Lincoln stinks

It started out innocent enough.

My bff texted me. She wanted to know when Central school closed down.

I went there in 1993, before I switched to the Catholic school.

I wasn't completely sure, so I did what I usually do when I don't know something.

I called my Mom.

We figured out that the school that replaced Lincoln opened in 1995. So, Lincoln closing in May of 1995 was a pretty good guess.

I relayed that message to bff.

I'm kind of anal about knowing the answers to questions. While I can't pretend to know everything, I do know how to ask people questions and find the answers to them.

I made a career out of doing that. Usually, I could get on their nerves until they answered the question. (Yeah FOIA requests!)

But I also need to double check everything. Again, it's in my genes.

My Mom's answer, while it was a good guess, was just a guess. To verify that, I emailed the school district's PIO, who proabably has better things to do.

(PIO = Public information officer, for those that don't speak journalism.)

She emailed me back right away. Lincoln closed in May of 1995.

I'm proud of myself for fact checking that. (I also really like being right.)

But the conversation didn't end there. There's a song that we used to sing as kids: Sacred Heart let a fart and that's why Lincoln stinks.

I'll let you read the following conversation.

For clarification purposes: I went to both schools.

Also, I did not email the PIO about the song. If I don't get an answer, I might.

I have this little personality flaw that makes me unable to let things go. If I don't know something, I have to find the answer.

I can't even begin to describe how much it bugs me when there's a question in my life that I'll never have the answer to.

It drives me crazy.

Ooh snap!

Ha, ha. We're 31 years old, have a few degrees between us, live on opposite sides of the state, and we're having a conversation about something that happened when we were 10.

Schools close, jobs change and boyfriends fade away.

Those friends that you've had for 21 years? They're forever.

I love these people.

FYI, don't Google the song. It doesn't help.

We knew that already.

Random thoughts I've been having over the past few days, part 1.

Always going to fly away, just because you know you can. You'll never grow up, you're never going to be a man, Peter Pan.

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It's different for girls. 

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From a blog post I wrote earlier this year. I borrowed the words from the amazing Bloggess:

"So, long story short, there’s something wrong with me but we knew that already."

"If you are healthy today go and enjoy the shit out of this day because it’s a godamn gift."

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I guess I really ought to call and thank you. 

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If you find your way back, I owe you a beer for me record year.

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My liver is enlarged. And I have an infection. An infection in a liver is a form of food poisoning. The bloodwork I got back the other day confirmed that...my liver, while large, does not have an infection.

And my spleen is fine. It's not being an asshole after all.

To sum it up:

"So, long story short, there's something wrong with me but we knew that already."

"If you are healthy today go and enjoy the shit out of this day because it's a goddamn gift."

#shitpugparentssay

Things I've said to my dogs over the past few days:

Guys, quit being bitches to each other. We love each other. (re: bones)

Get your ass out of my face.

I like you, but I don't want to make out with you. Stop it.

Don't step on my boobs. I don't step on your boobs.

Get your ass off my pillow.

Pugs.

Test results

My health care provider was concerned about my spleen. I was, too.

I got a sonogram done, and I got the results back.

This is how the medical world works. 

Oceans

The tooth fairy

Someone lost a tooth in my house. And, for once, it wasn't me.

#puglife

Happy Monday to me.

Today started out weird.

I had some weird, weird dreams. I woke up in a weird mood.

But, today is a new day and a new week. Let's be happy!

I got ready fairly early, and I opened my front door to walk out to my car. I was greeted by the world's largest spider, who overnight had built the world's most beautiful spider web right in front of my face.

I went back inside to grab my phone. I wanted to see if I could take a picture of the spider and its web.

In the middle of this, my dog ran out the front door. In order to catch her, I had to run head first through the beautiful spider web.

Did I mention that the HUGE SPIDER was in that web?

I got my dog, and didn't even get mad at her. I told her to sit, and she actually listened to me in the front yard.

The spider, I'm afraid, did not make it. I screamed like a little girl and killed it when it came flying towards my face. It involved me taking a shoe, screaming, and dancing around my front porch until I killed it.

I'm pretty sure my mailman saw the whole thing, too.

Today started out weird.