my inner kristina

Have you ever looked in the mirror and been surprised by your reflection. It's just not what you were expecting for some reason. It used to happen to me a lot and then I got in touch with my self and it happened less often, but never went away completely. My inner kristina wasn't matching up to my outer kristina - but now it does cause I cut off all my hair and I finally feel like myself (go for it Lizzie) I'm so thoroughly psyched by the way I feel now, a literal and figurative weight has been lifted. yay! It was also a great experience because I found a wonderful hair dresser in highland park and the cut cost me $48 bucks, what?! I know, that's crazy! She's at Crop Salon, but shhh, she's to good to not keep a secret.

In other weekend news, CCP went to play with some big dogs at a friend's house and he got trampled a couple of times but mostly I think it was great for his self-esteem. He got home totally pooped out and really dirty - so the task we had been avoiding was inevitable, he got a bath. We thought he would freak out, but he was really very good and he let us soap him up and rinse him down and then he got brushed. He was so tired by the end of the day that he just curled up with us on the couch and dried off, I mean drifted off to dreamland. He's so f-ing cute.

choices

I'm depressed today. I say this with the full understanding of sadness .vs. depression, and I thought about it and I picked depressed. voluntarily. Sometimes it happens and I'm not about to pretend that my life is baking pies and finding cute pictures of dresses I don't own and can't afford. I'm perfectly aware that I've got it good, but it doesn't matter, I've got the blues. I really wish I was doing something with my life, mostly I wish I was helping people in need.

btw, I did make a pie and it was delicious. I wish I had it right now so I could throw it from the roof and watch it splat. Yeah, I'm in a pie splatting mood. Like I said, I'm depressed.

I've got problems

How many time have I promised myself that I will be disciplined and update my blog on a regular bases...jeez, I'm such a douche sometimes. I'm going to blame the pooch for this one, I've been spending so much time with him that I get nothing done. But, he's so cute...I have to get a hold of myself. His name is officially, Charlie Carlos Puppyface!

I bought one of the Orla Kiely containers at Target and I decided to keep the kibble in it, and the little container that some of you may remember, had no purpose, is now where I keep treats handy to dole out when CCP does something good. I also scored a salad bowl and side dishes with the cute retro fruit design - this is a better quality designer crossover than I have come to expect at Target - so I went a little crazy.

it curious.

In the morning I am filled with regret, but my stomach is empty. It, my stomach, encourages me to leave the safety of my bed and venture out on to the cold wood floor. My feet are not happy. They cringe and hasten my steps toward the door where my slippers lay wasted from the night before. Hunger in the morning is deeper than any hunger, mid-day or night. It, hunger, makes my stomach feel like an empty oil drum. The pit, the pit is my stomach, not part of it. I'm so hungry I can't eat. And I flap the doors of the fridge and freezer in succession, but produce no food or menu. I pad back to the bedroom door and stare at regret. It is sleeping peacefully.

Dribble, mindless dribble, for you my friends. I couldn't think of anything else, maybe this will become free write Wednesdays. Yay, Lost is on tonight.

2 things

1. First, my dog is the cutest fucking thing on the planet...he's so cute in fact that I love my boyfriend more, just for his sheer proximity to my cute dog.



2. Second, I'm constantly in awe of Taylor Doran and tati luboviski-acosta...I have no shame, I am unabashedly jealous of their awesomeness. But they are no where as cute as my dog, who's name may or may not be Charlie, or Horse.

3. Third, there is a third thing. Black - Bird Bakery on etsy sells gluten free baked goods, I ordered some for my mom and I'll tell you how delicious they are when she gets them and consumes them. (see picture below, I want this for my wedding)



4. Fourth, I just thought of a fourth thing. How sweet is this shirt? It's pretty sweet.

Here he is!!!!

Colonel Hamburger!!! Just kidding, I'm still waiting for him to tell me his name. When I was little I would stare at my new stuffed animals until they would tell me their name...I'm still waiting for that moment with this handsome devil.

...things take time.

Ok, I got a puppy - wait, it gets better. I got an adorable, sweet, well-behaved puppy - wait, there's something else. He's totally scared out of his wits. So, here is the moral of the story: a puppy is cute and getting one is so exciting, (I'm excited!!!)but they are hard work and it demands a lot of your time and patience. Our little guy was not socialized properly and now he's scared of his own shadow. Which is moral of the story, part 2: people who rescue dogs off the street are angels from heaven, no doubt about it, but it's no excuse to not educate yourself about training and socialization. Rescuing a dog is more than just food and shelter - if you want to rescue dogs, make it your business to learn everything you can about dogs and make sure your life style is conducive to doing it.

So, moral of the story, part 3: I love our puppy and I can't wait to see the happy, beautiful dog he is going to grow into with our love and support. A descent picture is forthcoming, sorry to do that. Take my word for it - he's adorable!!!

oh...we still don't have a name! Pizza was a contender and then I wanted Archer, but Pete doesn't like it - suggestions???