Bleeding Toes & Drunken Old Men. (Warning: GROSS Pictures)

Today was one hell of a day.
Adam and I went down to the shelter, KAPS, to walk dogs with 7 or so other people. Adam and I were handed two pitbulls which are quite rare in Korea ( as we were told ) They were young and quite sweet, Adam got the larger male and I got the younger female to walk. Anyway, there is a park near KAPS, which is really quite nice to walk around and all 9 of us (Adam and I included) took a walk down there. Adams dog, the larger pitbull was dehydrated. He kept stopping, couldn't walk, and throwing up. At the park are water fountains in which the dogs needed a drunk. They were all panting, and all exhausted. People stared, but didn't say anything, and we'd done this before the last time we'd come here, so we really didn't see an issue. Unless you're putting your mouth on anything other than water, what is there to worry about? Well some guy had an issue, and stepped forward, more than likely drunk. He yelled at us, shoo'd us away, and told us he didn't want the dogs drinking there in Korean. So OK, we can respect that, not like our dogs were jumping up drinking it anyway, they were kinda just on the ground, but OK, we get water bottles and pour it over the dogs instead. This guy still has a fucking issue, which resulted in more yelling. He got in one of the KAPS coordinators face and mine at some point, as people were walking, in which I gave him a 'wtf' face, and the coordinator just kind of rolled her eyes. Adam came us asking what the problem was, told us to go, and then this guy is harassing Adam's fucking dog. Adam called him something rude in Korean, the Korean guy yelled "HEYHEYHEY", I came back, told him to Shut Up, and grabbed Adam. In the process, my flip flop broke and my toe skidded on the ground which cut open the skin and bled quite a bit. Fucking sucked.

On the other hand, Artsy and Jamie adopted a little shih tsu they'd been wanting for awhile! It was so cute!! And I have more phone charms which always make me feel better, especially when they're obnoxious. Adam and I also got some things for our apartment which is making it feel a lot more homey! :)

Little Boxes.

So today I decided I wanted to talk about something Korea related. Houses.

Houses here are different then houses in the states. First of all, the houses I have personally seen have all been in alleyways. Alleyways are very common where I live, especially serving as shortcuts for cars to drive down by. (Sometimes it gets quite annoying) But it does come in handy if you want to get somewhere a bit quicker than you might in the states or the UK. In the picture I posted, there is an alley right next to HomePlus which goes down and connects to a series of other alleys. Artsy and I took a Taxi down here before, (and he went a TOTALLY different way than we had both ever witnessed) and he came through the back of THAT alley, where as usually when we come, we just come down the main road (which is in the picture, going left and right) Anyway, the alleyways triple as shortcuts, places to place establishments such as clubs (not like drinking and partying), shops and restaurants, and homes. These homes are usually not viewable, however. Korean homes usually have a high brick wall going all through the alley, with a big gate that you can't see through/past. Next to the gate is a buzzer/intercom where you obviously push the button if you want in. Artsy and I were able to actually "kind of" see past a Korean gate today where were only saw a door with shoes in, but some homes (or apartments, not sure) are a couple of stories high and have a long stairway on the outside.

Korean houses are pretty nifty, and I hope to one day be able to see inside one myself. Until then, I think I'll just keep on trying to inconspicuously look through the cracks or try and look over the wall.

Lets Bitch, THEN Talk.

This blog isn't as "Korea" related as it is "personal" related. But before that, "Boys over Flowers" is playing on Hulu! (A popular Korean drama! Go watch nao!)

Hopefully this coming weekend, Adam and I will be able to buy some decor things for our apartment, since that's had to have been put on a hold. :(. But I'm excited, and I'm going to try and get my mum to mail me my wedding pictures, and have C. Love draw me a picture I can frame. :)

Recently, the thought of going back to the US, to the city I once lived in, makes me feel extremely sick. Not as in, "oh, I just don't want to go." But I physically feel ill and mentally depressed. That place had caused me so much trouble the years I lived there, and I was not happy. Of course, bad stuff can happen to you anywhere you live, but this place was just depressing for me. Our home was in the middle of nowhere, I couldn't just up and leave and be in the city like I can now, and I felt confined. In the month I've lived here, I feel like this is where I'm meant to be at this stage of my life. Despite the language barrier, Korea is a nice and relaxing place to live. Of course, like any place, it has it downfalls at times, but I would rather be here despite them. The plan was for me to come back to Evansville at Christmas. However, Adam and I are doubting that we'll have enough for the flight there, so I'm hoping to convince my parents to come here. Although it would be nice to visit old friends from Evansville, I really do not want to go back. Adam and I both agreed on that. We could go to Japan, or England, for much cheaper and be much more interested. Family is nice, I'd love to see my mum and my dad, but I'd much rather they come here. I don't want to be sitting in Evansville thinking about how I made a big mistake coming back because I feel sick, tired and depressed the whole time, if that makes sense. Nothing to do there! :(

I have a feeling, though, some people will take this in the wrong context and think I'm being dramatic. It's slightly annoying. Like how someone had suggested before I came that I should start making friends with other military wives. I was never really bothered, (although I have made some great friends who are Military wives and expats) I wanted to make friends with KOREANS since I was in Korea. Or how people think I'm "too shy/quiet", when maybe I just don't have anything to say, because your conversation is fucking boring. Just being I don't socialize with your boring friends, doesn't mean I'm anti-social, I'm just particular about who I make friends with, you probably should be too, or you wouldn't have some shitty friends.

I know I'm being totally bitchy here, but I'm just so sick of people judging my actions here, so why would I even want to go back to Evansville?

Latte Mocha Love.

So Adam and I went to KAPS, and made an adoption. We ended up going to the cat area to look, and decided we had fallen in love with a cat there too much. We didn't even go to the dog area, we just adopted the cat. She's a doll. We're torn between the name Latte and Mocha, so I'm just calling her Latte Mocha, or Momo for short. :) She's under my bed, but if I crouch down she'll come over and purr and lick my hand. Adam and I discussed possibly adopting a dog when Dakota is finally adopted. We just couldn't let this little doll go. She's so sweet. Anyway, here are some not-so-fabulous pictures, because she moves a lot. :P But pictures, none the less.

Making Friends Through Animals.

At KAPS, I was recently appointed as someone to help out spread the word about KAPS and hopefully get people rounded together to walk the dogs. Another girl was also assigned this task. We'll name her Artsy and her husband Jamie for the sake of privacy.

Anyway, Artsy and I had recently planned to meet up at KAPS to help out with things. I showed her and Jamie around the cat area, and then we went to the dog shelter to walk some dogs. Adam took 2, a Boston and Shih tzu, Jamie took a Shih tzu, and so did Artsy. I took a Jindo puppy, because he's so mellow and sweet. Anyway, we took them for a walk around the park that I finally know my way to. It's actually really nice, minus the heat and all the people there. I suppose there was some kind of event going on, because there were a lot of older ladies and gentlemen hanging out. Some guy tried to hit my dog, while others tried to pet him. Poor guy looked like he was about to shit himself sometimes. Jamie's dog wanted to "mark his territory" EVERYWHERE, and Adams dog kept breaking loose from it's collar. Needless to say, eventful walk.

After the walk, we wanted to groom a dog since neither of us had ever really done that. There was a little girl there with MATTED fur. I'm talking REALLY matted. We're talking the kind of matted shown in the picture. (Although it's not the dog we were grooming.) Under the poor Maltese's yellow fur, was a beautiful white coat. We spent awhile just trying to cut all the fur off, and it was really sad. It was on its legs, belly, ears, back, neck. We're still planning on coming back and making a project out of sorting her out.

After taking care of that poor doll, we went back to Adam and I's apartment, cleaned up, and went down to Italy&Italy, my favorite restaurant ever. Artsy, obviously, is involved a lot in art, which sounds amazing. I like to draw (when I'm in the mood) and it reminded me of C. Love and how she draws a lot. I was nice that Adam had someone he could "relate" to, with Jamie, and that Artsy and I held a common ground as well. :)

We may adopt an animal soon. Very soon. Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week. God I love animals and new friends. ^^.

Cats ONLY Zone.

Oh Dilemmas! Cats V. Dogs!

I'm a cat person. I love cats, I love kittens, I love meows and purring and cute little eats. I love picking kitties up and stroking them while they lie there. I love their cute little paws, and how they jump up on everything and /big breath/ I just love cats.

In fact, I love just about every animal. But Cats win my vote. I like dogs, too, but they're just so dependent, and that's really my only concern. Going somewhere for the weekend? No problem with a kitty! Big problem with a dog. Kitty needs to potty? Hey! That's what the litter box is for! Have a dog? Different story. Dogs jump up, lick, and bark, and with cats it's a different story. I don't have to worry about a cat running up and licking my hand after it's licked its bits and pieces or worry about taking a kitty out to potty.

Adam, however, loves dogs. He's much more of a dog person than a cat person. I don't think he really understands just how amazing cats are. How amazing their meowing and cuddles can be! Nope, he likes to throw a ball and have a dog bring it back to him so he can throw it... again. He likes to play tug of war with a dog, or take it for a run, or you know... Do what dog lovers do.

The thing, however, is that I already have two beautiful cats. I'm sure they wouldn't care about a new addition, but still! And, Adam and I have wanted a dog for awhile. (We're aiming towards a smaller breed, however.) We considered adopting a dog AND cat, but I doubt that will be happening, and Adam and I plan to continue fostering. I want a dog, I do, but there are quite a few things to consider. We're younger, we live to travel, (if we get a smaller breed we could just put it in a dog carrier and bring it with us, but with a cat, we could just leave it at home for awhile). There are quite a few pros and cons to this. So I created a poll in hopes that someone could try and help us with our decision! Dog, or cat? If you know us, try and base this on our lifestyle. If not, choose your favorite!

Now, please don't get me wrong. I love dogs. I love our foster. And I loved another dog that I nearly adopted, but thought she'd be better off with another family who wanted her, (and I was very right, and she's VERY happy and her new family ADORES her!) I would have loved that dog, and I love Dakota (even though he's not our adopted dog!) Just some things to consider, is all. :)

Picture shown is a particular cat I ADORE at the animal shelter in Daegu. :)

Also, my apologizes for the layout changes on the blog. I'm trying to find the perfect template tonight! :)

No, Really, I Feel Sorry For Him!

This is going to sound like a complete bitchpost to some, and to other, they'll be able to understand and possibly relate.

I feel sorry for homeless people, because contrary to popular belief, their situation wasn't always their fault. I want to help, feed them, cloth them. I really do care. I promise. I really do. If there was a homeless shelter in Daegu, I'd totally volunteer there, but I'm not aware of any at the moment. So before you read on, please don't take me the wrong way when you read this. It's not intended to sound bitchy.

In downtown Daegu, where all the bars are, there is a specific man with long black hair, and raggy clothes. He is obviously a homeless man, or a begger. This specific man must be making a lot of money, however. Each time I've seen him, he has money. I've seen foreigners give him 30,000 won, and him just shove it in his pocket and continue begging. Not to say I don't appreciate homeless people, I just don't appreciate homeless people who beg. Find a job, dude! Just look! Try and make your life better. Anyway, it's not even so much that this specific homeless man begs, it's the fact he stalks, as well. Adam and I happened to pass him last night as we were crossing the road, and he held up his hand. As we continued walking, he starting following us. I mean, really? Thankfully, we dove into another building and he didn't follow us, but I thought it quite rude. He never begs to Koreans, only foreigners, (or so I have seen, at least) but he's always there, every time we go down that side of town. I feel really bad for the guy, but, please little dude, don't follow me.

Bruschetta and Pickles.

I don't have many sentimental objects. I have a bracelet my Chinese friend Blanca (check out her blog here) gave me, a bracelet my Nana gave me, a stuffed animal from my dad I've had since I was a baby, a couple of things my mum gave me, and a ring that was my great grandmas. If I was to lose these, I'd feel heartbroken. A story of my life is in each of those objects. The bracelet Blanca gave me was special to me because she became one of my closest friends very fast, I feel like I gained so much cultural understanding from her. The bracelet from my Nana meant so much because it was given to me just before my wedding, and each little charm has a verse on it. The stuffed animal from my dad I've had since I was a baby was one of my favorites and always will be, and reminds me that although my dad didn't live with me growing up, and at times, we didn't have the best relationship, he's always loved me so much. The ring reminds me of where I came from, my roots, my heritage. It's heartbreaking to consider all of these items could be gone from me in a matter of seconds. So I think I'm buying a safe to make sure these items never leave me until I die.

Onto something Korean.... Pickles.

Okay, Okay... Pickles aren't Korean, they originated somewhere in Europe (according to Wikianswers.) Anyway, Koreans seem to love Pickles. Adam and I celebrated some money we had run into tonight by going to ItalyItaly. (a nice Italian restaurant) Before we were brought our main course we were given a salad, with some Bruschetta and pickles. Yes, Pickles. Who eats pickles with their Italian food? T_T. I don't like Korean pickles, I find them to be extra sour. But seriously, I think Koreans eat pickles with everything. Every time we go out to eat, we're given a side of pickles. I don't know why, but I guess it's the Korean thing to do. I didn't think anything of it at first, but after being to yet another restaurant where they serve pickles, I'm starting to get a tad confused. Could anyone shine some light on why these Korean restaurants insist on giving you pickle side dishes?

Not like it's that big of a deal, though, Adam seems to love them.

Oh No You Didn't.

This isn't worth ranting about, but I'm going to anyway, because I can. Yesterday, Adam and I went to the furniture store to find it was closed. No big deal, right? We turned around and went back to the base. When we pulled up to our parking spot. OURS. It has OUR apartment number on it in BIG white lettering, to find someone had parked there. How rude. Our parking spot is RIGHT NEXT to a vacant one, and then there are some visitor parking spots a few feet away. Is it THAT hard to just get one of those? I wasn't happy. I don't care if your the Chaplains friend, I don't care if you're the fucking Prime Minister of South Africa, go park your ass in the visitor spots.

Urg.

Anyway, Adam saw a dead woman on the road yesterday just after she'd been hit by a car. It seems like death is following us. On Saturday, I stroked a kitty as it slowly died. Depressing shit.

Drinking.

Oh Korea. I really love your alcohol.

Kitty Cats and Koreans.

Lately, I have ben going down to the animal shelter, KAPS, as much and as long as I can. Most of the time, I spend my time with the cats, as I'm much more of a cat person, and sometimes, I think they need it a lot more. A lot of people like dogs, but not many people like cats as much, and seem to think they're independent enough that they don't need human attention as much as dogs do. I think they need it though, so i enjoy spending my time down there sitting down and stroking them and taking pictures of them. Makes me miss my kitties, though. You can see pictures of these beautiful cats, here. I like to go down to the dog shelter as well, and I've especially taken to a little (Yorkie) mix, who is bubbly and sweet. I take him for a walk around the block and he's as happy as day that he's allowed for a walk. So cute.
About pets, however, we seem to be having some serious issues with Dakota in regards to his behavior. He's chewed up 800-1000 dollars worth of furniture, he's peeing and pooping in the house after he JUST did it outside, and he's been biting us in what seems like an aggressive manner. We're confused, annoyed and stressed. It's been a lot to handle.

On a good note, however, I met my Korean friend, Rose, yesterday, who was a veryyyyy sweet girl. She's 24 (23 in Western culture) and her boyfriend Nick is 30. I'm not going to list their Korean names for the sake of privacy, but, she's a very sweet girl. We (Rose, Myself and Adam) went out to eat, and then coffee, (her treat!) and spent the whole night talking about culture and language. She's a great friend to have, and it's very useful when we don't know how to say something or how to communicate. Made me miss C. Love a lot, though. :( I miss you C. Love!

Chopsticks.

I'm pretty embarrassed about last night. Yesterday, I saw Gay Tailor Guy wearing a BLACK shirt, and I guess it overly excited me, since that's the only color other than that creamy white he usually has on. Adam and I went to a really sweet, cheap restaurant where we obviously, like most Korean restaurants, used chopsticks.

Silly Laura was using them upside down without noticing. I have no idea why I didn't look. Anyway, our server came over, saw, laughed at me LOUDLY, ran off and told her friends, and they got me a fork. I wanted to die.

On the plus side, I've been introduced to my new favorite soda, MILKIS. It actually isn't half bad. I'd compare it to cream soda, thanks to Trombone-Lover helping me discover the taste. I came up with "cream soda with A LOT of ice cream." It's one of those beverages, that, when you first try it, you don't know if you like it or not. It's STILL like that for me, actually, but it's still my favorite.

"New feeling of soda beverage."

Nothing like NEW sugar and corn syrup! :)

Little Children.

I like kids. They're alright for the most part, minus the whiney ones, and I'm not a big baby person either. (Your baby drooling is NOT cute.) Anyway, for the most part, I do like children. I like them when they reach 3+. They can talk, and say cute things, and usually form a sentence. The only person I babytalk to is my foster dog, doing it to a baby seems stupid.

However, this post is about how much I dislike the children right outside the base. I don't personally know these children, but they seem to be suicidal. There. I said it. These little brats are crazy and suicidal. Why? Well, let me tell you...

I guess there is something interesting that goes on RIGHT OUTSIDE the base, because there seems to be quite a few kids there. One day, Adam and I were driving along, going 10mph at most, and he coughs, or looks away for what? two seconds? A little girl on a bike just zooms on right infront of him. No kidding. The girls mother had STOPPED, while this little crazy kid was wanting to get hit my a car. What makes it better is she actually STOPPED infront of the car. Adam stopped just in the nick of time, but, really little girl? You come infront of the car and then STOP? You're like that deer I hit a year a go, that ran out in the road when I was going 5mph, ran back into the grass, waited for me to speed up and ran back out and got hit.

The second incident was when Adam and I were casually driving a long, yet again, outside the base, when this little girl in some karate attire ran infront of us. She didn't even peek behind the truck parked there. Just ran out. She managed to say "WOAH!!!!" Giggled to her friend, and then run out again. Hello! We just stopped because we thought you were going to get hit, the least you could do is wait for us to pass, since you gave us a heart attack and everything, we might just have to turn around and go to the hospital. Glad your amused. Run along now little karate kid, I really hope those karate skills save you when you run infront of another fucking car.


Urg.

HOMEPLUS!

Tonight I'm finally going down to the KAPS shelter here in Daegu! Exciting!

Also, the plan is to go over to Homeplus soon, as well, since Adam gets paid this week. It's a couple of stories high, but most things are here. It's a very crowded place. >.<

Gay Tailor Guy.

I'm getting people pestering and bothering me about not being online as much. I've been busy. I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I have a foster puppy that requires a lot of attention and a husband that requires just as much. On the bright side, my goal is to keep this updated as much as possible. Right now, honestly, I'm trying to find a schedule for myself. I'm hopefully meeting up with a KAPS volunteer tomorrow and being shown around, so I can start volunteering. Which, I think, would be a great thing for me. :)! I'm hoping to foster, or possibly adopt a dog I've been looking at for awhile, which I think Dakota (or Cootie, as we call him) will need. He likes other animals. :) I feel like I need to get involved in something though. I'm glad I can help out the animals at the shelter! ^^. Gives me something to be proud of.

Moving on,

The title of my blog is "Gay Tailor Guy." I feel like I should shine a light on the man who I see nearly every single day outside Camp Walker. He owns a tailor store about 3 to 5 stores down from the entrance, and stands at his door with his sunglasses on his head, whiteish cream shirt and cool jeans. He doesn't actually, ever wear anything different. (And you really think he would, considering he's a tailor.) But no, not gay tailor guy!

It's hard to tell if people are gay here, anyway. Korean men are quite metro-sexual, as well as uh... touchy. It's not uncommon to see men holding hands, caressing each other, playing with each others hair. To many westerners, this is considered gay. I mean, honestly, what Western man would NOT think it was "gay" if another man came up rubbing his leg and giggling like a girl. Here in Korea? It's just friendly! :) I've heard of this anyway, so it was no surprise to me when I landed here. My husband Adam likes to poke fun at them, jokingly, though. I think it's cute! :)

HERRREEE DOGGY DOGGY DOGGY

One thing I cannot stand about Korea is when you're walking your dog, 85% of the time, people try and call him over.

I mean, it's not that big of a deal since Dakota has the attention span of a fish, but what if he pulled me right over there and started jumping on them? Koreans don't like big dogs, so why call one over? It gets on my nerves. :/

When we walk down the street, people either glare (I'm thinking because of Dakota.) they want to pet him, or they shy away. Example, the other day we were walking down an alley and saw two young boys. As soon as they saw Dakota they said "OHHHH" and walked single file on the other side of the alley. However, the guard at the gate, who lets us on base, was incredibly interested in Dakota, and through broken english tried to tell us about how Huskies were once very popular in Korea, but now Korean's only like small dogs.

We see a lot of pet stores here. A lot with kittens, puppies (small breed) and most of these puppies and kittens end up in a shelter. It's really sad. My goal is to start volunteering at the animal shelter in Daegu super soon.

On a side note, Adam got a parking ticket last night. We can't read it, it's all in Korean. I wonder if we can get away with not paying it, either. n _ n !

Dakota.

It's been quite a few days since I last posted... So where was I?


Adam has a two day week today, which is nice having him home. Ummm. Oh. And we got a puppy.
Okay, well, he's not really "ours" per say. We're fostering him. His name was Juno, we renamed him Dakota. We're fostering for an animal shelter here in Daegu... The only animal shelter, actually. They were close to euthanasing him because he chews walls, he's young, and has a lot of energy. And really, they couldn't afford having their stuff destroyed. Anyway, he's a good dog. Very sweet, just has a lot of enery built up. Adam and I adore him though, and we're hoping he finds a good home soon.

(my email is lauraallover@live.com if anyone is interested, lol!)

This is only a brief message, and I'm sorry. :(! I just don't have the time atm to blog. By tonight or tomorrow, I should, though. :)

The Art of Being a Fascinating Foreigner .

I decided to take a break from talking about my new home, my new life, etcetcetc, to touch on some things in Korea.

I've read many expat blogs about Koreans who will stare at you, and most of those times, I kind of shrugged it off. First of all, I live on a military base, so I thought that maybe Koreans were used to seeing foreigners and it was no big deal. Wrong.

People stare at you all the time, you can see it in your peripheral vision, you can feel it on the back of your head, and you can tell when you turn around and they look away. A lot of the time, they will stare, you will look at them and smile and they turn away like nothing happened. I find it cute. Some people will smile right back, bow, or wave. It's endearing and sweet. Whatever. Sometimes I end up putting sunglasses on and hoping to dear god that no one can tell I'm white, but I think it's obvious, despite the glasses. Some people glance at you, others ignore you, some will stare for what feels like forever, and school girls will look at you, giggle, and whisper to their friends. Again, sometimes it's quite endearing, and others its just plain tiring. If you see another foreigner, they generally ignore you.

Most of the time, Koreans are kind, generous, friendly and helpful (excluding when they drive.) As I was told by a couple of friends, the Korean chaplain that lives next door is extremely kind and generous, and I feel this is how a lot of Koreans are. They go out of their way, 100%, sometimes. However, even with being here for a few weeks, I have still encountered racism. For example, the time I went to Woobang Land and sat down, a Korean lady looked over, scoffed, and got up to sit somewhere else. It was kind of sad, but I never let it get too me, I can't really change my race, can I?

Another thing about Korea that I thought people exaggerated about, was the change of last minute plans. I hate this the most. The internet guy, on Friday, was due to come at 10. At 10, I got a call saying he'd be at 2, and would call an hour before he got there. At 2, I get a call saying he is THERE. I had to run out in the pouring rain to escort him inside, during which I ended up slipping and banging my head. Another example? Last minute, a lady invited me to go to Beoun with her, which I had to reject because I already had plans for that day. Very frustrating and not something I think I could get used to anytime soon. In fact, I'm glad I'm not a teacher, I've heard of administrators making last minute plans constantly.

On a side note, on the 15th I think I want to go down to a Cafe place called "Vins Avenue" around here. It looks really sweet. I just wish C. Love was here to enjoy it with me.

Our Home Is Finally.. Well.. Home! :D

God do I have a lot of stuff to ramble about. First of all, our house! These are the videos: Beginning

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P3OMTvHb_9c

and End.

http://www.youtube.com/user/lauraallover#p/u/0/vQMKX1Z7W8E

We tried our best to "transform" the apartment into our home, instead of just a house. (If that makes sense!) We're throwing a party tonight with Avacado and Jersey, actually! :) I really like this place, the only complaints Adam and I have is the plug ins. They are placed in the WEIRDEST places; and the radiators. They're everywhere, and they take up a lot of space, which is annoying. Besides that, everything is great, our neighbor is the Chaplin and his family, (which is funny, considering I'm an athiest) and the people around here are generally very sweet. Adam and I have been really good with grocery shopping, we've managed to buy a lot for quite cheap, which has been GREAT, and we've nearly stocked up our whole fridge. Our major needs at the moment is some more plates, cookware, dishes, etc, a trashcan and shoe holder. Maybe more some "homey" stuff too, like pictures/picture frames, candles, etc. A lot of the furniture in here, we don't need / wont use, so we're using a spare room for storage.

Now, onto the Husky. His current name is "Juno" and he was abandoned by an American couple, who decided he was too big to take home. They ended up dropping him off at the shelter. He's 6 months old, and in a small area and not getting the help he needed, and was pretty closed to getting "put down". The Foster of the Golden that Adam and I were planning on adopting decided she wanted to adopt her, so Adam and I looked for another dog, and stumbled across Juno. Poor guy. We're only fostering him at the moment, but if a time arises where we feel we would like to adopt him, I'm pretty sure we have that option. He is going to need A LOT of training, so I guess it's a good job I'm at home a lot and Adam works out a lot. If his home isn't with us, then we will do our best to make sure he finds a good one

Somewhere Called Home.

No kids, I'm not dead, I'm very much alive.

Internet access has been hard to get since moving into our home, but we should get internet tomorrow morning! Hopefully!! Then I can finally post my videos and pictures.

Basically, we have a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom apartment. It's REALLY nice, on the 5th floor, and has a great view. We're fostering a 6 month old Husky who was close to being faced with euthanasia, (irresponsible owners!) and we're settling in nicely. The apartment is nearly all clean, which is a BIG relief, because we've had clothes everywhere and crap laying around for a couple of days. We've been able to buy some appliances and such for our home, which has been super nice, and has taught us a lottt about budgeting.

:) Hope to post my videos soon, though and show people our new home!