Introducing…

I don’t want to overwhelm you guys with the cuteness that is my furry family, so we will introduce my furry babies slowly.  We will start with Olivia, our first pet together.

Olivia

Olivia 2

Now, Will and I got Olivia right after our first small vacation together as a couple.  We had been dating for about 6 months and his company at the time had wanted him to come down to West Palm Beach for about a week.  This just happened to coincide with his birthday (May 19th) and we decided that I would fly down for a long weekend “vacation”.  

Anyhow, after we got back home, we decided to adopt an animal together.  We weren’t living together yet, but we figured that the animal would live with him because my landlord at the time didn’t allow any animals. 

After much debate as to whether we would get a cat (my vote) or a dog (Will’s vote), we went looking to adopt.  We saw the Heartland Humane Society adopting out dogs at the local Starbucks, so we stopped by and fell in love with a beautiful Siberian Husky.  He had one blue eye and one brown eye and A LOT of energy.  We filled out an application for adoption, and went on our merry way.  (btw, those bitches never even called us) We went down to the local PetSmart and outside there was a lady giving away free kittens.  We saw this beautiful blonde kitten that was staying away from all the other kittens and panting.  She was so beautiful.  Will still had his heart set on a dog, so we decided that we would go inside, look around, and if we didn’t find anything that struck our hearts, and if she was still there, we would come back out and adopt her.  Of course you know the end of the story, because Princess Olivia is ours. 

She is still not a social cat.  It takes her FOREVER to get used to new animals, and we’ve had 4 others come in after her.  She is such a daddy’s girl that it isn’t even funny.  Will worked from home when we first got her and she used to sit with him all day long sleeping in his lap or on the desk while he worked.  She can be incredibly sweet when she wants to be, but she is also such a bitch. ( ‘just like her mom’ Will would say)  But she’s our first, and she’s beautiful!

We had just her until we moved in together in July of that year, so only a couple of months.  Then, we got Mia!
 
Mia 1

Mia 2

Mia we got from our local pound.  Because we got the cat first, I promised Will that when we moved in together, we could get a dog.  And we did.  Within a week of moving into our new apartment.  We went to the local pound and looked around and she was the only one who caught our attention.  She was very quiet and shy.  She would wag her tail when I would look at her, and then back up to the back of her kennel when I got too close.  We wanted to adopt her that day, but we couldn’t.  She was picked up as a stray and the law requires that she be held at the pound for 7 days in case someone comes looking for her.  That was on a Saturday, and she wasn’t available for adoption until Monday.  So, Monday morning, bright and early, we went back to the pound to adopt her.  Of course, we got there and someone else was holding her.  Will didn’t want to say anything, he was just hoping they would put her back, but of course, I couldn’t do that.  I went right up to the girl who was holding my dog and told her the whole story and she gave her to us!! So we went home with Mia that day and needless to say, Olivia was pissed. 

We really think that she was abused before we got her (she was about 4 weeks old) because she was scared all the time and would never bark, just hide.  We came home one afternoon from going out to lunch or something and Olivia was on our kitchen table and Will hissed at her really loudly and it made the dog yelp and hide.  But of course, she isn’t like that anymore.  She is the most social dog ever.  And sweet.  And also a daddy’s girl because of course Will was still working from home when we got her and spent the most time with her. 

Then came the day that we took Olivia to get spayed. Sometime in mid September.  Very close to my birthday (the 22nd).  In the lobby were the cutest kittens you’ve ever seen.  I sent Will a picture of them with my phone telling him that I had adopted them. (of course I hadn’t, but I wanted to) We argued about these kittens for an entire day.  I wanted BOTH of them because what a terrible person I would be to split them up.  He kept saying no, no, no.  Finally I gave up, I had tried EVERYTHING.  I even bribed him saying that he could name them BOTH and still NO.

Eventually, he came out to the living room where I was definately NOT pouting and said that we could get them for my birthday.  YAY! So we raced over to the vets office and they were still there.  And silly us, we adopted both:

Sammy and Frankie

Frankie 1

Sammy 1

So, we get them home and Olivia has to stay at the vets office for a couple of days because she got spayed and front de-clawed. (before you start lecturing me on this, understand that she is a completely indoor cat.  Plus, we had just bought brand new furniture and it was either de-claw or death for her, so I think we choose appropriately.) When she came home, she was already pissed off about the surgeries and now there were two little MONSTERS in her house?!? How dare we!!!! I swear she hissed at them for atleast a month.  She never really got used to Frankie, but I think she could tell something was wrong with him because before he was even six months old, he got really sick and the vets office could never find out what was wrong with him. (they thought he had toxoplasmosis, which is fatal in cats, but it was never confirmed.) Sadly, I had to make the heartbreaking decision to have him put to sleep because he kept having seizures, he was going blind, and all he did was walk around in circles, he was losing weight and kept peeing on the floors because he couldn’t find the litter box anymore. Afterward, we buried him in Will’s parents backyard.

 Frankie 2

Frankie 3

 

So, that left us with Sammy:
Sammy 2

Sammy 3

Sammy is your typical TomCat. We waited a little longer to get him neutered so that he would get really big because Olivia is so tiny. We just didn’t know HOW big he would get. He is such a little fatty. He seriously weighs abot 15 pounds. Seriously. I know.
Before he was neutered, he was such an instigator. He would chase Olivia around and play with everything and do these crazy acrobatic flips around trying to catch toys, but afterward, he just lays around. And eats. And sleeps. But I love him. He’s a momma’s boy. He likes to curl up in my lap and is one of the few cats I know that actually comes when you call him and understands when the word “cookie” means. Fatty, I know.

So this was it for about 4 months or so when Will started this new job and was going to be away from home a lot. I figured that since the cats had each other and Mia was going to miss Will so much, she needed a companion. So Will and I went out on the hunt for another dog. We ended up in the pound a county over and found Guinness. I fell in love. They told us he was a rottie and I wanted one SO BADLY. But of course, he was found as a stray and yada yada yada. Same story again here, except that I didn’t steal him out of someone’s arms when I went back to get him.
I took him back to work with me and my Mom and I bathed him and pulled ATLEAST 20 or so ticks off of him. This is the picture I took of him the first day after his first bath:
Guinness 1

He totally looks like a rottie puppy, but that isn’t what he ended up being. Turns out, he’s ALMOST a full bred Bernese Mountain Dog. And he now weighs about 95 pounds!!

Guinness 2

Guinness 3

Will was gone all during the week and only home on the weekends when I got Guinness, so he’s definately MY dog. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his daddy, but if mommy calls, that’s where he is. He’s the sweetest, clumsiest, and sensitive dog I’ve ever seen. He loves to jump up in your lap like he is 10 pounds.

And of course, the most important part of my family is Will:

Will 1

Will 2

I’m sure he’s going to HATE that I put these up here, but he’s going to have to get over it! I mean seriously, look how freakin’ hot he is!! Those blue eyes are amazing!! (I love you, baby!)

I’ll eventually get around to putting up some pictures of me, but not today. You’ve had enough cuteness, seeing my sweet face would send you into a diabetic coma!!
 

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I am an offical Floridian

I got my official Florida drivers license yesterday! I’m official.  Yay!

I also picked up my Repliva, so maybe I can stop feeling so tired ALL THE TIME.  (for those of you who don’t know me personally, I am living with Crohn’s Disease.)  I take the Repliva as an iron supplement every day because my body doesn’t absorb nutrients the way it’s supposed to and if I don’t take it, my energy level drops unbelievably low.

So, here’s to my holiday weekend getting better, even though I’m working at LB and Will is working SB and going to a concert with A&J and that will be yet ANOTHER evening we won’t get to spend together. (I’m not bitter, I swear)

OH – before I forget to mention it, Will got a new job!!! That means that he can quit his shitty job that screwed us out of so much money with his bi-polar ( C U Next Tuesday) of a boss.  I am so freakin’ excited! He’s putting in his notice today and he will start his new job on the 9th.  Wish us luck!

Update:  On Friday afternoon when Will went to put in his two weeks notice, his boss fired him and another recruiter, leaving only one dumbass recruiter who happens to be best friends with the boss’s son and his roommate.  Hmmm, wonder why he got to keep his job?  Anyhow, Will starts his new job a week earlier.  Let’s just hope that they don’t give him any trouble about his last paycheck. 

Happy Birthday to The Love of My Life!

Dear Will,

You are absolutely the best thing that has ever happened to my life.  I wouldn’t, no I couldn’t be half the woman I am without your love and support.  You have changed my life in so many ways, I couldn’t possibly list them all here.  I just want to tell you how much I love you and I seriously cannot wait to be Mrs. William O’Connor.  Since it’s hard for me to put into words how much I love you, I have made a mixtape for you so you can listen to it at work, at home, where ever you get internet and think of how much I love you!

Happy Birthday, baby!  I love you!

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Why my spotbot was worth every penny:

This weekend was very hectic for us.  We were both working lunchtime shifts and barely got to sleep in at all.  Not to mention that our house looked like a category 4 hurricane blew through it.  Saturday, Guinness decided that there was simply not enough stress, mess, and sleeplessness going on, and he woke us up around 5:30 am to doggy diarrhea all over our very cream colored carpet.  **THIS NEXT PART IS NOT FOR THE SQUEMISH** 

Now that we’ve gotten rid of the faint of heart, I’ll tell you that what woke me up was the actual SMELL of dog shit in our bedroom.  Seriously, a smell woke me up.  Anyhow, we weren’t sure which dog it was b/c they both looked incredibly guilty, but we cleaned it up and ran the Spot Bot over it. ( Just a sidebar, the spot bot has got to be one of the best inventions EVER.  I liked it so much and raved about it so much, that my previous boss bought one, my Mom bought one, my Uncle bought one for his wife AND one for his daughter, and my mom went back and bought one for my brother and his fiancee as their house warming present.)

While I am upstairs cleaning up dog poo, Will walks both dogs.  Guinness gets down ONE flight of stairs (we have TWO) and poops AGAIN!!! So, Will gets mad, we change responsibilities, I take out the dogs while he cleans up the poo.  We spray what feels like an entire bottle of Febreeze, and go back to sleep.  For the next few hours, I keep waking up thinking that I smell poop again (I didn’t, it was psychosomatic) and was thrilled to wake up at 8:30 to the smell of Guinness pooping again. Only this time, there is also a huge cold pile of doggie vomit on the floor.  So, again we drag out the Miracle Machine, spray Febreeze, and walk Guinness only to lay down and start to drift off to sleep just in time for the alarm to go off @ 9:30.  We get up, shower, get ready for work and start downstairs to walk the dogs one last time when….you guessed it! Guinness poops AGAIN on the floor.  We clean up one last time and barricade the two dogs in a bathroom with a tile floor with 2 baby gates so they can’t jump over and go to work. 

So, it goes without saying that this was definately one of the shittiest weekends ever. Period.

 

These are a few of my favorite things

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Oooh, I’m dangerous, baby!

I don’t consider myself a culinary expert or anything, but sometimes I like to try to cook new things.  This week has been all about learning to make sauces and I started with something very simple: an orange juice reduction sauce that I put onto pork chops.  (I’ll post the ingredients at the end of my post if you’re interested and want to try to make it yourself.) Anyhow, last night I made the orange juice pork chops and succotash.  It turned out to be very delish. Tonight, however, I decided to cook tilapia, ginger-citrus snap peas, and roasted red potatoes.  This dinner turned out even better than I had anticipated.  I cooked the tilapia in a garlic, rosemary and olive oil rub and put it into the oven.  I boiled the sweet snap peas in a mixture of orange juice, crushed red pepper, minced ginger, and soy sauce.  I mixed all those ingredients and just boiled the snap peas in that instead of water.  I was a little worried, but they turned out FANTASTIC!  I just coated the red potatoes in salt, pepper, and olive oil and baked them in the oven.  The entire dinner was so yummy.  Anyhow, Will came home for about 45 minutes between jobs so we had dinner together, and the following conversation took place:

Will:  mmmm, this is really good, baby.

Me: Yeah, I figure you keep me around for at least two things.

Will: I guess we can upgrade your status to include kitchen ninja.

So, while I am no “Iron Chef” I do get to be the kitchen ninja too (proud smile) and that makes me pretty darn happy.

 

Pork Chop recipe:

1 lb thin cut lean pork chops – coat with course salt and fresh ground pepper on both sides and sear in a hot pan with 2 tbsp of hot olive oil. Set aside.

Mix 1 1/2 cups orange juice (freshly squeezed if you want, but I used Simply Orange no pulp) with 1 tbsp brown sugar, 2 tbsp balsamic vinegar, orange zest and crushed red pepper flakes to taste.  Place this mixture into your hot pan with your pork chop “leave ins” and reduce.  When some of the liquid starts to boil away, add your pork chops back in and cook until the sauce is more of a glaze.  Enjoy!!

If you try this, let me know if you like it and how it worked out….this was the first time I had cooked it and I found it to be absolutely delish.  I do think that next time I will use more red pepper, though, it was  a little sweet. 

 

Ninja

Okay, we have this computer company coming out to work today to fix some problems with our computers called Level 4 Computer Ninja. Last night, I was telling Will about this.  The following is the conversation that we had and why I love our relationship so much:

Me:  Yeah, the computer Ninja is coming out tomorrow so I will finally have some sound on my computer.

Will:  (while giving me a look like I am a nutball) That’s Nice.

Me:  I want to be a Ninja.  Do you think I could maybe be the office Ninja.

Will: No. (still more Nutball looks)

Me:  (thinking intently) Well, what about the bedroom Ninja?

Will: (with the most devious smile I’ve ever seen the man wear) absolutely.

So, while I cannot be an office Ninja, I am apparantly a freaky bedroom ninja and being a bedroom ninja is serious business….I should know.

Some things never change

It seems that for the past several years, when Will’s birthday rolls around, we never seem to have the money to do what he wants.  First year of our relationship, his birthday came and I had just had my surgery in October, so we were suffering the ramifications of all those bills.  Second year of our relationship, he had lost his job in December and we were catching up on all the bills we had fallen behind on come May.  This year, you guessed it, we freakin’ moved, got screwed out of about $4,000.00 (see first post) and are now working two jobs each to get caught up.  I feel really terrible about this because I really want to be able to do some awesome stuff for his birthday (which I won’t list here because he’ll probably read this) but we simply do not have the extra income to do it right now. Plus, we seem to be cursed with this terrible sense of responsibility that makes it impossible for us to spend money frivolously when we know we have bills to pay. Crazy, right? So, it just seems to me that when Will’s birthday rolls around this year, it will be the same thing as every other year….sorry babe.  I promise that we will make your next birthday awesome! (or at least one of them before you turn 30!!)

A new day, a new blog.

I was very unhappy with my blog on blogspot.com, it was  incredibly confusing and it kept deleting my posts, so I have officially abandoned it and moved to what I hope is a better location.  It will take me a while to navigate and learn to use this site, so until I do, I will be using the generic background and such.  Well, for anyone interested, let me tell you a little bit about me and why I am starting this blog. 

My name is Denae (de-nay) and I am 27 years old.  I grew up in a very small, very southern town and never really traveled anywhere (my first trip on an airplane was to the Bahamas when I was 25). My fiancee (Will) and I just moved to The Sunshine State with our four furry companions and truthfully, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.  Sure, I miss my family, but it’s really hard to be sad when there is all this sunshine around. Also, I use the term “fiancee” loosely because Will and I are not officially engaged.  We have a ring that was his Mom’s engagement ring, but it is broken and we have to get it repaired, and since we don’t have a functional ring, we don’t have an official proposal, but we’re working on it.

I am currently working as an office manager for a very busy Physical Therapy office in Florida during the day and part-time nights and weekends, I am working at the LB (Lane Bryant).  Will does RN recruiting full-time and works at SB (Star Bucks) at night until we can get caught up on all of our moving expenses.  Will’s full-time recruiting job are the ones who asked us to relocate.  We agreed but with stipulations: they had to pay all of the moving expenses and our “break the lease” fee since they wanted us here FOUR months before our lease back home was up.  They agreed, but we couldn’t ever get them to put it down in writing.* This was to become mistake number one. They told us instead, to keep receipts and to turn in an expense report when all was said and done and they would reimburse us all at once.  So, we agreed to move and started putting a plan into action.  We found a place to live that cost us $600.00 more per monththen our place in Georgia, but the lucky thing about it was that we got the first two months free, so SCORE!, right?  We turned in our notice of intent to break the lease and paid our $800.00 and signed our new lease in FL and paid our $1,200.00 to the new complex for a townhouse all with our own money. Then we rented a U-Haul trailer, borrowed my uncle’s truck (gas) and had my cousin drive it down for us.   This was in February.  We moved that last weekend of Feb./March 1st.  Two weeks later, we still hadn’t received any reimbursement for the money we had shelled out (security deposit, pet fee, u-haul rental, break the lease fee, gas/mileage, etc.) and Will finally asked about it and his boss actually said to him “I talked it over with my accountant and we aren’t liable for any of those charges and we didn’t sign an agreement, so we won’t be paying that” I seriously wanted to EFFIN SCREAM.  But what can you do?  We had already moved, we didn’t have a written contract, and only a verbal “turn in your expenses” and no “we’ll pay for everything” verbal agreement, so for lack of a better phrase, we were f**ked.  We were out more than $2,000.00 and I still didn’t have a job.  So, now that you know the sordid financial details that leave us working two jobs each, you’ll understand why we have no repaired ring, no proposal, and almost no time to see each other.  I decided to start this blog because I don’t have Will to complain and share my day with all the time anymore, so now it will be you….don’t you feel lucky? This blog will just be about me, my life, things I’m interested in.  I plan to hold nothing back, to name names, and hopefully not offend anyone.  I am taking my cues from such great blogs as www.dooce.com and www.proseandconverse.wordpress.com both are blogs that I check obsessively and although I don’t have kids to blog about, I do have Will, my new adventures in FL, and my four furry companions I have at home.  So, I hope you enjoy reading about my life!