I have become a complete klutz.
I have no idea what the problem is, but I keep dropping…well, pretty much everything. Jethro has a thing for drinking out of Mason jars (I know, I know, I don’t want to talk about it…) and his favorite are the giant ones that you’re supposed to use for canning tomatoes or a small child. I knocked one of those off the bathroom counter last week and was late to work because it shattered EVERYWHERE. I’m still finding tiny shards. With my feet.
I also dropped a candle in Wal-Mart, possibly as a sub-conscious rebellion against being there and not at Super Target like I should have been. I keep knocking over glasses, I tripped over a rug at work and I have dropped dishes in the kitchen sink so many times that I know they’re gonna get hairline fractures and explode in the microwave or something.
I’m like a drunk toddler. Somebody please stop me.
I got new glasses.
My pretty Candie’s with the sparkles in them gave up the ghost a couple weeks ago by snapping at the stem. This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but it was definitely time for new ones. Which makes me nervous because what if I pick ugly ones that make me look stupid? I wear glasses constantly and they’re pretty darn expensive even with insurance, so they are not the fashion accessory that the industry wants me to think. I need them and I need them to not make me look stupid.
I ended up with these, but the best part is that I got free Transitions lenses in them. They are the lenses that turn darker when you go in the sun, so it’s like having glasses AND sunglasses. The fun part is that I completely forgot that I got them when I received my glasses, so I spent about two days thinking the sunlight looked weird. Once I remembered, I then spent the next two days making myself go blind(er) by staring in the sun and then taking off my glasses to see how dark they got.
I’m easily amused. If I had that mood polish that I’ve been coveting for weeks, I’d never get anything done.
My dog hates me.
Maggie has turned alternately needy and then spiteful. She has this LOVELY habit of waking up at 6am every morning, no matter what day it is and with no thought to the fact that her dog mommy stayed up WAY too late watching Buffy the night before because she was so close to finishing Season 6 and she HAD to see the return of Giles being all badass and then Seeing Red made her feel so bad about Spike, that she HAD to start Season 7 and see the part where Buffy find out he has a soul and he’s all sad and crazy and draped over the cross asking “Can we rest now?” while his flesh is smoking.
What? It’s a pivotal scene.
Anyway, she also HAS to have nighttime cuddles and if she does not have them, she will either hide downstairs and pout, or some upstairs and pace with her little nails tapping on the hardwood floor until it drives you bonkers.
But she’s also doing this thing now where she wants to go outside and just lay in the grass. Just cause she likes the sun. While I burn up because Texas is on FIRE right now and get eaten by mosquitoes that somehow manage to fly up my pant leg and down my shirt. So when I try to get her to go inside because I don’t have time to let her lay around while I hold a bag of poop and get bite, she flops on the ground and refuses to walk. So I look like a jerk to the neighbor guy who thinks Maggie is just SO pretty and perfect.
He’s not wrong, but I don’t like the stink eye as I accidentally drag her through the grass or end up picking her up while giving her a stern talking to. (At least I’m not alone in being the object of pet judgement.)
I’ve missed you terribly.
And I’m going to try and fix this messy site up a little more, make it look more spiffy. Add a few button and banners and whatnot. And get effing hosting because I don’t want WordPress to be the boss of me.
So what’s going on in your neck of the woods?
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Dude…don’t you worry. You are definitely not alone. Even this weekend, we had a garage sale and everyone gave us a hard time about having Vinny OUTSIDE. I was all – hELLO, he’s a DOG.
Can’t wait to see your new glasses!
Your pup has become a cat. Waking you up at God-Awful in the morning? Check Pouting? Check General Disregard for your comfort or schedule? Double Check. You poor thing!
Also, we have missed you too!
AHH! You’re so right.
I’ll have to tell Jethro, he HATES cats.
HA! Karma has kicked thee in thy BUTT, sir….
Um, are those new glasses a new prescription? Could that, perhaps, be related to Teh Klutz?
I wish. Then I’d have an excuse and it might go away. Nope, my prescription changed a little bit, but the clumsiness is all me… *sigh*
Yay new glasses! How do you like them? I think I would love transition lenses, but they tend to darken under camera flash, which looks like a Blues Bros. re-creation in candid photos… Is there a better solution to the awful “two pairs of prescription lenses” problem? Aside from really tacky clip-ons… Which I wear. You’re totally right, glasses are so much more than a fashion accessory.
Welcome back! And hosting is the bomb.
BOO! I didn’t know that about camera flashes…dammit. There goes my modeling career. (No, seriously, that will be annoying. Boo.)
I DO have a pair of sunglasses from Walmart that are huge and fit OVER my glasses…but they look strange. Well, they look like those giant fly-eye sunglasses that everyone loves, but I hate them…
And I want hosting very badly, but I added a widget today that broke my site and make it all wonky, so I’m scared about switching over. I’m gonna have to have Lizzie hold my hand….
I only know about the flashes because my mom looks like she’s wearing sunglasses in all our wedding photos. Your modeling career will be fine, though. Just tell everyone it’s the new black. Hosting is the bomb, but switching is not. Good luck!
My mom has had transition lenses for a long time, and I’ve always (that I can remember) been able to see her eyes in pictures, indoor or out. Maybe their are different transition lenses?
oh man Brady definitely does that stubborn must-lie-on-the-grass-a-while-mum routine, I don’t get it! seems like a thing with that much fur would rather lie on a comfy couch in a cool apartment instead of getting baked in the dry grass.. I think he can actually sense when it’s the WORST time for him to refuse to come inside, seems to always be when I’m in a hurry that he enjoys the grass so much.
cute glasses! didn’t occur to me that the camera flashes would be a problem, but now that I think about it, my father in law definitely looks like a bit blues brothers in our wedding portraits. heh.
LOVE your frames!
I too just got new glasses! Mine fell off the nightstand Friday morning (for probably the 1000th time) and decided to break in half at the bridge! I’m blind as a bat and did not have a back up pair or any contacts or anything. My lovely husband tried to glue them back together but then made the mistake of putting them in the oven to dry the glue! That only served to ruin the lenses. So long story short, I spent the last four days in loaner glasses with lenses that were kinda close to my prescription (they were not) while I waited for my new ones to come in.
Dude! Two words: Patricia. McConnell.
Hmm, you’re gonna need more than that, eh? She writes books about dogs and how they think, and how you can use that info to communicate with them better and *get them to do what you want* (sometimes). Stuff like getting them to follow you by making it seem like a game and “oh my goodness, it’s so much fun to play ‘chase'” and all that. SO HELPFUL.
Of course, if you were just venting about being annoyed, not looking for ideas, I get that too. It’s coo’.
I’m not overly fond of season 6 but the season 6 finale is one of my absolute favourite episodes of the entire show. We’re talking about Buffy obviously.
The klutzy thing is mostly embarrassing, I find. A pain in the arse too when you break shit.
I went through some months of extra klutzy-ness. It eventually went away. My brain was preoccupied and distracted and it was just not too concerned with all the things I was dropping or running into. We started thinking that maybe I should see a doctor if it lasted more than a couple of months, and thankfully, it stopped after a while. Now I am just my normal level of klutzy. 🙂