Wednesday, July 30, 2008


I did it again. I only painted two toes per foot. They are the only ones visible in my shoes - so that's all I did.

I took a bit of a long lunch today, but I shouldn't really have to confess that. I was with the boss and we were out supporting Town businesses and functions (read Cosi and the Farmers Market).

I have spent far too much time lately trying to decide what kind of car I want to get when my lease is up. It's not up until October - but I'm planning now.

I really need to get my guest bedroom cleaned up. I've needed to do this for weeks now. I just can't seem to get into doing it though.

I want another vacation. I just had one the beginning of this month, but I want another one now, this time with my husband.

Sometimes I really hate his (husband's) weird schedule. I wish he were home every evening. I know there are lots of positives about the days on/off thing, but sometimes, I just wish he were home each evening and weekend.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

For love of my dog...

...I will do lots of things. Like - I will drive to the emergency vet in White Plains at 11 o'clock at night. Last night, Boomer didn't poop when we went out to do business at his usual time, so when he indicated he needed to go out again around 10:30 - out we went. We came back in, I crawled into bed, sent him to his. Next thing I know, he's walking around rubbing his body, his head in particular, on stuff. At first, I didn't think anything of it - sent him back to bed, rolled over once and helped him scratching - then I took a look at him. My poor baby was covered in hives. I can't freak out. A is working, I've got to deal with this. The poor animal was going nuts. I called the vets, they say bring him in. He calmed down some when I put him in the car - almost as if he knew we were going to take care of it. Well - I did tell him we were going to the vets to get him help, but I don't think he really understands English. Anyway, he was so good at the vets. They determined that he had been bitten by an insect of some kind, causing the reaction. They took his temp up his butt, gave him shots in his butt and he behaved so well. I was so proud of my little boy. While we waited to see if the shots were going to reduce the hives, we sat in the waiting room, along with another sick doggie. That dog just sat quietly. My dog sat and cried the whole time. The other owner asked what was wrong with him. She had never seen a dog cry like that. Now mind you - I don't think he was crying from pain or anything. He was sitting looking at the other dog crying because he saw a potential buddy and wanted to play. Anyway, sometime after midnight, we headed home. The hives are now gone. I'm tired, he's rested most of the day and has probably forgotten it all already. I don't know that I'll ever forget the sight of him covered in hives, desparately trying to itch his little body and get relief.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Just some thoughts....

-I'm nearly at my goal weight. Unfortunately I'm still in that in-between area where some of my thing clothes still don't fit. And - I haven't worn them in 4 years - so - um - may not be in style? I keep thinking of that commercial for TLC (I think it's TLC anyway) where they show the woman coming in to work in an outfit that hasn't fit in a while - the one with the huge shoulder pads, big wide belt and super short skirt - anyway - I need to do a real job on my closet soon.
-I don't like apologies that have a lot of qualifiers in them. You know the kind - we've all done them - where you say "I'm sorry I did whatever, but I was so ...(pick one here - stressed, busy at work, upset about something else). Apologize and be done with it. Just say "I'm sorry. I was wrong." I've done the qualified apology and usually feel a little scummy about it. It's just plain easier to say I'm sorry and leave it at that.
-I swear people in my neighborhood have no idea what a stop sign means.
-My doggie might get mad at me tonight. He has kennel cough and therefore can not exercise for a few days. I'm going to go for a walk without him.
-I think that if you've hit the age where your eggs are no longer good enough to be fertilized and stick and grow to be a baby, well then - your ovaries ought to communicate with our uterus and tell it to shut down. Seriously - why do I have to keep getting a period if I'm not going to be able to get pregnant. Where's the fairness in that? Are you telling me there's a good egg left in there and one of A's swimmers just might pick the right one and I'll end up pregnant? Yeah? So - I should be expecting a basket of candy from the Easter Bunny next spring too?
-I love summer evenings when it's still a bit warm, where I can sit on my front porch after dinner and enjoy the 'hood.
-I think that this fall, some day when it is rainy and it appears the perfect day to just sit on the couch all day reading a book and looking out at the rain - that's what I'm going to do.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Imagine if you will...

You are invited to spend a day of golf with a young relative, to be followed by a sumptuous dinner, including your golfing partners and all of your respective spouses, all at the young relative's expense. Now, imagine that post-golf and pre-dinner, you have some drinks and appetizers. You wish to pay the bill for the drinks and apps and successfully wrest the check from the others. Dinner is had and enjoyed, as mentioned at the young relative's expense. All in all, you paid less than 1/10 of the cost of the days activities. Not a bad deal - right? Fast forward to the next day. Your spouse insists you go visit the young relative and request reimbursement for the cost of the drinks and apps. Would you? Could you? Wouldn't you be positively mortified? Particularly since you are not hurting for funds?

True story. I was floored when I heard it. It's just a recipe for bad feelings.

Monday, July 21, 2008

More Boomer cuteness

You know how dogs like to cover up their poops by scraping dirt/grass on to it? Well - Boomer has the instincts, but in addition to having poor directional capabilities, my doggie does his scraping on the concrete sidewalks. It's funny. I'm not going to clue him in though. I enjoy the little laugh.

Sunday, July 20, 2008

What I did on my summer vacation...

I went away for a week to the Cape with the dog. A couldn't come because he had to work. Boomer and I had a good time. I wore my Giants Super Bowl Champs t-shirt to the neighborhood 4th of July party just to tweak the Patriots fans! I walked a lot while there. I took the dog for 2 20-30 minute walks every day. Plus most of the days I also took an hour long walk with my mother and her friends. We went to see a movie called "The Golden Boys" also known as "Chatham". It was cute, don't think it would play real well outside of the Cape though. We also went to see a play "Scapino" which was funny. The lead reminded me of Jim Carrey. Mostly, I went to the beach, walked and hung out with my mom and my dog. It was very relaxing. I worked on some jigsaw puzzles too - that was something I hadn't done in a while and it was fun. Just a few pics below.

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Sometimes it's the little things...

that make me happy.

When I walk the dog in the morning, for part of our walk, the sun is behind us, casting a shadow in front of us. I love watching the dogs shadow, seeing his ears bounce up and down as we walk along. Don't know why - but that sight just makes me very happy.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Save me from the "Christians"

I was just reading one of the blogs I tend to visit. The woman is a "Christian". I put it in quotes, because the things she said made me think that she has kind of missed the message of Christ. She's worried about her deceased mother - figures she's in heaven, healed of her earthly pain - but worried because she doesn't know what her relationship with God was. Well - in my mind - isn't what is really important is that God loved her mother? That God forgives our sins? She feels that as a Christian, she is called to help others "walk their own pat to salvation." I guess it just ticks me off when these people feel that the rest of us need saving and that we are somehow less of a Christian than they. In the end, it makes me go back to the parable of the Pharisee and the publican - praying in the same temple (Luke 18:10-14) one boastful, one remorseful.
I am a sinner. I know it. I try to be a good person, but I'm far from perfect. But - I also know that God loves me. I am solid in that belief. God loves all of us and I firmly believe that hell is reserved only for the worst of the worst of the worst - those who do evil and do not repent.

So thank you Mrs. Christian, but I'm doing fine here. I don't need you to save me.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

So..the wedding itself was lovely

The wedding Sunday was really lovely. Bride looked radiant, groom looked so happy. The homily was the best homily I have ever heard at a wedding - it was just so good. The music was excellent too. The bridesmaid's gowns were mostly pretty. A's cousin, who was a bridesmaid, looked gorgeous. Looking at the dye job on one bridesmaid made me think "uh oh, hope my hair didn't look that fake when I was in my red phase." I know - it was a wedding, I shouldn't make snarky remarks. Can't help myself. May I mention the guest who's dress reminded me of a nightie? And the multiple women in open toed shoes with stockings on! And shall we discuss the women who maybe should consider support garments? or the one who's dress couldn't quite zipper? Nah!

So - generally speaking, the prayers of the faithful do not present comedic opportunities - until Sunday. I wish I had chowed down more during the cocktail hour. It's not that dinner wasn't good - but the apps were fabulous! It was a lovely setting for the reception and the rain pretty much waited for the end of the cocktail hour before it started. The cake was delicious. I couldn't tell what the icing was. It was not buttercream, nor was it fondant. Anyway - it was good cake, so good I not only ate my piece, but half of A's too! I didn't indulge in the Italian pastries - word had it there was a mob scene at the pastry table. I love dancing with A - just love it. We sat at the "kid's table". Seriously. The cousins were all at one table, the parents all at the table behind us. I was glad I had my shawl with me - thought leaving the house that I might be nuts to bring it since it was so freakin' hot - but it was coolish inside at the reception and downright freezing in the ladies room - although it's kind of hard to pee and wipe with a shawl on. Anyway - glad I had that little TJ Maxx bargain!

The last song of the night - well - it was a win for the Yankees as they played the Frank Sinatra version of "New York, New York." Same ending song for our wedding - the one that got us kicked out of our own reception. We were leaving anyway.