The Adventures of Ramen and Spike cont'd

So as I was writing my last post, Ramen and Spike approached me. Both were thoroughly disappointed that I hadn't written about them in over two weeks! Or maybe it was three? I told them I was deeply sorry and I would as soon as possible. Ramen was of course understanding, but Spike gave me the cold shoulder. Anyways their story continues...

Tucson is known for many different things. Great Mexican Food, lousy snowbird drivers (I really don't have to explain this one do I?), and really crazy homeless people. Ramen and Spike are NOT allowed to leave the house, in case they get lost. Spike never listens to this, even though Ramen encourages him too. So one day, Claire left the screen door open while she was taking out the garbage, and Spike took this as his escape. Ramen ran after him in attempts to bring him back.

Spike: Damn! It is hot outside!
Ramen: Yeah it's September in Tucson, not exactly the coolest time of the year.
Spike: SONORAN DOGS!!!
Ramen: SPIKE NO! Do you know how bad those are for your health?
Spike: Pssh your a dog don't you eat anything and everything in sight?!?
Ramen: NO! I am a very particular dog. It has to be fine cuisine for me.
Spike: Hotdogs. Wrapped. IN. BACON!!!
Ramen: You drive a hard bargain. I guess since we are out we can go.
Spike: YESSSS!

So the two set off in search of El Guerro Canelo, home of the infamous Sonoran Dogs (Ps if you are ever in Tucson I highly recommend getting them). Spike scurried along while Ramen did his little Shiba trot (again if I have to explain then these stories won't make sense). The dynamic duo got some odd stares because Tucson is so not used to Shibas being friends with hedgehogs. Claire went back inside and locked the door without realizing her little buddies had left.

Ramen: Spike where the hell are we?!? My paws hurt, my coat has heated up and I am thirsty!
Spike: Calm down princess we are almost there.
Ramen: No we aren't! What if we get lost? What if no one finds us? Where am I gonna sleep? Who will throw

the ball?!?!
Spike: Woah there nervous Nelly.
Ramen: WAAAAAAAAAAAAH.
Spike: I really don't remember you ever being a crybaby.

The two finally reached El Guerro Canelo.

Spike: I will have two Sonoran Dogs. Exactly the way you make it and a Coke.
Ramen: Two Sonoran dogs please. No beans. They give me gas.
Spike: Dear lord.

To be continued...


P.s. I know my story isn't all that great.

P.p.s. I might be going a little crazy but whatever I need a creative outlook right?

Really, I'm Terrible.

Really, I am terrible about posting. The funny thing is I usually have a lot to say.

My nickname given to me via my boyfriend of a year and a half is grumpy bear. Lately I have been in terrible grumpy moods. I can't even explain them. Usually it's because any thoughts about the future I get grumpy. What if I drop out and become a garbage truck driver? I don't wanna quit obviously, but at the same time I want some sign that I'm doing alright. I also get grumpy because my diet sucks. Bears need at least five meals a day. I'm talking about god wholesome yummy snack like meals. Lately I have been getting one meal a day if I'm lucky.

No I am not anorexic. Though it might head there soon (Kidding! Calm down mother I am doing just fine). It's either cause I am way to lazy or I literally forget to eat. Meals take time to make and then clean up. Ramen sounds absolutely disgusting. Shopping for frozen meals makes me feel like an old cat woman. Isn't it funny how most meals like that come in servings for two? Isn't it ironic how much of a lonely deadbeat I feel when I look and purchase the frozen meals for one? I feel like a lame duck whenever I go grocery shopping. It's not that I don't like good home cooked meals, I do. I just don't designate enough time to do them. Hence I become grumpy bear. Before I would take offense to this whenever Austin called me that, but now it comes natural to respond with a growl and then a sigh.

Sometimes when I am in a bad mood, I'll text him and tell him I am a grumpy bear and he'll respond "it's ok, I still love you."That is important cause bears need lots of love. And food.

Weirdness

I really don't post as often as I intend to. Seriously. It's like my brain has so many interesting thoughts, yet I forget to write them down and then they are lost forever. For instance today as I walked to Organic Chemistry (ewwwww) I noticed Boomerang guy in front of Old Main (I think every college has an Old Main so I won't explain it). If you have ever been to U of A in the last two years at about 8:00-9:00am there is a guy that stands in front of Old Main and throws his boomerang (verb: boomeranging?). He is pretty incredible too. Every time he throws it, it always comes back to him! And he throws it far too. I like having morning classes just so when I walk to them, and feel like dying because I am way too tired, watching him throw his boomerang cheers me up. Maybe in some weird way to represents life throwing away your problems only for them to come right back to you. Or it just means when you get old that little hobbies like that are most enjoyable.

I don't have something like that. I don't go out and throw anything. I don't play ultimate frisbee (to my parents dismay). I don't play a sport any more at all. Today, was the first day that I realized I really miss playing on a team. I used to swim and play tennis in high school. I miss going out and working out, but playing as well. Working out gets so boring when its not a sport or hobby. Treadmills are lame. Weights don't talk to you. Everyone in the gym is so occupied with themselves it feels lonely. Maybe I'll pick up tennis again or join a frisbee league (don't get your hopes up dad, I said maybe) or even just go outside and learn a new sport.

College makes me miss going out and just playing.