Two weeks of Shenanigans

It's been a lengthy two weeks so i shall share the highlights by categories for your amusement, yet somehow, none of the events in this post have anything to do with my wedding (8 months away as of today!). It's been a good lazy Sunday...full of excellent sports. Plus, as an added bonus, Colts are the SNF game so i get to watch them down here in Texas...yahoo! In news of the Groves Football Pool, I won the week, and bragging rights until next week...although my cousin came close to snatching victory from me.

On the workout front - the elliptical was fixed and I was back on the path to a svelte wedding body. Still no tennis shoes, so yes, the workout continued with my Uggs. Things were going well until last Saturday. I was sneaking a workout in before Ryan and I were headed out for the night. Things were going fine until I got done, felt sick to my stomach and proceeded to puke in the kitchen sink. While I'd like to believe i was sick due to an extremely vigorous workout, the cause was more likely the 2 ding dongs i had snarfed down just minuted before my workout. Indeed, i needed to buckle down with my discipline.

On the dog eating me out of house and home front - Austin continues to eat everything he can find. I should just throw money on the ground and let him eat that...it would save me having to clean up after him. Last week he ate both the window sills off the entry way windows. Yesterday he managed to get one of my few remaining flip flops off the bathroom sink and woke me up by dropping the remains on my face. And finally, on Thursday, after i returned home from a work trip, i made the foolish mistake of leaving my suitcase on the floor and woke to him having eaten the leather off the handle. Note to self, add luggage to the wedding registry. For those not aware, Austin is the dog that I acquired shortly after moving to Texas. I was lucky enough to be inducted into Texas culture by attending a livestock auction for work. Yes, that is right folks. During the auction, i was provided free beer all day and on the way out, a woman selling puppies for $5 caught me in a weak (drunk) moment and I snatched up the cute little puppy. I suggested to Ryan that we name him Miller Lite since that was how we came to adopt him. Somehow, Ryan didnt see the humor in that and we settled on Austin.

In travel news - Most of you who know me, know that I have the worst luck when traveling. However, I had been on a run of good luck until Thursday. After being in Annapolis all week for work, my co-workers and I had a late flight back into Houston on Thursday night. We were scheduled to arrive at 9:45. I was hoping to get home and be in bed by 11. We boarded the flight on time, landed on time...I was a happy camper. I told co-worker Chris to go ahead and go home and I would ride back to the office with our new co-worker Lori to get my car. We proceeded to the luggage claim, grabbed our bags and I thought we were off. I asked Lori where her car was located and she confidently replied, C2 garage. Great, we started walking. As we walked into the garage, she gave me a funny look and said "This doesnt look right." Lori has just moved to Houston (big mistake there) so hasn't flown out of the airport before. I said, no worries, there are three C garages, perhaps its one of the others. So, back to the other garages we go. Each garage was the same reaction..."This doesnt look right." After an hour of walking around, in the 85 degree heat and humidity of 100%, we decided to call the parking security office. I explain the situation and the lady says, no problem, we inventory the cars each night. I'm thinking, that job has to suck. She tells me that all she needs is the license plate number and they can locate it. Relieved, I tell Lori, and she says she has no clue what her plates are. We are both about to cry at this point. So, our only option left is to have parking security officer deputy dog drive us around every garage - oh by the way, there are 7 garages, each having 6 floors. At this point, it is midnight and I am ready to call it a day, but dont want to be rude. Lori tells me to take a cab and go home. I feel bad, but do not look a gift horse in the mouth. Deputy dog drives me over to the taxi stand and I hop in. I tell the guy where I'm going and he attempts to put the address in the GPS while driving. I tell him, buddy, no need for GPS i know where i'm going, but he ignores me and continues to fumble with GPS, mumbling under his breath. Finally he gives up and says sorry "I just woke up a bit ago for my shift." I"m like, SUPER...perhaps he can fall asleep while driving like a previous cab ride i had a couple years ago! Things were mostly non-eventful until we got about 10 minutes away from my office and the cabbie almost merged into a motorcycle rider. The motorcycle rider had been next to us for almost 5 minutes, but clearly my sleepy cabbie had not been paying attention. I yell and he swerves back left and then starts yelling about how the guy came out of nowhere. Uhhh, if by no where you mean in your blindspot! Finally, at 1:15am, I arrive at my car, pay the crazy cabbie and head home...this is why my mother doesn't like me taking cab rides. Of course, upon arrival, my ferocious guard dogs start barking and wake Ryan up. So much for being quiet. I drop my suitcase (see previous post about dog eating handle off), take out my contacts and crawl into bed at 2am. The alarm at 6am was brutal.