Warning: You are about to read about the depths of my laziness (although it was my husband's idea but I agreed to it) so if you don't want to read about that or you are a eco-friendly person, you may not want to read any further.
That being said...
the bigger I get in this pregnancy, the more exhausted I am when I get home. This means that when I walk through the door, my first instinct is NOT to go around tidying up the house, washing dishes, vaccuming, doing laundry...etc. Needless to say, our house has been a bit of a mess lately. As we all know, most men aren't Mr. Clean and don't go around just cleaning out of the pure desire to live in a clean apartment. So after we had the same dirty dishes sitting in our sink long enough for an odor to start coming out of it, Waylon came up with a really good idea: Paper plates and cups; temporarily of course. At first I scoffed at the idea b/c it's my first reaction to think of how ridiculous it is that we have such a hard time keeping our few dishes washed that we have to resort to paper cups and plates so our kitchen will stay clean. The idea is wasteful and lazy and I wanted no part of it....at first...then I warmed up to it. Now I love it. We even got paper bowls for cereal! :) Once we're done eating or drinking something, we just throw it away! It's so awesome. I know this isn't a new idea and there might be a few more wasteful people out there, but I could really get used to this. I do realize that I can't live the rest of our lives using paper plates, cups and bowls, however, for now, while work is kicking my tush and wearing me out and cleaning just sounds horrible to me, this is going to do just great! The other side is that we barely eat at home anyways except for snacking and cereal and the occasional meal at home. I also realize that this really makes me seem wasteful and lazy but the sad truth right now is that I don't even care! lol. I just want the convenience of not having to worry about dishes so frequently.
So now you know what my title was all about. You hear so much about "going paperless" these days and I'm doing just the opposite: going paper. love it!
Now that I'm typing this blog I'm deciding that it can't just be about paper plates. That would be a little boring and you might feel like you had wasted your time and wished you could get the last 5 minutes of your life back. So I will blog a bit about our trip to the dog park today with Rowf. It's edge of your seat excitement, let me tell you.
First of all, I do have to say in Rowf's defense that he doesn't go to the dog park often at all (I think he's only been 2 or 3 times and they were very spread apart) and that he's not around other dogs or a whole variety of people either. That being said, it was embarassing at the park today. There were probably around 20 people in the small dog section with their cute little dogs running around and playing with each other and running up to the other people and just being playful and cute all around. Not Rowf. No. Rowf was immediately scared and his back hair was standing on end. Then he moped around smelling the grass and trees whilst staying as far away as possible from any other dogs or people. If we wanted to locate Rowf, we just had to look where other dogs weren't and there he would be, sniffing a tree or large rock or just wandering around looking like a loser. Waylon was more embarassed than me I think. It was kind of like taking your little boy to play with other little boys and he cries and wants to sit in your lap and play with a doll while the other boys play with rocks and sticks and play fight and do all sorts of very "boy" type things. It really was pitiful. A nice, tiny old lady tried to walk up to him and pet him and he just growled at her and turned away and walked off. I was standing there facing her, embarassed and not knowing what to say. She kind of looked at me like "You dog has issues. My dog is super friendly and would never do that. You should have raised him better." I just turned around and walked off also...just following suit with my dog. I could have growled but that would have looked wierd and they might have thought I had rabies or something. Speaking of which, for the first 15 minutes or so after we got to the park, Rowf had these strings of slobber hanging from both sides of his mouth with he NEVER has. At first we though he had caught rabies but I don't think it would manifest itsself quite that quickly. I think he was just overstimulated with all the different dog smells or something. It was even bother him b/c he was pawing at his face trying to get them to go away. It looked really odd on him. Large dogs like on Turner and Hooch look like they're supposed to have big slobbers hanging from their faces but Rowf just looked like a rabid dog. Yet another thing to be a little embarassed about. I hoped no one was noticing him at all during that time. After realizing that he was not going to socialize with the other dogs at all (besides an occasional butt sniff which he would not allow the other dogs to do on him but wanted to be able to do it to them) we decided it was time to go - we didn't want to continue this humiliating scene. Maybe if we take him more often he will start getting used to it and actually play with the other dogs. I might be too afraid of another day like that though to be willing to go over there. He's just not dog park material. sigh...I hope my child isn't like that when we take her to play grounds and play areas and play dates. I don't want to have the wimpy scared child that everyone secretly is laughing at in their heads and comparing to their kids and how much better their kids are at being cool in public. Of course, if she's as fat as I was, she'll just roll around everywhere and the other kids will think she's cool. lol.
I think she knew I was typing about her because she just started moving up a storm and kicked me really hard! I'm getting to where I can see my stomach move just about every time she moves or kicks. That's been a lot of fun to watch. I can sit and "belly stare" for a long time watching for her movements and poking and prodding her to get her to move. She probably doesn't like that a whole lot but it's very entertaining to me. ;)
It's now 5pm and I need to finish getting ready and head out so I have time to stop and get my vanilla iced coffee from McDonalds...it's addicting!