No more Khaki?

Well today Khaki had another accident in her crate this morning while I was at work - so I emailed the adoption coordinater and she basically hypothesized everything that I was already thinking. A) she is too smart for her own good (give me my Motley back! I like my stupid dog!) B) she has a mild form of seperation anxiety, and C) she's a brat. Basically, she has figured out that certain walks are done right before I leave for work and so she doesn't pay attention to what she is supposed to be doing and pays too much attention to what I'm doing. And thus: we have accidents.
She also decided that eating the rest of a half-eaten thing of a crunch bar was a good idea - I think I may have decided her otherwise, as induced vomiting via Hydrogen Peroxide is a wretched business; but I digress.
The adoption coordinater also informed me that there was a family interested in Khaki - and so far they sound pretty ideal. Which is great, except that I'm going to miss her when she goes. I can't believe how attached I am to her already - I know, all of you are just sitting there shaking your heads, saying how much you can believe it. I know. But I can't believe it, so there :P
I hope this family works out for her - I think she has been to enough homes.
And now she has just drank some of my milk from my glass - gross! There goes that!

Flowers and Skirts

So this past week has been hectic. Dog issues, money issues, plant issues, all of that. Khaki has mostly gotten over being sick - yes, she had a mild GI illness. And when that was finally resolved she decided having a couple of accidents in her crate (on her bed) was the thing to do yesterday. Let me just inform you in case you were wondering - that smell and 656 sq feet do NOT go well. So I spent Sunday airing out my apartment and cleaning the entire place - I think I broke my vaccum too! I'm kinda afraid to really go look at it. And I have a confession to make - I already told my big sister so she knows - I did it. My poor bed, who has been with me these past 9 years, whom I have laid on and loved - now wears a skirt. A bedskirt - after I practically took an oath to never own one or put one on my bed. But oh well.
Money issues has to do with a single unknown charge to my checking account - I'm sure that I will figure it out once my statement comes in the mail.
Wicket killed my Morning Glories, so I had to replant them and the new ones have already started sprouting. The boquet of lilies that I bought have scented my apartment very nicely and the rest of the plants are doing okay - except my orchid that I am constantly at war with.
But all in all things are good.
Can't wait for this weekend - Eclipse and The Last Airbender out in Theater's!

First

So I decided that I would give blogging a try. I figure - hey both of my sisters are doing it and while I don't have kids (hurray for me!) I do have things that I want to write about and put out there ( we will not discuss my novel, we will not discuss my novel . . . ). Also, I just don't feel like posting this stuff in the "Notes" section of Facebook. So here goes. Let's see how long this lasts.

Today: work. Yeah, I know, that's pretty anticlimactic. But work today was pretty good. It wasn't insane for once and I didn't have to deal with any stupid clients. Everything was straight forward and pretty smooth. We even finished early - we don't get to leave early, but everything was done before 6pm. And on my way home: no one tried to kill me with their cars! It was a great day!

The only damper on the entire day was that my foster dog, Khaki (I'll have had her for a week tomorrow) decided to investigate my countertops and found the Kit Kat bars I had up there. It was one of those giant ones that you can get at Walmart. Thankfully I had already eaten about half of it, so she didn't get as much as she could have. Plus she had already some of her breakfast to coat her stomach so it wasn't too much of a disaster. So I gave her more breakfast to help "move things along." I took her to work with me just to make sure she didn't do anything in the apartment, if you get my drift. Which was a good thing, since it did have fun with her GI tract. But thankfully I had put her outside into one of our outdoor runs so that went well.

Khaki and Wicket are getting along well, as long as Khaki stays calm. When she gets excited and runs around Wicket gets up on her toes and puffs her hair out. Alice is just unamused, as always, and has already informed Khaki that she is the Queen and Khaki is lucky to be allowed to even exsist inside of her domain.

But life goes on . . .

Let's see, what else? My Morning Glory's are growing well so far, as is my miniature Rosebush. My orchid is still struggling along - one of the one's that I brought with me from California. Poor thing has been through a lot!