Yup, still cute.

There is a ball of fluff.  Asleep.  Under my desk.

I like poking it with my toes.  😀

Sooooooooooooo, Porter is perhaps the cutest thing ever.  I love him oh so much.

He was having some pretty major issues with mouthing/biting/chewing and all of that, especially on my arm.  There was this one time where he latched on to my forearm and wouldn’t let go, even when I corrected him pretty hard.  When I finally got him pried off, I shoved him in his kennel, and went upstairs to Bryan’s room and started crying.  It really hurt.  :'(  Lisa came over yesterday, and I demonstrated the problem.  She corrected him HARD (totally jerked the little guy about a foot away from me).  He went back for my arm, but as he was going for it, she corrected him once more.  BAM.  He hasn’t bitten since.  So I just need to really super-duper correct him when he’s not listening to me.  That’s been working really well, actually.  She also said that after a few days of this, he probably shouldn’t need to be corrected that hard any more… just as long as he understands that I’m willing to put in as much force as necessary.  Which I totally am, if it saves my arm, clothes, and rugs.

Also, she told me not to let him be the judge of how much water he’s drinking.  As soon as I cut back on his water consumption, he stopped peeing every ten minutes (literally), which was a huge relief.  Letting him out every hour?  I can do that.  Every ten minutes?  That really is a bit on the extreme side.

So he’s doing really well.  Cuddly as ever, and always super-cute.  I lurv him.

A few days ago I put my cell phone through the washing machine.  Going without a phone wasn’t awful, but it was definitely frustrating.  Mostly for Bryan, actually.  Because if people wanted to get ahold of me, they had to call him.  My parents were the most frustrated, I think, though.  My mom took me to the store today and got me a new phone– I offered to pay for it, but she says if I can go two years without ruining my phone, then I’m fine (T-Mobile has two-year length contracts, so you get a really really cheap new phone every two years).  Also, my brother breaks his phone every four to six months or so, and she always makes him pay for his own new one– she’s fine to pay for mine so long as I don’t pick up the habit.

I’ve been babysitting a bunch lately.  I got $100 in the last week, just from babysitting!  Yay!  My mom suggested that I put up fliers around the neighborhood, so that perhaps I can pick that up as a part-time thing.  I’d be fine with that.  I love babysitting.  Especially when I get paid ten dollars an hour.  And half of babysitting is reading, or playing on the computer, or watching television.  So I may do that, actually.  The only real problem with babysitting is that it’s not a very steady job.  But I think I can manage that easily enough.  I also don’t have to pay taxes on it.  ^^

So let’s see.  I’ve been getting to know Brandon a lot better since he’s moved in.  He’s a really cool guy.  He has always struck me as this uber-hippie, so I just assumed that his parents were something like mine.  Nope.  They’re both somewhat Mormon, actually.  This vegetarian/Buddhist/hiker child of theirs seemed to come out of nowhere.  Which makes it even cooler that he can live with us– it’s no fun to camp out with your parents when you have radically different beliefs.  True story.

I am SO excited to see the movie UP.  I want to, very very much.  Maybe I can get Bryan to take me out on a date tonight.  ^^  Or, maybe with my shiny new $100, I can take HIM out on a date.  Boy, it’s been a long time since THAT has happened.  I’ve been pretty damned broke lately.

I went to yoga with my mom this morning; boy did I need THAT.  I haven’t gone in about three weeks.  :S  I definitely started getting all soft and mushy again.  I think I’ll probably start going to the gym twice a week, and do some things on my own.  Because when I plan on just doing it on my own, I do two yoga sessions every month or so.  Which is not so great.

Also, I find it so sad when I don’t have Porter with me.  I am already horrendously attatched to him.  It’s even harder that he cries so much when I put him in his kennel.  The first time I put him in there to be by himself, he cried and cried and cried, and it made me so sad, that I went up to Bryan’s room and cried.  I just wanted to let the little guy out.  But, of course, if I let him out when he cries, what do you think he’ll learn to do?  It is one of the most pitiful things I’ve ever heard, though.

OH!  Look who’s up and playing with his kong toy!  It’s a PORTER!  *excuses self for a minute*

I think I may actually end this entry and get myself some lunch.  At three o’clock in the afternoon.  I think it’s hilarious that I remember to get Porter lunch (when they’re little, they eat three meals a day), but forget to feed myself.

LunchLunchLunchLunchLunch.
Tootles!