Thursday, March 29, 2007

End of Day Crazy

Some crazy stuff happened this week. Most of it was good crazy, some was bad crazy, and some was really just f-ed up crazy. Here's the recounting:

Saturday, I was cutting this dog's nails:
Milo in his defiant glory
That's Milo. I love Milo. He has this spirit and interest in everything that just makes you think, "I should live that way, too! Gimme those shoes, they look delicious!" And, he was SOOO good when I gave him his bath. But then, some random dog started barking outside when I was doing the nail trim. He didn't need much, only three nails on his front right foot. No problem ... until the aforementioned barking. Milo was all zenned out, and then, just when scissors were meeting their mark, the barking started, and Milo had to see what was what. And, the scissors? Well, they missed their intended mark, but needed another, and what better than the heel of my hand? Two stitches. Two stitches that I accidentally ripped out. Two stitches that, upon ripping out and my subsequent decision to employ a homemade remedy involving a lot of band-aids and isopropyl, left a big old infection in my hand! Now, they're cutting off dead infected skin on my hand (left, and thank the Lord, I'm a rightie) on Saturday. Crazy!

This dog? That's Lou, remember? He's hiding. See the colored bottles by his feet? Those are bottles of dog shampoo that came in a shipment for the store on Monday. They're on the floor because Lou opened the box while I was at work. He opened the box, ate THREE boxes of Greenies dog treats, and then, I imagine, felt quite sick. So sick, in fact, that he singlehandedly started what I like to call The Great Shitstorm of 2007. I mean, all over. I mean, everywhere. I mean, I came home and he was in the bathtub, because it was the only clean place for him to lay his sick, sick head. I spent 10 minutes being mad, and he hid in that corner the whole time. Then I cleaned it all up with gallons and gallons of bleach and Pine-sol. As soon as I was finished, Lou came out of the corner like nothing had happened. How I love him.
Lou Hiding from Bailey

This number of new clients THIS WEEK: THIRTEEN I need to hire some people.

Plus some other stuff happened:

Book proposal for In the Meantime (knitting book) done!

Meeting with the brains behind the best new business idea to hit the nation since ... ever, done!

Normalizing the process for scheduling at Uptown Hound, done!

Supporting my dear friend in celebration of her anniversary of sobriety, done!

Back to Bikram, done! Limber and at peace, even with a wonky hand.

Here we go!

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More WNTW Photos

I have been verbally abused for just too long! So, here are some more photos that I took on "reveal day" for the WNTW show. I still don't know when it's going to air, but I'll post the date and the invite to come watch it with me as soon as I know. I can't really post the photos of the diary days or the reveal because it's not allowed, but I think it's okay for me to post the progress photos of my daily wardrobe photos for you, and I'll do that this weekend. In the meantime, here are some party pix:

My Mom (in the brown sweater on the right, wearing a scarf she knitted herself! Yeah, knitting!) and my cousin Debbie on the left in the purple sweater:


My mom, center stage -- she looks hot, right? Check out those nails. Would you believe she's actually 70 years old? (I kid, I kid... but not that much. Ha!)


From left to right, Lillian, Remy, Keenah and Darren. You see the stylishness I have to live up to? That's why I just gave up. Too cute.


My dad talking to Keenah and Darren. I love the way Keenah is looking at him. Is that interest? Hmm...


I love this picture! Keenah and baby Jett, with Aimee on the left. Look how happy that baby boy is? If I had a spoon big enough, I'd scoop him up and eat him right now:

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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

The Man Has Got To Go!

So many things are going on, and they're all fun and good and stressful, though. Before the nitty-gritty (and, you can see the knitty-grittyright here), here's some crazy stuff:

Number of Uptown Hound Clients:
At opening: 6
Over Winfer: 14
Today: 21

Degree of Stress:
At Opening: 100%
Over Winter: 120%
Today: 2 kajillion, hundred thousand, bajillion percent

Uptown Hound Worker Injury Count:
Carmen: 0 injuries, 1 pregnancy
Jen: 8 stitches, 0 pregnancies
Carolyn: 0 injuries, so not pregnant
Gerson: 1 expensive coat dirtied by a client, pregnancy impossible (he is a man)
Chicken Bone Count:
This will start up again next week, with warmer weather ... and pictures

The "Man" Issues:
Voicing Dissent: 100K times
Voicing Dissent to Someone Who Can "fix the problem": 0 times
Number of times considered eating a bowl of glass instead of going to work: infinity
Number of times smiled instead of killing: infinity

Okay, more interesting surveys once I figure out how to make pie charts and load them on Flickr.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


I know I didn't post the diary yet and I know I didn't put up the dang pictures either. Yeesh. I am busy working for the man and the man is mean and doesn't care if I'd like to eat lunch with a friend, or get my temporary (on for 6 months now) cap replaced, or even if I hang myself in my cube because making PowerPoint slides all day can do that to you.

I have been photographing all the outfits as they're worn to prove my adherence to the rules. Interesting feeling, this. It is hard to explain, but I do feel different. Really, I feel as if I'm itching for a fight (and how is that different, you say?)... not THAT kind of fight. More later... with photos. (Of clothes, not fights).