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SEE MIDDLE RE-TWEET!!

ALERT ALERT!

 

That's me. Painting my dog's toenails!

 

 

I'm not ashamed....I love my dog! I want her to look pretty and lady like!!!!

And she even used to wear pink bows regularly!!!!! Because I liked it!

And I still love dogs with painted toe nails!

 It means they are loved and FABULOUS!

 

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Citizenship?

What's wrong with this picture?? This is the neighbor that yelled 'its against the law to not have your dogs on a leash' (see earlier post)! What a loyal non-law-breaking citizen. Haha!!!

 

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Perfect running weather & how my dogs handle it.

This summer I am going to start running with a group of people who run in the mornings. Today was going to be my first day to join them. I got a message that they were not running due to wind and it might rain. Okay. I'll start tomorrow. I realized it was just misty cool weather and took my dogs out for a jog which ended up being 6.4 miles. PERFECT RUNNING WEATHER!!!!!!!!!


Memo about the dogs:  Ellie is an over weight 7 year old golden retriever and on a diet and needs to exercise... Sky could probably run forever. She has unlimited energy. Ellie loves walks and loves jogs but if she gets tired during the run, rather than slowing down.........she stops and plops wherever we are. For instance: In the mud. In a nasty puddle and today....In the middle of the street, crossing Seth Child Road.....Which is a 45 mph street and is very busy. So I pull her and sky is pulling her (I use one leash and have them hooked side-by-side) and Ellie still lays there..... People Honking giggling as they watch me try to maneuver my 80lbs golden retriever to the other side of the street. And then her collar slips off. And yes, she continues to sit there being as stubborn as always.... Once she plops 1 time its a never ending battle until we get home. She walks 10-20 steps lays down. over-and-over.

  Perfect example. 

Puzzles: My new obsession. Literally Hours and Hours of Entertainment.

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The real housewife of Manhattan, Kansas.

 

The Real Housewife of Manhattan, KS.

http://www.ci.manhattan.ks.us/DocumentCenter/Home/View/3048

                                          Sky                   Zuri                        Ellie

The first Saturday of summer. It started off with a 5k race with a colleague. Ran it in about 32:00 minutes which is pretty typical for me. 10 minute miles...

I came home realized the garbage cans are still on the curb from yesterday. Ghetto. I know....So I bring them in. This is about a  15 second procedure; from the curb to the garage. My dogs are outside with me. Super obedient...they love me and don't leave my side and don't even pay attention to others...Ellie is a 7 year old golden retriever and Sky is a therapy dog. Uh Hello. Pretty much perfect Pets!!!! (well, almost)
I realize that I am already sweaty I should probably Mow.  I get the law mower out. And then it happens.....I get the pleasure of meeting Vicki Gunderson (look-a-like)....She is about 65 wearing a black mini skirt and heals. Blonde. Big fake teeth....
Vicki Gunderson: You need to get those dogs on a leash. Its the law. All dogs need to be on the leash. Its unlawful to let your dogs run free.  There are children in this area. I'm the landlord of your neighbors next door.
Me: Excuse me? Were they bothering you? Did they come up to you? (No, they didn't they walked outside and ran around the garage and stayed right next to me while I pulled in the garbage cans and got the lawn mower).
Vicki: Its the law.
Me: (eye roll) Thank you??
Vicki: I'm trying to be neighborly!
(Keep in mind. My dogs and I had been outside for 15-20 seconds before she rudely approached us).

Somebody lied to Vicki. Whatever...."I wouldn't want to be un- neighborly." I leash up the pups.....and mow. Vicki then walks across the street to the house diagonally from me... okay? weird. I continue to mow. She walks back by.
Me: Well that wasn't a very neighborly introduction. I'm Jesi. Nice to meet you. Sorry about my dogs. So your the landlord of these two houses?
Vicki: Yes, I'll be living in the one across the street and my son and his family are moving next door. I'm _____________ (I'll continue to just call her Vicki Gunderson from the real housewives).
I am just not a pet person. They always like me and I don't like pets. (small talk continues)

Welcome to the neighborhood, Vicki!! We. Are. Surrounded.
I've attached the link to the dog ordinance in Manhattan, KS. 
My dogs can be off the leash in my yard. Just not running around the city out of control.... Maybe I'll copy this off and put it in her mailbox.

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HOMELSS?!?!?!

Welp. I DON'T HAVE AN ADDRESS? WHAT AM GOING TO DO? DO I HAVE TO MOVE IN WITH MY MOM AGAIN??? ffffffffuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkk!

Then I was saved by one of my closest friends. Took me in. Let me cry, drank wayyy tooo much wine and heal at her house in their spare bedroom. And then. About a month or 2 later. They broke up. (Caution Caution!!!!!!!!) My Friend, being the wonderful, dedicated, loving girlfriend to her, now, ex. sees the tornado I am currently still grieving from.... and says "You can stay until I get home from being abroad in July. Its April. April 9th. 3 more months of the ex boyfriend in their house for 3 months. I see her kindness and loving heart..... so now. Its the first day of summer. My friend is in Africa and its just me, her ex-boyfriend, oh and did I mention his 50% of the time 6 year old living together for 6 more weeks. Yeah. Just the 3 of us and our 3 dogs. 
Awkward moment number one: I'm a social worker. Which in turn means I am an over talker. I over talk about an issue desperately needing to be overly reassured that things are okay after an argument/differing of opinion/moody day etc.... And my friend has the opposite way of how she talks about the issue. . She doesn't say anything to him. They go about their 'normal' lives. Not sleeping in the same bed. Barely talking. With 3 gigantic elephants in the room. Always.....I get nervous. Sweat. drink more wine because the obvious tension needs to STOP!!!  But nope. They talked 1 night when it was confirmed, yet again, that her boyfriend was never going to get married again. Never going to have another child. (this is the second time he has used this excuse).
She's a beautiful 24 year old with a masters degree and 3 years of experience in her profession, a good family a fun dog.....she's a catch and she finally grew her strength. She 'kicked him to the curb'.(MEMO: 3 month grace period of having him still live in HER house.) See, she's nice.
AND now she goes abroad. (Not that it wasn't dysfunctional prior to her departure.) Now.  I'm living with her ex-boyfriend who never made her a priority, was shady, sometimes didn't come home from the bars and wants to be single forever. What? Yep. our address: 841 Awkward drive. 

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HITS of the 20s & 30s.

HITS of my 20s and 30s.
 

Hits of the 20s and 30s. The HITS of breaking up .....and wondering why I have maybe, 2 single friends? Maybe? Why does everyone have the life I want and I don't!!!!!! There, tantrum over. But seriously. I look great on paper I have 2 degrees and my masters. I have a job that I love. great family!, I love socializing, I drink wine, go to church, dress cute, I'm sweet, I've travelled and man, I am fun!! What else do I have to do to find a great man. I thought I had ,the great, man and was blindsided one night to find out "He is really happy now but doesn't see 'us' happy in 10 years!' What! Life changing. I had said from day one. I am going to marry this guy!!! We moved in together quick and life continued to blossomed. He told me he wanted to marry me. We were building a house together. We met with the architect, we had our land surveyed talked about our wedding...we were in it. Real. Love. Then he got drunk broke up with me in front of friends and told me I had to move out ASAP.
me: Tomorrow?
him: Yep Tomorrow
me.: Can't I just stay in the bedroom in the basement? Where am I supposed to go?
him: Maybe I can help you look into staying in a hotel room for a week or so.
me: no words. I felt  Shocked. hurt. abandoned. sad???
and then his friends sat on the couch and watched me move out in the morning.....making small talk and not leaving....just watching. Sitting on the couch with a smirk on their faces.

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