Lolo Tales EDIT: Now with pictures

As I lie here in my peaceful bath of bubbles and Epsom salts, the sound of whatever my DVR is set to record Wednesday nights playing in the background, I am struck with a profound, even life-altering thought. Is it the cure for cancer? Is it the meaning of life? Is it a way to spit out the billion stories of epic adventures floating around in my head? Nay. It is the realization that I have created a monster. Lolo has been sitting outside the bathroom door (that I had to trick her into going through mind you) whining for 15 solid minutes. While I have made much progress and am now able to take my showers dog-free roughly 95% of the time, Lolo believes that any time a bath is drawn, it is for her. As soon as the water starts running she mysteriously appears from whatever adventure had previously been holding her ADHD brain captive and will jump into the tub. It doesn't matter if she is dead asleep or outside running around like a mini wildebeest. As soon as the shower is turned on in fill-the-tub mode, Lolo is there.

I now realize I cannot live in a house that does not have a bath tub. I cannot live with anyone who intends to take baths frequently (because how do you explain an 8 pound monster who does not care who is in the tub when she decides it's bath time?) I'm not even sure I can have roomies again, because we would have to take Lolo's bathtub needs into consideration when scheduling shower shifts. (Side note: do people really do that? Schedule shower shifts? I've only ever had one roomie, but I assume that if there were several people who needed to get up and out the door around the same time that it would be problematic...)

She's a monster, plain and simple. She will spend as much time in the tub as I let her. She has these two little penguin swimmer toys, they zoom around the sides of the tub and she chases them. It's the most entertaining thing ever. As soon as I find the chord for my camera I'll upload the videos. In the mean time, we're mysteriously running low on bubble bath, and my allotted bath time is up. The upside: once Lolo's done with bath time she's usually ready to crash. Score!


Halloween story and Dating Chronicles are still on their way.

Hello my pretties

I've neglected you for far too long, and for that I apologize. I think about you all the time. I scribble little notes to you on the edges of my papers while I'm in class, so that I can come back and talk to you later, and then I forget. I'm sure my Psych professor loves the little memo's though. He cut his shaggy hair, so I'm assuming he read that one. The gotee's still with us though, so perhaps he doesn't read everything...

Anywho, I'm back in Washington. I'm in school. And I miss you. Lolo turned 1 last month! She's still my wee little bastard. I <3 Twitter. I got a Facebook (But I blame Crossbow for that one. It was a deal/dare, and I had to pay up by getting a FB.) I believe I've mentioned before that I <3 this chick, but if you're unclear, you should probably go check her out again. She makes me laugh, therefor you shall love her.

I have an English paper I'm semi writing right now, but it's being a frustrating little thing and won't come out right, so I'm "taking a break." I was actually Googling Strawberry Cupcakes and decided to pop in and tell you all that I <3 you. And cupcakes. And lamp.

Lolo's growling at me in the way that translates to "Bitch, if you don't come play with me, your shoes are going to pay," so I'm going to be a good little human-slave and listen (I have new shoes people. They don't deserve to die.) Plus I have cupcakes to bake. Let's do this again soon shall we?

Lolo's hit list

Don't let the cute face fool you, Lolo is a demon. As of today, the following things have died by her hand/mouth:

2 toothbrushes
5 cell phone chargers
2 socks (which of course, didn't match)
countless meals that were not closely watched
multiple drinks and bottles of water that she decided were hers to drink
1 diamond earring (MIA-not recovered)
3 hair ties (obviously not mine)
1 Guitar Hero guitar was poo'd on (and disinfected), though she seems to believe it is hers now, and drags it around the house by the strap.
Anything cardboard will be destroyed upon contact

And a few other things that escape my attention at the moment.

Marley has nothing on this lil demon. Just when I start telling someone how much better she is, she goes and destroys something else. Buuuut, she's pretty cute, and she's very lovey, so it's usually forgivable.

Oh California Kay, where have you been?

I'll tell you.

Since approximately June I have been looking for a puppy. 2.5 weeks ago I lucked out. I found my baby. Last Saturday ChopStyx and I drove to Bakersfield to pick up Lolo, my 1.2 pound ball of fluff. She's a chocolate and tan Mini Dachshund and I love her.

So I've been waking up several times a night to make my baby "Go potty," and feed her. The first night mommy and Lolo woke up 5 times (so fun! Not.) Now it's usually only once a night. I am still sleep deprived, and don't think there is a spot on me that hasn't been chewed on, but my lil poop head is worth it.

Picture time, I dare you to say she isn't the cutest puppy in the history of ever.






Coming soon: Puppy Chronicles (and more pictures)