The One With the Radio

Do you guys remember the '90s when everything on the radio was good? OK, I have to admit, I never liked Nirvana or that Lump song, but in general, I was a huge fan of the way grunge changed rock and roll. One of the local '90s stations still has Rock of the '90s weekends, and I'll listen to the radio all weekend. Most of the music on my IPod is from the '90s. What isn't is from the '70s.

But I struggle listening to the radio now. I think that song "Delilah" is the new communication device of the devil. Seriously. Today was the second time in the last two weeks when I changed the radio as soon as that song came just to hear it on the channel I turned to. Are we running out of songs so much that we have to play that one 20 times a day?

Television is just as bad. It's like we're catering to the lowest common denominator. Intervention? Little People Big World? Are you kidding me with this stuff? I know you all stare at me stunned when I tell you that I wasn't allowed to watch television as a child, but I'm so glad I wasn't. Now I can at least read when television is bad, which it always is. Even ESPN News is driving me crazy lately. How many more times do I have to hear about Michael Vick drowning dogs? And can we PLEASE stop talking about Barry Bonds now? He broke the damn record. Let it go, folks. Let it go.

That's it. Just wanted to complain. I'm loving my new life outside of an office. Fresh air does a body good, especially a body prone to mental illness. I can't tell you how relaxing it is walking dogs on the beach. The water is so blue and beautiful, the weather warm with a nice, cool breeze. I'm having a great time. I'm back in the office part-time next week, but the great thing about part-time is that when I get tired of it, I can just leave. So I can make extra money and still spend most of my days out in the sun, walking dogs. Now if I could just tan instead of burn... All of you investors should take out stock in SPF50.

The One With the Update

When Mon and I started this blog, everyone I knew had a blog that they updated regularly. I guess they must be fading in popularity a little because now only a few of my friends have blogs and those are updated hardly ever. In fact, I forget to check them now because they are updated so seldom, which means that I forget to check my own and then update it.

But here's what's been going on. I quit my job. My last day is Friday. I gave a month notice. But then my bitch of a boss quit, so I have agreed to stay on part-time and help. The general manager told one of my colleagues today that I can have that job as long as I want it. So I'm not really saying good-bye, which I guess is a good thing because it will mean extra money.

I start school in two weeks, which is crazy because I just celebrated my 28th birthday. Strange to think that 10 years after I started school at KU that I will be starting school again in a completely unrelated field. But I'm excited about the prospect of starting a new career and doing something that I will really enjoy and be passionate about. PR just isn't it. I loved being a reporter, but nothing else in the communications field really appeals to me. I like working with animals now, and it's something that I definitely want to continue in some capacity.

My dog training boss is moving to Arizona, so I am also starting my own dog training business. It has been an eye-opening experience so far, all of the things you have to do, but I'm enjoying it. My web site is almost complete, and my collateral is done, just waiting on the printer.

It seems like baby fever is in the air. My best friend is due in a month. Ross' best friend's wife is due in two, and two of my close friends are trying. I continue to stick by my dogs-only policy, made only stronger by my fabulous family of dogs. Muggsy has been incredible the last month. With one of my best friends visiting for a week and then my mom visiting for a week, I felt sure that Muggsy was going to have a meltdown. But he has been amazing at managing his mood swings. He's definitely a little more high-strung, but he continues to make the right decisions in dealing with Chubbs and other areas where he struggles. Just Saturday, I was lying in bed, enjoying the last few minutes of my morning before I had to get up and get ready for dog class, when I heard Ross trying to get Muggsy off the couch. I yelled out, "Wanna come see Momma?" to which he jumped from the couch and ran into the bedroom, smiling and wagging his tail. (For those who have never seen a dog smile like a person, it's the cutest thing ever. A lot of dogs can't do it, and I wonder if it's more common in dogs that are only dogs for awhile and have to learn more human mannerisms.) I was almost late for class because I love cuddling with him so much. It's moments like those that make everything bad in life just melt away.

Hope everyone has a great week.