The Monotony of At Home Living

Dudes, hi.  It’s me, Bug. 

I just got back from a week in Charlotte – which was fine – but I missed a whole week of camp.  A whole damn week of camp. 

I remember last monday like it was yesterday, only it was last week instead.  I loaded in the car like I always do on Mondays, but instead of  arriving at camp 10 minutes later, Tank and I were held captive in the car for hours.  Multiple hours.  It was so painful.

car sick

Once we got there I was so distracted by all of the change and commotion that I nearly forgot how devastated I had decided to be about missing camp.  I barely had time to use the outdoor facilities before Tank was in the pool.  So typical.

shark tank

He’s so ridiculous.  He spent most of his waking hours sunning himself, swimming, and drinking by the pool.  

I was so angry that I was robbed of this week at camp that I spent most of it on the couch, napping.  It was like I traded lives with Tank.  Nobody seemed to care that it was Toby and my anniversary.  I mean seriously, where is the compassion people?  

tank bug charlotte

We finally came home on Sunday, after another torturously long car ride, and I finally made my grand return to camp on Monday.  

Now, this is not one of those stories where the main character experiences one challenging situation and then it’s all home free and sunny days.   This is a story of struggle – of my struggle.

Monday I made it back to camp, and let me tell you, it was glorious.  I played, I sunned, I generally socialized with any and all other living beings.  It was like being at a 5 star resort, and then suddenly, it was time to go.  

I woke up this morning to the worst realization of all – it’s Tuesday.  A mother-sniffing work from home day where I don’t get to go to camp.  It’s my worst day of the week.  

After my morning coffee (or the coffee of whoever left theirs on the table) I was ready to go.  I wanted to do something, I wanted adventure! Instead, I got to watch the news with Tank on the couch.  Thrilling.

its me bug

By lunch I was considering going on the lam.  Someone thought it was an ingenious idea to work outside to multi-task and get to enjoy the day.  Well guess what, ‘someone’ was not full of great ideas today.  It was 90 degrees.  I live in a fur coat.  I was not amused. 

Bug sunbathing

It was like torture.  Seriously.  If someone told me I had to be a stay at home Bug, well I’d be packing my napsack and hitting the road before you could say treat.  You want to waste your day sitting around and ‘working?’ Well, I ain’t got time for that.  

Thankfully tomorrow is another camp day so you don’t need to worry.  As long as I get dropped off by 9am no one will have to get hurt.  I’m campaigning for a camp bus for next year – I swear it’s the only way I’ll get there on time.  

Stay cool my babies, 

xx Bug

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I’m a Fun Addict. I’m Addicted to Fun.

Dudes.

This is me (usually).

Bug Says: reflect on the past.

This is me on camp.

bugging out

Seriously, every time I go to camp I’m completely useless when I come home.  The moms think it’s great, but Tank thinks I have a problem.  I tried to play it off as narcolepsy, maybe a sleep disorder, but he’s not buying it.  He knows.  I’m addicted. I’m addicted to fun.

It’s totally embarrassing.  If I pull a long shift at camp I can’t even stay up to watch my nighttime stories, and tonight is just another example of that.  I waited all week for The Voice and before it’s even a glimmer on my TV screen I can barely keep my eyes open.

I guess I’m going to have to work on being a less fun girl.  It might not be possible – but I’m going to try.  I don’t think I could handle cutting down on my days at camp – I’d go through an ugly withdraw and would most likely start lashing out at my loved ones.

I’m home tomorrow for a rest day, so I may look up some outpatient treatment centers so that I can start to face my addiction slowly and steadily.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

 

 

Back in the Sick House

Dudes,

It’s me. Bug.

bug says

 

I’m reporting to you directly from home because, once again, I’m home from camp.  I haven’t seen Toby or any of my friends for over two weeks, and I’m miserable.  If I have to watch Tank sleep through one more criminal minds marathon I’m going to chew the faces off of all his favorite men.  Yeah, that’s right.  I’ve spiraled down into a dark place and I’ve got the cabin fever.

bug says she has cabin fever

I’m on meds again, and hoping to be back on all four paws by the weekend.   On Saturday, camp is having a pet adoption event that I’m dying to go to, so lets all hope the meds work their magic and I can go.  I’ve been asking for a little brother so that Tank and I can officially start our band, so I’m constantly shopping around.  We’ve already decided his name will be scooter.  It just fits in with the vibe of our group.

Aside from that I’ve got very little to report – just a lot of same toys, different day action around here with a few freedom walks sprinkled in.

Until next time – stay cool my babies.

xx Bug

 

 

Update on the Bug Flu

Dudes,

I have been a bit under the weather lately.

sleepy bug says

My belly has been in a world of hurt the last few weeks, and I’ve been losing ALL of my hairs.   Last night my Aunt Carrie Ann came over and rubbed me so I could sleep.

bug says aunt care nap

The moment of truth came this morning, and I finally went to the vet, so I’ll just cut to the chase.  I’ve got some good news, some bad news, and some even worse news.

bug goes to the vet

this was my cruise director. she was pretty cool.

The good news is that I’m going to live.  Yep, there appears to be a cure for my most deadly of illnesses.

The bad news is that I’ve got a GI infection AND the Mange.  Don’t even ask me how they tested my GI health, it was a violation like nothing I’ve ever known before.  I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to talk about it, and I’m certain I’m going to have nightmares.

bug says LIFE

I’m on new meds and will hopefully be on the mend soon.  I’m just hoping my hairs grow back so I don’t have to keep wearing all those stupid sweaters.

To all of you two-leggers out there paying money to have all the good warm hair lasered from your body, SHAME! I wish Mange on ALL YOUR HOUSES!

The even worse news is that I’m off from camp for a few weeks until I get healthy again.  I’m basically on forced house arrest for a crime I didn’t commit and it’s absolute bull. Needless to say, I’m not taking this news very well, but I am trying my best to be optimistic.

To any pups out there reading this post, keep washing your paws (WITH SOAP) and keep your filthy little mouths out of my water bowl.  Don’t even think about sniffing my ladyparts.  I don’t need any unwashed miscreants giving me the bark or any other sniffingly transmitted diseases.

I’ve been pretty lax on my posting since I’ve been sick, but I’m planning to catch up in the next few weeks now that I’ve got some time to kill.  I’m also hoping to catch up on my correspondence, watch some backlogged criminal minds on the DVR and really dig in to my chess game.  I think it’s critical that I keep myself busy or I might go insane.  I might campaign for a wii – I’ve been hearing very good things about the yoga on that thing, and I could use some zen in my life.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

Snow Blows.

Dudes, last week it snow stormed here.  Well, sort of.  It wasn’t exactly a ‘storm,’ but there was snow and I LOVED it.

Bug says snow storm

 

I usually don’t like to get my paws wet, but I got a case of the curiosities, so I ventured out for a little expedition.

I sniffed it.

I sniffed it.

I tasted it.

I tasted it.

and I stopped off for a chilled brewski

and I stopped off for a chilled brewski (or twoski…)

I had so much fun playing in the powder, but I had left my coat in my camp bag so I only lasted about 10 minutes out in the tundra.

Tank, on the other hand, showed up to pick me up from camp in a sexy new parka, totally ready for the frigid temps.

I'm a model you know what I mean.  And I do my little turn on the catwalk

I’m a model you know what I mean. And I do my little turn on the catwalk. On the catwalk. 

I'm too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat. What do you think about that?

I’m too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat. What do you think about that?

I shake my little touche on the catwalk.

I shake my little touche on the catwalk.

All my friends at camp loved T’s outfit, and couldn’t stop talking about how sweetly the fur (fake fur people!) framed his face.  I was secretly a little mad because I wore my christmas sweater AND my coat to camp the same day, and NO one said anything to me about it.  I don’t even know why I try sometimes.

Regardless, this week I learned about snow and it was cool, but I got my fill.  I’m ready to move to a warmer climate. I’m thinking California, but I mean, I wouldn’t rule out another temperate climate.  I mean let’s be real, for the right price, I’d go anywhere, snow boots and all.

We had a big weekend after the snow, but I’ll have to circle back on that tomorrow because camp left me completely zonked today.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

 

 

 

 

 

 

Two Time Outs + a Long Week at Camp

Dudes,

Is it finally the weekend? I thought I’d never make it.

I’ve been logging some seriously long hours at camp this week and I’m just plain exhausted.

my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.

my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.

On Monday AND Wednesday I pulled 10 hour shifts. Straight through, only 1 nap.

To add insult to injury, I think my mom is skimping on my lunch snacks.  Seriously,  around 3pm I hit this hypoglycemic low that feels like a brick wall and it takes everything out of me.   I can’t even tell you the last time I had enough juice left in me to do a training run through.  My body is too tired to think about fitness.

The worst part is that when I get tired I get super cranky, and have a little fuzzy brain.  Guys I can’t help it, I’m just exhausted, but my mom told me that isn’t an excuse and I got two, count them TWO, timeouts this week.

My first day off from camp was Tuesday and everything was fine until the afternoon when I had a fuzzy brain episode.  I haven’t been going in my iron prison much lately and have been enjoying a much longer leash of trust around the house, you know, within reason.  When mom came home for lunch everything was super kosher and I was in a deep REM cycle.

look. I sleep like an angel.

look. I sleep like an angel.

You should have seen her, she was so proud of me.  But she went back to work, the sleep wore off, and this happened.

it's just a shoelace people.

it’s just a shoelace people.

Yeah, so I did that.  But, I mean, really, I thought I was doing her a favor.  Who wears converses anymore? I mean that was so spring 2012 and/or 7th grade.  I haven’t seen her wear them in months and she keeps talking about cleaning out her closet, so I just gave her a little push she needed.

You know how she thanked me?  With a time out.  Geez, it’s like nobody appreciates unsolicited help anymore.

I was back at camp wednesday for another full day, which was a nice break from all of the ‘rules’ that come with home based freedom.  I tried to tell Toby about it, but he’s at camp all the days and just doesn’t understand my struggles.  Plus, he’s like the worst listener ever and is always yapping about himself.  So rude, sometimes I just think we should see other pups and just be friends.

Thursday came and went with minimal drama which really helped me out, but I just couldn’t seem to make it the full cycle and on Friday morning I got my longest timeout in recent memory.

Listen, on the mornings I go to camp I like to get up a little early to do all of my business, and then I typically just play by myself until it’s time to go.  Yesterday I was right on track, until I found a delicacy on the coffee table.  My mom only uses one type of pen (pilot vball extra fine) and NEVER lets me play with them.  I’m not good at being told that I can’t have something, so when I saw it left unguarded something else took over my body and I grabbed it before anyone could see.  I took it right under the bed in my favorite secret hiding place, and I tore that thing up.  The problem, folks, is that it’s filled with juicy black goodness and our carpets are white.  I didn’t really plan this crime well.

I tried to hide the evidence, but I just got more ink all over my paws and everywhere I ran to hide I left a guilty path that led right to me.

uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i'm up for adoption.

uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i’m up for adoption.

The only upside is that I think it really put the whole ‘shoe lace’ ordeal in perspective.  I spent 45 minutes in my iron prison while my mess was cleaned up, and I honestly think I almost had my camp privileges taken away, but lets be honest, that wouldn’t wouldn’t have really solved anything.

It has just been a long week, so I’m pretty excited to lay low this weekend and try to get back on my best behavior.  I have a lot of backlogged reading to do on my iPad, and Tank and I are have plans for a weekend sleepover, just us two, to revamp our training schedule and get on track for 2013.  You know, once we’re done our recovery naps.  I’m not sure what he did all week, but he sure is sleepy too.

I don't even remember this picture being taken.

I don’t even remember this picture being taken.

I’ll be in touch with our developments – they should be good.  With Lance (Armstrong) falling from grace, and all of those two legged dopers out of the sport, I think I might have a real chance at winning the tour.

Stay cool my babies,

xxBug

Santa is coming. And Soon.

Dudes.

Santa’s coming! Seriously, we’re less than three days away from his arrival and I’m freaking out.  It’s my first Christmas and I am committed to staying up to see Santa and his reindeer.  I’m not sure what his plan is since I don’t have a chimney, but it’s freakin’ Santa so I’m sure he’ll figure it out.

I sleep in direct eyesight of the tree so it’s pretty much a sure thing.  I’m going to leave some of my cookies out – they’re pretty tasty if you ask me. I’ve been a little naughty this year so it’s gonna take some bells and whistles to rebound onto the nice list.

In the spirit of giving Tank and I have been collecting donations for local homeless shelters and other four legged friends.  We’ve been getting some sweet bed, blanket and food donations from our buddies at Pure Barre to support the food and blanket drive we’re having at camp.

these are some sweet colors!

these are some sweet colors!

Tank brought the first load over when he picked me up from camp yesterday.  He’s been really getting into the holiday spirit so he wore his full holiday uniform.

santa's little helper.

santa’s little helper.

Everyone loves it when Tank comes to get me so we got a few extra Christmas cookies before we went home.

christmas cookies!

I LOVE christmas cookies!

Tank was so excited he lost his hat for a minute, but I got it secured back on before we ventured out into the cold.  I also un-popped his collar because lets be real, it’s just not cute.

I’m off from camp until Monday and am going to be heading in to spread a little more cheer and drop off the last load of stuff right before Christmas.  I have a ton of things on my to-do list this weekend and am not sure how I’m going to get ready in time, but I’ve fueled up and am probably going to just pull an all-nighter.

Thankfully there are Christmas movies almost 24-7 on the movie channels so I’m going to just get in the zone.

Good luck with all of your holiday prep, and stay away from the malls.  They’re cray.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug