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Posted on Sep 21, 2010 in Dear Diary, Pup Posts | 2 comments

Raising the Bar

Lately I feel like I’ve been really trying to raise the bar in various aspects of my life. That being said, however, I have been failing miserably in many of them daily. Please read on to see a few ways in which I am totally not really at all raising the bar… also I am having issues determining whether you raise the bar OF something, ON something, or IN something (or maybe for something?) So I’m just going to use all three.

On attractiveness:

Today, I woke up on the not-so-great side of the bed. My stomach was acting up last night before I fell asleep, and I felt groggy despite going to bed at like 10:30 (granted, when your alarm goes off at 5:30 AM, that’s still not that early.) So I fell back asleep, intending on only dozing a few minutes…and woke back up at 6:20. Commence Panic Mode. I scrambled to get the dogs fed and let outside to do their business while I hastily threw on the same pants I wore yesterday (black) and a dumpy long-sleeved shirt (brown.) So, clearly I’m raising the bar on fashion as a whole as well.

Didn’t even bother putting in my contacts, so you know it was going to be a bad day. I also had the pleasure of trying for like 5 straight minutes to put my hair “up” since I didn’t wash it and it is super greasy, obvi. Hair this short doesn’t go up easily, le sigh. I’m still not really feeling that great, to be honest. So, yeah, kind of a blegh day. At least Glee premieres tonight!!! Gonna have to force myself to go to Zumba instead of watching it right when it starts – thank the Lord Almighty for DVR!

Of food snobbery:

Went to dinner with Reema the other night, and we dined at Dogwood Tavern, a local Falls Church bar & grill-type place. I ordered the roast chicken with a vegetable kabob and baked sweet potato on the side. It was… ok. The chicken was pretty dry, and though I scraped the skin off anyway, it was cooked kind of funnily. Like, not crisp, not blackened, just… there.

The veggies and potato were good though. I forewent the cinnamon sugar butter stuff that came with it and went au natural with the sweet potato. I do feel like kind of a pretentious eater talking about a restaurant’s food as being bad though! I always considered myself kind of a foodie, but always in a very non-discriminatory way, haha. Guess the times really are a-changin’, huh?

In dog ownership:

Well this one really is legit. I’m enrolling Daxter in a doggy obedience class at Wylie Wagg through Unleashed Abilities. He’s really been having some behavioral issues (chewing, chewing, chewing! GRAH!!!) and still doesn’t really come when you call him. So since Harry is such a well mannered canine citizen (well, except when it comes to meeting other dogs on a walk…) and he went to obedience school, I figured I’d give it a try with Daxy-poo.

I think socializing him with other dogs besides Harry will be good for him as well. I snapped the picture above when I was rolling around on the floor with him to try to distract him from the fact that my brother, Ben, took Harry for a walk on his own. He was Whiney McWhinerson for like five minutes straight, and kept trying to run away from me. Talk about your separation anxiety — yeesh!

I don’ t think the issue will be his stupidity when it comes to school… it’s that he’s really a little too smart. Oh well, at least I can show everyone in my dog training class how I taught Daxter to high-five. I mean, that’s really the only thing he’ll ever need to know, right?


  1. Ha, he can high-five? That’s awesome.

  2. I think some days just are blah kind of days. Plus you can’t succeed at everything all at the same time, right? Give yourself some credit for already raising the bar way high on losing weight and getting fit!

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