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Thursdays

Thursday?! It can’t be! It’s too gruesome!

I have been having an awfully hectic kind of day, and then remembered this from my dear Holly. I think I like the idea of Thursdays being gruesome, but mostly because it is giving me only one day a week on which to have a whinge. I tend to over-whinge, so it’d be good for me to limit myself. Although I suppose I should really go the other way, give myself something to be grateful for in the face of a gruesome day. Yes, that’s probably wiser.

SO today, even though it has been particularly gruesome, at least I have this face to come home to:

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Meet Atticus. 

 

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He does make me smile!

Hope your Thursday is not too gruesome!

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Important Puppy News (sorry Mum!)

Back at it again…

I had a rather good school holiday break. I caught up with friends, went to a few new events and was able to recharge for the new term. Definitely didn’t do as much school work over the break that was necessary, but again, my own fault and something that I will work hard to catch up on this week (thank goodness for DOTTS and being part time!)

Probably my biggest news of the last few weeks (pretty sad, I know, ha) was that I made the decision to get a puppy! I finally realised that hey, I am a grown adult who no longer needs permission if she wants to get a puppy. Except, you know, the permission of the owners/real estate agent of where she is renting.

I have a general list of the breeds of dogs I would like, but I think what’s most important is a dog that I connect with. I’m not saying that if I connect with an St Bernard that I will take it home (unfortunately while I have always wanted one, my yard is much, much too small) but that to me is more important than it being a pure bred anything. At the moment I’m looking at bulldog/spaniel sized dogs; big enough to hold its own and be a good cuddle, but small enough to fit through the existing pet door at my house (as well as small enough that she won’t get bored in my little yard). I’d also like her to be resilient enough to be able to be home alone; as a teacher while I do get regular holidays I am at school roughly 7.30-4. I had the idea that when I do get a dog, I would get it at the start of school holidays so I have that two weeks (or six weeks depending) to bond and get her acclimated to my house and me.

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Chewy looks like this. I’m in love. 

One of the ladies at work brought her ruby King Charles Cavalier in today, and I have fallen in love with her. Her name is Chewbacca and her fur is exactly the colour of Chewbacca! One of my best friends has had Boston terriers and bulldogs for years so I’m used to them as well (on my list, but NOT those ridiculous tiny French bulldogs that are in vogue of late). My grandpa had a Pomeranian that only passed away a few months ago at the age of 16 and while she certainly was a feisty little dog, I don’t know if that was her or if it was the temperament of the breed.

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My granny and grandpa’s Pomeranian Sally Spectra. Yes, my grandmother named her after the fabulous Bold and the Beautiful character. 

My oldest friend is a vet nurse who has a gigantic heart that wants to take home all the sick animals that come into her clinic. She has been waiting for me to get my own pet for as long as I’ve known her (which is almost all my life, literally. I do not actually remember not knowing her!) and when I told her that I had a cat (technically housemate’s cat) that I picked up and everything, she thought it was the funniest thing ever! M knows me as an animal-friendly person who has never really had a pet of my own. We had a budgie and hermit crabs when I was younger, and I was always at M’s house with her dog, cat, rabbit, fish and birds. Her cat in fact was the only one that I willingly pet and was affectionate towards; when I was little I pulled the tail of my cousins’ cat who reacted accordingly (with claws) and ever since I have had a healthy respect and distance towards cats. Tom, my housemate’s cat, is an attention seeking sook who wants to be the centre of the universe so when I first started going to my friend’s house, Tom would make himself familiar to me, sometimes against my will! He would curl around my legs, jump up on me, rub himself on me. I remember one time I was lying down and all of a sudden BAM! Cat on my face. Now that I live with him he quite literally is my child., with all the attention and care I give him. When I first moved in he would pat his paws all over me and my stuff, and when I asked about it J said that Tom was “claiming [me, I’m] his mother now.” Which, awww, but for someone who was decidedly NOT a cat person, Tom has turned me into a cat person. Or perhaps just a Tom person. Either way, it has gotten to the stage that I know I will be more upset over Tom moving out than my best friend/housemate J moving away from me.

BUT getting back on track. My vet nurse friend M is very excited to come puppy shopping with me, though she also said “I’m super excited for you and it’ll come when the time is right. You’ll just be so smitten with her wherever she is”

So whoever she is I know I will be super excited. “Puppy” has been on my birthday and Christmas lists consistently every year. Not every year when I was a child, every year including this year. I’m very excited now about the possibilities and having a new fur baby. And definitely not Googling “are frangipanis toxic to dogs?” instead of working. Definitely not.

Hit me up with great puppy breeds, or tips. This frangipani thing is flummoxing!

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A little overdue with the blog posts since starting my new job, but somehow since starting work I have also moved out of home! Finally felling settled though, so I thought I would put an end to my inadvertent blog hiatus. I’m currently living way south of the river, far away from practically everything, but on the other hand i’m also living with the one person I never thought I’d every live with. A good state of mind for me to be taking stock of, and really interesting to compare to my previous ones also!


Cooking
: up a plan for my lessons for the week.

Drinking: Water out of my pink Smash bottle.

Reading: Harley Quinn comics (the original series). Yesterday I read The Lovely Bones, it was… strange. 

Wanting: Summer, a single digit sized body, a house of my own.

Looking: at my legs, which are still in full winter mode (this consists of less moisturiser than usual, and a healthy layer of leg hair from wearing stockings. I’m so attractive, I know)

Playing: Prison Architect and The Sims. Though I am trying to limit this because it eats up hours at a time before I realise it. 

Deciding: on what route to take to be able to travel from Atwell to Success to Carrington St to Willetton with minimal petrol wastage. A pipe dream, I know.

Wishing: for boy.

Enjoying: having money to be able to actually do things for once. 

Waiting: for inspiration to hit in the form of  my lesson plans. Years 9 and 11 are easy, year 10 is a massive bitch.

Liking: hearing my cat’s footsteps on the floor, and meowing to be let in. He’s adorable

He sleeps on anything that I’ve ever touched, worn or slept on. I’m beginning to turn in to a cat lady, after six weeks ♥

Wondering: if I should let Tom in, because he has pooped on my bed before. He’s a douche, as well as adorable.

Loving: that my cat loves me, and my housemate buys me lunches/dinners that are both healthy and yummy.

Pondering: if I have enough time to watch the rest of House of Cards this weekend.

Considering: leaving for Dad’s early to cruise by JB Hi Fi.

Watching: Jimmy Pesto Jr and Tina Belcher put together a magic act.

Hoping: that things go back to normal with boy soon.

Marvelling: at my hair’s ability to frizz up purely from the dryer running in the next room.

Needing: oh so many things, of many different ratings. 

Smelling: seasame bagels

Wearing: navy blue and white striped dress that looks very “Britain-y” according to one of my colleagues, and panda slippers.

Following: the exploits of Tina, Gene and Louise Belcher.

Noticing: My desk needs a good dusting, and I have yet to brush my teeth today.

Knowing: I need to get my stuff together and sort out a personal timetable for work and other stuff, and plan lessons.

Thinking: about boy, Doctor Who, Robin Hood, idiot brother, lesson planning.

Feeling: lonely, and weird. 

Admiring: Tina Belcher. She knows who she is, and makes no apologies for it. And she likes boys’ butts. 

Sorting: out my huge amount of crap, though i really cannot be bothered with it. 

Buying: household items and Harley Quinn comic on the DC Comics app

Getting: ready to go see my dad for father’s day.

Bookmarking: The Outsiders debate lesson plans

Disliking: having not enough hours in the day, current living circumstances and it’s weirdness, current physique.

Opening: my step dad’s father’s day present to take to him ♥

Giggling: at my/boy’s cat.

Feeling: tired, almost all the time. and a little lonely, 

Snacking: on almost nothing nowadays. Though this is mostly because I had a nightmare of boy/housemate finding snack stashes in my room and them kicking me out of the house..

Coveting: A JLo body. Any day now.

Wishing: for things to go back to normal with boy and I

Helping: not much this week, to be perfectly honest. I did make brownies yesterday, which my brother enjoyed.

Hearing: my friend bleaching something in the laundry.

 

Hope you’re all thinking of the fathers in your life!
Love, 
Andrea