Another Night Lost.

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I’ve officially now spent another evening uploading pictures. Although I did have a bottle of wine to help me out, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.

First up, graduation weekend on Flickr .

Seriously, these pictures made me succomb to the tanning demon. I look deathly for Christ’s sake!

Second, Cindy and Lee’s new home addition, along with some pics of Cindy in her garden and the new addition to the Penner/Peters Household. Notice how Cindy’s plants are still alive. Maybe I should pay more attention [see any entry mentioning my plants] to her gardening techniques.

Finally, Molly, who went to her first vet check-up today. She has tapeworm, but was a total sweetie and all the people at the clinic loved her! Yea! We’ll convince people all Rottweilers aren’t bastards yet!!!

The Grumples Monday Edition

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I loathe Mondays. Especially Mondays like this Monday, where I have to sit at a desk for 5 hours with nothing to do. Let me rephrase, nothing interesting to do. My brain is a pile of mush. My super-educated, top 10% of class, workaholic brain is BORED!!! I need substance, or at least something to do! I could have gone to the Manhattan VoTech and had a job like this one!

My Monday grumples today are threefold.

1) My job makes me want to drink heavily so my brain can feel like it really is being used up to its potential.

2) My sister made me feel like absolute crap about my dog. She also thinks that my Molly will decapitate her children and chew off my hand while I’m sleeping. Quote – “They have a bad reputation for a reason.” Yes, because people who claim they have a bad reputation tell other people they have a bad reputation, who tell other people, etc, etc.

3) Graduation was this weekend, which once again made me feel old. Everyone (parents) was asking me what I’m doing a year after my graduation day. I answer the phone in a cheerful voice. I’m so glad I spent all that $$$$ on my overpriced education. Maybe I can get a job as a checker at Wal-Mart next!

But an upper to this downer of an entry is the joy of this weekend. My friends are the absolute best, and I’m so proud of them. I’m especially proud of Amber who, during her graduation keg party, lost her dancing shoes, only to find them again, putting her back on top of her ‘dancing game.’ Thank you for dancing shoes. Thank you for boob shirts. Thank you for sparkly boob shirts that attract drunk boyfriends. Thank you for wine in a box, the OC and a bed of good buddies. Thank you for pitas. Thank you for cheese bread. Thank you for summer beer and random shots of apple flavored liquor. Thank you to Mike Sukup, the friendliest bartender in town. May the good lord Kevin Costner bless you all. If you build it, he will come. Amen.

Stay tuned for grad pictures! If you read it, I will post.

Professor Molly McGoo, Ph.D.

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Last night I finally sat down in front of Cali’s kennel, and cleaned everything out. I found her favorite chew toy (a red Kong) along with several leashes she’d chewed through. I also found what we dubbed “The Scary Collar,” which we had to use to keep her from breaking our arms off. She actually did break Trent’s Mom’s finger before the use of the “Scary Collar” was required when walking Cali.

I found her old vet bills and information. I found her forms from her first check-up, when we couldn’t get her to eat dry food. We had to get this damn prescription food that cost 20 bucks a pop! We did it though. She was our baby. Our first real responsibility. And though she had too much energy and was never really good at that “come” command, she loved us. And we adored her.

Today we adopted the newest addition to this Peters/Spooner Project. She’s a 1-year-old Rott-mix named Molly. Technically it’s Professor Molly McGoo, Ph.D., but she’s Molly to those who know her. She’s the exact opposite of Cali. She’s super-mellow, almost to the point of laziness. She never pulls on the leash. When a bird or squirrel flies by, she just gives it a passing glance. Actually, I probably shouldn’t say all of this, since we’ve only had her for 4 hours and I’m sure she’ll be much different in a few days.

I will always love and miss Cali. But the time has come to move on. Closure is a good thing. And so are new beginnings.

My Pops

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I just want to say that my father is the greatest man alive! When I’m lost or scared or penny-less, he is right there to pick me up. Even when I least expect it. He just made my day and my life so much better. I’m always afraid he’s going to let me down and I’m scared to let him down, but I don’t think either has ever happened. Thank you Daddy. Thank you so much. And thank you to Trent for trying to pick me up off the floor and showing me that I don’t have to turn to people who I don’t want to turn to. Thank you for offering to pay for my tires. And thank you for understanding that I’m a stubborn girl who will never ask for what she really wants. I swear, I’m trying to be better, but I will probably always be this way. Maybe just a little more subdued and less dramatic. I hear this comes with age, although looking at the family tree, we may be in trouble!

New Year’s Resolution

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Most people make resolutions for the new year in January. Trent and I, on the other hand, make our resolutions in early March. Why? Well, for some reason or another, maybe it’s Valentine’s Day or our Anniversary in February, we tend to re-evaluate our relationship during this time of year. This year, we decided we’re not going to just sit around and be bored. So today, instead of sitting on our bums all day, we went out for some fun. This included lunch at a local flea market and a trip to the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. And I must say, any place that serves lunch along with large amounts of plastic jewelry and Star Wars figurines is a great place to hang on a Saturday afternoon.

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