I have to reiterate how happy that the 3 of us, Charley Waffle and Stella Vader, and I, moved to our new place. I was just reminded of how bad my old building downtown was. I am now able to get a huge package of Bounty paper towels through the front door of the complex without somebody asking me for one.

At the old place I was walking up to the front door with some toilet paper and didn’t even make it over the threshold when somebody said, “oh!!! Can I have a roll?” I had looked at him, totally taken back, and said that I hadn’t even opened the package yet. His reply? “Oh, well I just wanted a little piece.” No kidding. A little piece of toilet paper. Come on.

The same thing would happen if I would try to walk in with a 12 pack of soda. It was hard to make it through the 2 front doors, pass two community rooms, to the elevator, hold my breath while waiting for the door to open not knowing who would pop out, ride it up a few floors hoping it wouldn’t stop, and finally make it to my door and into my apartment. But, it did make me very inventive to smuggle in my goods without any incident.

I even had somebody ask me if he could have some of my hangers I had just purchased from Target that were poking out of the bag. No joke, no lie. And what’s even weirder is that I got used to all that and it became the norm. People smoking in the elevator, fights, people nodding off. Being asked if I had any money. It was surreal. When I moved I felt as if I had to be reintegrated back into society. Oh my gosh. How grateful I am!!!!!

Anyway, I was really sick for almost a week. It was like the flu but different. I didn’t ache. I just was extremely sweaty and very cold. My stomach was miserable though. I remained on the couch almost the whole time minus when I took Charley out briefly so she could do her thing. I couldn’t sleep that well so I ended up doing marathons of t.v. shows.

Project Runway was probably the main one.

I also watched this one called “The GOAT”; (Greatest of All Time). 14 reality people were thrown together into a house and were subjected to many different ridiculous things. At the end of every show they would vote somebody off. Whoever “won” got the title The “GOAT”. Greatest of all time reality t.v. personality.

Big Brother, Real Housewives, the Bachelor, Survivor, Real World, Ru Paul’s Drag Race, America’s Test Kitchen, 90 Day Fiance, FBoy Island, Shahs of Sunset, Vanderpump Rules, Love is Blind, The Circle were all represented. I’ve never seen any of those shows except Real Housewives when it first came out. I am really not into those kind of shows but dang! It was addicting. I threw in “The Octopus” and “Ancient Aliens” to break it up. Now that I feel better, I am so sick of television. I really am.

But “The Octopus” is pretty amazing. I don’t think I will ever eat calamari again.

Charley absolutely loved every minute of it. She loved that I was laying on the couch. She laid all over me. I thought she’d be bouncing off the walls wanting to play, but she was content on watching all those lovely t.v. shows with me.

OH! She just turned 5 during that time. I can’t believe it. I’ve had her since she was 6 weeks old. I got sad about that for some reason. I wish she was a puppy again. Well, maybe not. She was a handful. But she was so cute!

I’ve heard of dogs and the “squirrel” thing. Once they see one it’s a done deal. Nothing else matters.

Charley was never a “squirrel” girl, until just a few days ago. I don’t know what or why all of a sudden it’s her new thing. I really don’t know why. I’ve never seen anything like it. I don’t know if it is because she was cooped up for that week or what. I’ve seen her be somewhat interested in them but her thing was crows. And bunnies.

We were at the park where they allow dogs off leash. Well, it’s not official but there are areas scattered here and there where dogs are playing and running free. It seems that off leash are the majority over leashed ones. Before I even knew what happened, she took off like I’ve never seen her run. She almost scaled up a tree chasing one. I’d reel her back in and started tossing the ball to her but she would see one and off she would go into the sea of trees. Then I saw another dog had joined her. They were running in this little mini forest having the time of their life.

Needless to say, the squirrels kept her busy the whole time we were there. She didn’t even want to play ball. She would just keep the ball in her mouth and would sit down only to get up and running once one was in her view, complete with the ball still in her mouth. That’s talent and dedication.

That was our week. Reality T.V., “”The Octopus”, ball and squirrel, and a birthday.