Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Florida, Job-Hunting, and Fuzzy Puppies
I realize it's been about a month. A lot has gone on this month though. On the eleventh I went to Fort Lauderdale for a few days with my best friend. We basically did nothing the whole time but eat, hang out on the beach, and drink wine. I also scraped my knee during an epic battle with the lazy river. This post will probably have a few more pictures than normal. No, I'm not going to post pictures of the amazingly clear ocean, the rocking chairs on the veranda like 20 feet from the beach, or the epic ocean view from the eighth floor room. I'm going to post a picture of the Lambroghini that we happened to see down at the entrance while waiting for the elevator.
More pictures! Recently I left my job in the airport for different things. Anyone who knows me at all knows I love the airport. I love that chemical smell when you walk inside (it smells like "travel" to me), the clack of hundreds of suitcases on the tiled floor, and the whacky people you see everyday. I'll also miss things like the picture below. That was taken out of the back windows of Friday's. There have been some really amazing sunsets out that back window. However, I chose to show you this one because it kind of embodies Pittsburgh. I have a few others but I'll probably keep them in my private stash. Along with the photo I took once of a bat-shaped Peppermint Patty and that other photo of the playdough Paris we created in our high school World Literature class.
Unfortunately I am on the hunt for a job for the first time in a couple years, but it's only because I just really have this desire to work at a bookstore. I mean, that job would actually mean something to me. I remember when I used to walk into Barnes and Noble looking for a specific book, wishing with all I had that they had it. I'd ask someone about it, they'd type some things into the computer, nod their head, and my day would be made. I want to do that for people. And smell that great ink-on-paper smell all day. I'm such a nerd.
On an ending note, Stephen and I were at his nephew's birthday party and his brother and sister-in-law just so happened to have recently bought a bull mastiff puppy. This picture gets to be on its own line because you need to see the full brunt of its irresistibility without any neighboring distractions.
The puppy is eleven weeks old. JUST LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY AND ADORABLE IT IS. It's the size of a full-grown dog...except this one will grow to be like four feet tall and could probably bowl over a linebacker someday. Or maybe even now. I could have looked at it sitting in Stephen's lap and thought it was just a big soft stuffed animal. Too bad it probably won't stay that adorable for much longer.
Sadly, summer is coming to a close. I'm starting to sort out my stuff, but I don't really want to yet. I'll probably just eat corn dogs, watch Harry Potter, and spend quality time with the man til the very last minute. How does that sound? Far better than outlining a budget for the fall semester.