Oh, Canada!

So I know that no one will really, truly care about what I write here, but since the trend for blogging is growing, who would I be not to folllow in suit and be fashionable, eh? That's right, I'm 0.0001 Canadian.

Anyway, as I lay here in bed next to my dog who is panting his little brains out (He doesn't fend well in the heat, and quite frankly, neither do I. It makes us both cantakerous.), it only reiterates the fact that the story of my life is probably not blog worthy.  It actually seems pretty blase and common.  To me, however, it is laying in bed next to my panting dog that make me feel most lucky. Not only because because he is the cutest dog in the entire world, which you will be able to see for your own eyes throughout the series of Dave photos that will be posted throughout the lifetime of this blog, but because aside from a few people in my life, he could care less how boring I am.  In fact, I think that he is even more boring than I am- gasp! I mean he gets up in the morning, lays in bed pouting while he watches me get ready with his "sad" eyes, then he goes in his cage, gets out of his cage, lays on our bed again and chews on a bone, a toy, or Kyle's sock, then he lays on the top of the couch and looks out the window (or bonks his head against it repeatedly), then goes back to the bed to lay on it while we sleep.  Aside from the periodic trips O-U-T-S-I-D-E he is a huge fluff ball of boringness.  He fits into my life perfectly..

This is not to say that I have an all the time boring life, nor is this to say that I don't enjoy the times of my life that I would classify as "boring". I couldn't handle the life that some people have where they go, go, go all the time.  I do that for about ten hours everyday at work (hence the title of this blog site), so the last thing I want to do when I get home is GO anywhere (except, of course, to take Dave O-U-T-I...you get it).  It is funny how things change in life and how times I would have considered boring years ago are now like finding precious jewels.  When I find time to just do nothing, I feel like I have found a rift in the space time continuum. I used to die at the thought of staying in, and now I welcome it.  It almost sounds as if I welcome death, but you knew what I meant.

As I keep typing on and on and on, I am beginning to realize how much of a fail this first blog is. On a scale of 1 to 10 it is about 0.0001, or we can think of it like this: Emily is to Canadian, as this blog's greatness is to_______.

I will try again tomorrow.