Billie & Me

I am thinking I need to start documenting my life with Billie Jean. After reading Marley and Me, I am thinking that my dog is just as awful. She's so cute and cuddly and everyone loves her but she has one problem. One big problem: she eats EVERYTHING.

Here is a fun list of the items the dog has destroyed or chewed:

1. three bras (Victoria's secret at $40+ a pop)
2. All of her toys
3. Brett's winter boots
4. My winter clogs
5. Brett's running shoes
6. Three pairs of flip flops
7. My favorite pair of strappy black heels
8. the arm of my moms small couch
9. my couch in the office - all cushions
10. numerous buttons on pants and shirts
11. the corner of the bookshelf
12. a small area of the windowsill in the office
13. a small corner of the wall
14. 3+ small rugs including one that Brett brought back from Bahrain
15. the entire box spring covering
16. the corners of the entire bedroom 8x10 rug
17. several laundry baskets
18. every single corner of our coffee table including all legs and the table top - its not square anymore
19. all of my throw pillows
20. the buttons off my duvet cover
21. my cell phone (it was just chewed so I walk around every day with teeth marks in my cell phone)
22. one of her harnesses (now she has a collar)
23. Danielle's headphones
24. more pens than I can count - once she was blue for about a week from a pen

and the kickers this past week were the destruction of two items from our friends that were staying with us.

Billie was left alone for an hour while Casey, Christie and Brett ran a couple of miles around town. They came back to see Billie eating Casey's wallet. She ate a 2 inch hole in his leather wallet and a corner off of his drivers license. As if it doesnt get worse than that Billie was left for 10 minutes the other day and destroyed Christie's running shoes. The wallet made us laugh but the running shoes made us buy some lobster dinners for our guests.

Its to the point that Brett and I need to get serious about this problem. My dog is out of control with the chewing and its impacting our lives. Brett just thinks she is hysterical and does not discipline the dog at all. We need to have Cesar come by and tell Brett that he is the problem and to train the dog! I cant do it all on my own - I reprimand her and he laughs. I cage her for being bad and he mocks me and then takes her out. She's so funny and very cute but the chewing is getting to the point of no return. She is a year and a half old - teenage years. She is going to get into shape or she's being caged every single time we leave the house.

What do you guys think? What can we do? Any trainers you can suggest?

p.s. I am SURE there are more items she has chewed so this list will continue to be added to

Its Personal

On Monday night I went to a class. I came home to take the dog out and fed her and we played. I left for one hour. I came home to find the dog had opened my drawer (which was left open a crack) and stuffed her nose in there and picked out not one, not two but THREE of my bras. She then carried them to separate rooms and licked them. I came home to three wet bras all over the house as a little dog wiggled and showed me her belly saying "don't kill me mama!"

She sought out MY stuff and then made sure I knew she could have eaten them just as a warning. "Don't leave again bitch or these bras might be gonners!"

She Swims!

Take a look at the cutest video ever!



Bulldogs do not typically swim because they are heavier and have short legs and short noses. You can tell she isnt exactly enjoying it but we did!

I just love love love hanging out with my dog. She makes me so happy. She is so cuddly and wonderful and just loves her mama. I'm at home today - enjoying time with my puppy.

Let me clarify

In my post here I said that I was depressed living in Ohio. I wanted to clarify to everyone the reasons why it was really bad. It was my job. This is no secret. My office offered me the same position to work from home as a contract employee while I was gone for 7 months. No one had ever done this before so the resources weren't there. The communication wasn't there. My support was non-existent. It was awful. I worked 7 days a week and sometimes until 2 or 3am. My office phone was on the same line as my home phone. If I didn't listen to the ringer type I could be picking up the phone at 11pm from my clients. I could also hear my clients in Europe calling me at 5am non stop so I'd just wake up and talk to them so I didn't have to call back later. It was the perfect storm.

Even a year later when speaking with my current bosses I just don't think anyone had any idea how bad it was. It was easy to forget about me. Obviously if I'm still writing about it a year later I am still a little bitter. Its a fresh wound since I just had my review. It just wont die. I am still being judged for that year I spent in Ohio and my emotions when I returned.

The city of Cleveland and the state of Ohio is not to blame. I loved my apartment and I loved my new family that we met out there. I loved spending thanksgiving and Christmas with them. I loved being around my little cousins. I could have had a little more action though. Some fun nights at the bar or some good friends to have dinner with. Mostly I stayed at home and cooked and watched TV. Ohio didn't really have the options I needed for nightlife. I don't drive and drink so since Ohio meant driving everywhere... that meant I didn't drink. I ended up preferring to split a bottle of Two Buck Chuck at home with Brett than at a bar.

Soo... end of the story goes. I never felt like I didn't get the support I needed from my friends or family. I was saved by Sara on a regular basis on my trips to Chicago. I spoke often with my mom and family back in Boston. I also spent a lot of time with Mom2Amara although I should have just camped out at their house. That would have made things much better. Or daycare at Jaci's place for Amara! I also think a dog would have been better. Billie Jean would have been the most wonderful thing while I was in Ohio. I just didn't know that we could handle it when Brett was in OCS - that part was right. It wasn't the right time for a dog.

That's it. Thank you all. I love you all. You supported me when I didnt have support. Now that I need it again you all are here for me now. You have no idea how much that means to me. Love you!

He Saves Lives n Shit

So a couple of years ago I was living with Brett in a tiny apartment. It was the summer and he was at work and I blew a fuse while trying to blow dry my hair and use the AC at the same time. I had NO CLUE where the fuse box was and had to call Brett at work. I knew he did Search and Rescue (SAR) for the Coast Guard but I hadn't yet heard of anything he worked on. I called and called and finally he picked up. I told him the situation and he told me where the fuse box was. Then he told me when the lights come back on to switch on the TV. He then hung up. I turned on the TV to see a huge SAR case that Brett was working. There were casualties and it was big. I felt very very little. Since then I have learned my lesson. My husband saves lives. He makes management calls with people's lives at stake. I buy media.

Brett now does enforcement and response for the GC. Here are some pretty cool pictures of a vertical delivery they did from a Helo to an international shipping carrier. Pretty cool huh?

Its the Boston Police

On Sunday my door bell rang around 10pm. The Boston Police were waiting outside for me to check out my car. Apparently there was a bunch of kids in it a couple minutes before the Police were called.

Apparently my car was unlocked (Damn key chain clicker!) and some kids (they were probably only like 8 years old!) decided to open it up and take a look. I'm not sure if they were just looking for stuff to steal or if they wanted to actually steal the car.

Thankfully I had nothing in my car for them to take. Some 8 year old might have given his girlfriend my old sunglasses - not sure where those things are!

THEN today I walk over to my car and there was a note on it. Someone HIT my car. All in one week - almost stolen and hit! I couldn't tell if there was any damage - pretty sure this isn't the first time my car has been hit in the city. Just a couple more bumps and scratches. If I drive it this weekend and the bumper falls off I'll be giving "Allison" a call.

So with all this bad stuff that's been happening lately something good had to happen. I got some news today that brightened things up so hopefully things will turn around for me. We also have friends from CA coming to visit soon so that's always fun. I'm also back on WW and I lost a pound last week. I still have like 20 more to go but whatever... at least I'm back on the diet. Oh and I still hate my new haircut. HATE it.

dreaming of spicy tuna

So last night and the night before I caught myself dreaming of spicy tuna hand rolls. Is there a sushi addicts group I should join? I have problems.

Perhaps its the diet. Sushi is the only thing I feel (and by the way - not accurate) that I can eat like a wild woman. Ive had 2 meals of sushi in 2 days and I want more. Damn you weight watchers! Damn you love roll below my belly button! Damn you thunder thighs! I want my spicy tuna hand rolls and I'm going to EAT them!

I relate my retardedness to dogs. You put a dog on a diet and it wants to like the paper bag that the food came in. That's me. I'm ready to buy that shit that you spray on veggies to make it taste like chocolate! This is what I get for being in a funk. Depression = food addiction.

lost that lovin' feeling

Something has gotten me down recently. I can pin point the exact moment that my balloon popped but its been getting bigger and bigger lately so it was bound to happen. I'm in a rut. At home, at work, in life. I never thought I could be depressed but then it happened to be in December of 2006. I was in Ohio and so lonely and alone and work was awful. I cried for days and weeks. I ruined Christmas by crying non stop. It didnt help thinking about the fact that I was going to not see my husband for 4 months. It was pretty much just awful.

I don't feel like that but is still not fun. My haircut is making it worse. The more people tell me they like it the more i feel like shit. I despise my hair. I wake up and don't FEEL like myself and then I look in the mirror and I don't LOOK like myself and I'm like that for the rest of the day.

Someone help. What can I do to get out of this rut? I need a hobby or something...

Its Hot

In Boston we dont have spring. It goes from Winter to Summer sometime in late May or June. Billie Jean likes the summer because she goes outside more often but she also gets HOT! Here is a pic of Billie in front of the AC in our living room.




This is where she sits all day when its hot. Isnt she so cute???



I also got a new haircut. Its short.

throwin' F Bombs

So as I blogged about yesterday I am having a bad week. I was frauded by someone I thought I could trust. Today I saw that person and FLIPPED OUT. I'm not really one to handle a bad situation without throwing some F-bombs. I was speaking to the person and he was not giving me the info I needed and was not budging on our requests of him. So I lost it at the very end. I said some shit and ran upstairs.

I called my parents. I told them I didn't feel comfortable being home alone with this person just downstairs. My dad came to save the day and be my enforcer if needed. He might be a 58 year old man with a new beer gut but a couple of years ago he was one crazy Vietnam vet. I felt safe. My dad has protected me in the past but this felt different. I had to smile after he left and when he called I was on the other line. I didn't pick up right away so when I called him back he was worried. He said he was glad he didn't have to drive back to the city. I just smiled. I have a great relationship with my father and he would do anything for me but this time - this time I wasn't the one overreacting and being silly. This time I was right and my dad agreed and was there to protect me.

I don't know how it happened but I have some wonderful men in my life.