Friday, June 29, 2012

Dogs named Gret(t)a.

I'm going to give my parents the benefit of the doubt and assume that they didn't intentionally give me a dog name.

Buuuuut they did.

I know this because on our walk the other morning, I heard a lady yelling my name. I thought it was one of my buddies, out and about with their very own dogbaby, just saying hi to me. But this yelling was not the friendly, get-your-friend's-attention kind of yell. It was much more of a would-you-just-stop-doing-that-bad-thing-you're-doing kind of yell. I was being good, so I knew it wasn't meant for me. It was meant for a dog—named Gret(t)a.

That makes five dogs named Gretta that I've had the pleasure to meet and/or hear about. And the third time I thought I was being busted by a stranger who was just yelling at his or her ill-behaved (though well-named) pooch.

I feel pretty good about it. I've joined the ranks of other ladies with disyllabic depression-era names that have become popular among pet owners: the Hazels, Rubies, Daisies, and Betties. It's not bad company.

Also, there's this precious book that I found while I was working at YOLK last Tuesday. It's about a couple of doxies who fall in love. One is super long and one has a super cool name.

Don't worry. You're not a bad person. The innuendo is there and it is hilarious. Feel free to apply it wherever you feel it fits.

And for good measure, here's one of my dog with a human name.


You're welcome.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

A Weekend Post

For a month and a half, I've been looking toward to this weekend with dread. In the world of the CSU-sters like myself, it's known as week nine of the ten week quarter (or as I like to call it, second-to-worst week). It's all grading and writing and worrying and student conferences and grading before the final week of class. And it can be traumatic, my friends. I tried to make it easier on myself by having some student conferences last Thursday and Friday. Have you ever had student conferences? They're that magical moment in the quarter when your students actually start to give a crap. Also, it's that time when it's just a little too late for them to start caring. You have to say things like, "well, I think the words you've made up here might not fly for your final draft" or "I hate to say it, but if you want to pass college English, these subjects and verbs are going to have to agree."

So, there was that. But here's the wondrous thing: this weekend was truly delightful. I know. I'm as surprised as you are. There was puppy snuggling:

And there was a Saturday off (a Saturday off?!) from the job which freed up some laundry time:

Did you know you can take your dog to Silver Lake Suds? You can! And you can take your laptop for paper-grading purposes, too. 

Additionally, there was date night. Too much Mexican food (¡Ay! Lo siento, estómago mío...) followed by an unproductive trip to the ArcLight where we did not end up seeing Moonrise Kingdom on account of we couldn't get two seats next to each other. My apologies, misters Murray and Anderson.

Instead we went across the street to Amoeba where we came home with a handful of bargain dvds. (What is the blue ray?)

I had every intention of enjoying Steve McQueen and rocky road. Instead, I slumbered in the arms of my dog. And now we've come full circle.