The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
It's been a while, no? My apologies. Heh, I see my stat counter hasn't moved in a day or so, I think people are giving up on me. Ah well. I've been a bit lax, so why don't I give you a bit of a life update? My step grandmother has come over from England for an extended stay. She is a lovely woman whose only flaw is that she seems to talk nonstop. Seriously, she'll start talking the minute you enter the room, and then keep going. You wait for a break in the conversation to mention you need to go, oh I don't know, rescue the biscuits burning in the oven, but one never comes. You try politely to interject a quick, "How fascinating...I just need to run off for a quick second..." but never seem to be able to break through the cheerful, lilting chatter. Finally, you simply start to ease backwards out of the room until you reach the door, give a wave, and walk away. This does not, in fact, deter her- she continues to talk despite the lack of an audience. It is even possible to leave, spend fifteen minutes doing something out of earshot, and then walk back into the room to hear her carrying on the same conversation you were having when you left. It's really quite amazing. While she is here, she's staying in my rooom, displacing Elija and I to Katies. Fortunately the overlap is only a week (this week, in fact), while lays in between her arrival and my family's departure for Georgia. Er, perhaps I should explain. July of every year, my Dad and Stepmom escape the DC heat and drive down to our lakehouse in the Blue Ridge mountains for the month. This year Audrey (my step grandmother) will be joining them- along with her Shitzu Bobby. Ah, Bobby. Bobby is one of the most pampered, spoilt little dogs I have ever come accross. He is not fed dog food- he is fed table scraps. And not just any table scraps- he doesn't get the fat and bones and ends. Oh, no, he gets the prime stuff. To date, I have seen this dog wolf down steak, crab, and wild, stream-raised (read $12/lb) Salmon. The last bit almost made me cry. Why on earth would you feed a dog expensive, increasingly rare wild salmon? *shakes head*. But this is not the most annoying facet of Bobby's personality. You see, despite the fact that he is fixed, Bobby fancies himself a pimp-daddy. We have a little female Shitzu named Muffin. Bobby has decided that Muffin is the hottest thing since sliced bread, and now follows her arround everywhere. I suppose it would be one thing if he were well behaved, and acted like a gentleman. But no. He makes a complete nuisance of himself- humping her, noseing at her, whineing when she ignore him (which is all the time), sniffing her butt whenever he can get near it, the works. Needless to say, Muffin is not amused, and tries to disuade his amorous tendencies- to no avail. Thanks to his unholy persistance, she is reduced to running away from him, or curling up in a ball on the floor so as to protect as much of herself as possible from his prodding nose. Poor girl. So life around the house has been quite lively. Things will settle down a bit after Thursday, which will be nice. Also, Karen comes to visit me this weekend! I'm so excited, I have a million things I want to do- and I'm thrilled just to get a chance to see her. Whee!
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