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Layla and I went from laaaazy to insane today. We started off with breakfast in bed ( for me, not her. She slept).

And we watched Live with Kelly since she’s in Banff, Alberta this week. Ok, I said ‘we’ but I really just meant me. Again, the dog was sleeping.

See? Sleeping. And she’s quite cute while she does it.

I honestly didn’t sleep at all last night- I was too caught up reading Fifty Shades of Grey by E L James. Um, you guys, the book is borderline pornographic. Ok, perhaps it’s beyond that. Ladies: read it. Then decide for yourself how satisfied you are in your current relationship. For realsies, this book is intense.

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After I caught up on some sleep (and Layla too) the two of us went for a nice LONG walk. It was 3.57 miles (5.74 km, I did the conversion. Plus it sounds so much longer and badass in kilometers. Like it was a race or something). Most of the walk was on the sidewalk in a residential area, but some of it was on a trail, where I was able to get some nice scenery pics.

..and just when I thought my dog was SOL for anymore snow to roll in this year, it turns out she also loves rolling in hay (hay is for horses!)

I then found the need to take a picture of this sign because it said ‘defecation,’ and I’m like 5 years old and laughed out loud at it.

More scenery shots:

So pretty.

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I had a dream last night that I woke up and it was Monday morning and I was furious with myself for not having signed up the night before for spin class. I guess old habits die hard. But seriously, there is nothing worse than intending to make a class and getting stuck on the wait list.

That’s not a problem for me any more! I plan on whipping up a good dinner for Ty and I tonight then getting a solid workout in afterwards…more on that later 😉

This morning will consist of a few random musings. Let’s get started.

1) Since Tyler and I weren’t together for Valentine’s Day (I was in Florida. Such a shame) we decided to celebrate once he flew to Boston to help me move. Me being the awesome girlfriend that I am, I decided to drop mad dough on a new iPod for him since he lost his a while ago. I even bought candy and other gift accoutrement to make it all froo-froo for him. We both got to Logan airport on Saturday night (him from Calgary; me from Jacksonville) and I quickly assembled the gift for his opening pleasure. He opened: he liked: he thanked me for it. Cut to 2 hours later when we are sitting at the bar and he confesses that he just refurbished (or whatever you do with old technology to make it new again) his old iPhone to use for his music collection. Bottom Line: he didn’t need my gift. AHHHHH. But, it was late and I was drunk, so I forgot about it rather quickly.

2500 miles and 3 weeks later, I’ve discovered that I STILL have the dang thing

Can I return it? No. Why, you ask? Because I bought it at Target. Does Canada have Target? No. Oof. So now I’m kind of hoping my 2007 iPod classic kicks it so I don’t feel so guilty for buying this new one.

2) My roots. Ohmygawwwwd.

I am frantically checking Groupon and LivingSocial for salon deals because I just cannot go in public anymore in this condition. Where is my former hairdresser of a mother when I need her?!?!

3) I started a new book last night. I just reeeeeally couldn’t sleep, and buying this book made me too excited to even try to get some shut eye. I’m pretty sure the title alone gives you the gist of it.

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If only I thought of writing a book like this. Boy, do I have dating stories. Mostly TERRIBLE ones. I blame alcohol, match.com, and my previous attraction to assholes.

4) Dryness. Please don’t let your mind wander towards something inappropriate. Calgary is incredibly dry during the winter. Like boogery dry. Sleep with a humidifier dry. I was already drinking about a gallon of water a day in Boston, but now I’ve had to up the ante to 2 gallons. The worst is how much my hands have aged. They’re crackly and dry and rough and gross and I hate them and don’t feel feminine at all. Oh, you think I should try Lotion? Yeah, I have. ALL KINDS. From drug stores, department stores, homemade crap. Nothing helps. I’d show you a picture, but I haven’t had my nails done as recently as Layla. Plus, you’d barf.

Peace, I’m out.