Habitualchaos

Ive noticed, in this last week, that its not a lack of stuff to say that plagues my one-post-a-week funk I cant seem to get out of. Its that on the days I have something to say, or think I have something to say... I just dont remember to write anything.

I could have wrote about being in the presence of a 15" Powerbook a couple days ago at work, a Powerbook I refused to hold because I want to reserve that for the day I get mine.

I could have wrote about finally getting the balances off my 25.9% APR Mastercard and my 22.9% APR Discover card, and putting them on a 0% (until this time next year) card... which will make my troubles with credit card debt a whole mess easier.

I could have wrote about having nothing but Halloween candy for dinner Thursday night because right after I got home from work, my 5yr old niece and (since it was his birthday Thursday) now 4yr old nephew insisted that I go with them and their mother (my sister) Trick-or-Treating around my parents house, and then immediately follow them to my sisters to go around their neighborhood.

I could have wrote about those... but its always the same that I just never seem to do it. Its not an aversion to writing about them, its not that I dont write cause I think itll be boring, and actually care if you think it is.

Something always distracts me. From watching those instructional videos (that I still need to do more of)... to yes, video games and the Boob-Tube... to playing with my niece and nephew cause since my mom watches them, theyre almost always here... to trying to make time to keep working on my new site design... its always something.

Its always something.

Despite my unemployed status at the time, and that (technically) it might not have been a good idea... the one thing I really dont regret buying is my mountain bike. I have to give thanks to my bud Miller for the opportunity though, as he had a an old friend who owned the bike shop where I bought my, normally $750, bike for $250.

Its been a long time since I brought her out for some fresh air... but yesterday, was a beautiful enough day that I didnt have any choice but to bring her out to enjoy the nice weather with me. I would usually go out in the nearby woods to my old apartment, but considering those woods are close to a half hour away... I decided to give the woods behind my parents house a shot.

What I do know after that ride yesterday, is thats its been way too long to have stayed away.

Lately, my nice tailbone injurys been aggravated yet again... although I didnt think itd bother me that much. Luckily I was right, that part wasnt bad at all.

It didnt stop, however, the cramp I got in my side for most of the ride. It didnt stop me misjudging a puddle I was riding through and sticking my foot into 6 inches of muddy water. It didnt stop the slips here and there from it being so muddy. It didnt stop being out of breath here and there. It didnt stop the onset of a small headache towards the end of the ride. It didnt stop all the mud, and the little cuts on my legs from low tree branches.

And it didnt stop me from loving every fucking minute of it.

Two days ago... I think I unintentionally scared an elderly woman. Not scared as in she actually yelled and ran away from me... scared as in I think I intimidated her somehow. Was pretty funny to me.

I stopped at the bank to deposit my paycheck, and when I pulled into the parking lot I noticed this elderly lady sitting in like a Lincoln Continental or something; I didnt really see what exact make the car was. She was sitting in the passengers side with her door half open, just sitting there obviously waiting for someone. I noticed her look over at me when I stopped and shut off the car... so she saw me with the bald head and my dark Terminator looking sunglasses.

I, of course, got out of my car and as I started towards the door to the bank, I looked over again and saw she had closed her half-open door. I didnt hear the door close, but she must have closed it as I was getting out of my car.

I didnt think much of it, her closing the door... till I got closer to the bank and saw the reflection of her in the glass of the banks door. As I approached the door, getting further away from her and her car... she opened the door back up again, sitting there just she was when I pulled in.

I couldnt help but start laughing a little. I mean, Ive been told I have a somewhat intimidating look... even if I cant see it. I also realize we're talking about an elderly lady too... so maybe its the over-sized head... maybe its the broad shoulders... maybe its the bald head... maybe its the tattoos; maybe its different combinations of all the above, I dunno.

I dont know what it is about me that makes me seem intimidating to some people... I certainly dont walk around trying to seem that way. I dont know what it was for this lady... but I found it just a tad humorous that I, unintentionally, scared an old lady 2 days ago.

Ok everyone... we're running last Mondays post about the bike ride again this week, but with the following copy changes:

"Its been a long time since I brought her out for some fresh air... but yesterday, was a beautiful enough day that I didnt have any choice but to bring her out to enjoy the nice weather with me."

• changes are "Its still been a long time" ... "yesterday was a nice enough day" ... "bring her out to enjoy the good biking weather with me again"

"I would usually go out in the nearby woods to my old apartment, but considering those woods are close to a half hour away... I decided to give the woods behind my parents house a shot."

• that entire statement is replaced by "Took a spin out in the woods behind my parents house again... as from my ride last week, theyre actually halfway decent, and half an hours still a little too far away."

"Lately, my nice tailbone injurys been aggravated yet again... although I didnt think itd bother me that much. Luckily I was right, that part wasnt bad at all."

• that entire statement is replaced by "Thank God my tailbone injury decided to go away for now... so it wouldnt potentially bug me on my ride."

All remaining copy in last weeks post is fine to run this week, and should stay where its at. The images in that post last week need to be replaced by these...

On a final note... the statement about loving every fucking minute of it needs to be emphasized more. Thats it. Thanks everyone.

I found out last week, after stopping at the old courthouse my aunt works in, that my former upstairs neighbor at my old two bedroom apartment... is moving into my (also old) "loft" apartment on the top floor of the said courthouse. I can only assume my former neighbor heard about it from me, when I was moving in... as the owner of the courthouse doesnt actively advertise this living space in the courthouse/now office building.

Im not upset, in any way, by this. Why should/would I be? It does feel a little weird though knowing someones gonna be occupying the space I had for 3 weeks. Even with its little flaws, and some of the little problems that led me to move out and go home... I very much liked that space (for anyone that doesnt remember it, this is what the place looked like).

Sure the water pressure in the kitchen sucked, and it took forever to get the hot water to come through, cause I was on the top floor... but it had its own sense of style; not to mention the cool factor!

Ah well... such is life, I guess.

I dont know if I mentioned it at all before... but a couple weeks ago, my dog (who lives at my parents house) decided she didnt wanna be cooped up in the dog run my father constructed many many years ago. She crawled under part of the fence (of the dog run) to get to the main fence of my parents yard, crawling under that to escape out into the woods behind my parents house.

She was gone for over 4 hours, in the end. At the point she was gone for only a couple hours, and with my sister already having left work to look for her... I decided to do the same and come home early to look for her. I walked for more than an hour through the woods calling her name... with no result. Upon the beginning of my second attempt looking through another section of woods... she came walking back, obviously a little sore.

To make a long story short, she was a little more injured than we first thought... the end result you see below.

She ended up with the worst being a broken front leg, that we didnt even realize cause she was putting pressure on it over the weeked (was Friday she got out). Even the vet, when we took her Monday, didnt think it was broken at a glance... for the same reason we didnt. Was only an X-Ray that revealed a clean break in her leg. She was cast up and sent home... to be babied a little, of course with the occasional "stupid dog" thrown at her.

So far, shes broken her cast twice. Not to a point of any danger, but to a point where it was bending a little more than it should. Thank God recasting was part of the vets bill.

This all leads up to this morning. No more than 10 minutes after I get to the office this morning... my mom calls me on my cell phone. She called to tell me that my Dad had let her out this morning, and our next door neighbor brought her home about 20 minutes after that.

Even with whatever happened to her the first time she got out... and even wearing a cast for a broken leg she got when she got out last; she was compelled to do it again. Cast and all... she crawled under both fences to go for a stroll, just reiterating our "stupid dog" comments before.

My mom said, different from the first time... this time she got out, even though its still not good, was a little funnier simply because she must have some hot boyfriend to do this again, as injured as she is.

Little update to the last post about my doggy and her desperate need to get out of my parents yard.

First: Ever since the accident, shes worn one of those plastic cones around her neck (as seen in the pic from the previous post) so she didnt make her injuries worse by licking them. When we let her out, however, we'd take the cone off so she could do her business... plus give her a little break from the cone, as well.

What we didnt realize at first was, she was associating going out with taking the cone off... so she began seemingly wanting to go outside a lot. She didnt have to go or anything, she just wanted an opportunity to lick her wounds... and realized since we were taking the cone off when she went outside, she could make it seem like she wanted outside to do her business; but lick her wounds instead. Smart dog, after all... and the end result being, we started leaving the cone on even when she went out.

Second: Leaving the cone on also prevented her from crawling under the fence to get out again; just for those cases we werent watching her... or so we thought.

Thanksgiving morning, my Dad let out both the dogs to do their business; and left them out while he helped my mom get ready for Thanksgiving. 20 minutes later, they hear some noise on the front porch... and my mom, in disbelief, asked my Dad if the dogs could have got out. Of course he didnt think so, considering my dog had a big plastic cone on her head. He opened the front door to find both dogs on the front porch, just walking around.

Apparently, my dog found a spot in the fence; that she bent back so far... it was big enough for our other dog to just casually stroll right through. The other dog, Murphy, is a Cocker Spaniel/Dalmation mix and he has the size of the Spaniel... so hes not a big dog at all. But my dog left a big enough space in the fence... that Murphy could literally walk through with no problem.

So again, that must be one hot fucking boyfriend my dog has... considering not only, last week, did she crawl out of the fence broken leg, cast and all; but this week she crawled out broken leg, cast, and big fucking plastic cone and all.