I'm at the Mercy of Verizon

I haven't posted in a while. But that doesn't mean I haven't been doing anything. I'm trying to workout often, and I'm keeping a food journal again. It's the diet that always slays my progress. Keeping a journal of what I'm eating during the day helps me keep track of how much I've eaten. I know. That's kinda like, "Duh." But a lot of people don't keep a journal, and I think they might do a lot better if they did.

Home is much the same. I did get my fence fixed. Actually I had some new fencing put up because the old was so bad it couldn't be repaired. I keep looking out the window at my new fence because I can't believe it's fixed.

I bought some flowers to plant, but Caleb decided to destroy them. I could've killed him, but I didn't. He didn't know they weren't for him. Still, I can't believe the little shit did it.

Anything else? Easter came and went. Yes, the bunny came to visit the girls. I did go overboard with the candy. That's when I decided a food journal was my only hope.

I'm still without Internet at home. Still waiting for Verizon to show up and fix it. I could say more, but will hold my tongue for now. However, it is the top reason I haven't posted in a while. I can't post if I can't get on the Internet. (Do you have any idea how many times these bastards have wanted to email me with updates? How I'm I going to get them? Really?)

Ok. Ok. I'll have more later when I get my service back.

How much has Caleb grown?

Gotta Get Back to It

I'm still doing OK with the eating—but it's the exercise that I'm not getting. For one thing, I'm still sick and the thought of going to gym right now is more than I can bear. But I have to get back to it or I will undo all I've done. I haven't walked the boys in a while either. In fact Halloween was the last day I got any exercise. I got a lot of exercise that day, but I don't think it stores up.

Caleb is growing fast. I think he's going to be a big dog. He's rotten, too. But I love him.

I don't have a lot to talk about today. I need to rejoin life so I'll have something to say.

It's Too Late to Turn Back Now

As of tomorrow, I will be the proud adoptive parent of an adorable part husky puppy. His name will be Caleb. Chance is excited, although he's not really sure why. He's needed a baby brother for so long. I said I would never get another male dog--but never say never is how it goes.

I have needed something to look forward to for so long. And I need something to take care of. Chance is pretty independent. But he's so very lonely, and he has been for much of his life. I've always felt bad about that. He barks at other animals he sees, not because he's being aggressive but because he wants them to come play with him. I'm hoping that this will work out--and I think it will.

I'm excited. There's so much to do. I need to get Chance's puppy cage upstairs. I need to get Caleb a bed and some puppy stuff. I need to get a leash for him. Wow.

Another Dog? Should I?

Help me. I'm thinking of getting a puppy. He's adorable--part Husky with beautiful blue eyes. Chance needs company so bad. I always feel so sorry for him being an only child. But I have a lot of buts. . . .

I don't know if I can handle it. And what if they are up all night playing and I never get any sleep. The puppy is a barker and so is Chance. Am I just asking for trouble? Probably. Could I handle two dogs?

If I got him I would name him Caleb. It is theorized in the old Hebrew that Caleb means dog. I just learned that. So what do I do? Do I get another dog?