NO MORE CLASS!

(or Coke.)

Note the difference in excitement levels?

Now that my Immunohematology class is over and passed quite nicely with a 94%, I no longer have my convenient but I need a soda to make it through my day excuse. And while Indiana does still whine, I really don’t think I ought to be using the dog as an excuse, unless I want to have that same excuse for the next, oh, ten or twelve years or so. To which I say *sigh*. I do not wish to quit Coke. And I will not this month. That’s one of my goals for December.

I’ve got three goals for December:

1. No more Coke. Cold turkey. Also no other sodas of the delicious fizzing kind be they diet or regular!


2. Walk Mr. Puppy Extraordinaire everyday. EVERYDAY. No excuses. Synchonize your watches for 11am AZ time, because at that point in time, Indiana and I should be walking. He needs to burn off some crazy puppy energy and I need to just get up and move more than just the walking I get at work.


3. Lunch out = One time per week. Once. Sad it will be but necessary it is. I may love my Quizno’s and my Subway and my Chipotle’s…but neither my budget nor my waist line finds this excess excusable. Lunch will need to, therefore, become something fast, easy and relatively tasty – and able to be eaten outside on my little patio set while Indiana kills his favorite tug-of-war-against-the-house toy.

Soon to be posted – after they are taken that is, pictures of Mr. Indiana’s Sexy Santa Gear!

Happy Thanksgiving. Eat some turkey, unbutton your pants and take a nap while watching football. It’s the American way.

Etiquette question.

My old supervisor from work, the lady from whom we got Mr Indiana, puppy extraordinaire, has agreed to puppy sit for us while we are gone to the state of Indiana for Thanksgiving.

For giving us the puppy, we gave her a PetSmart card.
What, think you, we should give as a gift or thank you, for puppy sitting for a week?

The cute puppy is still cute, albeit a pain  in my ass. Though, urination on the floor is at a minimum.

The fat cats are growing fatter.

Three more classes for Immunology.

Thursday, the 23rd, we leave for Indiana.

New pictures posted!

There are pictures of Mr. Zeppo being all cute with crossed legs. Pictures of my husband and Indiana playing Grand Theft Auto together with Mr. Blue Bear. And finally, we also have pictures of Possum (a.k.a. Tubby) rolling around on my computer desk.

Right now, I am very tired and wishing that I didn’t have three more weeks of Immunohematology and two more tests in there. I wish that I could do the November writing challenge – though I suppose I could do that all by myself on any month that I wanted. I wish I had more time to cross-stitch. I wish I could sleep more – and not dream about sleep when I do sleep. I also wish that Indiana was motherfuckin’ housebroken!