So I got an early Birthday present from the City today...a big fat speeding ticket! :( Generally speaking I almost always watch my speed and try to be conscious of the limit...so much so that the last time I got a ticket was 10 years ago...after my 16th birthday. It's so frustrating. What a waste of money. I would rather set my $120 on fire than to pay it to the City.
At least the cop was nice. He bumped my speed down so it wouldn't go on my record or my insurance and so it would be the lowest ticket cost. Still doesn't help this annoyed feeling of disgust for myself go away any faster.
Happy early Birthday to me.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Self-Loving Bride
The fact that this bride's dress looks like she threw up on it isn't enough, but she had to go and replicate herself into her wedding cake:
Read about it here.
Read about it here.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Simon is spoiled
Mike and I have a rule in our house that Simon is not allowed to have any form of people food. Growing up, our dogs only ate people food, which played a part in their deaths, so I made a conscious decision not to make the same mistake with Simey. Even on holidays, he only gets a "bite" of ham. Even my mom has to be reminded that she can't spoil her granddog with food like she does my niece.
A couple of months ago, I was finishing up a bowl of cereal when I looked down at my feet to see Simon looking up with me with his sweet little eyes like he does every other time we are eating. Funny how even after two years of us not giving him anything from our plates, he still begs and expects to get something. As I started to take my bowl of milk to the sink to pour out, Simey caught me in a weak moment. I bent down, held out the bowl, and let him take a few licks out of the bowl. He was in heaven. After about 5 licks (a tease mostly), I took the bowl from him, quickly toweled off his chin so as not to give me away, rinsed out my bowl and went on with my day.
To my surprise, the next morning when I started eating my bowl of cereal, Simon had jumped out of bed (he sleeps in with Mike until I leave), crawled into the kitchen and sat at my feet. He wanted more milk. Little stinker! What had I started??
So for a couple of months, this has been a daily routine when I eat cereal for breakfast. Even if he is dead asleep or looking out the window intently or playing with a toy (which is rarely the case since I get up at 5:15), the moment I stand up to walk my bowl to the sink, he stops what he is doing and comes running. It's actually gotten pretty cute to watch him sit at my feet patiently waiting for me to finish so he can have his dose of pleasure for the day.
This morning was no different. I got my bowl out of the cabinet, fixed it with cereal and sat down to eat. As I looked over into the living room, there he sat: cute as a bug watching me, the fur on his face smashed from sleeping on it funny, and his eyes so sleepy he can barely keep them open. But he sat there and waited. When I finished, he ran over got his 5 or 6 licks in and then ran straight back to bed. He is spoiled rotten. But I love him dearly!
A couple of months ago, I was finishing up a bowl of cereal when I looked down at my feet to see Simon looking up with me with his sweet little eyes like he does every other time we are eating. Funny how even after two years of us not giving him anything from our plates, he still begs and expects to get something. As I started to take my bowl of milk to the sink to pour out, Simey caught me in a weak moment. I bent down, held out the bowl, and let him take a few licks out of the bowl. He was in heaven. After about 5 licks (a tease mostly), I took the bowl from him, quickly toweled off his chin so as not to give me away, rinsed out my bowl and went on with my day.
To my surprise, the next morning when I started eating my bowl of cereal, Simon had jumped out of bed (he sleeps in with Mike until I leave), crawled into the kitchen and sat at my feet. He wanted more milk. Little stinker! What had I started??
So for a couple of months, this has been a daily routine when I eat cereal for breakfast. Even if he is dead asleep or looking out the window intently or playing with a toy (which is rarely the case since I get up at 5:15), the moment I stand up to walk my bowl to the sink, he stops what he is doing and comes running. It's actually gotten pretty cute to watch him sit at my feet patiently waiting for me to finish so he can have his dose of pleasure for the day.
This morning was no different. I got my bowl out of the cabinet, fixed it with cereal and sat down to eat. As I looked over into the living room, there he sat: cute as a bug watching me, the fur on his face smashed from sleeping on it funny, and his eyes so sleepy he can barely keep them open. But he sat there and waited. When I finished, he ran over got his 5 or 6 licks in and then ran straight back to bed. He is spoiled rotten. But I love him dearly!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Thursday, January 03, 2008
2008
Things I am most looking forward to in 2008:
My trip to Ireland
My birthday
The new shopping center opening up on Hwy 75 and 71st Street
My trip to New York
Our annual meeting in Vegas (wow, I'm going to be traveling a lot!)
Writing more music
Seeing Michael Buble in concert
My 5 year employment anniversary with SEG (more vacation ha ha)
Weddings
A year full of change
Things I am least looking forward to in 2008:
The presidential election...political campaign ads only annoy me
Seeing a good friend move east
The drama of the holidays
Bad weather
A year full of change
Did I mention the election??
My trip to Ireland
My birthday
The new shopping center opening up on Hwy 75 and 71st Street
My trip to New York
Our annual meeting in Vegas (wow, I'm going to be traveling a lot!)
Writing more music
Seeing Michael Buble in concert
My 5 year employment anniversary with SEG (more vacation ha ha)
Weddings
A year full of change
Things I am least looking forward to in 2008:
The presidential election...political campaign ads only annoy me
Seeing a good friend move east
The drama of the holidays
Bad weather
A year full of change
Did I mention the election??
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
The 12 Days of Vacation
On the first day of vacation, this is what I did: finished my "Lost" puzzle.
On the second day of vacation, this is what I did: went to two scheduled appointments.
On the third day of vacation, this is what I did: finished three scrapbook projects.
On the fourth day of vacation, this is what I did: cleaned four rooms in my house.
On the fifth day of vacation, this is what I did: watched FIVE DVDs from Blockbuster.
On the sixth day of vacation, this is what I did: went to six family functions.
On the seventh day of vacation, this is what I did: tried on seven new outfits.
On the eighth day of vacation, this is what I did: took eighty-something pictures.
On the ninth day of vacation, this is what I did: got my hair cut.
On the tenth day of vacation, this is what I did: ten loads of laundry.
On the eleventh day of vacation, this is what I did: slept in until eleven.
On the twelveth day of vacation, this is what I did: ate twelve dozen cookies!
Vacation was great and I did not want to come back to work. My time off was pleasant and I got a lot done. Now since it is the New Year and we're already two days into January, I can officially start the countdown until my birthday at the end of the month!! Woo hoo!!
On the second day of vacation, this is what I did: went to two scheduled appointments.
On the third day of vacation, this is what I did: finished three scrapbook projects.
On the fourth day of vacation, this is what I did: cleaned four rooms in my house.
On the fifth day of vacation, this is what I did: watched FIVE DVDs from Blockbuster.
On the sixth day of vacation, this is what I did: went to six family functions.
On the seventh day of vacation, this is what I did: tried on seven new outfits.
On the eighth day of vacation, this is what I did: took eighty-something pictures.
On the ninth day of vacation, this is what I did: got my hair cut.
On the tenth day of vacation, this is what I did: ten loads of laundry.
On the eleventh day of vacation, this is what I did: slept in until eleven.
On the twelveth day of vacation, this is what I did: ate twelve dozen cookies!
Vacation was great and I did not want to come back to work. My time off was pleasant and I got a lot done. Now since it is the New Year and we're already two days into January, I can officially start the countdown until my birthday at the end of the month!! Woo hoo!!
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