wife can afford to stay home with your kids/dogs/chickens does not mean that all dogs must be outside all day in order to live a humane life. There are many people on the planet who, heaven forbid, own dogs and…WORK!!! The horror, oh the sadness of it all.
Get over yourself and understand that just because people don’t do it your way doesn’t mean it won’t work. In fact, it seems to be working. And this dog is a helluva lot happier today than she was yesterday stuck in a pen with 20 other dogs. I promise, we’ll take good care of her.
NOTE: These comments are comments that have been building from several comments made by the commenters about topics that drive me BANANAS!!! For example, banning Judy Blume books, shooting every animal that moves, President Dumb-Ass and gay marriage. Sometimes, you just gotta vent.