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So today Ive realized growing up on a farm is great for responsibility not so good for grooming a child to be a good parent. Why do you ask? Well today my friends, we had a bit of a "puppy emergency." My darling baby Meatball seemed to have bit his baby brother Sir Charles in the face a little too hard. I get a call at work from Steven Ray frantically telling me that the puppy's "eye is dented in" Aye Aye Aye. Anywho, what is my first thought? Just wait it out for a few days and much more evil thoughts in regards to if the bill will be high. Bad Larissa, what is wrong with me? By Steven's suggestion he rushes the puppy to the vet, blowing red lights along the way. Clearly the more concerned parent. I finish up with my client and follow lead, only I miraculously got green lights the whole way.
To make a long story s
hort, the puppy will be fine (as Steven put it the "popped his eye back out" and just needs a shit ton of eye drops for a couple of days), Steven is the hero of the hour, and Larissa is questioning on how hurt a child would have to be till she took him to the doctor. Steven and I may just make a great team after all. Maybe I should frame a sign in my home that says "Children are not farm animals." The guest might question it but I'll keep in check.
In other news, got some awesomely giant pumpkins for the low cost 
of $3.99 at the grocery store in Demotte. Hells yes! They are just rolling around in my car till I convince Steven to carry them BOTH up.
Thats all for now.
So last night Steven Ray Newman and I drove up to Chicago to have dinner with his brother Jeff. We ate at Gibsons. This was my first time eating at a Chicago steak house. When Jeff was informed of this he told me to "Drop my pants." I guess this was in reference to my virgin status in the steak house category, but I thought odd to suggest none the less. Anywho. Jeff was a lot of fun. He is now ranked among the top of my faves on the Newman list. Steven had the prime
rib, it was insanely big. I had the filet mignon. Can I tell you the most astonishing thing about the whole experience was how big their asparagus was. I could not believe it! I felt like I was willy wonka in the chocolate factory. How do they grow it that big? Just blows my mind.
We eventually made it home where two puppies were patiently waiting for some delicious prime rib. Lucky dogs.
In other news, I have discovered I am able to make it to Emma's reception after all. I will be a tad late, so nobody leave till I get there. This ESPECIALLY pertains to you miss L.S. I am pretty excited. I have even convinced Steven Ray Newman to accompany me, so we should have some very nice dry wit to go with the draft beer and green beans. YES.
Last but not lea
st, a shout out to my newest cousin. Axel Jesiah Clemons is now two months old. His proud mama is my cousin Amie. You know her as the cute pixie that makes the lovely cakes. I am told mister Axel enjoys sitting in as supervisor when Amie is on a cake mission.
Thats all for now.
So I'm breaking down and blogging. Why? Well because so many people are interested in my life. Duh. Anywho. I wont go into old details, as I think it will be more fun for you to find out old stuff along the way. I will tell you though, I can guarantee this blog is going to have A LOT of puppy chat in it. I like dogs, especially MY dogs. So if they bore you, just stop reading right now.
Not a whole lot going on today, as it is one of my days off. I am contemplating going and getting my drivers license changed to my Valpo address, but not sure if I have the drive to change out of my Hardees sweatshirt or not. Because lets face it, whos going to take me seriously when I bust out my license and Im wearing a vintage Hardees sweatshirt?
I went earlier today to fill out the paperwork for my new job. If you havent already heard, in about three weeks time I will be an H.R. Specialist for Bluechip Casino. Hoorah. I must say I left a little vexed. They told me before I came I would be required to do a drug test via my hair. Since Im only a frequenter of allergy meds I wasnt too worried. In my head I visioned them taking a single strand, CSI style. Little did I know Receptionist Judy would be cutting a massive chunk out of the back of my head! Im no stranger to bald spots, as I have alopecia aereta (total guess on the spelling) so Judy could comfort me all she wants with "oh it looks like a lot but only your hairdresser will be able to tell," LIES I know that Im gonna have a funny patch of hair stickin out when that shit decides to grow back!
Well when I got back to Valpo I decided I needed a little retail therapy, Target' style. So I busted out the old credit card got my self some new pantolones, silicone cupcake pan, a date book, and new toys and cat litter for the puppies. Im hoping this doesnt become a new trend with the new job, but I think as long as Ju Ju stays away from my locks I should be okay.
In other news, Im on the borderline for pro status in Wii bowling.
Thats all for now.
hort, the puppy will be fine (as Steven put it the "popped his eye back out" and just needs a shit ton of eye drops for a couple of days), Steven is the hero of the hour, and Larissa is questioning on how hurt a child would have to be till she took him to the doctor. Steven and I may just make a great team after all. Maybe I should frame a sign in my home that says "Children are not farm animals." The guest might question it but I'll keep in check. 
of $3.99 at the grocery store in Demotte. Hells yes! They are just rolling around in my car till I convince Steven to carry them BOTH up.
