Monday, June 6, 2011

Todd Being Todd

This is my dog, well this is my... rat that is technically classified as a dog. Some people call him cute. I call him mentally ill. The SC calls him Toody Woody. Not sure why she does that, but she does...must be a girl thing.

Any way, this is a shot post of Todd being Todd...enjoy! Pay close attention after his second go around. He almost falls over!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Real person...Bad model

And so at last, I am back.
To my four avid followers: I am back to satiate your ever-growing thirst for information pertaining to our lives.

I will just begin. My sous chef and I have been very busy the last few months. Yes, it has been that long since I have written. To summarize, since my last entry, I have graduated from NC State University and am all set to join the real world on January 17th. We got a dog. Well, he is more like a rat...a very bad, misbehaving rat...with more fur and a fluffier tail. I like to say that we received a bad model of a dog.

Currently I am in Utah where, upon my arrival, I was guilted into writing another blog. I then proceeded to procrastinate to the last second before I wrote the aforementioned blog post.

On December 18th, I graduated from College. It only took me seven years. No, I am not a doctor, or a lawyer, or anyone of real importance, just really slow. Two years off didn't help either. I graduated with honors from NC State University with degrees in Business Administration and French Language and Literature. On the same day, My sous-chef-in-law (aka Anna's sister, Alise) got married to her long-time love, Nate. After their wedding at the Duke Chapel in Durham they threw me a HUGE party! A bunch of people came that I don't even know. One of the stipulations to my party was that they got to dance together in front of everyone. Alise also danced with her dad and Nate danced with his mom, which I don't exactly understand. There were also a few toasts that were to Alise and Nate that I allowed to happen. I do appreciate the party though! Thanks a ton Nalise!

Before I graduated and the party was thrown we got a dog. It was a rescue Papillon. He is 6 lbs. 4 oz. of fur and fury! His name is Todd Hugo Potter, and he never ceases to bark. He barks at cats, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, other dogs (big/small/hairy/tiny/ugly/ pretty), his shadows (his own and others), bugs, elevators, paper, quarters, and grass and most other nouns you can think of. He is very well-behaved with S.C. and myself, buuuuutttt... he is basically terrible with everyone else. Maybe he won't be terrible forever, but I wouldn't count on it.

I guess we kinda like him.


I am going to be a real person soon. Yes, I will be one of those white collar, 9-6 (or possible 8-5 or 10-7) yuppies that has to work for a living to provide for his loving wife, future children, and rat. I am starting with Lenovo on the 17th of January. I will primarily be working in their sales department. I guess, though, it beats the state of limbo in which I have been living the last few weeks. The schedule for limbo is as follows:

7 am: wake up, walk the rat
7:15 am: go back to bed
8:30 am: kiss the sous-chef goodbye and bid her good day at work
10:30...ish am: wake up for real
10:45 am: put pop tart in the toaster oven
10:47 am: eat pop tart while watching arrested development on the 9 dollar-a-month-time- waster (aka netflix)
10:59 am: pause arrested develpment and pop in another set of pop tarts
11:01 am: resume
12:30 pm: walk rat
2:00 pm: get a call from sous-chef and tell her I will perfom the list that she has left for me before she gets home from work at 5:30
2:08 pm: maybe watch some hulu or...if the 11 hours of sleep isn't enough, take a nap.
2:09 pm: not write a blog post
4:00 pm: start on list that the sous-chef think will take 4 hours.
4:45 pm: finish the list
4:46 pm: sit around and call Anna every ten minutes telling her to hurry up and get home because I am bored and have conversations about the done list and the rat and work and the fact that I am in Limbo, and other things
5:30 pm: S.C. arrives home and the rat goes crazy.
5:35 pm: the rat sees a cloud on his walk and barks
5:39-11:00 pm: dinner/rat/movies/bliss/ hugs/ kisses/ fun with the S.C./ budgeting/ bill-paying/ etc.
11:01 pm: get ready for a tough day the next day and go to sleep

sooooo...yeah, I think working is better and much more lucrative. pop tarts are cheap.


that is my life right now. I will post pickies of the rat and the sous-chef and our glorious life very soon.

until next time, maybe a few months...