When Ben asked me to guest post, I was like “DUH, do you even have to ask?” Then he was said, “I know, write about puppies!”. Actually it was more like, “I don’t care what you write. Pictures. Dog. Now.” I’m pretty sure at that second I died and went to guest blogger heaven. I was more than thrilled to comply. My whole blog is puppies. I’m also pretty sure that’s the only reason people read my blog. It should be called Edie is Lovely! Not That Broad Who Writes Here Normally!
If you haven’t guessed by now, it’s me, Jamie from Oh! How Lovely! And seriously, with an intro like that, how could you NOT know?
As some of you know, a little wiener dog fell into my possession. He is much like the famous, little pooch Calvin of NOR. Since I couldn’t steal Calvin away from Ben, I had to get my own! His coloring is a little different and one of his eyes is half blue. He’s all kinds of sweet and loves to cuddle. The downside is, he is permanently attached to my little corgi puppy’s neck. 
He is only a few months older than her and still has all the puppy energy that Edie has, so it was like a match made in heaven. I couldn’t separate these two with a tire iron. I’ve been trying to take photos of him all week but he won’t sit still. I tried though, Ben! You know I couldn’t leave Edie out of this even if I wanted to! This is pretty much my life for the past week, I walk around with a big blur of brown, black and white fur trailing behind me.
My new little guy was given the unfortunate name of Smokey McLuvin. Yes, I said Smokey McLuvin. He WILL get beat up at the dog park with a name like that. I’m calling up on you, readers of NOR, to help me coming up with a new name for this pup.
He deserves better. Look at this face. 
This is not the face of a Smokey McLuvin.
Help me name this poor pup. Or I’ll be forced to name him Calvin Jr.
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8:30?? I’m jealous.
Aww. I am totally going to be 25 at the end of the month… but it feels more like 65 sometimes. Glad to see I’m not alone.
P.S. I went to bed at 8:30 last night. Still hurt really bad to get out of bed this morning.
At least you crazy kids still know how to get down and get funky!
My best friend (*cough* TIA *cough*) and I can rarely actually ever PLAN anything– we’re more fly-by-the-seat-of-our-clearly-fabulous-pants, call-half-an-hour-before-lunch-for-impromptu-get-togethers (and potential poisonings!) type people.
You are both adorable. Now let’s see that pie chart!
I definitely hear this….I just wish I had someone to commiserate with my homeownership/relationship phase etc. I don't think I would feel as old if I wasn't the only person I know not working shift work & in a long term relationship.
And also who was married.
But that's okay, that's what the internet is for right?
Aww, cute. I love friends like that!
Ok, I was laughing so hard…this was a great post…and sounds like me and my BFF’s…we are about 10 years older though
…such were the days when I was jumping around to New Kids on the Block (yes I went there) and listening to Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch wearing neon colored clothes and bangs that went as high I humanly possible… And now, my 2 year old slams her door in my face, I work 50+ hrs in a restaurant where some of my employees act younger than my kid, and coffee is what keeps my engine going! Whew thanks for the vent. I actually charted this for you so if you need an excel spreadsheet sent over let me know 
Make sure you keep minutes and properly publicize the agenda before you meet again.
you know there’s an 80sb disguised as 20sb group on 20sb, right?
awe, that’s sweet. I am the same when it comes to visiting the bestie…lame. but I hate LA traffic…still lame. Also, I’m 32 and still hoping that someday {in the near future} I’ll own a home – comfortably …lol…again, LA ….maybe we should move.
I hate you all for being so much younger than me.
Jump On It! Such a great spontaneous dance party song.
I definitely know the feeling about wanting to crawl into bed at 9!!!
I will echo what some others have said, it only gets worse.
Which is especially sucky when you are single.
Did you send out your meting minutes within 24 hours of the meeting, and did you include the sign in sheet? That is vital…VITAL!!!
Ben, it only gets worse, my friend. Last weekend I went to wine party which usually ends up with us passing out like kittens at 3am, but this year, most of us went home before 1am.
So sad.
you’re amazing.
keep your eye on the prize.
scarlett o’hara taught us all that land was the only thing worth fighting for, bless her scheming heart and hoop-skirted ass.
I try not to let The Oldness drag me into that deep, dark depression that it calls home.
My husband person, long time friends and I frequently enjoy bouts of completely immature fun. It’s quite rejuvenating.
Then we return to our home loans.
Sigh.
I feel you. I’d say in the last year I’ve really become a home body. It takes convincing to get me to get ready and go out. Although once I do I have tons of fun and don’t come home until the wee hours. But it just keeps getting worse and worse. I used to be a party whore. I am a bit older than you though at 29. I’m nearing 30! AHHH!!!!
If I could shave my head so I would have more money for booze I so would.
Are you telling people to get off your lawn yet?
Because thats the true test.
wow you sound so much older than the ripe young age of 23!
and bed at 9pm?? I’m pushing 30 and still don’t go to bed at 9pm. I refuse to. So even though I’m extremely tired at 8pm, I’m like a toddler fighting to stay away until atleast 9:15. 
I feel like I’m in your same boat–when did 23 become the new 63?
Oh…I’m 24 going on OLD too. I’m such a hermit. It’s sad. I get my kicks from knitting parties. (PS… I heart you. If we went to college together, you and I would have created crazy havoc. I found you through Tia)
What are you trying to say about people with buzzed hair??? Huh???
I know exactly how that is! And unfortunately, it’s me scheduling friends in during the brief five days twice each year I might visit “home,” nearly 500 miles away.
And then catching up via text messages once a month. It’s sad.
I’m getting old and tired but I have the additional problem of being a bit of an insomniac. Some nights I want to curl up in bed at 9 but can’t fall asleep until 1. Le Sigh.
I hear you about the scheduling and emails and organization it takes just to get together for a coffee though.
I know quite a few guys that used to believe the same thing as you did. That alcohol was more important than haircuts. Sadly some of them still feel that way.
Believe me, I’m 35 and going on retired. 10 years of resting doesn’t cut it.
The graduate school budget is, I think, the easiest in the world to follow: don’t buy ANYTHING because you have no money. See? Simple.
Most nights, I do feel like crashing early, but school generally keeps me awake late into the night and then gets me up early the next morning. I’m so ready to be done.
great post! Sounds like you had fun
im 17 , so i yet to know what you’re talking about.
And LOL at maxie’s comment – i spat my crackers out on my keyboard. Thanks for that :p
Oh, Sir Mix-a-Lot. He’s always the Life of the Party.
Sometimes alcohol is way more important than hair…
Im glad you recognize this great truth.
I’m impressed and a titch envious of your knuckledown-edness in life. I am still floating through apartments, part-time jobs and something that resembles a university education (or so they tell me). I am intrigued to know about your exploits in the suburbs – are they still the forbidden havens they used to be – or am I about ten years out of date on that?
I blame it on all this so called “work” we have to do. Who came up with that lame idea?
It sounds more like you are 23-going-on-professional-administrative-assistant.
I totally picture you guys with iPhones going through your schedules, with a bluetooth in your ears and a belt holster for your phones. You know, the uniform of really really busy people…
Oh, I totally get that. Add that to random aches and pains, the occasional memory lapse…Good times ahead!
See, if I still lived on PEI, by now I’d be married with at least two kids. Halifax seems to allow people to extend their adolescence in this really odd way… On one hand I love it because it means I can still go out and not feel weird. On the other hand it’s weird seeing my 35-year-old friend still livin’ it up at Retro Night.
In conclusion, I think I’m ready to be old.
It’s sad, but I can completely relate to this. My friends and I always put our date nights into our Outlook calendars. Then at least meetings can’t creep up in those spots. Sometimes I loathe being a big girl.
I’m sort of on the same page as Maxie there. Doh. Don’t be old, Ben! 23 is far too young to stop being ridiculous.
see heres my problem… I’m old and tired but i’m SINGLE, so I really should be “getting out there” and finding myself a man to pay for me to live.
or at least to have sex with.
Either way I feel you on being ready to retire in florida
Ben, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed hearing that you, a hot 23 year old guy, is going to bed at the same time as me, a tired 34 year old mommy.
It makes me feel a little less lame and a little more like one of the cool kids.
Party on! ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Wait til you are 30, youll be acting like a teenager every weekend again…
P.s when you’ve found your man there is obviously no reason to go out on the town
It is what it is. I try to alternate between acting 86 and 16.
Aw you guys sound so adorably OLD. I love it. I’m 24 going on retired so you’re preaching to the converted.
I totally get it. But at least you make it sound so darn cute!