My dog can talk

Pippi has adopted her own language. Whenever she's feeling ignored, for example, when I'm on an important phone call or when I'm trying to pack stuff up and not paying her enough attention, she'll bust out with "words". Of course, to me it's just loud, obnoxious noise.

...and then she attacks. Some days I feel bad for Rocco. And then I remember when my brother first got him and he peed everywhere, including on my bed.

Speaking of packing stuff (yes, I'm still doing that), yesterday and today I've found a goldmine of things that make me feel old.

The first cell phone of everyone in my generation. It didn't
text. How did we even SURVIVE!?

Operating manuals for a boom box that played cassette tapes and a camera
that used film.

The portable CD player I rocked out to Linkin Park on over and over again
during my morning gym workouts.

Don't worry, these are all currently in the trash. It occurred to me that I don't have any owner's manuals for any of my newer electronics. And then I remembered, we have this fancy thing called 'the internet' these days.

Along with all this packing and digging through old stuff, comes lots of dust. Take that along with the fact that I have allergies sent straight from the devil and killer humidity yesterday, and you get a really crappy run. I managed 4 miles, instead of the hour-long run I was aiming for. I think I've decided I'm not signing up for Spring races ever again unless I can find something that actually works for my allergies. This race is going to kill me.

And now, a guessing game!

1. Someone is going to sign a contract on a house next Friday. You get three guesses and the first two don't count :)

2. What's a skrillex?

If you guessed "some famous music person that I don't know" you'd be correct. Of all the stuff in this world, the people who created Draw Something have pretty much he worst imaginations ever. (And the worst taste in music and stand-up comedians, apparently).


Does your dog "act out" when he/she is feeling ignored?

You totally had a pager in high school. Don't lie.

Did you know what a "skrillex" was before I told you?

Take your head off and have a drink!

My weekend started off with The Hunger Games FINALLY! It did not disappoint. Pure amazing. I was a little miffed about a couple of parts that weren't like the book, though, and I was wishing my SIL had read the book so we could discuss it. I immediately texted Alyssa, who confirmed the one part that was bothering me the most. It was that important.

In case you saw the movie but didn't read the book,
that's not where she got the mockingjay pin from!

I spent the drive home trying to not throw up. I thought it was maybe the camera angles in the movie that gave me motion sickness, but when I felt that way almost the entire weekend, I figured it was something else. As a result, again, no long run this weekend. I'm working from home tomorrow, so I'm going to try to get in an hour of running tomorrow and another day this week.

And now, on to the open house!

Dining room...six chairs that all are different.

 

Stairs look like they're from a horror movie. More lighting
Please!

 

My first indication a single man lives here currently. So gross!

Master bedroom. I've never lived in a master bedroom! I'm going to be fancy.

Guest bathroom says "Hi, I need a makeover!"

Guest room closet. Go Red Sox!

Jeremy and I were going around opening all the shades. We're totally related.
Oh, this is the guest room, for when you all come over to visit :)

Dear Kitchen: Don't worry, I will make you pretty!

Aside from the fact that most of the light fixtures need upgrades (and a few need to be added), and we'd need to install ceiling fans, along with all the painting that needs to be done, the house is in really decent shape. I was surprised at how clean all the carpets are and at all the yard space the house comes with. There are still a few questions that I've e-mailed to the Community Home Trust people, but I've asked to put a reserve on the house (since I'm the first one on the wait list and I don't want anyone to take it from me), so this may just be my future home!

On a more random note, WTH is a "lilduval"?

Saturday night I followed the home awesomeness with some hockey awesomeness. Nicole and Mike, whom I met in February at the Myrtle Beach marathon (through Alyssa), invited me to a Hurricanes game. It was a great time, although there weren't enough fights for my liking. Perhaps the best part was during the breaks, about 10 random mascots came out onto the ice and it was comedy gold. During the first break they played a very short hockey game, and during the second break it was musical chairs...with three chairs. Nothing is funnier than a bunch of people dressed in huge costumes falling all over the ice. I promise you.

aaaand...cue hilarious laughter.

The best comment of the night goes to Nicole, who wondered, "Do you think, at the end of the night, they all take their heads off and have a drink?"

I bet they do.

Sunday started off pretty lame, but then I realized...I need to start packing! And then I started panicking, which sounds almost the same, but it's not. I went to town on my closet and dresser, and the result?

Goodwill is getting a ton of my amazing castaways, including a couple swimsuits
from when I was on the swim team in high school. I'm so awesome.

That's ten years of cell phone gold right there. Now, what to do with them?

Have you saved "mementos" thinking you may want them someday? (No, that's not why I saved the phones. I just don't know how to clear them so some evil genius can't hack into them and steal my identity.

Have you ever dressed as a mascot? I want to know what it's like in there.

Do you know what a "lilduval" is?