Too Cute Not to Share

For those of you wondering why I still have a kitten since I’m not a cat person, all I can say is “watch”.


If they didn’t like each other, I would’ve taken Pipsqueak to a rescue place, but Xavi obviously loves having her around. I’m pretty sure this is one of the big signs of the apocalypse.

Gladiator Run

Fresh and clean before the run.

Fresh and clean before the run.

On Sunday, June 16th, the Happy Hour Team ran in the Gladiator Rock n’ Run at Joseph Grant park. It was definitely challenging and most of us had to work hard to complete the obstacles. We all tried our hardest to complete each challenge, but some defeated us. Extra cudos to George, who actually completed them all and Colin who completed more than the rest of us, especially on the incline wall.
Tired and dirty after the run.

Tired and dirty after the run.


Go team Happy Hour! Ready for the next run?

Kitten Found

On Monday, June 3, while walking Xavi, I heard a mewling up the incline by the sound wall. Going to investigate, I found this little girl wedged between the tree trunk and the sound wall, probably for safety.

Kitten

Kitten


Knowing that she would likely be coyote or raccoon fodder by nightfall, I took her home to see if I could find a home for her. Xavi immediately wanted to adopte her, but I’ve tried to talk her out of that.

Xavi and kitten.

Xavi and kitten.


I had to put a bell on her, because I kept losing track of her in the house. She is a darling, little one, but I don’t want a cat. Anyone want to adopt her?
Sweet kitten

Sweet kitten

Rave Run

On May 12, the Happy Hour Team made our debut run at the Rave Run. It was a night run, so I made matching jackets with cool neon so we would stand out. And we did!

Happy Hour Jackets

Happy Hour Jackets


While the race was disorganized, dusty and short (not 5k, more like 4k, if that), as we ran through the crowds of people (who were mostly walking or stumbling, depending upon their state of drunkenness), it was fun to hear “Happy Hour!” follow in our wake. May the Happy Hour Team continue to run fun events that not only help keep us in shape, but deserve a well earned drink when completed!

My Dog Is a Capitalist, Except Her Money Is Treats

I mentioned before that I have random conversations with my dog, mostly because she at least looks at me while I’m talking. Well, lately, she’s been talking back. No, I haven’t finally lost my last sanity brain cell, I mean she’s found HER voice and has decided that she must use it. Loudly. At the sprinklers, a passing bird and other various things. I’ve been teaching her the Hush! command, which works…as long as there are treats available. No treats, no hush. And while I’ve gotten many of the basic commands through, like sit and lay down, she will only maintain them if she knows a treat is coming in the near future. If she even SUSPECTS that a treat isn’t coming, she’s likely to break command.
Now, most of the training books and places I’ve been use treats to “get the dogs attention” and say that after time passes, they will just automatically do the commands without the need for reward other than the “good girl” statement. My dog has learned that “good girl” translates to “I’m going to give you a treat”. Whenever I tell her “good girl”, she immediately sits at my feet and looks up at me expectantly. That wouldn’t be such a bad thing, except that when I don’t happen to have a treat on me, she then heavily sighs and either walks away (if she’s off leash) or refuses to move (if she’s on leash). Now, I can pick her up, and sometimes do, but I have to say that I obviously do not do well training smart dogs unless I have an unlimited supply of treats in my pocket. Which nowadays, I do. I think I’ve been trained…

Boys are stupid

Just sayin’.

Conversations with My Dog

Let me first say that my dog doesn’t understan English. I know this. But living by myself, I’ve discovered that I can either talk to myself (and let me tell you, I might listen to my own advice, but it really is a crap shoot) or I can talk to the dog and feel slightly less insane. Only slightly. But it’s a vast improvement over the usual insanity going on in my head. Most conversations end up with her looking at me like this:

No, Xavi, I'm not kidding.

Myths and misconceptions about public restrooms (especially at work)

I find it amazing how courtesy and common sense go out the window when it comes to using public restrooms. I’m mostly talking about the restroom at work, but I’ve noticed some of these trends in other venues as well.

1. The restroom is a great place for an impromptu meeting. This actually happens to me almost every day. I walk into our restroom to run into two or three women standing around talking about issues they’ve encountered from work or family life. I understand a quick chat while washing your hands or maybe even from stall to stall if it’s really important, but remember that other people do use the restroom for its intended use and walking through conversations and around people milling about chatting when needing to do your business or get to the sink to wash your hands is, well, awkward. I always feel like I’m intruding and if I feel that way, those speaking probably feel that way about my intrusion. Now, what was supposed to be a quick bio-break has become an awkward event. If you really need to catch up with someone you bumped into in the restroom, make an appointment and grab a conference room. Everyone will be happier.

2. The restroom is a quiet place for a personal phone call. I admit, sometimes at home, I do this to my sister. But that’s at home and with someone I’m really close to. When it comes to public places, I don’t need to know about your aunt Fannie’s hemorrhoids. In any language. I also wonder what the person on the other end of the phone makes of all the flushing and echoes they must hear. I have to admit, I sometimes flush extra when I know someone’s on the phone, just to hear how they explain all the noise. Do they admit they’re in a restroom?

3. Someone is paid to clean the restroom, so I don’t have to be as neat. Really? Ew. This is a facility used by many people, most of whom are at least slightly germ-a-phobic if not overly so. Other people do not need to pick up your empty feminine boxes or flush your seat covers because you can’t be bothered. I don’t want to look at the wad of toilet paper that you used to pick your nose and missed throwing it in the trash can. Please, make sure your trash is thrown away or flushed properly. And I do mean FLUSHED properly. Because really, ew. Do you want to see that?

Let me digress specifically to toilet seat covers. Personally, I don’t see the point. They are flimsy tissue paper that obviously has no ability to prevent anything as small as a germ getting through. Plus, if you’re sitting on the seat correctly, none of the parts that are known for catching disease will be touching anything that can transmit disease. The only thing they can do is keep your butt from coming in contact with the sweat or goo left behind from the person before you…said like that, I can almost understand it. But, I just wipe the seat with a small amount of toilet tissue to catch any stray drippings.

If you DO choose to use them and waste trees, PLEASE flush them and make sure they actually FLUSH. It’s rather disgusting to walk into a stall and see a used seat cover still on the seat. Let’s face it, if you don’t want your butt touching where someone else’s was, why would anyone else want to touch where YOUR butt has obviously been? (Yes, I know. Your butt is made of diamonds and gold and only excretes pearls of wisdom. Be serious.) Please, flush your seat cover.

4. Washing my hands is my business. Yes, it is. But your lack of washing your hands can become EVERYONE’s business if you happen to be coming down with a cold, the flu, any of the hepititises or a vast number of other sharable diseases. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have time to be sick. I have too much to do. And with fewer and fewer people to do the same amount of work around the building, I have less and less time to be sick. Sometimes I’m so busy, I start trying to delegate to myself. Imagine if I get sick and behind. Please, help me be less insane and wash your hands.

5. Puddles on the counter mean people are washing their hands. Well, yes, and that’s a good thing. But I don’t know how many times I’ve put papers or my laptop or purse down on the counter to wash my hands only to have a huge wet spot on the item(s) when I’m finished. Or my favorite, when I lean against the counter and get a lovely big wet spot on my pants that makes it look as if I didn’t make it to the restroom on time. I know this is being a bit picky and likely a personal problem (especially about that whole wet pants thing), but can’t you use the paper towels that you just used to dry your hands to dry the counter as well? I swear it would save me a lot of embarrassment. Maybe others as well.

Welcome Xavi!


I haven’t put up too many posts lately, mostly because I’ve been busy. I’m working on the last bathroom in the new house, still working full time and to make life easier, I got a puppy. Yup. Smart, adorable puppy. Her name is Xavi and she’s half yorkie and half miniature cocker spaniel.

Building A Floor

Even though George tries his hardest to make sure there is no photographic evidence of all the work I’m doing on the house, he didn’t reckon on me borrowing Whisper’s cat cam for interval footage…

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Building a Floor, part 3

George, Oscar and Keith do get a big THANK YOU! for helping me get it done. And a special thank you to Phil, who showed us how and where to level the floor and kept me from making a HUGE mistake.

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