“So a dog walks into a lobby …”
My lobby to be exact, and I as soon as I laid eyes on said dog the internet nerd that I am, recognized the breed and ‘fan-girled’ the hell out.
“OMG! Is your dog friendly? Can I touch it? Can I take a photo of your dog?”
Yes it was, Yes I could, and sure.
This is the internet version:
Dog wasn’t too interested in me petting it … or touching it to be honest.
I don’t force myself on animals. I don’t grab at them, leer at them or invade their space.
I’m more of a ‘sit on the floor and offer an appendage then wait to see if they are interested in making contact’ type of girl.
So I sat on the floor, in my dress, wondering ‘why doesn’t this dog like me? ALL dogs like me!’ Lamely continuing to hold out my hand like there was a chance it would change its mind.
I told my son about it – his response:
Is that bad? That my son and I speak ‘internet funnies’? I knew what he meant obviously. It’s one of my favorites:
So while it wasn’t in the mood for accepting my hand or my love, it was in the mood for a quick photo session.
Here’s the mini-Shiba Inu (“mini-SHIBE!”)
But I digress … about that compliment.
Later in the day, I’m sharing this story with an agent – showing him the photos of the mini-‘doge’ and he proceeds to give me the biggest compliment I’ve had in a very long time.
What you need to know about this man is that he’s very ‘what you see is what you get’ – to the point of having something awkward or unedited come out of his mouth from time to time.
(Gee, I’d know nothing about that – hold on, don’t slip on the sarcasm.)
Anyway, bottom line, he gets an A+ for authenticity from me.
I love that in a person.
So he’s reminded of a dog themed email he sent me and asks if I got it.
He went on to explain that he sent it because he was sorry he was grumpy that day.
The way he explained it went a little something like this.
“You’re the bright, shiny thing here … and I felt bad that I was grumpy.”
I’m a bright shiny thing??
I’m sharing this because too often we are unaware of what we may mean to someone.
And far too often we fail to tell someone what they mean to us.
I paid it forward by sharing with a dear friend how much they mean to me.
And then made sure to tell the man who complimented me just how much his words meant.
Good work should be complimented when noticed.
It just takes a few seconds to appreciate someone!
It took six seconds for someone to make my day – and I’m still feeling bright and shiny.
Even though the dog didn’t want me to pet it.
It’s a rare day today – the second in a row that I haven’t had to go to work. Well, not to the building that pays me anyway.
I woke at 5 am, with Butters breathing in my face. I could feel her staring at me and confirmed it by peeking under my lashes at her very close face.
Let’s chat about Butters a second, because after I got up, let her out, switched the coffee on and went back to bed – I found the most hilarious photo posted to my Facebook wall.
I had shared some Thanksgiving photos and put one of my canine manatee up last night.
This one to be precise.
There was a comment and an altered photo from my son’s girlfriend Chelsea. If you’re familiar with the Doge meme, you’ll find it as hilarious as I did (I still insist on pronouncing ‘Doge’ like ‘vogue’ not ‘Doje’ with the ‘j’ sound the internet has declared to be correct. Such Shibe. Much there’s an ‘e’ on the end – pronounce the vowel as it is in the alphabet!)
Anyway – meme grammar tangent.
Here’s the doctored photo:
I already loved Chelsea, but it’s sealed now.
Anyway – so I’m laughing in bed at ‘Are-you-freaking-kidding-me O’Clock’ and decide to take advantage of this extra day off and finish preparing for my guest.
I grabbed a cup of coffee – made a list (no, I didn’t check it twice Nic) which didn’t have too much on it, but I knew had to go to the bank and get a money order to pay my rent and decided the best place to go was right next to it – Walmart.
It didn’t occur to me, until after I was showered and dressed and determined – that it was Black Friday.
A fun fact about me – once I’ve decided on something, I will not change my mind. I will not wait. I will go about accomplishing whatever it is I’ve decided to accomplish, no matter what. (This has resulted in tattoos, a nose piercing and a Vegas wedding.)
Some people call me stubborn.
Some people would be very right. (Such stubborn. Much pig-headed.)
Bottom line, I was GOING to Walmart – Black Friday stampedes be damned.
Traffic wasn’t bad as I left the house at about 8:15. Hit green lights most of the way and a good amount of tension left my stubborn shoulders. Even watched a coyote cross the road. (No, I don’t know why – probably he was following the chicken.)
Pulled into the shopping center – and realized the bank wasn’t open yet.
Okay – Walmart first.
I’ve never been to Walmart on Black Friday. I’ve heard the tales – read the stories about trampled people and broken limbs – shopping shenanigans. So I was bracing myself and when I approached the store …
Okay, it wasn’t that empty. But I easily found a parking spot, a cart, and this claustrophobic shopper was quite comfortable inside.
I was in and out in 15 minutes with only the items on my list. I did spy some Black Friday queuing in the electronics department – that was fun. I walked by and looked upon them with amusement. Much as you would an exhibit at a museum or a fair.
(Such shoppers. So Savvy. Much money savers.)
One of my best friends works at the bank – so I got a hug as she opened the door for the half-dozen people waiting outside. Things were going so smoothly!
Drove to the property management company, money order in hand. Popped that into their drop box and headed home.
Green lights. Nice commute. Wow.
I was still in determined mode when I got home. AND somehow had energy to back my plans with action.
Lit a candle, put on some Christmas music and went to work.
Cleaned out the fridge, scrubbed the floor, bathed the dog(e), cleaned the tub – then the rest of the main bathroom. Went through the pantry – even washed the little salt and pepper shaker.
7 hours after having Butter breath in my face, I was still motivated enough to gather the laundry and come here.
And here I am.
Breezing through Black Friday like a pro and stubbornly accomplishing more than one person has a right to accomplish without a cape and an alter ego.
Am wondering though, what the hell this restless girl is going to do all weekend!
Because it won’t be this: