Nine hours of sleep, sleep and some more sleep. I feel awesome, to put it simply.
Hamlet's doing really well with his housetraining. He is learning how to use his doggy door, and is now going outside all on his own. On average, he has about one to two accidents a day, but only because I think he gets confused to where the back door is at, and just can't hold it anymore.
I never mentioned it, but last week I sold three books on half.com -- for $240.00 DOLLARS! My books for the upcoming semester only cost me $200, so I made forty dollars. Woo hoo! I have to go to Stan State today to pick up the last book. This book could not be found anywhere online because it is brand spankin' new.
Yesterday, my mom and I went to the new Raley's shopping center that opened around the corner from our house. It is quite possibly the nicest looking store I have ever set foot in. There is a 'gourmet sandwiches' section, a (in my opinion) top of the line bakery, a humongous organic and whole foods section, self checkout... and lots, lots more! If you haven't been there yet, you're missing out. And this is coming from the girl that despises grocery shopping!
Also yesterday, Hamlet got his first puppy shots. I felt so bad for him! I don't know how I'm going to be able to live through vaccinations when I have children! He had no idea the first shot was coming, so he was fine until it penetrated his skin. But on the second one he started crying the second he saw it coming at him. And this crying isn't normal 'Hamlet crying.' It's this deep throaty cry, like, "I can't believe you're doing this to me" kind of cry. The technician gave him this chewy thing after the shots, so he was fine after that.
I suppose I should start getting ready to go to Stan State. So not looking forward to driving over there.
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This was taken in the Grand Cayman islands. See where all of a sudden the water gets really dark? There is almost a two mile drop at that point, and this big drop surrounds the whole island.
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For the past several days, Hamlet has felt the need to wake up at five AM. And he wakes up- not to pee, not to poop, but because he is ready to start his day. AT FIVE AM! I don't know what to do about it. I tried sticking him back in the crate, but all he does is cry. I tried playing with him non-stop before he goes to sleep at night, so he'll expend all his excess energy and sleep to a more decent time. But it isn't working. I'm hoping it's just a phase, because just a mere five days ago, he was sleeping through the night and waking up around seven like a good little boy. Just last week, this sleep deprivation every bone and muscle in my body is feeling right now did not exist. He slept from eleven to seven. Perfect. Now he's sleeping from eleven to twelve-thirty, and about one to five. Grrrr. Hamlet better not do this next week when I start school.
All my mom has to say to this is, "Welcome to motherhood!" Although thankfully, sleep deprivation has escaped me today. My mom woke up at six this morning, and took over for me until she had to leave for work. I got two extra hours of sleep today. Ahhhh.
Enough about the puppy. More about meteorites. Yes, meteorites.
While traveling back to Modesto from the San Francisco airport a few weeks ago, I saw a neon-teal-red colored looking firework in the sky. It was really close and it was beautiful. My aunt had picked us up from the airport, and consequently was telling us about the first, and only time she had ever seen a meteorite. As she fininished her story, I saw the astonishing firework, and pointed it out as a meteorite. My aunt immediately stomped upon my excitement by calling it a firework, and that was that.
Well firework it was not. In the local paper, they published an article describing approximately where the meteorite hit, what time it occured, and were asking people who had seen it to come forth to tell them where they had seen it (so they would be able to find the meteorite and study it). As it turns out, this meteorite hit the earth at almost exactly the same time and place I saw my "firework."
Pretting exciting, eh?
Hamlet was whining at the back door to be let out, but using my flawed logic, I decided not to let him out because he had barely just come back in. In fact, I actually had to carry him back into the house because he was having so much fun sniffing his poop. So after denying him access to the backyard, we went upstairs to wake up Daniel. We were going to return *** downstairs at this point, but then I had the wonderful idea of putting his collar on him so he can get used to it. I plopped him on my bed, and went to work on adjusting the collar so it would fit him. After putting it on his neck and realizing it was still too big, I began re-adjusting it. I laid down on my bed so he could have fun playing with my hair while I did this, and I got a nasty surprise. This nasty surprise came in the form of pee. Apparently, while tending to his collar, he did his business on my sheets. It went through the sheets to the pad, but thankfully, it stopped there. So now I have the lovely task of washing my sheets (of which I just washed three days ago) and my pad. Yay?
*** And right where the astericks were up there ^, is when he peed on the carpet right in front of me. Just when I was in the middle of telling the whole world about his bed sheets accident, he has a carpet accident. And these two accidents were only five minutes apart. Amazing, considering he had just made two whole days with no accidents at all.
He's just a puppy though, he doesn't know any better. I suppose as soon as I start to get comfortable and don't take him outside enough to go potty, I get slapped in face as a sweet reminder that he's not fully housebroken yet.
I can't wait until we get our doggy door installed.
I haven't felt much like updating lately, mostly because I don't really want to write about vacation. I just have so much to say, it would take me weeks to write it all out. The cruise was... just, wow. The ship was magnificent, the ports were absolutely beautiful, and overall we had a great time. After we got off the ship, we went to the Space Center and then traveled three hours to Fort Lauderdale to visit family. Now this is family I haven't seen since I was about seven years old. Despite that, it was almost like I had known them my whole life. They were all so, so nice. I really want to move there.
You can check out the photos from our vacation here. Hover your mouse over the picture, and click on the "I" to view my comments.
Now to address the title of this post. Captain Psycho Omelet, a.k.a. Hamlet, is the new love of my life. Hamlet is a fawn, pug puppy of whom my family adopted last Thursday. He's a little over eight weeks old, and he's my pride and joy. Well, except for when he pees on the carpet. Then he's the devil =). He earned his nickname of Captain Psycho Omelet for several reasons. My dad thinks the name Hamlet sounds like omelet, and always calls him that. And everyone calls him psycho when he's on one of his playing rampages. He'll run around the room like a maniac, attack your foot, bite your hair, and zoom from person to person. It's amazing that a little puppy like that has that much energy.
Here is a picture of him:
He's doing very well with housetraining. Hamlet is already starting to let us know when he wants to go outside to pee, and he's had a total of three accidents over the past three days. He is also starting to sleep through the night! Last night he went seven hours before waking me up. He even likes his crate, he'll go in there in the middle of the day to nap or play with his blanket. Right now Hamlet is sleeping under my chair. He is just so freakin adorable.
