I spent an afternoon following Juni while he played outside. He showed me his work site at the sand pile. The holes he and his Redneck Dad dug in the garden. He showed me his truck flooded in the ditch. And all the while, Sadie the Aussie puppy followed in tow.
I was destroyed when I had to put Shelby down. It broke my heart. It's been four months, and I still can't blog about what happened. But I love Sadie. She loves to cuddle, she loves to learn, and best of all,she absolutely loves Juni.
She trots into our living room at night, picks a chewie, and plops herself as close to me as possible. And then she farts. I've had lots of dogs in my life. And so naturally, I've smelled lots of dog farts. But nothing quite like this. It's pungent. Like something has literally crawled up her butt and died. They remind me of my Redneck Husband's smell after he eats turnips. Turnip nights are no fun for me.
Sadie clumsily ran into the garden after Juni, and I soon saw her tossing something into the air with her mouth, catching it, and tossing it again. And then she started to eat it. A turnip. That's when I realized what was beside the flooded truck in the ditch.
Turnips. Dozens of turnips sunken beneath the rainwater in the ditch. My sweet 7-month-old puppy love to steal turnips from the garden, play with them, and then eat them. And Juni uses them to play fetch with Sadie.
Now I know why the Redneck Husband and Sadie smell so similarly. They both have a strange taste for turnips.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
Geek
Me and computers do not get along. My redneck husband just about has a heart attack any time I start downloading, updating or installing anything on our desktop. This would be because there's pretty much a 50-50 shot something will go wrong. Seriously wrong.
So when our computer started throwing tantrums, it really wasn't a surprise. What happened when I called Geeks on Call, however, was.
Walter, our Geek, has made two trips to our home after two failed attempts by me to fix something I broke. The first visit went pretty much as you would expect. There's a big fat problem with your computer, and it's going to cost you. Sure. Whatever. Here's this week's paycheck.
The next visit took an interesting turn.
Let me begin by describing Walter. He's probably 40-something. I would describe him as sexually ambiguous, although he says he has a "Honey" whom has two children that live with them. He's a large man...I'd say a good 350 lbs and six feet tall. He's wearing a Geek jacket, which he keeps on, and Crocks. Large, tan Crocks. His hair is still wet from his shower, and he smells like Iris Spring.
The best thing about Walter is that he freely describes himself as a "fat geek." He's also a talker.
And, apparently, a singer. While he was reinstalling the programs I'd destroyed, Walter asked me if I watched Glee. Of course I do. Of course I have an inappropriate crush on the cute high school boy. And of course I would absolutely love to score a role on that show. That's just the girl I am. But I digress.
The point is that Walter proceeded to play the music from each and every Glee episode. And sing along. Loudly.
I'm serious. This is no exaggeration. And to this day I wish Jasen and Juni had walked in. He spent two hours in my home. One of those hours he worked on the computer. The other hour (which he did not charge me for) he spent singing the songs from Glee.
I love Walter. I love that he embraces his fat geekiness. I love that he is who he is, and doesn't have any qualms about belting out a rendition of some off-the-wall mashup in a stranger's house. I spent the two hours painting a Hokie frog, and, you guessed it, singing the songs of Glee.
So when our computer started throwing tantrums, it really wasn't a surprise. What happened when I called Geeks on Call, however, was.
Walter, our Geek, has made two trips to our home after two failed attempts by me to fix something I broke. The first visit went pretty much as you would expect. There's a big fat problem with your computer, and it's going to cost you. Sure. Whatever. Here's this week's paycheck.
The next visit took an interesting turn.
Let me begin by describing Walter. He's probably 40-something. I would describe him as sexually ambiguous, although he says he has a "Honey" whom has two children that live with them. He's a large man...I'd say a good 350 lbs and six feet tall. He's wearing a Geek jacket, which he keeps on, and Crocks. Large, tan Crocks. His hair is still wet from his shower, and he smells like Iris Spring.
The best thing about Walter is that he freely describes himself as a "fat geek." He's also a talker.
And, apparently, a singer. While he was reinstalling the programs I'd destroyed, Walter asked me if I watched Glee. Of course I do. Of course I have an inappropriate crush on the cute high school boy. And of course I would absolutely love to score a role on that show. That's just the girl I am. But I digress.
The point is that Walter proceeded to play the music from each and every Glee episode. And sing along. Loudly.
I'm serious. This is no exaggeration. And to this day I wish Jasen and Juni had walked in. He spent two hours in my home. One of those hours he worked on the computer. The other hour (which he did not charge me for) he spent singing the songs from Glee.
I love Walter. I love that he embraces his fat geekiness. I love that he is who he is, and doesn't have any qualms about belting out a rendition of some off-the-wall mashup in a stranger's house. I spent the two hours painting a Hokie frog, and, you guessed it, singing the songs of Glee.
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