Shopping for Puppy

I don’t know if uneventful trips to Walmart exist, but I have never been blessed with such an experience if they do. Two nights ago I made a quick run to Walmart to grab a few last minute items as I was scheduled to adopt a puppy yesterday (adoption successful! Pictures will follow shortly).

I made my way through the aisles gathering the items from my list: puppy chow, a leash, a collar, shampoo, and a baby gate. Roland had tagged along for the trip and we were standing in front of the chew toy section when we were approached by our first visitor. She was wearing a camo jacket and carrying no items that seemed to come from our surrounding aisles, but she seemed to have been eavesdropping quite successfully.

“What kind of dog are you getting? Oh you’re adopting? Thank you so much for adopting! We have a 6 month old puppy that chews on such and such.” On and on the conversation went. I didn’t actually have to participate too much. It ended with her suggesting that I buy no toys for my puppy, but instead collect 2-liter soda bottles to crush down and give her. “My puppy puts his front paws on the bottle and slides the around the whole house like he’s skate boarding.”  Adorable image, but it was getting late and I was hoping for a quick trip. She thanked me for adopting again and walked away.

Just as we were walking away from the aisle, the passionate Dog Rescuer reappeared with, “A dog bone that you just have to buy! Only $5.87 in Walmart instead of $15 in PetSmart. It will last forever!” (I bought the thing, but I’ll have to take her word for it on how long it will last as my dog has yet to touch).

We make our escape, with a few polite thank yous. Her suggestions were good, but presented a bit enthusiastically for the hour of the night.

We headed for the register, approaching what appeared to be an average Walmart cashier. As the cashier noticed my plethora of dog related items, he began asking questions and I began to regret not using the self-checkout line.

He asked what breed of dog I’m adopting and I responded saying she is a lab mix. “Mixed with what?” he inquires. “I don’t know”, I reply. “Well you need to have her tested!” “Oh really…” I respond with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. This unfortunately does not deter him. He proceeds to launch into a lecture regarding the importance of knowing. He has a St Bernard, Rottweiler, and Shepherd mix and, “He pulled my girlfriend off the back of a moving 4-wheeler!”

“Well that sounds painful,” I responded dryly while marveling at the fact that this person had a girlfriend. “NO, she was protecting her!” This unfortunately sparked a resurgence in his lecture.  I was done trying to be polite and silently waited for my receipt as he continued his monologue. Apparently at some point the social cues set in because he apologized if he had been rude. I just nodded and smiled as I pushed my cart away. Free at last. Until next time, Walmart.


New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve is the holiday that Roland and I spend together. We’re not married and our families live hours apart from each other, so Thanksgiving and Christmas are both out.  Last year we went to Boston, where some of my family lives, and participated in First Night Boston.  This year, we decided to save some money and stick around our local area as we are planning a big trip in the spring. This was a New Year’s Eve, unplanned.

We considered a lot of options as there are three local Ball Drop celebrations in the area.  However, it didn’t feel like New Year’s Eve to watch a two foot paper creation drop ten feet as compared to the Waterford Crystal masterpiece I have watched dropping 141 feet in sixty seconds on television for the past twenty years.

We made a run to the grocery store to pick up some wine for the evening’s activities.  It was during this trip that I had a, “You know you’re getting old when…” moment.  In the grocery store Roland talked me into buying a box of wine instead of a bottle.  This whole box thing is a new experience for me as I have only ever purchased bottles.  I got a few funny looks carrying the box to the register. But it wasn’t until I reached the cashier and looked down to get my wallet that I realized that I, in fact, looked somewhat ridiculous.  I was wearing slippers and sweatpants while carrying a box of wine through the grocery store… on New Year’s Eve. After this realization, it became immediately imperative that we go out and act our age (even though we still came home to watch the ball drop on tv).

My roommate and a few friends joined in when we decided to head to downtown Salisbury’s first New Year’s Eve street party.  They had a New Year’s Resolution board for the community to sign which was fun. I’m not much of a resolutioner, but I tried it out this year. My resolution is to follow my dreams of travelling more. Here are a few of my friends signing their resolutions to the board.





It was freezing outside, so we didn’t stay for too long. Before we headed home, we made a stop at a local bar that was away from the festivities. Roland and me sporting our Mardi Gras beads from the street party.


We celebrated the New Year in my living room as planned. We watched the traditional ball drop and toasted the new year with a bottle of champagne and a few poppers.

This is the remnants of the poppers in my living room floor.


It was a nice, simple, and inexpensive evening that turned out better for being unplanned.


Rocket Launch

It’s been a while since I’ve shared my life’s adventures, but that doesn’t mean that nothing has been happening.  Just that I’ve been out experiencing life and attempting to live out the motto this blog was started with.  Over the next few days I’ll try to make a few posts to highlight some major, and some not so major (because that’s what life really is), events in my life. Here is the first one!

What started as an average evening at home, turned into an adventure rather quickly.  My roommate, the science teacher, got a call reminding her that there was a rocket launching from the Wallop’s Island Flight Facility.  The launch was predicted to be able to be seen all up and down the East Coast.  She watched the live feed with enthusiasm, all of the checks and re-checks verifying that everything was good to go.



When it got closer to the launch time, she and Roland were both insistent that we drive out into a field to make sure that we have a clear view of the launch. I wanted to stand in the front yard and watch it, but was voted down as there are trees and houses obstructing the view. My argument, if the launch could be seen in Canada within 180 seconds, I was pretty sure we could view it over the trees when we were in the 0 seconds from launch to sighting area, got ignored quite dramatically.  So, off we drove, my two roommates, one girlfriend, my boyfriend, and me.  All piled into a car together. We parked on the side of a back road and walked out into a field. I brought snacks (they’re in the bag).


We kept the live feed going on Sami’s iPad just to make sure everything was still on schedule. After a few minutes we saw this.



Yup, all this for a small speck of light speeding toward the night sky. It was a very anticlimactic moment, but an adventure none the less. The video of the launch in the link below is much more dramatic than what was witnessed at our viewing location. You can also see a map of the East Coast and expected sighting times (the one that shows how many seconds post-launch it will take for North Carolina and Maine to see the rocket).

This is experience was definitely one in which the joy was found in the journey. But, hey, now I can say I’ve watched a rocket launch!