This blog is dedicated to a great Fort Scotian, Jayci Cosens. She is an avid reader and told me that if I wrote about her in my next blog she would purchase a limited edition photo from my collection. So there ya go J.C.!!!!!!
Other than the above great news...I've had a horrible past 24 freaking hours.
1. My first dog...Shelby, a German shepherd/keeshond mix ran away. She was pushing 15 years in human age and had a bad limp. She lives outside, unlike my other dog who lives indoors, and just loves it when I greet her for dinner or breakfast. Yesterday was no different. She met me at the car to send me off to work and I patted her on the nose like I always do. As I drove to work she trotted beside me as I drove down the lane. She didn't stop at the bottom like normal so I turned around in hopes of her following me back to the house. She kept on truckin' down the road looking for a thrill...so I headed to work. I thought she would head back to the house. She didn't and now I don't know what to do. I'm a bit upset because it was my first dog and I didn't take her back to the house like I should have.
2. I've been sick with some sort of ailment for about 2-3 weeks. Crazy fatigue, headaches off and on and a lack of energy. I don't think I'm pregnant. All kidding aside it's driving me crazy and my wife is worried. So I finally made a doctor's appointment today after 2 weeks of promising that I would. Hope I'm not dying.
3. To make things worse I had a mishap during bossman and I's afternoon stress-reducing football toss. He tossed a ball a little short so I stuck my foot out to stop it from bouncing into a vehicle. Instead I stepped on it and fell backwards (imagine a 185 pound klutz dancing) into the vehicle. One dent now from my shoulder and another from my noggin. Instead of a pound of pigskin hitting the vehicle a 1/10th ton dude sideswiped it.
4. I'm not yet sure what is going to happen this evening to make the day worse; however, it could just get better. When I woke this morning I noticed that my finely coiffed (is that a word) mullet was getting too long to bear and needed a trim. So my hair stylist Brandy is going to fix me up.