September 2nd will mark the 9 month anniversary of being here…can you believe it? Some days I feel like I’ve been here 2 years and then some days I feel like it has flown by. I’m definitely settling in and getting used to Sitka life. Sunny, 65 degree days and I’m peeling layers and wearing shorts. “Hot” 75 degree days (rare) and I’m sweating like a whore in church. Rainy, dreary days and I’m not even using an umbrella. Muddy, sloppy softball fields with inevitable rainfall, I’m playing anyway. It has taken me a LONG time to (START to) get used to the change in weather and surroundings, but I’m coming along. We’ve met some awesome people and have THE best neighbors you could ask for. We are both on city league softball teams (C-money and I are on a co-ed team and I’m on a women’s team) and have enjoyed it, minus the minor injuries on my behalf. I recently got a job that I LOVE and am so thrilled to be working again. That housewife thing was not my forte. We live in a great neighborhood where kids are playing basketball in the street and riding their bikes back and forth. Just the other day I was watching some kids ride their bikes and it took me back to when I was a kid. Although, the ones that were riding their bikes were WAY younger than I was when I learned. Yes, I was a late bloomer when it came to learning how to ride a bike. I had an awful bike wreck while learning. I slipped off the seat and hit my pubic bone on the metal bar so hard, I burst into tears and ran away cupping my crotch. If I were a boy, I’m pretty sure my wiener would’ve been swallowed by my butthole. I was traumatized and never wanted to ride again. Hence the reason why I threw my bike down and avoided riding until I was 10. Yep, 10 years old. Traumatic bike experience aside, I’ve started to notice the small things in life that we take for granted, like being a kid again and riding innocently down the street. Life is way too short to focus on the negative.
You may be thinking, “Holy shit. This is the most optimistic she’s ever sounded.” Well, don’t count your chickens too fast….I have my moments. Lately I’m trying to seek out the good, not focus on the bad, and be more optimistic. Until today.
Elliott has been having issues with chronic ear infections. The combination of living in a rainforest, perfect climate for nasty shit to grow in one’s ear(s), AND having a dog with cute, long, floppy ears that make a perfect environment for such infections creates a shit-storm. Today, I had made an appointment for her to get her ear flushed AGAIN. I got up, got ready, and walked out of the house at 8:25a. I walked out the door with the dogs and only 1 leash (I only needed 1 to take Elliott into the vet since I was leaving Finley in the car) and my purse. I shut the door and headed to my car. Shit. I don’t have my keys. Double shit. I’m locked out and we have no spare key hidden. Jesus Christ. This isn’t happening. I called the property management company to see if they could let me in, but their office didn’t open until 10am. Faaaaack. I called C-money and had him come all the way from work to open the door. This is all leading up to me having to go to work at 9:30. Time was ticking away. I still had to get Elliott to the vet, drive back home, put on work clothes and go to work. As I waited for C-money to show up with a key, I sat on the front step like a dumbass with both dogs attached to the same leash. I felt so dumb and so defeated. When he finally got home to unlock the door, I hauled ass to the vet passing a cop going the other direction. Thankfully he didn’t pull me over because I was definitely speeding. After the vet, I hauled ass back home to change. I threw my stuff down and walked through the house only to find a pile of dog puke. Fabulous. As I hovered over a heaping pile of chunky dog puke, my eyes began to water and I could feel the lump in my throat. I started to gag profusely. Luckily, I only kept it to one pile of puke to clean up as I kept my shit together and held back my own vomit. After I cleaned that mess up, I changed clothes and flew out the door to head to work. I got to work in a disorganized shamble only to find out my schedule was given to me with the wrong time. I showed up at 9:30a and was on the original schedule at noon instead. You’ve gotta be kidding me. What else could go wrong? As I left to have the morning off, I ran into our property manager in the parking lot. Yesterday, they showed the house we’re renting since the homeowners listed it at the beginning of the summer. We’ve been keeping our fingers crossed that it doesn’t sell so we don’t have to move. Apparently the showing went well but she had no inclination either way if they were interested enough to make an offer. I finally got home to let out a big sigh of sheer mental exhaustion, only to get a call from the realtor’s office. They needed to show the house again tomorrow. Shit.
It’s 10:44am. What else could go wrong?
All venting aside, I guess I’ll use this shitty morning as a lesson. I need to remember the positive:
1. I have a loving husband who is willing to leave work to come home and open the door, without making fun of me.
2. I have two beautiful fur babies who love me unconditionally, even though I’m a dumbass sometimes.
3. I have a roof over my head.
4. I have a dependable car that allows me to haul ass to the vet when need be.
5. I have a pantry full of paper towels and carpet cleaner to clean up piles of dog puke.
6. I have a job that I love, with coworkers that can laugh and sympathize at the same time.
7. I have a silly blog that allows me to vent when I need to.
8. I have (a few) blog followers that get entertainment out of my ridiculous blog posts.
Even though this morning was a shit-storm, I am still able to recognize the good out of the bad. See?? I have come a long way. Namaste.