There ain't no rest....for the First World.

1.  Last night was officially the worst night we had with waffles since the very first night we spent with her.  Not only is she still shooting projectiles from both ends, but then she broke out in hives last night.  The minute the vet's office closed for the night.  So, not only did she spend the whole night in our bed scratching (And wiggling around to scratch areas she couldn't reach) But then she woke us up at 4am.  And 6am.  Because she had to go outside.  

It may seem that i am constantly blogging about waffles being sick, and it's because she CONSTANTLY IS!

First World Problems.

2. Obviously, Matt took her to the vet first thing this AM.  It turns out she has doggie IBS.  We have to supplement her diet with probiotics, but its just gonna flare up from time to time, and we just have to deal with it.  For the record, I have been cooking her (and hand feeding her!) Shrimp and chicken (vet recommended) just to get her to eat something.  And now we are getting her these probiotic supplements and vitamins.  So the dog was hand fed organic chicken for dinner last night.  Guess who had wine and tortilla chips?

First World Problems.

3.  Unless you are living under a rock, you have heard about the Lance Armstrong debacle.  I don't know why, but i am super pissed off.  I'm not a cyclist.  I don't even own a bicycle!  Actually, it's questionable whether or not i can even ride a bike.  But i am seriously angry at Lance Armstrong.  I really wanted to believe that he beat cancer and won a bunch of tour de frances.  Using only what your maker gave ya.  It gave me hope that maybe one day i could suck significantly less without doing horrible illegal things to get there.  You are a dream crusher!!!!!!!  I never owned a livestrong bracelet on account of my dainty wrists, and man, am i glad now.

For you rock dwellers: SHAME-CENTRAL
First World Problems.

4. I was on a mission to cross county lines for cheaper gas because i am such a cheap skate.  (It's only a half-mile drive)  But in doing so, i had to take a different exit to get on the highway to go home.  I don't know what's wrong with my brain, but i turned onto the exit ramp, and then spotted a Don not enter sign and freaked the heck out.  I stopped my car and tried to figure out how to turn around, only someone had followed me, and then someone had followed him.  Then everyone started honking at me.

Then i realized i was going the right way the whole time, and had been sitting there for 5 minutes like an asshole because i was looking at the sign for the other exit ramp.  And everyone thought i was a moron.  

I'm sorry, but that sign is WAY too close to the correct exit.  Who does that??  This is not my fault.  Not even a little.  Also this is why i need a chauffer. 

First World Problems.

5.  I went to Jimmy Johns for lunch, and accused the guy of giving me the wrong sandwich because it was seriously done before i even walked down to the pick up counter from the register.  I'm sorry, but how does a sandwich make itself and then beat me in a footrace?  No. Way.  

Turns out it was my sandwich, and i walk really slow, and am kind of a jerk to people sometimes without even realizing it.  

I got the last laugh though, because i ate that unrealistically speedy sandwich!!

First World Problems.  

Unfortunately, if i let myself do problems 6-10, they will all be used as part of a political rant.  And i promised myself i wouldn't go there on the blog.  Because it's not that kind of blog.  And what do i know anyway?  I grew up in a single parent home - which apparently means I am one step away from lashing out with a semi-automatic.  I had some real political zingers, i swear.  I'm a riot.

Also, WTF - I have another marathon in 11 days??  Who the hell keeps letting me sign up for marathons???

(In other news, i may have decided on what my spring marathon will be...stay tuned!)

FIRST WORLD PROBLEMSSSS!!