deep in the heart
so i'm here.
um, it has been interesting. i got out of new york and drove a high school friend to philidelphia on the way to ohio. while stopped a gas station in jersey (damn full service) she picks up my gas card i had set in the cup holder.
"wow, jane. member since '79? that's older than we are!" she promptly sets the card back down next to the parking brake where it promptly slid through the slot into my center consul.
in ohio norm got her 12,000 mile check up. she was only at 10,500 but is a precocious girl who would break 12,000 by the end of the weekend. it took my mother until five to finish prepping the house (which is on the market as they are moving to houston in three weeks, surprise!).
we tried to stop around eleven but all the hotels were booked due to a corvette convention in knoxville. so my father made us a reservation and we were able to sleep a little after one.
the next morning we brought my youngest sister a sonic cheeseburger and tator tots for breakfast (she is spending the summer at an engineering program at vanderbilt). then we had lunch with an aunt in birmingham. one of my cousins performed an interpretive dance (actually quite good). then her younger brother tried and promptly slipped on the carpet rug-burning his nose and forehead. we had to leave when he was still whimpering.
mom and i had planned on dinner at drusilla's in baton rouge but an accident outside the city and wicked traffic forced us to order ninfa's take-out (fajitas and chips and queso aren't something to complain about). we had zydeco brunch the next morning at mulatte's outside of breaux bridge.
we pulled in to my new apartment in the late afternoon. unloaded the car including jude the jade plant, my momma's big baby that had gotten a little sunburned in louisiana forcing a paper towel wrap which further blocked our rear view vision. then we hit walmart for some necessities. we got back home approximately eight hours before the movers were scheduled to arrive.
but they didn't.
turns out there was some confusion about when my stuff was supposed to ship and i thought it would arrive this monday but they can't ship until my personal check clears so the earliest i can expect it is next monday!?!?!?!? argh.
so i have no stuff. but mom and i hit antique stores on westheimer (i bought an awesome blanket chest) and ikea for some more shelving units and chairs (i left all the chairs found on the street in new york). i had anticipated an apartment full of stuff and no chairs (and no bed until my folks move down and i get my great-grandmother's wrought iron number, very high with lots of bars and nooks for grabbing and tying and such). instead i have an apartment of seating possibilities and nothing else.
my mother started house hunting on tuesday which left me alone in the new apartment. my internet was installed in the morning (and promptly broke the next morning so a guy is coming out to fix it on saturday) but after that my day was free.
i felt so alone. and kinda bummed. like i couldn't start my new life yet because i was still waiting for this big shipment but there is nothing i can do to expedite that process except wait. so tuesday i bonded with the space aka slept.
wednesday i was committed to not being so bummed. so i decided to go meet some dogs. i drove down to the humane society and fell in love.
sandy, my one true love, can be seen here http://www.petfinder.com/pet.cgi?action=2&pet=4346232&adTarget=&SessionID=42dc29034916729f-app4&display=&preview=1&row=150&tmpl=&stat=
i spoke in spanish with a worker who showed me around the dogs. i recognized sandy from petfinder.com. so we hung out in a "getting to know you" bin. at first she walked around the perimeter, ignoring me, marking her territory, and sneaking sly glances out of the corner of her eye. then she came up behind me and started digging in the pebbles under the plastic bench i was sitting on. i gave her a gentle scritch on the tush. she came around and looked at me. i let her smell my hand and scratched her ears. then she jumped her front paws on to the seat beside me an lay her head against my thigh.
we're in love.
she's been at the shelter since december, living in a half-in/half-out unairconditioned and unheated pen. they have a big fan at the end of the row, but it's hot in there. and they don't groom the dogs there or brush them. she is one shaggy dog. but she loves to play in the water and with the garden hose so she's pretty clean. she's just in high-shed mode right now (not a lot considering her breed, but a little more than i had wanted). after i get her groomed and we start evening brush/cuddle time the shedding should cut down dramatically.
so i filled out my application. they woman in charge of adoptions will review it today. if i am approved (after talking to my landlord and references), sandy will be microchipped (she's already spayed) and then i can pick her up. she may have to hang out on my back balcony (which is shaded) while the movers bring my crap, but we need each other.
as dacia im'd "nothing says i have a life like a dog".
um, it has been interesting. i got out of new york and drove a high school friend to philidelphia on the way to ohio. while stopped a gas station in jersey (damn full service) she picks up my gas card i had set in the cup holder.
"wow, jane. member since '79? that's older than we are!" she promptly sets the card back down next to the parking brake where it promptly slid through the slot into my center consul.
in ohio norm got her 12,000 mile check up. she was only at 10,500 but is a precocious girl who would break 12,000 by the end of the weekend. it took my mother until five to finish prepping the house (which is on the market as they are moving to houston in three weeks, surprise!).
we tried to stop around eleven but all the hotels were booked due to a corvette convention in knoxville. so my father made us a reservation and we were able to sleep a little after one.
the next morning we brought my youngest sister a sonic cheeseburger and tator tots for breakfast (she is spending the summer at an engineering program at vanderbilt). then we had lunch with an aunt in birmingham. one of my cousins performed an interpretive dance (actually quite good). then her younger brother tried and promptly slipped on the carpet rug-burning his nose and forehead. we had to leave when he was still whimpering.
mom and i had planned on dinner at drusilla's in baton rouge but an accident outside the city and wicked traffic forced us to order ninfa's take-out (fajitas and chips and queso aren't something to complain about). we had zydeco brunch the next morning at mulatte's outside of breaux bridge.
we pulled in to my new apartment in the late afternoon. unloaded the car including jude the jade plant, my momma's big baby that had gotten a little sunburned in louisiana forcing a paper towel wrap which further blocked our rear view vision. then we hit walmart for some necessities. we got back home approximately eight hours before the movers were scheduled to arrive.
but they didn't.
turns out there was some confusion about when my stuff was supposed to ship and i thought it would arrive this monday but they can't ship until my personal check clears so the earliest i can expect it is next monday!?!?!?!? argh.
so i have no stuff. but mom and i hit antique stores on westheimer (i bought an awesome blanket chest) and ikea for some more shelving units and chairs (i left all the chairs found on the street in new york). i had anticipated an apartment full of stuff and no chairs (and no bed until my folks move down and i get my great-grandmother's wrought iron number, very high with lots of bars and nooks for grabbing and tying and such). instead i have an apartment of seating possibilities and nothing else.
my mother started house hunting on tuesday which left me alone in the new apartment. my internet was installed in the morning (and promptly broke the next morning so a guy is coming out to fix it on saturday) but after that my day was free.
i felt so alone. and kinda bummed. like i couldn't start my new life yet because i was still waiting for this big shipment but there is nothing i can do to expedite that process except wait. so tuesday i bonded with the space aka slept.
wednesday i was committed to not being so bummed. so i decided to go meet some dogs. i drove down to the humane society and fell in love.
sandy, my one true love, can be seen here http://www.petfinder.com/pet.cgi?action=2&pet=4346232&adTarget=&SessionID=42dc29034916729f-app4&display=&preview=1&row=150&tmpl=&stat=
i spoke in spanish with a worker who showed me around the dogs. i recognized sandy from petfinder.com. so we hung out in a "getting to know you" bin. at first she walked around the perimeter, ignoring me, marking her territory, and sneaking sly glances out of the corner of her eye. then she came up behind me and started digging in the pebbles under the plastic bench i was sitting on. i gave her a gentle scritch on the tush. she came around and looked at me. i let her smell my hand and scratched her ears. then she jumped her front paws on to the seat beside me an lay her head against my thigh.
we're in love.
she's been at the shelter since december, living in a half-in/half-out unairconditioned and unheated pen. they have a big fan at the end of the row, but it's hot in there. and they don't groom the dogs there or brush them. she is one shaggy dog. but she loves to play in the water and with the garden hose so she's pretty clean. she's just in high-shed mode right now (not a lot considering her breed, but a little more than i had wanted). after i get her groomed and we start evening brush/cuddle time the shedding should cut down dramatically.
so i filled out my application. they woman in charge of adoptions will review it today. if i am approved (after talking to my landlord and references), sandy will be microchipped (she's already spayed) and then i can pick her up. she may have to hang out on my back balcony (which is shaded) while the movers bring my crap, but we need each other.
as dacia im'd "nothing says i have a life like a dog".
posted by Jane Vincent at 2:04 PM
11 Comments:
"damn full service" -- did you notice that the price was lower than all the surrounding states?
Interesting, eh?
It turns out that the major factor in gas price is not labor. It's sales tax.
Oregon and NJ both have full-service only, and both have extremely low prices.
What's your complaint?
Welcome to Houston and 100 degree weather. It does get cooler...in October, near the end. But we do have good places to eat :) Congratz on moving and the dog.
I love you - and your little dog too.
The phrase "full service" is forever tainted for me. Damn hookers.
Awwww! I love dogs! Now I can't wait til I dogsit in Sept. for the two bichon frises I watch. This time is a 2 week stint. Makes me miss my pooch - gone a year and a half now. But I know that right now I wouldn't be up for all the care they need on an ongoing basis, and so I won't get a dog for now.
I'm sure you and your new ladylove (doggielove?) will be very happy together.
Awwh, I can totally relate. I was finally able to get a doggie, so I know she will bring you much happiness. Like a proud parent I've been posting pictures myself. Can't wait to see the little girl.
my complaint with full service gas stations is two pronged. first, i have had multiple experiences with sleazy attendants (stroking my finger - "I see you have no wedding ring. i am looking for a wife.")
second, if they fuel my gas for me, i don't have the chance to get out and pee. i drink a lot of water (and caffeine) on the road so frequent bathroom breaks are a must.
and in this particular case, my friend would not have had access to my gas card had i been fueling myself. the attendant would not take the card until he had finished fueling, thus leaving my card vulnerable in the cup holder.
i learned to drive when gas was under a dollar (often 89c/gallon). while i appreciate the raising gas prices as reflected in improved wages for labor in the oil companies (i'm an oil child, after all), i miss cheap road trips. thank god i'm no longer driving the family suburban.
Mmmmmmm... Ninfa's.
Sandy is an adorable little doggie. You fit each other very well.
Glad you made it safely to the new digs. Sorry about the moving stuff, major bummer.
The dog is a cutie, perfectly named too. You just have to hope that Little Orphan Annie and Daddy Warbucks don't show up to claim her.
Good luck and have fun!
You don't have to be lonely and bummed- you can always call/email me :)
goddess, baby, please email me directly. i can't find your address in my archives to respond. bad unorganized moving girl.
Poop. The link to see your dog no longer works. How about a picture posted?
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