So since I don't work (outside of the home that is) anymore, I have decided to try to update this blog more. If anything I am goaling myself at doing something, at least 1 thing a day, that is "blog worthy". No, it's not going to be anything as significant as curing cancer, but something that helps me remember that each day I've done something worthwhile (in my opinion) that day.
When I was a social worker, helping clients identify things/tasks/activities that helped them feel significant and productive was important to their overall well-being and self worth. And since getting laid off I have taken this opportunity to read some articles on unemployment (tips and tricks and overall things to do with yourself) and one of the key take-aways has been to NOT get in a "poor me" rut. I gave myself some time (for me it was a day) to lay around and pity myself, but then I knew for my own mental health I needed to stop that. I know that I am very susceptible to negativity and overall feeling bad about myself which leads to a very depressing lifestyle. So I refuse to let myself even start down that path. So...
in addition to my sister coming over yesterday, something else that occurred was that both the puppies got loose yesterday. Not ok! They are (for the most part) responsive to coming when called, but that response rate significantly goes down when they are running free in neighbors' yards.
On top of that, in my panic I locked myself out of the house...wearing slippers and without my cell phone :( So there I was in slippery slippers chasing and hollering after the dogs like a crazy woman. Luckily (I guess) it was SUPER cold out so Stanley was pretty ok with coming to me because I'm sure he realized that I was his ticket back to the warmth. Hank however was beyond elated to be "free" and running wild. So, again in a panic state, I tried to remember what I'd learned from our dog trainer (who we're still going to about every other week and have been having great success with) about this type of situation. Some things I remembered were: don't chase a dog, dogs will be more apt to come to you if you sit down instead of hovering over them, and dogs love to chase so if you run away they are more likely to follow/chase you. So I decided to hold onto Stanley's collar and run/jog/slip everywhere back home while calling Hank and excitedly saying "come on buddy, let's go, let's go" and you know what?!? He followed us right back into the backyard!
So after I got the dogs back home, which I was happy hadn't taken too long, I remembered I was locked out and for the life of me couldn't remember the secret security code to our house grrrr. So (again in my slippery slippers that were now caked with snow and slush) I ran across the street to our favorite neighbor's house and luckily the husband was home from work and let me in to warm up and call Matt to get the code (which was not even close to what I was guessing and I had stopped guessing because I was afraid it would max out on number of attempts).
After getting in the house and getting my soaking wet slippers and socks off and putting on my knock-off Uggs, I went back outside and noticed that there was a set of footprints by the gate (and no they were not mine) leading up to the gate and then back to the road. So when I realized that someone had intentionally come on to our property, taken the clip off the gate latch, and opened our gate to let our dogs out...well color me PISSED OFF!
I called Matt back and told him what I discovered and he was pissed too. So after work he stopped and got some actual locks with keys to put on the gate latches. Yep, it's super annoying to have to use a key to get in and out of our backyard now, but I refuse to go through that situation again and end up with potentially worse results.
So like I said, I didn't cure cancer, but to me the puppy fiasco and baking with my sister was a pretty eventful day, here's to hoping for more "events".
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