I'm expanding my cooking and thought I'd buy a small roast this weekend at the grocery store for Sunday and Monday supper. I'd cut the roast in half and freeze it if need be if the roast was too big for one week. So Sunday after church I rush around to get the roast going before the race started - Talladega baby - three and four wide racing, don't want to miss a second. I put the roast in for an hour and a half and then would check it. An hour into the roasting I thought, "crap I didn't cover the roast when I put it in the oven like I normally do, oh well, too late now...................." And proceeded to fall asleep during some of the race like I do most Sundays. I am my father's child - Dad would fall asleep watching football games on Sunday afternoons when we lived in Urbandale. But somehow I always wake up with 20-30 laps to go to see who wins the race. Anyway....................the roast looked slightly done but I thought I'd try eating it that night and it was pretty good.
Monday I headed to that employment agency to meet with that recruiter I had some issues with to talk about a possible position - still waiting to hear back from that recruiter about that position..................... My appointment was for 9:00 a.m. and that recruiter walked into the building at 9:00 a.m...................... right past me and said it would be a few minutes before he/she could meet. Not the best start to our working relationship.
Over the weekend I was thinking about how Butler has issues with his two back legs - duh how many back legs should a dog have McFall? Anyway I thought maybe if I bought him some doggie shoes that might help him get traction on the downstairs floors while I'm gone. Traci - stop laughing :) There are times I come home that for whatever reason he's down on the floor whining when I get home - and it breaks my heart to wonder how long he had been like that. So I stop by Petco and of course they don't have one type of dog shoes but two - yippee. I finally go to the checkout counter and talk to the cashier and we determine which style we think would be best to try - again keeping my receipt if things don't work out and I need to return the shoes.
I get home and put the shoes on Butler's back feet and decide to let him try them out. I figure he's going to be like most dogs or cats that have something on their feet and either walk really funny or try to fling the shoes off his feet. Nope - he's walking around like he's had shoes on his whole life. So I decide (the Einstein that I am) that I'll let him wear them for a while to get used to them, but we'll go upstairs (on the carpeting). Just getting up the stairs was major because the little velcro piece on the back of the shoes would get "caught" on the carpeting on some of the stairs and poor Butler couldn't raise his foot. The bad mommy that I am just started laughing at him (quietly - but it was pretty funny). Once we got upstairs the "bad shoes" came off.
I put his shoes on him this morning before leaving for yet again another Job Fair - but this one was not a reentry job fair that I had to note my Parole Officer's name - it was a "normal" job fair. I got a couple of good leads at the job fair and I think Butler did fine with his shoes.
I don't know what the weather is like where you live but I'm ready to buy lumber to build an ark for Butler and me. It has got to stop raining one of these days and my lawn dry out enough so I can finally mow it.
