One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
the gal pal
Lazy Day Ramble
Aug 21st
How’s about a post that sort of babbles on? Ok!
I picked up our glasses today. On the way home, I opened the case containing S’s pair and was a bit alarmed; they looked a lot smaller than I remembered them being last week when she tried them on. “Oh no, this is not going to end well,” I thought to myself.
Luckily, the glasses were the right ones and S has been wearing them all afternoon. “Do these make me look geeky?” she asked me not long ago.
“No,” I replied. I asked if she was having doubts about them and she said she wasn’t. I thought they had a bit of a retro feel to them but they’re cool and she said herself earlier that they’re lighter and easier to see with than her previous pair.
(Not so) Quick Summary
Jun 8th
I haven’t really felt much like blogging lately. The frustration that has taken over at the office has sapped me of the energy and desire to blog. But, as my in-house HR professional so eloquently reminded me earlier today, “don’t get caught up in things. You have options, you’ll be out of there whereas those people are stuck there. That office is their entire life.”
So, with that in mind, I am trying my best to take each day as it comes. There is a lot of potential for drama, especially with the long-term employees who aren’t too thrilled with change. I’m checking job postings every night and sending my resume off to the ones I think would be a good fit for me. I’ve been through this before, I know that it takes awhile to find the right move.
What else has been happening in the land of Streetcar Chronicles?
S and I decided to tackle the room we’d been using as an office. Calling it an office is being entirely too polite. Essentially, the room was just used as storage. Oh sure, we have the router, modem and printer in there, but we also had boxes from when we moved in that needed to be looked through. Guests to the house probably looked in that room and thought, “wow, these girls are two –steps away from becoming hoarders.”
“Total Devastation”
Apr 11th
It’s been a busy couple of days for S and I in terms of entertaining friends. Our Friday night plans were a bit impromptu as our friend K let us know she’d be coming into the City but didn’t have any definite ideas on what she wanted to do. She had mentioned going shopping but in the end, we decided to stay home and order in.
We caught up on K’s dating adventures; she’s been on a few dates with one guy and it appears to be going well so far. She’s a great gal; why she’s single is really baffling so S and I are hoping that she finds someone who makes her happy.
When dinner arrived, we collected our dishes and retreated to the downstairs living room so that we could watch some TV. There wasn’t much on so we settled on “What Not to Wear.” We caught two shows, one where the woman had absolutely no self-esteem and kept crying anytime someone told her she was beautiful. The other show had a woman who had way too much self confidence and had become a nudist after being in a restrictive relationship. The transformations were interesting to watch although the make-up on the first girl was a bit on the heavy side.
After the second episode, K decided to call it a night. She had brought Hank with her and he’d spent the evening being growled at by the gal pal who didn’t appreciate having him in her space. It’s pretty funny to see, actually. Hank’s more than double her size, but he’s totally her bitch.
The Costco Rage
Mar 31st
I think I’ve documented a few times on here how S is prone to the rage. She’s got the kind of disposition where she loses her temper quickly; sometimes so quickly it’s like a flash of lightning. Incidents of the rage are most likely when S is hungry or putting together furniture or treadmills. This past weekend, we had not one, but two rage incidents.
The first happened on Friday evening when we returned home from work. I arrived home first, as is usually the case. While putting away dry cleaning in our bedroom, I noticed a wet spot on the bed. I asked the pup what was going on and she began to tremble. She jumped off the bed and I noticed that her backside was very, very dirty.
Back downstairs, I took out the pet scissors and cleaned up her backside as best as I could. What I couldn’t cut out, I figured I’d wash out. A quick bath and the pup was all pretty and fresh again.
Puppy First Aid
Mar 30th
Both S and I have noticed lately that the gal pal’s nails have gotten quite long. We don’t usually clip them ourselves because we’re worried that we’ll injure her. We let the groomer take care of her nails as she gets groomed pretty regularly. I had written our friend the groomer on Saturday and asked about setting up an appointment. As of yesterday afternoon, I still hadn’t heard back from her.
After dinner, the gal pal was up on the couch in between S and I and her paws were outstretched. In amidst the long hair, I saw just how long her nails had gotten. I knew that it couldn’t be comfortable for her so I decided to clip her nails myself, at least the front ones. 
I tidied up the kitchen after dinner and then collected the pup. Placing her on the counter to get a better view of her nails, I set about clipping them. The first one was a bit rough, but then I learned not to take too long with the clippers, best to just snap them quickly once in position. The pup flinched each time a nail was cut but she didn’t appear to be traumatized.
S came over to where we were as I was moving onto the second front paw. That one went pretty smoothly too. With both front paws done, I put the clippers down and turned away for a minute. “Look,” S said to me as she pointed down to the counter. There before us was a spot of blood. We picked up the second paw that I had clipped and noticed that the last nail was bleeding, profusely. I guess I nicked the quick when I clipped it.
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