#211, or My Weekdays Keep Getting Interestinger, or Self-Control FTW


This day started out like most other weekdays: mosey to work, work, lunch – except I made last minute plans to take the pup to the vet to hopefully get some help for his issues. The (2+ hour) appointment was sort of overwhelming but I count it as a happy note because I feel good about our new vet. I also feel like we got some solid answers and help for Chewy. Staying positive that this new information will guide us in the direction of awesome healing for a well-deserved little guy.

Having medicated him good, he’s a sleepy puppay so I’m pretty sure we’ll both get some ace sleep tonight. Maybe David will too! Hah, that was funny.

I am also patting myself on the back for being awesome and eating well for three days in a row now and working out three days in a row. Holler. Tomorrow is my off day for working out and I’ll be out with my parents so it will probably be a cheat day on food too but I feel like I’m getting a half-decent hold again on my fitness as a whole. Not just the diet or just the working out. Boom. Gettin’ fit y’all.

Oh and it doesn’t hurt that my new workout regimen is kicking my ass. Seriously. A lot. I’m a sweaty disgusting mess at the end of each workout and I looooove it. I feel weak and strong at the same time. Very complex-like.

So basically, even while taking care of my sick dog I’m getting sexier every second. Are you intimidated by my overwhelming beauty?

I know it’s pretty intense but don’t be scared.

“Sabrina is awesome and she’s the happiest person I know.” Someone Really Important

No? That doesn’t work as a quote?

Weird. I’m pretty sure it does. And it’s accurate.


#210, or I Will Walk and Then Walk Some More, or Office Job Will Not be the End of Me


I have two new life regimens that involve walking and I’m pretty happy about that. My current job allows for quite a bit of sitting. At my last desk job I had to walk to different parts of the building on a regular basis. The job before that, I had to share a desk so I did loads of walking and standing.

I’m still more in shape now than I was when I was working as a personal trainer (go figure) but the always-sitting thing is really getting to me. So much sitting! I’m a mega-fidgeter so that helps to keep my body alive and awake but sometimes I just need to move much more than my job allows.

That in mind, I’ve started bringing sneakers so I can walk on my lunch break. I don’t always walk – sometimes I have errands to run, sometimes the weather is horrid – but the option is there more often than not. The weather is getting nicer and it’s time for me to mosey around.

Also, I got a puppaaaaaaaay. In the short time we’ve had him we’ve learned a valuable fact – if he goes on a good walk before bed he doesn’t get up a million times and get all antsy while we’re trying to sleep. Very important fact. So now I have a new walking routine with the little guy; a mile before bed. I’ve really enjoyed it so far – even in the cold – because it gets me out of the house into the crisp night air. The stars are out. The neighborhood is quiet. It’s sort of heavenly. I absolutely can’t wait until summer when I get to do that walk during warm and lively summer nights. I’m already looking forward to it.

So there you have it. Lots of miles. Most days of the week. I love walking. It makes me feel good. I love outside. It makes me feel gooder. This is a nice step toward relaxing my mind and body every day. And that certainly feels like some pretty extreme happiness to me already.

 

“The gift of happiness belongs to those who unwrap it.” Andrew Dunbar

Oooh presents! I love presents!


#208, or PUPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY


 

PUPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Just so we’re all on the same page: all dogs are puppies. All.

This is Chewy Dalek Johnson. He is a sweetie pie. He was well-trained for sure. He’s so incredibly laid-back and just loves being near people. He’s turned into my second shadow but has also snuggled with everyone that’s walked in the door today.  He sits on command. He’s house trained. He’s good with dogs, cats, and kids. I luff him.

He was surrendered by the owner because he killed a rabbit and a chicken (beagle = hunter) and because he has skin issues that the vet at the SPCA believes is an allergy slash food sensitivity. That’s like returning a cat for killing a mouse and a bird – SILLINESS. He’s an itchy fella so we’re trying to feed him a special food brand until we talk to his new vet.

And oh hey, I gave him a bath tonight and he just sort of hung out. He tried to step out of the tub once and I moved him back. I was prepared for the worst but he just sort of put up with it. And now he smells less like shelter and more like regular dog.

He’s a suspiciously good pup and I love him dearly.

My next step is to train him to pick out my clothes for the day and get me dressed without waking me.

Although before that I need to work on his farting and snoring. This farting-on-mom thing is not okay. And his snores sound just like David when he’s stuffy. QUIET DOWN SNOREBERT THE SECOND!

Everyone I know should bring their dogs over for a play date. Maybe not on the same day because Chewy would get confused but you know… in increments or whatever.

I think, in honor of new mister puppay’s middle name, I will now watch some Doctor Who. This is a great idea. I am a genius.

Bask in my genius.


#207, or There’s a Positive Here, or Rough Friday Will be Okay


Here’s why Friday wasn’t great:

  • There is, in fact, no delivery service for sharp cheese and french bread.
  • My mind powers didn’t work on my laundry so I had to spend at least 15 minutes putting clothes away.
  • I forgot to ask for extra hot sauce on my Chipotle burrito bowl so I had to add more at home myself.

I know what you’re thinking – that poor girl, her life is so incredibly hard. One day she’s rejoicing because her fiance doesn’t have a trace of cancer anymore and the next day she’s picking up her own cheese and bread at the market. But I don’t want you to worry about me. I’m going to be fine. That’s my positive for the day. In spite of the multiple travesties of my very hectic day off of work, I will be fine.

 

I know, I know. I’m strong and courageous. I get it.

 

“Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.” Ovid

Soo… I’m not a man which I’m pretty sure means that this quote can’t possible apply to me which, in turn, means I have all rights to continue worrying in pursuit of happiness. Phew. That was close.


#206, or David is Officially in Remission


Fuck cancer.

LIVESTRONG.


#205, or An Unusually Adventerous Wednesday, or Drivey Drive Drive


*I devoured a piece of Benny Todino’s. I somewhat regret this decision but it was good while it lasted so I’ll still count it.

*I left work an hour early.

*It didn’t take us too terribly long to get to Hoboken considering the pouring rain all 200 something miles.

*We’re in Hoboken. Okay so maybe we don’t usually come here for the best reasons but this city has really grown on me.

*The Walking Dead! We’re catching up on this past Sunday’s episode right now. I sure love me some Zombies.

*My parents would take me in before letting me live on the street. Fine – that’s sort of a weird and random thought but it occurred to me out of the blue today. I am grateful for a support system many don’t have.

*Roxy the Sassmobile is getting her oil changed while we’re gone. I bet tonight she’s feeling like totally fresh Sassmobile and can’t wait for me to get back.

*Pay Day! I’m rich y’all!


#203, or I’m Basically Famous Now


Perhaps I had a post planned today.

Perhaps it’s Monday and I got to do a happy dance because my writing was featured on one of the blogs I stalk most, Offbeat Bride. I’m a proud member of the Offbeat Bride Tribe of fiance and wife ninjas sent on a mission to save the world wedding support for the left of center.

Perhaps after I realized this, I decided that was my happy post for the day.

Perhaps you should read it.

 

 

 

I’ll wait.

 

 

 

In case you’re wondering, I’ll be in Hoboken and Manhattan this week for my world tour. Please no photos but I’m always available for autographs.

Perhaps I’m taking a melatonin and going to bed early because I’m an 85 year-old woman in a 24 year-old’s body.

Perhaps.

 

“If you want to be happy, be.” Leo Tolstoy

Aaaaaand go!