It has recently come to my attention that I am not an efficient pack leader when it comes to raising my dogs, Chloe and Larry. Perhaps it’s an inherit need to want your dogs to magically behave, but I never really understood the fact that you actually had to raise a dog. So here I am, I’ve got a whiner, and an ignorer, and the only tools I have are Cesar Milan via the National Geographic channel, and my own lack of confidence. I’d really like to take the dogs to the park later. They love it there, and I know that if Chris was here, he’d probably do the same. It’s just so damn cold outside… and it’s only me trying to lug around two large, relatively insane canines. I do think it’s fun to watch them interact with the other dogs. Actually, Larry interacts… Chloe just cowers in fear, and tries to make the male dogs chase her.
Ai yi yi.
I really hate it when Chris isn’t here for his normal Sunday off. The house is just so darn empty. With only “Rock of Love” and bagels to keep me company, this house just seems like an abyss with druken banshees as the soundtrack. That man really works his ass off, and he never complains. It’s our 6 month anniversary today, and I’ve been trying to think of something special to do for him, like maybe making dinner, or taking him to the drive-in or something… Again… This damn cold is freakin’ killing me. Maybe I’ll do dinner, and he can do drinks and dessert. mmmmmmm.
Have I mentioned the fact that I really love having a man with a sweet tooth? It’s fucking brilliant.
Speaking of men… I’ve been thinking alot about the utter hotness of Batman. Ripped Muscles, black rubber suit, mask, deep voice, mysterious…. meeooow. They totally need Batman porn. I’d buy that. In fact, I’d totally love to see Batman and Aeon Flux get it on. Or that chick from Cowboy BeBop… hehehe.
Parts of a Story:
Context: Dorothy in Kansas, before Tornado.
Away: Dorothy Landing in Oz, rizing action level- Character faces cris and leaves something that is known for something unknown.
The Plot Thickens: Dorothy crossing a fast moving river, falling asleep in the poppy field, it’s a complication that embodies the beginning of the climax.
Darkest Hour: Worst-Case scenario– appears that evil will prevail… tragedies end here with dead lovers, lost heroes, etc.
Dawn Comes:Dorothy tapping her heels… Turn of events that enables the character to solve the problem.
I’d really like to write my life story. Or at least maybe from like 16 years old on. Really delve into my own personal issues and maybe I’d learn something I didn’t know about myself. I dunno. I just can see how that has the potential to be rather painful. I’d also like to start learning new vocabulary words, and also some different writing techniques, such as metaphors and the like.
As far as the rest of the day is concerned, I’d like to take a shower, get ready, have a really nice romantic dinner ready for Chris when he gets home, take the dogs on a walk, and clean the kitchen. Sounds like a pretty decent plan to me. My front yard is slowly eating away at my soul, but it’s so damn cold outside, I can’t bear to do anything about it. I can’t imagine how people in Alaska feel this time of year. I’ve been thinking about an Alaskan cruise for our One Year anniversary… That’d be an awesome present. 
I need to start checking in on those. Maybe book the Man-Candy and me a Cruise. That sounds like fun… A balcony room overlooking Alaska’s natural wonders… I’m drooling already.
