I really didn’t think I was all that tired. Sure I stayed up late last night because I got a few calls. A few lot of calls, actually. But I eventually was tucked in by a fair medium height gentle as a lamb (but often sarcastic) gentleman – and slept until about … um… 8-ish. I think I conked out about 4:00AM – maybe it was closer to 5:00AM. So I get up – because I have to pee, to be frank. I have this habit lately called “crystal light pink lemonade”. I put it in the world’s largest water bottle and basically nurse on it as I do calls because sometimes my throat feels like I gave head to a roll of sand paper. I never realize just how much I’m drinking until early morning when I have to pee like a race horse. So I woke up about 8:00AM and scurried (scurried? lol) down the ladder of my loft – and flew into the bathroom. I don’t even remember peeing. What I do remember is the sensation in my legs as I woke up. Yes. I fell asleep on the toilet. Dead asleep – don’t remember peeing or wiping fell asleep. Dreaming on the toilet didn’t see it coming fell asleep. And as my head sort of cleared, I realized that my legs and feet were still dead asleep. I started to shake them, you know, like you do to your hands when you find that they’ve fallen asleep sometimes? (maybe I have a circulation problem…hmmm) I couldn’t feel them that much other than the pins and needles and this slight feeling of pain. I thought that maybe if I got up and walked around the feeling would return to my feet and legs so I planted my feet (I thought) and stood up.

I fell back onto the toilet. I had to catch myself by putting my hand back on the toilet seat. I felt like I had been paralyzed momentarily from the butt down. But more than the weird feeling of not being able to stand “on my own two feet” (hardy har) – I was also just embarrassed… really embarrassed at having fallen. I just … man… LOL. I just didn’t know how I was going to explain it to anyone – and it was too good of a story to NOT tell, you know? After a bit I tried the whole walking thing again and thankfully most of the feeling had come back to my limbs. I fell on the couch – flipped on the television, started to watch Top Chef and passed out until noon.

The puppy isn’t even here yet – so I don’t know if I have an appropriate excuse. I am just trying (still) to recover from this whole summer school thing in time to prepare myself for Fall Semester. I feel weird, too. Not sick weird – just exhausted weird. Like maybe I’m not getting enough sleep (laughing out loud LITERALLY… gee, CeCe, what was your first hint?!).

I finally made it till Monday, though. Monday (today) was the day that I finally got to call the Breeder and ask about my baby and when he would be ready to come home. He will be ready on Wednesday. So Wednesday Evening I will probably not be on for a while. I’ll be with puppy. I do not know how puppy will even react to the phone yet – and NF does have strict rules about the whole bestiality thing (LOL!) which would not allow for such things (I don’t think) as even a button on my main listing announcing Jacks arrival – no matter how innocent it was (and trust me it would be innocent). So until I know that Jack won’t bark every time the phone rings. growl when I am speaking to another man on the phone, or other wise show me his annoyance and not being the center of my universe (which consequently he is but I’ll never tell him that. Ever). I’ll have to wait until the little man is safely sleeping before mama comes out to play on Wednesday. Look for me about 11:00PM or so. Excited doesn’t even come close to how I feel about this puppy and I haven’t even met him yet. I’m in love with a little man sight unseen. How beautiful is that?

I finally did some much needed errands today, though. It’s weird how your world just slowly shrinks when you have a little one. Pet stores, Grocery stores (particularily the pet aisle), drug stores (to see if they have toys that Jack doesn’t have yet), Target Boutique (to see if there are any SHIRTS for Jack), Walmart (to see if they sell baby gates) – etc, have become my new obsession. Out with the old (CCrowe & BWilder) and in with the new (Hello, Jack). (Can I erase the part about out with the old? Ok. done. As much as I love puppies – some things can never be replaced).

I do have plenty of things to do tomorrow though – so I really shouldn’t write much more. I got an email from one of my teachers already giving me my first assignment and school hasn’t even started yet. He just wanted to give us a head start on the BIG assignment that will be due. I think I’m going to like him – he seems well organized, passionate, and he writes a really decent letter. (wiggles eyebrows up and down). I also have to pay for school so they let me in. I remembered to wash my car earlier this evening – but forgot to get the oil changed like a dork, so I should do that, too. I hate to mention the R word again (recording) but do you think maybe I should pull one out of my ass or something before school starts? I’ve only been promising one for the better part of a year. I need to clean up a bit because I think the doggy crate is going to be with me in my room/house/loft. We need to bond – and it IS my doggy, right? I realized that I still haven’t made an appointment with the ortho and it’s been 2 months almost – so yeah – I probably should do that, too. (groan). And yes – judging from what happened earlier this morning, I should probably get some sleep before personal training appt. tomorrow (where I pay someone to kick my ass) If I can’t sleep – I know just the seat that will help facilitate some lovely REM. It’s the best seat in the house.

46 hours and counting………….