Wednesday, August 20, 2003

I prefer boysenberry more than any ordinary jam

I'm a Citizens for Boysenberry Jam fan.

Sunday, August 17, 2003

My weeds are as boundless as the sea...

The more I pull the more I have! My apologies to Shakespeare.

It seems like every time I go out to pull weeds I find more and more. I pull a bunch in a little patch, turn around to throw them into the garbage bag and POOF! 8 more have appeared where I swear I had just made a clean spot. Must be all this "good rain" we've been getting.

Friday, August 15, 2003

English is a wonderful thing...let's start trying to use it

Last night as we were watching TV, an add for a toilet cleanser came on. It reported that this new product both "cleanses and fragrances." Ok, I'll buy cleanses, but "fragances" is a noun not a verb. What's next, fragranation? This product fragranates well.

Then this morning, overheard in the hallway "I don't know where he is. He's missing MIA."

We better find him then! We can't let him miss missing in action!

Wednesday, August 13, 2003

It had to happen sometime

My first big screw up at my new job. Doesn't really feel good. In fact it feels quite a bit like I'm going to throw up. I know it'll be ok. I know it'll work out. I know tomorrow it won't seem like such a big deal.

None of that helps at the moment though. I missing something?

My trash can actually. I came home last night to find the lid sitting on the ground, and no can. I went inside hoping Andy had moved it to the backyard or something like that. Nope. Gone. We walked up and down the street, we looked around the edge of the lake, no luck. I felt like we were looking for a lost cat. I felt like calling out "heerrreeee canny canny canny!"

I don't what inspired someone to walk off with a trashcan of all things. All I know is I'm a little frustrated at having to go to Home Depot to buy a new one. I feel like buying some spraypaint too. Just so I can write all over it "This is mine."

Monday, August 11, 2003

This is starting to be a habit...

Congrats to John and Lindsey! Another bundle of joy will be coming to their house in the spring!

Friday, August 08, 2003

Something to set your watch by

In the bathroom, coming from one of the stalls. Every 5 seconds on the dot. SNIFF! I actually started timing. 5...4...3...2...1 SNIFF!!!

For pity's sake, blow your nose already.

Thursday, August 07, 2003

Maybe it's time for a hearing test

A guy just walked by saying "she's the gatekeeper..."

I could have sworn he said "she's the gay peeper..."

Wednesday, August 06, 2003

A little etiquette

I'm happy for you all I really, really am. But I have to confess to a twinge of jealousy. I know somewhere in my early years I was taught that everyone should have their first helping before anyone can start seconds. Somehow, I thought that rule would also apply to life. I guess life is not so neat and orderly as I thought it would be when I was 6.

A big, happy congrats to Greg and Robin. Their second little angel will be making an appearance in the spring.

Friday, August 01, 2003

A new addition to the family

WAIT STOP! It's not what you're thinking. My grandmother has gotten a new dog. She's wanted a pug for quite some time. Last week I finally managed to convince her she should actually get one.

For those that don't know of it already, there's a great website out there called where you can search by breed, size, age, or sex of the pet you're looking for and this engine will pull up listings from local or national shelters. I look at it all the time just because they have cute puppy pictures. So on with the story...

I was looking through petfinder and came across a pug that would be arriving to a local shelter. I called about the dog, got some information, and spent the next couple of days telling my grandmother we should go see it. We got to the shelter bright and early Saturday morning and met Penelope. She was a breeder dog that didn't have puppies the last go around, and instead of putting her down, the woman at the shelter convinced the breeder it would be much better to put her up for adoption. So Penelope came home with my grandmother. And after a bath, some food and water, and deciding she would like it there, Penelope claimed us all for her very own.

I get to go visit her tonight, reacquaint her with Arrow (she met him on Saturday too), and if she's as happy to see me tonight as she was Monday evening when I stopped by, my grandmother may have to fight me for her. Of course she would get her right back, because Andy would kill me the minute I brought home a second dog!