Kate... uncensored

Random - DC version

Just finished - The Average American Male - Chad Kultgen. Interesting book, but not as amusing as I would have hoped. However, it does leave me wondering if my line of thinking is more male than female at times. Should this concern me?

This hotel is not conducive to prowling. Nevermind the fact that the hotel is mostly full of people with disabilities (ducking from criticism now) there is no good place to lurk. The staff won't let a girl just hang out with a drink in the sports bar, and with three bars to pick from, my pools of candidates are too spread out. On the bright side, the possibilities for entertainment are endless. Just outside the lobby doors is a throng of people smoking and 2 drunk men in wheelchairs are showing off their "stunts". I think others are trying for a conference fuck as well.

Supposed to be meeting husband and his former colleagues for lunch in swanky DC executive lounge tomorrow. I don't like being introduced as his wife right now. I feel phony for acting like our life/marriage is fine for the sake of others, even though I'm accustomed to doing so. 

Got the chance to rip into someone today regarding taking the guide dog somewhere. It's nice to have someone acknowledge that their company was wrong and actually seem genuine about it.

Hotel TV choices suck - not even 20 channels. The price of the room is high enough to warrant a few more, but at least I can watch Oceans Thirteen and dream about a George Clooney, Brad Pitt et al. gangbang. Oops, did I type that?

Gotta answer the door - room service has arrived.

Weekend's over...

Busy week up ahead of me, getting everything in order for the family visiting this next weekend.  Anxious about it, to say the least.

Newsflash - apparently, I'm driving to Johnson City, TN, Tuesday to take the husband to a meeting. Can you just feel the enthusiasm? I'm not pleased, we're going to have to stay overnight because of the schedule, and I'm not in the mood for a mini-road trip. Plus, I've not had to take a long car ride without Canadian Crack* since I left Buffalo. I'm wondering what the hell is IN Johnson City, TN?

Today I ran a bunch of little errands. One of which - getting the dog washed. Almost killed the groomer. They asked me to hold the dog down on the floor as I arrived to pick him up so they could finish cleaning his paws/trimming his nails. Not to sound like a crank, but there I was, all dressed up and in white pants no less. Yes, I know, he's my dog. Well, my husband's. But, I paid you to do this, and crawling on the floor to assist you is not part of the price. (There was another person there she could have asked to help her)

Trying to finish up a few last projects before I go to bed. Ha, like I ever go to bed at a normal hour...

*Canadian Crack - term of endearment for Tim Hortons Double Double Coffee

A new worker

They're back from guide dog school. My fun time is over. Back to real life, real marriage. I've enjoyed my time off immensely, I could share, but I'm too cautious to. Maybe some other time. While I missed him, it was nice.

I'm not sure the dog likes me. I miss Roscoe terribly, and can't seem to call this one by his name, no matter what I do. He's really cute though, definitely still a puppy! Hopefully, he'll be good for the husband. 

Meet Theodore.

Fast approaching

The reality that he's leaving in a handful of weeks is hitting me. I'm sick over the fact that Roscoe has to retire. I will miss him so much, I can't imagine how things will be here without him. I don't think I can just love another dog like that. It's too bad guide dogs have to retire before they're really old, though I understand why.

I'm anxious and excited. He'll be gone and I can have free time. Work has been quiet, and the thought that my time could be COMPLETELY my own is so intoxicating. I want to sleep, eat, clean, masturbate, etc. whenever the hell I want. I want to stay up without worrying that he's wondering where I am. I want to go places without feeling badly that he's home alone sulking.

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Please say a prayer, or a wish, or whatever you do for him. He's enrolled in 24 credit hours this semester. He's finishing the NY state requirements for teaching and then in Jan/Feb he'll take the teacher exam. I understand that NY wants their teachers to be qualified, but it's a little ridiculous. The majority of teachers of the blind/visually impaired in the state don't know Braille, but my husband can't teach because he didn't take an art class? Anyway, hopefully this works, because we had to rethink the Portland school and he still has a job offer for when he's done.

In other news...
My sister bought a condo with her fiancee

My brother re-enrolled in college (yeah!)

My Aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer, but that's all I know so far. She has surgery later this month.

Roscoe is slowing down. We may have to retire him soon and the thought is breaking my heart. He is/was supposed to be my nursery dog, sleeping under the crib and checking on the baby. Wow, I can sure hang onto those delusions can't I? He is like our child, even more so that most people with dogs. He goes with us everywhere. While the husband has done this before (Roscoe is his 4th guide dog) I just don't feel prepared. If we lived somewhere with more room, we could try to keep him while getting a new dog, but I don't think it's possible.

I think that's it for now, I'm really tired, I didn't sleep well last night. I promise to write more soon.