Chrissy's Blog

Travis took me on a date to the Sparks Marina. We have been dating so long that sometimes we spend our time together playing Lego Star Wars on the XBOX or laying around together. It was nice to go on the classic dinner date. We are also both stressed about our cross-country move, and it was a needed escape from it all. We had dinner, then walked around the lake as the sun set. We didn’t realize just how long that walk would be until we were about two-thirds the way around. I am sporting two tiny blisters on my feet from the high-heels. Well worth it though.

Danguole and I had our weekly date at Bibo’s coffeehouse. Usually we snag some couches in the back and knit. This time however, we wanted to get together to work on a website. Once we were all seated with our respective drinks, we discovered that Bibo’s does not have internet. Poop! So we both played solitaire on our computers and chatted. Another lovely old lady date!

Mondays suck. Most everyone with the ol’ 9-5 agrees. At the hospital, it’s the craziest, busiest day. When I run into other Renown employees, we usually great each other with a standard “How’s it going?” On this particular day of the week the answer is always, “Ugh, it’s Monday.” The other person shrugs and agrees.

However, the shining light is that I always come home feeling down about another rough start to a week. I plop down in front of my computer, only to realize. “Yes! It’s Monday! The crossword today is going to be so easy!” It completely turns my day around, and for that I am very grateful on a weekly basis. I almost finished this one, but had a rough time with the bottom left corner. I usually can’t finish the Monday but can almost always manage to finish the Tuesday. An enigma in my life.

When I came home this morning, I found my mom bathing our dog Chaucer Bing. He hates this. My mom, who often speaks on behalf of the dog, claimed he was saying, “Just when I get a good stink going, you people do this to me. It’s humiliating.” I believe that is probably a good estimation of what was running through his mind at the moment. Once he is done being bathed, he stands in the bath for a couple of minutes, vigorously attempting to rid himself of the cleanliness and the water. I happened to get the perfect shot of him shaking the water from his fur.

Travis and I went to the Eldorado’s BBQ, Blues, and Brews festival in downtown Reno. It felt like summer with the heat, the cold beer, and the hundreds of drunk Renoites. We both foolishly wore new shoes, and our dogs were barking quickly. We were lucky to find two spare chairs near the stage in the shade where we rested our feet, took turns fetching more beer, and listened to the blues music. The people watching was also in top condition. The best and the worst of our Reno were out in full force. Always entertaining.

Friday night was dull. I was exhausted from working earlier than usual and just having a stressful week. When I got home I put on the “Thesaurus” shirt that Travis bought be a couple of weeks ago, when he went on an online shopping spree purchasing a variety of Jurassic-inspired t-shirts. I don’t often wear shirts with writing, but I can’t help but love this one. I stayed in that night with the intention of reading, much like the dinosaur on my shirt. However, I got caught up watching Ken Burn’s “Civil War” documentary instead.