Monthly Archives: January 2020

It’s Raining Kibble

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Yesterday was a day that really tested my slightly new found positivity. Things just kept going differently than I wanted them to.

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For instinance, I was taking out trash; when I got to the dumpster there was a bag of trash on the ground, right in front of the dumpster, one of my lovely neighbors must have not felt like actually putting into the practically empty dumpter, causing me to not be able to get as close as I should have been to toss mine in. (if their bag wouldn’t have been half open and looking gross, I would have gladly done my part and put it away properly for them, speaking of glad; the bag that claims to have a rip protection guard, ripped…as I was trying to lift it up to toss it in…spilling 4 pounds of dog food (recently had to change brands after the kind he was eating started causing him problems) among other things all over the ground.

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Kibble rained all over me and my chair. Thanks trusty ole Anti Rip for that magical moment. (Probably not their fault, probably had something to do with the 4 pounds of loose dog food.) It most certianly did not make me glad. Pretty sure I said all of the dirty words I’ve ever known while all of this was happening.

After taking the trash out I took a very long shower, trash is so gross you guys.

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Next it was time to work out (by that I mean refilling the 5 gallon water bottle on my water cooler.) That’s always such a blast…takes me about an hour, cause I’m stubborn and fill it fuller than I can lift it. Which also made me say all the curse words I know. (I promise, I really am trying to be better about that.) These are times when I would really benefit from having a man around. It needs to rain men instead of kibble.

-laurenmikael

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Meet Dookie

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It’s time I formally introduce you guys to my Dachshund. Considering this blog has been up since November, and the tagline mentions Dachunds there hasn’t been much talk (err writing) about my baby boy yet. February 26, 2019 my Dad sent me a text with a picture of a 3 year old Dachund named Duke Winston, Daddy said the dog needed a new home, he was in a bad situation…his owners weren’t caring for him. He was very severely malnourished.

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Apparently the previous owners would leave town for weeks at a time and leave this poor little boy locked in a kennel by himself without food or water. I don’t understand how people could do something like that. It makes me so angry!!! I decided to take him. I love dogs. Plus it gets lonely living alone. This way we both win. Now he is my emotional support dog; after all the trauma he went through growing up I have been thinking of getting him his own emotional support dog. (He gets lonely, would probably do him a lot of good to have another dog around to play with.) He has a lot of anxiety, but who wouldn’t after being starved and abused the way he was?




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This photo was taken the day my parents picked him up from his previous owners for me. They took care of him for about two weeks before he came to live with me, since we weren’t sure if he was going to make it. He could barely open his mouth and was too weak to eat.

I am not at all a fan of the name Duke Winston, but he already knew his name. So I was trying to figure out what to do.

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Then it hit me. Duh! Green Day is my all time favorite band, one of Green Day’s most iconic albums is “Dookie” Perfect!!!

Now he has plenty of nicknames, Dook, Dookie-Doo, Dookie-Roo, Bubba, and for some reason…lately, Butters. Not sure why. A few weeks ago I called him that one morning and then later the same night my cousin came over and was playing with Dookie and she called him Butters too without me even mentioning anything…then she said she had no idea why she called him that. Trippy stuff.

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Here we are 10 months later and he is happy and healthy. He is so sweet, really silly, he has so much personality. I love this little baby so much. I’m so glad I am able to help him have a better life than he had in the past.

Someone is finally used to having their photo taken, look at him posing and sitting pretty! I took this last picture yesterday, I have been planning on writing this post for a while now, figured it would be nice to have an updated photo.

-laurenmikael

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Done with Dating Apps

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After getting ghosted by a guy in October and Catfished in November I told myself I was giving up on dating apps and dating in general. 

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I’ve stuck with it, usually I say I’m never getting on one of those apps again and then end up right back on POF a few days later.

 I just don’t have the energy for games anymore, I’m physically and emotionally tired of trying. I have decided that if it isn’t someone I already know or meet naturally then I don’t have time for it.

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 On dating apps it’s the same thing over and over again… getting asked the questions about yourself by tons of different guys; it’s exhausting. I don’t like talking about myself, I never know what to say. Like I said in my last post, I don’t like chit chat. I prefer getting to know someone in person, it’s easier for me to talk and open up that way.

Plus, I got tired of explaining why I am in a wheelchair, and having to tell the guys that were too lazy to even read my profile that I am even in a chair. It’s scary because you never know how a guy on an app is going to respond. He might not care about the wheelchair, whereas many guys would stop talking to me after they found out. It’s silly how many guys are afraid to even attempt dating me. They just assume it wouldn’t be worth it, or that they would have to become my caretaker and do everything for me. I can do everything by myself. I don’t need a babysitter…I need a boyfriend.

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 I would much rather learn something about someone, by observing them over them telling me stuff. 

Instead of telling me how you like your coffee, I’d rather just watch you make it, and then I know that’s the way you like it…you know?

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Probably goes back to the part were I hate chit chat.

The downside to no more dating apps is I am so lonely now. I don’t have a job to go to, I don’t have anywhere I have to be. I rarely get out of the house, cause I have no where I need to go. It’s just Dookie and I all the time now, this needs to change and soon, cause being lonely is getting really old.

 -laurenmikael

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