Family Style!

I think I speak for both Seth and I when I say that I'm totally looking forward to some delicious teppanyaki cooking! We're off to Benihana tonight. Seth got a coupon for a birthday dinner ($30 value) and it just happens to be our 1yr/1mo. anniversary today. Yes, I'm keeping track. Don't judge. 

More pics of a spoiled dog. who's cute. really cute.

Ash Wednesday

So. I decided to give something up for Lent. While I'm not doing it for religious purposes it gives me a chance to give myself a little bit of a challenge. I decided on refined sugars. No desserts, candy, sweets. period. As I'm already questioning my decision to give up such things, I round the corner to the kitchen for lunch. This was sitting on the table:    HAPPY LENT!

Please tell me...

how is it possible for a little wiener dog of Dexters size to take up the WHOLE (queen) bed while sleeping?!? Seriously. I don't have the heart to move him so I sleep in crazy positions to accommodate him. And when I do accidentally disturb him I rush to re-adjust myself into a comfortable position before he grunts his way back under the blankets. That works half the time. The other half he is pushing my legs out of the way with his snout to once again monopolize the bed. And do I move every time?
Yes. Yes, I do.

last night

was a winner of a night. I wake up at 3am with a raging case of heartburn. Worst of my life. I lay there whining to Dexter for about 10 min then grab some water. Time is definitely not the healer of all things and it seems to be getting worse. At this point I've already googled "acid reflux home remedies" No, I won't be throwing back baking soda. Option 2: The website says stand up immediately to keep the acid from rising into your esophagus. Now, I'm sure you can picture me jumping out of bed thinking this is going to be the cure all. Not.  Next option- I got every pillow on my bed and propped my head up to keep the acid from getting into my throat. I've resigned myself to the fact I'll be up for a while dealing with this and yes (Seth), Golden Girls is already queued up on my laptop. After about 30 min of willing my heartburn to retreat I vaguely remember (maybe) having some Rolaids in a box I yet to unpack from my move. With a grand sigh of irritation mixed with hope I go to the closet. With a surprisingly short dig through the box there is small roll of Rolaids laying at the bottom. Pretty sure I heard angels singing. I (first thing) check the expiration date. 3/11. Win. The gods are smiling down on me. After gobbling down 4 chalky wonders I sit back and wait for the magic to happen. As I lay there I think "Would I really have not eaten those Rolaids had they been expired?" I surely hope I would have sucked up my expiration paranoia and eaten anyway. While I know I would have, I may have paused at least a second longer before popping those things into my mouth. Then, I think "Way to go Christina for purchasing the worst flavor in history." Am I really trash talking these small pills that just (I'm pretty sure) saved my life? Geez. So, as the story goes my heartburn finally subsides and I manage to get back to sleep around 4:30. I woke up this morning never wanting to see or taste another acidic food or beverage again. My throat and chest area feels so torn up that I barely have the urge to eat. Wow. Way to go stomach acid. It may be time to see a Dr.

I'm a stress case.

Dexter is at work with me today. For all of you who know Dexter you can understand why I woke up in a sweat last night freaking out about taking him today. I needed to get him out for apt maintenance or I would have never considered such an arrangement. First thing he does when he trots into the office is run into the glass in the conference room, then he spots a seagull on the top of the parking garage through the window and proceeds to bark at it. At this point I'm trying to calm him down enough to lay down and chew on his bone. So not happening. I've set up a  garbage can barrier at my desk to contain him- it's sorta working...I don't know if we're going to make it through the day.

PIFF! Going to see the following movie.

why do I do this?

Here I am again drinking coffee. Why do I do this to myself? I know coffee makes me feel horrible every time I drink it. Maybe I just want to be like everyone else. It seems like everyone drinks coffee except me. My rationale is the caffeine. When I'm looking for a fix, tea and soda don't cut it. So, I'm willing to endure the pain of drinking coffee to feel more alert for 20 min or some other short time that hardly makes the coffee worth it. If I had the choice I'd always pick an energy drink but this isn't an option in my office. Solution: buy a case of energy drinks for myself and leave them in the office fridge. However, I feel like people may raise their eyebrows behind my back and say things like "Why doesn't she just drink coffee?" Well, they just couldn't possibly understand, now could they. Maybe I can legitimize my energy drink addiction with one of these? Coming soon to the Sandstrom office. :)

And I'm robbed of my weekend.

I was sick all weekend. I slept, took copious amounts of cold medicine and drove Seth crazy. After being completely robbed of my weekend as of today I seem to feel better. Finally. I came into work today pretty happy to have some energy only to remember all the things that need to get done because Friday was mostly unproductive. Damn. I have managed to distract myself by going to the kitchen about 4 times to get various beverages, paid my bills, called 24hr fitness, got the deodorant off my shirt but now it appears it's time to get to it. MEH.

Not good enough for you?

I had someone in my office come up to me and let me know the current anti bacterial hand soap we have in the kitchen is not good enough. While I wasn't the one who got it to begin with I can't help but think "this green thing is going a little far" and only in Portland. My wonderful co-worker started naming off brands that I had never heard of (green brands), she finally said Method (which I use at home) and my attitude changed.  Not only does that mean from here on in I get to smell the soap scent of my choice. The purple one is my favorite. Lavender, I believe. And no more complaining. Win, win. 

on the mend

Why does Moonstruck have to be one of our clients? Next it's gonna be pix or something. Any diet I'll ever attempt from here on in will be foiled by truffles. And yes, I had one of those little yellow guys not more than an hour ago. Downhill slide.

Test test

What better way to test my email blogging than to post a cute wiener??

Finally. It has happened.

I'm officially sick after beating around the bush for weeks. My wonderful boyfriend has offered to bring me "whatever I need" So sweet, Seth. This is all I need...with some crackers, please.

Heh. Portlandia, you're sure to love this one.

I would gladly take any of these with a little redecoration...or not.

My first post- about Dexter (of course)

Dexter J. My dog. Would I call myself a bit of an obsessed dog owner? Absolutely. Most people would be disgusted at my love for my dog, others understanding. Anyway, he's the closest thing to a child I may ever have and quite frankly I've humanized the hell outta him. This picture features the double tuck. Quite popular among doxies and doxie lovers.