Touchy feeley

It is amazing how many times a day I unconsciously touch my nose. Ouch!

Betcha can't guess what I got for Christmas...

A broken nose! My big goofy dog, whose giant head is apparently made of rock, hit my face with that giant head while we were playing and broke my nose. In his defense, he did feel really badly about it, and while I laid on the floor and cried, he laid down beside me and cried too, licking my elbow every few minutes to make me feel better. It is actually not completely broken, just a hairline fracture, but I still have a swollen face and 2 black eyes. Just the thing for pictures around the christmas tree. And, in case you didn't know, a broken nose is very, very painful. Sneezing will make me scream in pain, and I am now terrified of people hugging me, because that brings them a little too close to my face for me to be entirely comfortable. Last night, my friend playfully pretended to grab my nose and I immediately burst into tears just from the thought of the pain. I sure am a fun party guest.

Happy Birthday

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Christine,
Happy birthday to you!

Now you have to imagine that sung in my very off-key voice and accompanied by the many and varied snorting stylings of Desoto to get the full effect. I hope you have a great day! Happy Birthday Christine!

Countdown

I go back to work tomorrow. I cannot believe that I have been home for almost a month already and tomorrow it is back to reality. Although, what is making this ok is the fact that I am going back to a new position, with a supervisor that I have worked with before, who is awesome. So other than the part where I have to actually go back to work and work, I am kind of excited about going back to work. It is kind of embarrasing to note that I have accomplished nothing in the time I had off work. Unless you count sleeping a lot and watching movies, then, well, I did a shit load of stuff.

I dream about wolves

Lately, I have been dreaming about wolves chasing me. Big, growling, scary wolves. I don't need a dream analysis book to tell me what these dreams mean. They mean that my giant, bed hogging dog growls in his sleep. You know when some dogs are asleep they make cute little yips and barks, and their legs twitch like they are chasing cats or cars in their sleep? When Desoto chases stuff in his sleep, he makes big, LOUD, scary growls, like he is Cujo and he is going to eat your head. And when his legs twitch, I gets scratches and bruises. One time, I landed on the floor.

While it is very easy to suggest to me, as does everyone I know, that I just don't let Desoto on to the bed, carrying out this plan is a whole other ball game. The dog is as big as I am, weighs as much and is very determined not to sleep on the floor. So until I convince Desoto that I am the alpha dog in this relationship and I get the bed, I'll be dreaming about big, scary wolves chasing me.

I have been busy

I have been busy lately trying to keep Desoto from eating my laptop. I watching a movie on the laptop the other day and there were cats in the movie. Desoto was lying on the couch with me with his big giant head in my lap and he heard the meowing coming from the laptop and he became convinced that there are kitties living inside the laptop. He hates the laptop anyway because sometimes I pay more attention to it than to him, but now he is just biding his time until I am not looking so he can destroy it and the kitties too. It is quite funny really watching him smell it and look all around it, convinced that if he just stares at it long enough or hard enough, he will find the kitties. I really shouldn't encourage this as it is mean and he really could eat my laptop if he was so inclined, but it's pretty funny.