Realization #3: I like long drives by myself.
The first question everyone asks me now that I moved is: "How's the drive?" I've been answering it the same way every time I'm asked, "Fine. It's the waking up early that sucks." This still remains true. I enjoy my daily drives. They give me a chance to think, contemplate, etc.
When I was little my mom used to make us take long family drives to the country. "Why?" you ask. "'Cause it's the family thing to do," my mom would reply. Don't worry, I still don't get it either. That was just one of my mom's favorite come backs. Instead of, "Because I said so," she would say, "'Cause it's the family thing to do." Regardless, I HATED those drives. They were pointless! Staring out the window looking at silos & cows as I fight over the back seat with my little brother listening to either talk radio or dad's oldies was not and still is not my idea of a fun nor relaxing time.
When I got older and had access to a car I began to love driving just to escape my parents. Getting out of the house and just being able to drive where ever was such a stress reliever.
When I started pharmacy school my daily commute was about an hour to school and if I was lucky an hour and 15 minutes (depending on traffic) to get back to the lovely south towns. This was when I started to like driving, but not completely. If you've ever been stuck on the 290 in rush hour traffic in inclement weather, then you wouldn't believe me if I said my drives home were always enjoyable. They weren't. I'm not that crazy! Also, this is right around the time that my road rage began. That's one of the downsides to driving a lot.
Now that I've moved to Rochester I've begun to enjoy my daily commute. It's a pretty easy drive. I'm on the 90 for most of it and that's kept up well and on most days traffic flows quite nicely (except for that occasional driver who refuses to move over to the right lane. I mean seriously, has no one ever taught you the ins and outs of courtesy on the highway?) . Of course, there is the chance that I'll hit a deer, spin off the 490 since Rochester doesn't believe in salting it, or have my car burst into flames (I saw that once already on the side of the road, followed by a semi flying down a hill! What are the chances that I'll encounter that again?), but I prefer to stay positive. I find my drive to and from work relaxing (except for the 290 which is still my arch enemy). It gives me time to prepare for my day, or unwind and de-stress from the horrible experiences I've encountered throughout my day.
It's also a good time to weigh decisions I need to make. I still remember my drive to and from Albany when I had to contest my Pharmacy Boards grade. Ten hours alone in a car gives you a lot of time to think about what to do about your boyfriend who left you to backpack around Europe.
See how great long drives are?! You all wanna try it now don't you?!
....Talk to me in a month and I may be singing a different tune.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Still Reading It!
I'd be a little more excited about it being Christmas Eve if I wasn't sitting at work right now. I left my parents' house this morning at 5:20 am so that I could open the pharmacy at 6:30 am in a snow storm. Not fun. Anyway...
Today during my lunch I read some more of my book. I've mentioned before that I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. I've also mentioned that it's taking me ABSOLUTELY FOREVER to finish this book! I haven't explained why though.
The book is deep, insightful, and thought provoking. This is not the kind of book I'm used to. Not to say that the books I read have no substance whatsoever. That is not true. I recently read Something Borrowed, Something Blue, and Baby Proof, all by Emily Giffin. I thought these books were all very interesting, entertaining and stimulating (for lack of a better word). However, I made my way through all those books with relative ease and didn't stop to contemplate many things I read. Eat, Pray, Love is completely different. I mean, I guess I should've expected it since it's "One woman's search for everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia." I can't quite explain what it is about this book that has me so captivated, but I'll share just a few snippets that I enjoyed. Before doing that, however, I must explain my special book reading process. ..
I buy all my books, with very few exceptions. I know it's a somewhat careless waste of money when there are so many libraries out there, but I can't help it. I like to own the books I read. I like to have them as a reminder of all I've been through. I guess that sounds stupid, but I definitely buy books based on my current life location. When I was single all of my books were about single people. When I'm confused about life all of my books are about "finding myself." You get the point. So, it's funny when I look back at some of my past purchases.
Also, and more importantly, when I'm reading a book I always have a pen with me. I started doing this several years ago. Sometimes when you're reading a book you read the most perfect phrase, sentence or paragraph. Sometimes it's just a phrase that reminds me of a moment in my life, sometimes it's something that makes me think a lot, sometimes it just sounds like something I want to remember. I started getting frustrated that those words would just disappear into oblivion as soon as I turned the page. I then decided that I would underline those words and then mark the page number on the back cover to tell me where to find it. Now, I must admit, there's only been a handful of times that I've gone back to find a quote, but I just like to have them there. When I was moving and packing up ALL of my books (that sadly remain in their boxes 'cause my new apartment has no room for them), I opened up the back cover of several books and looked at what I had noted. Some of the quotes were ridiculous, but some were just as good the second time around. Anyway...
I already have lots and lots of underlines passages from my current book, so I figured I'd share some and inspire you to maybe read this book...even if it is from the library.
"You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead."
"Yoga is about self-mastery and the dedicated effort to haul your attention away from your endless brooding over the past and your nonstop worrying about the future so that you can seek, instead, a place of eternal presence from which yo may regard yourself and your surroundings with poise."
"You are always digging in the past or poking at the future, but rarely do you rest in this moment."
"I'd asked him not to get in tough with me while I was traveling, knowing that my attachment to him was so strong it would be impossible for me to focus on my journey if I were also tracking his."
"I think you are free to search for any metaphor whatsoever which will take you across the worldly divide whenever you need to be transported or comforted .. you take whatever works from wherever you can find it."
"She's got that fierce old lady vibe you see sometimes..."
"I love children, but what if I don't have any? What kind of person does that make me?"
"We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
Today during my lunch I read some more of my book. I've mentioned before that I'm reading Eat, Pray, Love, by Elizabeth Gilbert. I've also mentioned that it's taking me ABSOLUTELY FOREVER to finish this book! I haven't explained why though.
The book is deep, insightful, and thought provoking. This is not the kind of book I'm used to. Not to say that the books I read have no substance whatsoever. That is not true. I recently read Something Borrowed, Something Blue, and Baby Proof, all by Emily Giffin. I thought these books were all very interesting, entertaining and stimulating (for lack of a better word). However, I made my way through all those books with relative ease and didn't stop to contemplate many things I read. Eat, Pray, Love is completely different. I mean, I guess I should've expected it since it's "One woman's search for everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia." I can't quite explain what it is about this book that has me so captivated, but I'll share just a few snippets that I enjoyed. Before doing that, however, I must explain my special book reading process. ..
I buy all my books, with very few exceptions. I know it's a somewhat careless waste of money when there are so many libraries out there, but I can't help it. I like to own the books I read. I like to have them as a reminder of all I've been through. I guess that sounds stupid, but I definitely buy books based on my current life location. When I was single all of my books were about single people. When I'm confused about life all of my books are about "finding myself." You get the point. So, it's funny when I look back at some of my past purchases.
Also, and more importantly, when I'm reading a book I always have a pen with me. I started doing this several years ago. Sometimes when you're reading a book you read the most perfect phrase, sentence or paragraph. Sometimes it's just a phrase that reminds me of a moment in my life, sometimes it's something that makes me think a lot, sometimes it just sounds like something I want to remember. I started getting frustrated that those words would just disappear into oblivion as soon as I turned the page. I then decided that I would underline those words and then mark the page number on the back cover to tell me where to find it. Now, I must admit, there's only been a handful of times that I've gone back to find a quote, but I just like to have them there. When I was moving and packing up ALL of my books (that sadly remain in their boxes 'cause my new apartment has no room for them), I opened up the back cover of several books and looked at what I had noted. Some of the quotes were ridiculous, but some were just as good the second time around. Anyway...
I already have lots and lots of underlines passages from my current book, so I figured I'd share some and inspire you to maybe read this book...even if it is from the library.
"You should never give yourself a chance to fall apart because, when you do, it becomes a tendency and it happens over and over again. You must practice staying strong, instead."
"Yoga is about self-mastery and the dedicated effort to haul your attention away from your endless brooding over the past and your nonstop worrying about the future so that you can seek, instead, a place of eternal presence from which yo may regard yourself and your surroundings with poise."
"You are always digging in the past or poking at the future, but rarely do you rest in this moment."
"I'd asked him not to get in tough with me while I was traveling, knowing that my attachment to him was so strong it would be impossible for me to focus on my journey if I were also tracking his."
"I think you are free to search for any metaphor whatsoever which will take you across the worldly divide whenever you need to be transported or comforted .. you take whatever works from wherever you can find it."
"She's got that fierce old lady vibe you see sometimes..."
"I love children, but what if I don't have any? What kind of person does that make me?"
"We must get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something."
Friday, December 21, 2007
Christmas Card Debacle
Perhaps you remember last year's Christmas card. I tried to make Muffin & Hallie sit in a box for the picture (actually I tried to stuff them into stockings first, but Hallie was already too fat at only 7 months old). So, that didn't go too well. Here's a reminder:
The card was cute in the end and involved kind of a collage of the pictures. It was a long and arduous process, however.
This year I started early with trying to capture the perfect Christmas card picture. My great idea was to decorate my mantle and stick them up there. Here's how that looked:
The card was cute in the end and involved kind of a collage of the pictures. It was a long and arduous process, however.This year I started early with trying to capture the perfect Christmas card picture. My great idea was to decorate my mantle and stick them up there. Here's how that looked:
Peter and I then tried to stick them in a gift bad, but Hallie kinda freaked out. Later they tried to play with the bag, but the picture wasn't too cute. It's actually pretty bad.
I the end, I decided on an old picture of the girls sleeping on the quilt my mom made for me. Hallie's pretty young and small in it, so it doesn't look anything like her, but I thought I'd give her one more year of being a cute, little kitten!
"Merry Christmas & Happy New Year! Love, Jaime Lyn, Muffin & Halle"
Hallie's name is spelled wrong! I'm so upset about it! For most of my life my name has been spelled wrong, so I can sympathize with poor Hallie! Oh, well, it's too late to do anything about it now! I hope you like my cards nonetheless!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
My Good Name is Tarnished!
I'm sure you've all heard by now that Jamie Lynn Spears (Britney's 16 year-old sister) is pregnant. I'm not going to comment much on what this means for the world, society, or for children who look up to her. I have another problem with the pregnancy. Jamie Lynn has now tarnished my good name! Granted, we spell it differently, but whenever people hear my name from now on they will associate it with a knocked up teenager! It's all so sad! But seriously, I'm not gonna comment much on this pregnancy. Shit happens, and I'm not gonna act all high & mighty like so many other people I've heard comment on this story. I prefer to write about shallow and superficial things, so I will comment on reality television...
With the reality television season winding down, I would like to reflect back on a few of my favorites:
#1. The Hills. It's over for the season, but we lucky viewers have been surprised with the announcement that there will be new episodes in the new year! They will follow Lauren & Whitney in Paris. I'm not overly excited by this, but I'm sure I'll watch it anyway. I've stated my repeated disappointment in the show, and I'm sure these episodes will be no different. I also read that Kristin Cavalleri may show up on The Hills. That sounds like it'd be cool, but I'm sure it would disappoint me as well. I miss Laguna Beach.
#2. I Love New York 2. Sadly, I do occasionally watch this show. I enjoy it's "watching a train wreck" quality. It's finale aired this week. I didn't see it, but I heard she chose one of the shadiest dudes ever to exist: Tailor Made. Not that Buddha would've been a better choice, those guys were all dysfunctional! Do that many men seriously want to date a bitchy, untalented woman who looks like a guy in drag?! I highly doubt it!
#3. A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. I watch this occassionally as well. It ended the other night too. I didn't get to see this finale either, but I heard she picked the guy! Seriously?! I was pretty shocked she didn't pick Dani! I guess she just convinced herself that she could only ever be with a "lipstick lesbian," or a man. It's a shame.
#4. The Biggest Loser. This show ended Tuesday night. I kinda got addicted to this show. I didn't miss an episode. I have all episodes DVR'd. It's so motivating to see what these people have accomplished. I just love the before & afters. However, I was pissed with the black team dominating in the end. Granted, the guy who won the whole thing made an amazing transition, but I still didn't want him or the three final girls to win. My devotion was to Neil. Who else has ever tried to drink 2 gallons of water and retain it in order to gain 17 pounds and get someone else kicked off?! Props to you Neil!
So, what am I left with now?
#1. The Real World. It's my old standby. These people are becoming too trashy though. Also, all their behavior is pretty predictable. I even fell asleep during yesterday's episode. I basically watch it for Isaac. That guy is my favorite Real World cast member ever! I actually can respect him!
#2. The Amazing Race. As Peter would say, "It's the only reality show I can support you watching," or something like that. It's definitely the least trashiest, has the most true to life relationship interactions, and is just overall entertaing. It definitely has it's "train wreck" moments (ie. the breakdown while milking a camel). If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it!
So, in conclusion, I admit it, I am a reality TV junkie. I don't make an qualms about it! It's just fun to watch people and be glad that you're not that stupid, that senseless, that bitchy, etc. etc. The other reason I like reality shows is that for 30 min to an hour I can veg out and not think. Life can get pretty tough & stressful sometimes. What better way to put all your worries aside, than to watch stupid television?!
With the reality television season winding down, I would like to reflect back on a few of my favorites:
#1. The Hills. It's over for the season, but we lucky viewers have been surprised with the announcement that there will be new episodes in the new year! They will follow Lauren & Whitney in Paris. I'm not overly excited by this, but I'm sure I'll watch it anyway. I've stated my repeated disappointment in the show, and I'm sure these episodes will be no different. I also read that Kristin Cavalleri may show up on The Hills. That sounds like it'd be cool, but I'm sure it would disappoint me as well. I miss Laguna Beach.
#2. I Love New York 2. Sadly, I do occasionally watch this show. I enjoy it's "watching a train wreck" quality. It's finale aired this week. I didn't see it, but I heard she chose one of the shadiest dudes ever to exist: Tailor Made. Not that Buddha would've been a better choice, those guys were all dysfunctional! Do that many men seriously want to date a bitchy, untalented woman who looks like a guy in drag?! I highly doubt it!
#3. A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. I watch this occassionally as well. It ended the other night too. I didn't get to see this finale either, but I heard she picked the guy! Seriously?! I was pretty shocked she didn't pick Dani! I guess she just convinced herself that she could only ever be with a "lipstick lesbian," or a man. It's a shame.
#4. The Biggest Loser. This show ended Tuesday night. I kinda got addicted to this show. I didn't miss an episode. I have all episodes DVR'd. It's so motivating to see what these people have accomplished. I just love the before & afters. However, I was pissed with the black team dominating in the end. Granted, the guy who won the whole thing made an amazing transition, but I still didn't want him or the three final girls to win. My devotion was to Neil. Who else has ever tried to drink 2 gallons of water and retain it in order to gain 17 pounds and get someone else kicked off?! Props to you Neil!
So, what am I left with now?
#1. The Real World. It's my old standby. These people are becoming too trashy though. Also, all their behavior is pretty predictable. I even fell asleep during yesterday's episode. I basically watch it for Isaac. That guy is my favorite Real World cast member ever! I actually can respect him!
#2. The Amazing Race. As Peter would say, "It's the only reality show I can support you watching," or something like that. It's definitely the least trashiest, has the most true to life relationship interactions, and is just overall entertaing. It definitely has it's "train wreck" moments (ie. the breakdown while milking a camel). If you haven't seen it, I highly recommend it!
So, in conclusion, I admit it, I am a reality TV junkie. I don't make an qualms about it! It's just fun to watch people and be glad that you're not that stupid, that senseless, that bitchy, etc. etc. The other reason I like reality shows is that for 30 min to an hour I can veg out and not think. Life can get pretty tough & stressful sometimes. What better way to put all your worries aside, than to watch stupid television?!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Painful Coversations with Lauren & Brody
First of all, am I the only one who finds watching "The Hills" incredibly painful?! This pain I feel every Monday night while watching it is for a variety of reasons.
Reason #1: Lauren and Brody need to learn how to have a conversation.
Now, I love Lauren. I see a lot of my old stupid self in her, perhaps that's why I find it so difficult to watch. I just want to take her by the shoulders and shake her and say, "If you want to go out with Brody tell him!" Brody has given her every freakin' opportunity to say something. She just is too much of a stupid girl to admit she wants to go out with him. If she stopped playing games and stopped trying to get him to say what she wants to hear things would be much better. Maybe then I wouldn't want to shoot myelf everytime I had to sit through one of their awkward dinners.
Reason #2: Spencer is an ugly loser.
That's all. I know it, you know it, and deep down I think Heidi knows she's engaged to one of the biggest jackasses to walk the earth.
Reason #3: Everyone is incredibly stupid & immature.
Yesterday I was watching the season finale and realized something. These people are only 21 years-old. No wonder they are all such idiots! If there was a television show about my life as a 21 year-old I would be emabarassed about what an immature moron I was.
Reason #4: Nothing ever happens.
Seriously. Has anything worthwhile happened on this show? The answer is "no." Nothing has changed in the three seasons of "The Hills." So, why do I continue to watch, you ask? Well, someday something will happen, and when it does I will be there to say, "Ah, finally!"
Despite all this, I am sad that season 3 is over. Now I must dedicate my spare time to "The Real World: Sydney." Stupid Dunbar! If I was his girlfriend I would KILL him! I'll save that rant for another day though!
Reason #1: Lauren and Brody need to learn how to have a conversation.
Now, I love Lauren. I see a lot of my old stupid self in her, perhaps that's why I find it so difficult to watch. I just want to take her by the shoulders and shake her and say, "If you want to go out with Brody tell him!" Brody has given her every freakin' opportunity to say something. She just is too much of a stupid girl to admit she wants to go out with him. If she stopped playing games and stopped trying to get him to say what she wants to hear things would be much better. Maybe then I wouldn't want to shoot myelf everytime I had to sit through one of their awkward dinners.
Reason #2: Spencer is an ugly loser.
That's all. I know it, you know it, and deep down I think Heidi knows she's engaged to one of the biggest jackasses to walk the earth.
Reason #3: Everyone is incredibly stupid & immature.
Yesterday I was watching the season finale and realized something. These people are only 21 years-old. No wonder they are all such idiots! If there was a television show about my life as a 21 year-old I would be emabarassed about what an immature moron I was.
Reason #4: Nothing ever happens.
Seriously. Has anything worthwhile happened on this show? The answer is "no." Nothing has changed in the three seasons of "The Hills." So, why do I continue to watch, you ask? Well, someday something will happen, and when it does I will be there to say, "Ah, finally!"
Despite all this, I am sad that season 3 is over. Now I must dedicate my spare time to "The Real World: Sydney." Stupid Dunbar! If I was his girlfriend I would KILL him! I'll save that rant for another day though!
Monday, December 10, 2007
Welcoming a Newcomer
This weekend was my nana's big 76th birthday! I bought her some Thermacare patches as a present. She loved them! I'm such a good granddaughter, even though we all know Nana doesn't like me.
I love this picture, 'cause poor Derrick spent what seemed like forever trying to blow out Nana's two candles!
Anyway...
Our family got together this weekend for not only Nana's birthday, but also to welcome my new cousin to the family. I haven't mentioned this to many people, but it's really exciting news! I have a cousin that my aunt gave up for adoption 31 years ago. I've known this for a while, but never really thought too much about it, 'cause it's kinda hard to imagine that I had a cousin somewhere out there so close in age. I mean, I could've been hanging out with him at bars for all I knew! My aunt has always been registered so that he could find her if he ever wanted to. Well, over the past two months he went through the steps to get in touch with my aunt, and came up this weekend to meet her (he's from Long Island). While he was at it, he got to meet the rest of us on Saturday. Kinda crazy!
The cousins (minus Ryan, Jeff, Lindsay, Sean & Jack)
Oh, and I'll have you know that I made Christmas cookies to take to my nana's on saturday, and they were loved by many! Hopefully I will continue to improve my baking skills!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Not my mother’s daughter
If you’ve ever met my mother, seen pictures of her, or probably even heard of her, then you know that we look pretty much identical. All of my life I was bombarded with comments of, “You look just like your mother!” All I could do was just smile and accept the comment hoping that it was a good thing. Unfortunately, despite having an incredibly similar face, body structure and attitude (how could we forget that one?) to my mother, there are some things that I did not obtain from her gene pool.
My mother is like Martha Stewart. She can cook food to die for, sew a quilt in the matter of days, and create gifts that would put half those people who sell stuff at craft bazaars to shame. She’s quite the little homemaker. Me? Not so much.
I was making dough for Christmas cookies yesterday, when it struck me: I am completely incompetent in the kitchen. There was flour everywhere, dough splattering out of my mixing bowl, and my beaters in my electric mixer were not very nice to me. It took me 40 minutes to complete what was to be a 10 minutes recipe. I’ve always known that I’m a little slow in the cooking area. My mother points out my lack of capabilities whenever she catches me near a cooking utensil. She still likes to tell people about how I was making a salad one time and I couldn’t even cut a cucumber. Sadly, I’ll admit it’s true. I should have a gash in the palm of my hand from the way I was holding that cucumber and knife.
I do try to cook and bake more though. Half of my problem in the kitchen now is that I’m so insecure about how stupid I am when it comes to cooking. Peter could probably vouch for this one. I’m constantly asking how much of this? What do I do with that? How long? Where should I put this? Etc, etc.
Also, I mentioned that my mother is quite the sewer. Well, I’m pretty sure my mother wouldn’t approve of my current hem on the bottom of my pants. The hem was falling down, so I stapled all around the bottom of the pant leg to keep the hem up (This is a little trick I learned in Catholic School…we wore the same skirts every day-of course the hem was bound to fall down at school eventually!). My mother has her old sewing machine in the basement of her house waiting for me. She says she's going to give it to me when I buy a house. I laughed when she told me this. Somehow me with a fast moving, sharp needle does not seem like a good idea. Maybe I'll tell her to buy me an industrial strength stapler instead.
I could blame all of my shortcomings on my mother, but I suppose I should take some responsibility for them as well. She may have been the one who lacked the patience to show me how to make a pie crust, but I was the annoying one who would whine about getting my hands sticky from kneading the dough.
My mother is like Martha Stewart. She can cook food to die for, sew a quilt in the matter of days, and create gifts that would put half those people who sell stuff at craft bazaars to shame. She’s quite the little homemaker. Me? Not so much.
I was making dough for Christmas cookies yesterday, when it struck me: I am completely incompetent in the kitchen. There was flour everywhere, dough splattering out of my mixing bowl, and my beaters in my electric mixer were not very nice to me. It took me 40 minutes to complete what was to be a 10 minutes recipe. I’ve always known that I’m a little slow in the cooking area. My mother points out my lack of capabilities whenever she catches me near a cooking utensil. She still likes to tell people about how I was making a salad one time and I couldn’t even cut a cucumber. Sadly, I’ll admit it’s true. I should have a gash in the palm of my hand from the way I was holding that cucumber and knife.
I do try to cook and bake more though. Half of my problem in the kitchen now is that I’m so insecure about how stupid I am when it comes to cooking. Peter could probably vouch for this one. I’m constantly asking how much of this? What do I do with that? How long? Where should I put this? Etc, etc.
Also, I mentioned that my mother is quite the sewer. Well, I’m pretty sure my mother wouldn’t approve of my current hem on the bottom of my pants. The hem was falling down, so I stapled all around the bottom of the pant leg to keep the hem up (This is a little trick I learned in Catholic School…we wore the same skirts every day-of course the hem was bound to fall down at school eventually!). My mother has her old sewing machine in the basement of her house waiting for me. She says she's going to give it to me when I buy a house. I laughed when she told me this. Somehow me with a fast moving, sharp needle does not seem like a good idea. Maybe I'll tell her to buy me an industrial strength stapler instead.
I could blame all of my shortcomings on my mother, but I suppose I should take some responsibility for them as well. She may have been the one who lacked the patience to show me how to make a pie crust, but I was the annoying one who would whine about getting my hands sticky from kneading the dough.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
My Obsession
I have an obsession with a certain pop star, who (out of respect to my boyfriend) will remain nameless. So, when I came across this article I laughed. You can read the whole thing for yourself if you wish, but here's the part that pertained to me:
Just because you’re not a groupie doesn’t mean you’re
immune to the charms of the leading men of popular music. But crushing on a
particular crooner can communicate more than just your ring-tone preference; it
can actually reveal volumes about what you’re looking for romantically—and what you should be wary of. Read on to understand the reasons why someone rocks your
world...
4. Hunk Next Door The usual suspects: Jon “It’s My Life” Bon Jovi, Kenny “No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems” Chesney, Justin “Let’s Take a Ride” Timberlake. What’s so hot about him? Your taste in men gravitates to a good-time guy who looks cool washing his car in the driveway... and, hey, he’ll be happy to drop by for a beer. He’s got an easy smile and a mellow attitude, but exudes a quiet strength, too.What he means to you: A good time—and maybe more. “On the surface, the Hunk Next Door is simply someone to hang out with who won’t give you a hard time,” says Blake. “But there may be real substance to him.” He won’t fall apart when the going gets tough, and he may have things to teach you, like patience. When it comes to commitment he takes it slow, and he doesn’t open up easily, so you’ll have to draw him out. Yet even if he does prove to be a rock, there’s a chance you might get bored. “It can get tiring if you’re the one initiating all the time, making all the decisions,” says Blake. Before you move on to someone less laid back, communicate your needs and challenge him to challenge you.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Yeah December!
We got our tree yesterday! I just wanted to share a few photos of our festive holiday setup!
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care!
Muffin just loves the new addition!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Disco Mania!
That special night we all look forward to every holiday season was this past weekend. That's right, it was the World's Largest Disco! So much fun. Some craziness happened at the end of the night, and perhaps someday I'll tell the story, but for now my lawyers would prefer me not to talk about it. So, here's some pics instead!
Me & my girl Ab ...just getting started
The girls...and Brad
Gotta love that cow bell!
Friday, November 23, 2007
My Christmas List (Draft 1)
As I sit here at work on a Friday night I've started to contemplate what I would like for Christmas this year. Here's what I've come up with so far (in no particular order):
*The Blackberry Pearl. I really want this phone.
*DVD of a concert. I'm not allowed to mention his name, so you have to click on the link for more info.
*Diamond Earrings & other Diamond Jewelry
*Remote Car Starter
*A Trip to Greece
*These cashmere gloves and matching and scarf both in the black stripe
*The Sephora Train Case for my most prized possessions... my makeup
*A Big TV
*A New Computer
*A New Wardrobe
*A New Camera
I'm sure there's more. I'll update soon....
But seriously, I LOVE Christmas shopping! If ever there was someone who really believed "it's better to give than to receive," it's me! I love finding new and exciting things to give as presents! How great is it when someone opens up a gift and is just as excited about it as you are?! My goal every year is to find "The Perfect Gift" for each and every person on my list!
My bother is usually the easiest to please. I know that I've succeeded when he wears what I just bought him to Christmas dinner at Nana's (it's happened on several occasions!). My goddaughter is also pretty easy to win over. What little girl doesn't like makeup, girly clothes, and anything with glitter?! Peter, on the other hand, is a difficult one to make happy. I haven't given up though! I've already found a few things for him for this year. I'm determined to find something that will please him. The only time I think I may have accomplished that so far is when I bought him A Treasure's Trove. He had mentioned this book a handful of times and thought I'd get it for him. I'd like to think he was impressed, but he may have been more annoyed, because the puzzles began to frustrate him a bit! Not that he doesn't like what I give him, he's just never as excited or thrilled as I want him to be!
I'm so excited to buy gifts!
*The Blackberry Pearl. I really want this phone.
*DVD of a concert. I'm not allowed to mention his name, so you have to click on the link for more info.
*Diamond Earrings & other Diamond Jewelry
*Remote Car Starter
*A Trip to Greece
*These cashmere gloves and matching and scarf both in the black stripe
*The Sephora Train Case for my most prized possessions... my makeup
*A Big TV
*A New Computer
*A New Wardrobe
*A New Camera
I'm sure there's more. I'll update soon....
But seriously, I LOVE Christmas shopping! If ever there was someone who really believed "it's better to give than to receive," it's me! I love finding new and exciting things to give as presents! How great is it when someone opens up a gift and is just as excited about it as you are?! My goal every year is to find "The Perfect Gift" for each and every person on my list!
My bother is usually the easiest to please. I know that I've succeeded when he wears what I just bought him to Christmas dinner at Nana's (it's happened on several occasions!). My goddaughter is also pretty easy to win over. What little girl doesn't like makeup, girly clothes, and anything with glitter?! Peter, on the other hand, is a difficult one to make happy. I haven't given up though! I've already found a few things for him for this year. I'm determined to find something that will please him. The only time I think I may have accomplished that so far is when I bought him A Treasure's Trove. He had mentioned this book a handful of times and thought I'd get it for him. I'd like to think he was impressed, but he may have been more annoyed, because the puzzles began to frustrate him a bit! Not that he doesn't like what I give him, he's just never as excited or thrilled as I want him to be!
I'm so excited to buy gifts!
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Giving Thanks
It's Thanksgiving! Unfortunately I'm stuck working the holiday from 1:30 'til 9:30 pm. Horrible! I guess that's life... or at least part of my life. Anyhow, I thought I'd share what I'm thankful for...
I am thankful for my friends, family, and loved ones in general. I'm thankful for the health and happiness of myself and everyone I know. I'm thankful for my strength, my drive, my confidence, my abilities, and my determination. I'm thankful for my place in this world, my job, my apartment, my kitties, and all my stuff. I'm thankful for all the opportunities I've been given to further myself, to enjoy myself, and to improve myself. I'm even thankful for all of the hardships and difficult times I've encountered in my life. They've made me stronger and a better person. I'm thankful for lots more stuff, I'm sure, but I'll stop listing them now.
Today, I think I'm most thankful for my family. The sad thing about working on Thanksgiving is that I don't get to see my family. It's always been one of my favorite holidays. Since my very first Thanksgiving, it has been a whirlwind day of family, food and fun. It's a long day of enjoyment, excitement, and the occasional stress, of course.
I remember always starting the day watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in the living room. Erik & I would watch it from a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor (mom was asleep on the couch). I don't think I really cared much about the parade though. The only thing I wanted to see were the big balloons. For some reason they were my favorite part. Then, my mom would finish cooking whatever she was making to bring to my grandparents' houses (usually pies, some other random desserts, and my favorite lazy pierogie). Then we would head off to Grandma & Grandpa's for round 1. Followed by Nana's for round 2. (Lots of playing, screaming, yelling, story telling, eating & laughing make up rounds 1 & 2) We'd stay there 'til some crazy hour playing Trivial Pursuit or something like that. Then, we'd drive home and listen to Christmas music. Thanksgiving night was always the first time we'd dare put the Christmas tape into the car's cassette player. Obviously this is an abridged version. I have lots of memories, and family is at the core of them all.
Most of you who know me, know that I have a big family. My mom and dad are both one of 8 children. I have 33 first cousins and 6 second cousins (Which is a big number itself, considering only 4 of my cousins have their own kids....so many little ones have yet to come!). Holidays are completely family oriented for me. My family isn't a superfluous part of me. I know lots of people who don't even know their cousins. I definitely have cousins I don't know well, but that's only a couple. Growing up in a family like mine is cool. I describe it as having lots of brothers and sisters that you don't have to live with. You get lots of kids to play with, and hang out with, but at the end of the day you get your room all to yourself! So, tonight, I miss them all. I hope they all realize that I am thankful for each and every one of them.
So, now I'll just have to look forward to Christmas Eve & Christmas. It's just like Thanksgiving, only spread out over 2 long days, and it involves lots and lots of presents (many kids = many presents under the tree!)
I am thankful for my friends, family, and loved ones in general. I'm thankful for the health and happiness of myself and everyone I know. I'm thankful for my strength, my drive, my confidence, my abilities, and my determination. I'm thankful for my place in this world, my job, my apartment, my kitties, and all my stuff. I'm thankful for all the opportunities I've been given to further myself, to enjoy myself, and to improve myself. I'm even thankful for all of the hardships and difficult times I've encountered in my life. They've made me stronger and a better person. I'm thankful for lots more stuff, I'm sure, but I'll stop listing them now.
Today, I think I'm most thankful for my family. The sad thing about working on Thanksgiving is that I don't get to see my family. It's always been one of my favorite holidays. Since my very first Thanksgiving, it has been a whirlwind day of family, food and fun. It's a long day of enjoyment, excitement, and the occasional stress, of course.
I remember always starting the day watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in the living room. Erik & I would watch it from a pile of blankets and pillows on the floor (mom was asleep on the couch). I don't think I really cared much about the parade though. The only thing I wanted to see were the big balloons. For some reason they were my favorite part. Then, my mom would finish cooking whatever she was making to bring to my grandparents' houses (usually pies, some other random desserts, and my favorite lazy pierogie). Then we would head off to Grandma & Grandpa's for round 1. Followed by Nana's for round 2. (Lots of playing, screaming, yelling, story telling, eating & laughing make up rounds 1 & 2) We'd stay there 'til some crazy hour playing Trivial Pursuit or something like that. Then, we'd drive home and listen to Christmas music. Thanksgiving night was always the first time we'd dare put the Christmas tape into the car's cassette player. Obviously this is an abridged version. I have lots of memories, and family is at the core of them all.
Most of you who know me, know that I have a big family. My mom and dad are both one of 8 children. I have 33 first cousins and 6 second cousins (Which is a big number itself, considering only 4 of my cousins have their own kids....so many little ones have yet to come!). Holidays are completely family oriented for me. My family isn't a superfluous part of me. I know lots of people who don't even know their cousins. I definitely have cousins I don't know well, but that's only a couple. Growing up in a family like mine is cool. I describe it as having lots of brothers and sisters that you don't have to live with. You get lots of kids to play with, and hang out with, but at the end of the day you get your room all to yourself! So, tonight, I miss them all. I hope they all realize that I am thankful for each and every one of them.
So, now I'll just have to look forward to Christmas Eve & Christmas. It's just like Thanksgiving, only spread out over 2 long days, and it involves lots and lots of presents (many kids = many presents under the tree!)
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Question
Do people really like water chestnuts?
I hate them. I think they are the most useless, annoying thing that can be put in my food.
I'm getting quite frustrated that they have been in several of my "Smart Ones" and "Lean Cuisine" meals lately. Is it really necessary to put them in every dish that is even close to being Chinese?!
They taste like Styrofoam. Gross!
I hate them. I think they are the most useless, annoying thing that can be put in my food.
I'm getting quite frustrated that they have been in several of my "Smart Ones" and "Lean Cuisine" meals lately. Is it really necessary to put them in every dish that is even close to being Chinese?!
They taste like Styrofoam. Gross!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Pump Some Iron
Realization #2: I sleep too much.
Yes, I sleep too much. When I lived in Buffalo, 5 minutes from work, I would get 8 hours of sleep every night, for the most part. Now, if I were to get 8 hours of sleep every day I would have no life whatsoever. I am a tired person. I get worn out. I can't even blame this current exhaustion on working out like crazy (like I normally would), 'cause I don't even have the time, nor the energy to work out! This is insane!
I never used to be so tired. I used to be a non-stop party animal! Now, I'm a loser. It all started around two years ago when I made my new years resolution to run a half-marathon. About a month and a half into my training I was just about dead to the world. Apparently my 25 mile weeks where killing me. A few weeks later I went to the doctor, got blood tests, and found out that I was "severely" anemic. I was kinda happy with the diagnosis, 'cause at least there was a reason for my lethargy! So, I took lots of iron supplements, ate lots of red meat, and felt a lot better. But, now I'm pretty bad again, so I'm thinking about taking more than just my daily prenatal vitamin (no, I'm NOT pregnant, those vitamins just have the most iron).
If I don't do something I'm just gonna continue to sleep my life away! So, that's all. I'm anemic. Boo-hoo. This is a boring post, but I'm bored at work and have nothing else on my mind but my iron levels.
P.S. In case you're wondering, I never did run that half-marathon!
Yes, I sleep too much. When I lived in Buffalo, 5 minutes from work, I would get 8 hours of sleep every night, for the most part. Now, if I were to get 8 hours of sleep every day I would have no life whatsoever. I am a tired person. I get worn out. I can't even blame this current exhaustion on working out like crazy (like I normally would), 'cause I don't even have the time, nor the energy to work out! This is insane!
I never used to be so tired. I used to be a non-stop party animal! Now, I'm a loser. It all started around two years ago when I made my new years resolution to run a half-marathon. About a month and a half into my training I was just about dead to the world. Apparently my 25 mile weeks where killing me. A few weeks later I went to the doctor, got blood tests, and found out that I was "severely" anemic. I was kinda happy with the diagnosis, 'cause at least there was a reason for my lethargy! So, I took lots of iron supplements, ate lots of red meat, and felt a lot better. But, now I'm pretty bad again, so I'm thinking about taking more than just my daily prenatal vitamin (no, I'm NOT pregnant, those vitamins just have the most iron).
If I don't do something I'm just gonna continue to sleep my life away! So, that's all. I'm anemic. Boo-hoo. This is a boring post, but I'm bored at work and have nothing else on my mind but my iron levels.
P.S. In case you're wondering, I never did run that half-marathon!
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Giant Turtles & Jellyfish
Two days ago I bought my plane ticket for my Key West getaway! Even though it's over 4 months away, I'm so excited about it. It's nice to have something to look forward to. My pharmacy girls, their significant others, and I are heading down at the end of March for a week! Yeah!
You may ask why Peter is not coming. Well, he will be going on a sailing trip in early March, so that's his spring break vacation. It wasn't our intention to take separate trips, but the more I thought about sailing somewhere out near Grenada the more apprehensive I became about it. I made the tough decision not to go on the trip, but encouraged him to go, 'cause I know he really wanted to.
Why wouldn't I want to go sailing, you ask? Well, along with several other reasons, I hate aquatic life! No, scratch that. I absolutely love going to the aquarium, but that's about as close as I like to be to marine life. I need that piece of glass to protect me. I hate close encounters with aquatic life. Here's a little background on my experiences with fish & such:
#1. My first experience snorkeling was in the Dominican Republic about 3 and half years ago. I hated it. The idea that a fish could swim right up to me and brush against my leg disturbed me to no end. Fortunately, it was cloudy that day and the area we went snorkeling in did not have much life lurking around, so I barely saw anything.
#2. My second experience snorkeling was about a year and a half ago when Peter & I went on our cruise. We went snorkeling in the Bahamas. I was apprehensive about it, but decided to at least give it a shot. The water was so cold that I didn't really focus on being surrounded by sea creatures. Then, there was this area out in the water where a "lifeguard" threw food into the water and fish would swarm. Peter tried quite hard to get me to go to this area, but just watching other people experience this was enough for me. I actually got so freaked out that when we turned around to swim back to shore I started screaming. Peter was like, "I didn't even see a fish around you." and I responded (out of breath from screaming), "I know, it was the strap to my life preserver, but I thought it was a fish!"
#3. Then we have Puerto Rico. After much coaxing Peter finally got me to go in the water when we went on our Bioluminescent Bay Tour. I was not a happy camper, but the water was so warm and the dinoflagellates were so cool, that I calmed down. We were probably in the water for about 20 minutes when we began to think about how we were gonna climb back into our kayak. Then it happened: extreme pain! I was stung by a jellyfish! Why was I surprised? I won't go into details, but it was not a fun thing to experience. I refused to go in the water for the rest of the trip.
So, I wouldn't say that it was only the experiences above that led me to my fear of aquatic life. No, I've always had these feelings. I was reading this article about a girl who went snorkeling in Florida, and came upon a turtle the size of several people put together. I got goose bumps right away. Peter thinks it would be cool to see a turtle like that. I think it would cause me to have a massive heart attack. I'm not afraid it would eat me or anything. I just don't want it to be near me. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I also have zero desire to ever swim with the dolphins.
In conclusion, I think I made the right choice for me. Instead of being scared of shark attacks, giant turtles, sting rays, or even some minnows, I will be drinking to my heart's content while lying by our pool at our house in Key West!
You may ask why Peter is not coming. Well, he will be going on a sailing trip in early March, so that's his spring break vacation. It wasn't our intention to take separate trips, but the more I thought about sailing somewhere out near Grenada the more apprehensive I became about it. I made the tough decision not to go on the trip, but encouraged him to go, 'cause I know he really wanted to.
Why wouldn't I want to go sailing, you ask? Well, along with several other reasons, I hate aquatic life! No, scratch that. I absolutely love going to the aquarium, but that's about as close as I like to be to marine life. I need that piece of glass to protect me. I hate close encounters with aquatic life. Here's a little background on my experiences with fish & such:
#1. My first experience snorkeling was in the Dominican Republic about 3 and half years ago. I hated it. The idea that a fish could swim right up to me and brush against my leg disturbed me to no end. Fortunately, it was cloudy that day and the area we went snorkeling in did not have much life lurking around, so I barely saw anything.
#2. My second experience snorkeling was about a year and a half ago when Peter & I went on our cruise. We went snorkeling in the Bahamas. I was apprehensive about it, but decided to at least give it a shot. The water was so cold that I didn't really focus on being surrounded by sea creatures. Then, there was this area out in the water where a "lifeguard" threw food into the water and fish would swarm. Peter tried quite hard to get me to go to this area, but just watching other people experience this was enough for me. I actually got so freaked out that when we turned around to swim back to shore I started screaming. Peter was like, "I didn't even see a fish around you." and I responded (out of breath from screaming), "I know, it was the strap to my life preserver, but I thought it was a fish!"
#3. Then we have Puerto Rico. After much coaxing Peter finally got me to go in the water when we went on our Bioluminescent Bay Tour. I was not a happy camper, but the water was so warm and the dinoflagellates were so cool, that I calmed down. We were probably in the water for about 20 minutes when we began to think about how we were gonna climb back into our kayak. Then it happened: extreme pain! I was stung by a jellyfish! Why was I surprised? I won't go into details, but it was not a fun thing to experience. I refused to go in the water for the rest of the trip.
So, I wouldn't say that it was only the experiences above that led me to my fear of aquatic life. No, I've always had these feelings. I was reading this article about a girl who went snorkeling in Florida, and came upon a turtle the size of several people put together. I got goose bumps right away. Peter thinks it would be cool to see a turtle like that. I think it would cause me to have a massive heart attack. I'm not afraid it would eat me or anything. I just don't want it to be near me. Oh, and in case you're wondering, I also have zero desire to ever swim with the dolphins.
In conclusion, I think I made the right choice for me. Instead of being scared of shark attacks, giant turtles, sting rays, or even some minnows, I will be drinking to my heart's content while lying by our pool at our house in Key West!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
A Few of My Favorite Things
I'm in a shallow mood, so I thought I'd write about some of my current obsessions...
#1. Red Bull. Sugarfree Red Bull to be exact. I'm hooked on it. It's a great way to start my early morning drive. Now that I've found it in 12 packs at Target I'm even happier! Now I might just have to follow in Nicole's footsteps and mix it with some Absolut. Mmmmmm.
#2. Weight Watchers. I'm back on it. Honestly, it just teaches you to make wiser food decisions, and to eat smaller portions. The portions is the key for me. It's hard, but I'm definitely trying to stick with it. I've lost 4.5 lbs so far. Love it!
#3. Sephora French Tips & Toes Manicure Pen. It's super cool! It makes it so easy to give yourself a french manicure. Well, at least it's easy for me to give my left hand a nice french manicure. When I had to move on to my right hand I suddenly remembered that I'm not ambidextrous. Alas (sigh), my right hand looks a bit ghetto, but I'm sure I'll improve with more practice.
#4. Eat, Love, Pray. It's an awesome book! I'm only halfway through it right now, 'cause I've been so busy, but so far I love it and highly recommend it. Maybe I'll write a book report on it when I finally finish!
That's all for now, but I think I might make this a regular post to keep you updated on what I'm into, 'cause I'm know you are just soooooo interested!
#1. Red Bull. Sugarfree Red Bull to be exact. I'm hooked on it. It's a great way to start my early morning drive. Now that I've found it in 12 packs at Target I'm even happier! Now I might just have to follow in Nicole's footsteps and mix it with some Absolut. Mmmmmm.
#2. Weight Watchers. I'm back on it. Honestly, it just teaches you to make wiser food decisions, and to eat smaller portions. The portions is the key for me. It's hard, but I'm definitely trying to stick with it. I've lost 4.5 lbs so far. Love it!
#3. Sephora French Tips & Toes Manicure Pen. It's super cool! It makes it so easy to give yourself a french manicure. Well, at least it's easy for me to give my left hand a nice french manicure. When I had to move on to my right hand I suddenly remembered that I'm not ambidextrous. Alas (sigh), my right hand looks a bit ghetto, but I'm sure I'll improve with more practice.
#4. Eat, Love, Pray. It's an awesome book! I'm only halfway through it right now, 'cause I've been so busy, but so far I love it and highly recommend it. Maybe I'll write a book report on it when I finally finish!
That's all for now, but I think I might make this a regular post to keep you updated on what I'm into, 'cause I'm know you are just soooooo interested!
Friday, November 9, 2007
All By Myself
Realization #1: I LOVE living by myself!
I suppose I've known this for many years. I used to love coming home from school and having nobody at home. I went to college and became an RA just to have my own room. I have no problem paying extra money just to have a place all to myself. My mom says that this is due to the fact that I am an only daughter, and thus never had to share a room. Of course this makes sense, but I think I just often need time to myself to relax and unwind. Having my own place is the best way to accomplish this. Also, I have OCD and hate when people mess with my shit, so living alone helps with that as well.
I think everyone should have to live by themselves at least once in their life. It definitely makes you more independent and self sufficient. It gives you a chance to really see what you like and dislike, what you need and don't need, etc. It gives you a chance to figure out if you really like yourself. It hold you accountable for everything. There's a million reasons why living on your own is great!
On the other hand, I suppose there are downfalls. You can get lonely living alone. Honestly though, I don't get lonely. Perhaps Muffin & Hallie provide me all the company I need, but if I do need human company I just pick up the phone and call someone. Also, living alone puts you in position where it may be difficult for you to compromise. You're so used to doing things your own way and getting what you want all of the time, that once you have to share your life it becomes difficult to do so. Giving up things, habits, attitudes can be difficult.
So, where does this leave my relationship? I do want to live with Peter someday, but for now I think frequent visits from him are nice. That way I can decorate my bathroom pink, program the thermostat at the temperature I want, fill up my DVR with all the reality television I desire, place each piece of furniture exactly where I want it to be, take up every square inch of my closet, and on some nights sleep diagonally all alone in my bed.
I suppose I've known this for many years. I used to love coming home from school and having nobody at home. I went to college and became an RA just to have my own room. I have no problem paying extra money just to have a place all to myself. My mom says that this is due to the fact that I am an only daughter, and thus never had to share a room. Of course this makes sense, but I think I just often need time to myself to relax and unwind. Having my own place is the best way to accomplish this. Also, I have OCD and hate when people mess with my shit, so living alone helps with that as well.
I think everyone should have to live by themselves at least once in their life. It definitely makes you more independent and self sufficient. It gives you a chance to really see what you like and dislike, what you need and don't need, etc. It gives you a chance to figure out if you really like yourself. It hold you accountable for everything. There's a million reasons why living on your own is great!
On the other hand, I suppose there are downfalls. You can get lonely living alone. Honestly though, I don't get lonely. Perhaps Muffin & Hallie provide me all the company I need, but if I do need human company I just pick up the phone and call someone. Also, living alone puts you in position where it may be difficult for you to compromise. You're so used to doing things your own way and getting what you want all of the time, that once you have to share your life it becomes difficult to do so. Giving up things, habits, attitudes can be difficult.
So, where does this leave my relationship? I do want to live with Peter someday, but for now I think frequent visits from him are nice. That way I can decorate my bathroom pink, program the thermostat at the temperature I want, fill up my DVR with all the reality television I desire, place each piece of furniture exactly where I want it to be, take up every square inch of my closet, and on some nights sleep diagonally all alone in my bed.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
No, I don't hate dogs, but I do hate you
Well, I've been in Rochester for a week now and have learned so much about myself that I decided to start up my old blog again. My myspace blog annoys me, is kinda crappy, and I can't figure out how to put pictures on it, so I decided to abandon ship and come back to blogger.com.
Anyway, Muffin, Hallie & I are settling nicely into our new home. It's more room than I originally thought it would be which was a pleasant surprise. The girls absolutely love running like crazy on the carpeted floor, and have lots of fun playing on the stairs.
Enough about my cats though, 'cause I'm well aware that everyone doesn't love them as much as I do. Which reminds me of something (one more cat story). The Time Warner guy (Who was incredibly hot! I expected some old, fat man.) had to come over yesterday to fix my ghetto cable. So, he comes in and Muffin gives him the death stare and then Hallie runs away. He then says to me, "What? You don't like dogs?" Huh? What would possess someone to say that upon meeting me? Why do you have to make it seem like dogs are better than cats? As if a person would have to absolutely hate dogs to even consider not having one, and that said person would be making a horrible decision by doing that!
I proceeded to explain to him that up until 2 years ago I did not like any animal at all, but he didn't really seem interested. He had already classified me as a loser cat lady who hates dogs. Whatever! I proceeded to classify him as a loser cable guy who thinks he's hotter than he is AND has no manners whatsoever. Actually, I take that back, he covered up his shoes before walking on my carpet which was nice of him. Maybe he has SOME manners, although I'm sure it's in his policy and procedures manual to do that.
Ya know what? This is a pretty lengthy blog without my going into my realizations about myself, so I'll save those for next time. I'll close this blog with a photo of my adorable little girls in one of their favorite places in our new home.
Anyway, Muffin, Hallie & I are settling nicely into our new home. It's more room than I originally thought it would be which was a pleasant surprise. The girls absolutely love running like crazy on the carpeted floor, and have lots of fun playing on the stairs.
Enough about my cats though, 'cause I'm well aware that everyone doesn't love them as much as I do. Which reminds me of something (one more cat story). The Time Warner guy (Who was incredibly hot! I expected some old, fat man.) had to come over yesterday to fix my ghetto cable. So, he comes in and Muffin gives him the death stare and then Hallie runs away. He then says to me, "What? You don't like dogs?" Huh? What would possess someone to say that upon meeting me? Why do you have to make it seem like dogs are better than cats? As if a person would have to absolutely hate dogs to even consider not having one, and that said person would be making a horrible decision by doing that!
I proceeded to explain to him that up until 2 years ago I did not like any animal at all, but he didn't really seem interested. He had already classified me as a loser cat lady who hates dogs. Whatever! I proceeded to classify him as a loser cable guy who thinks he's hotter than he is AND has no manners whatsoever. Actually, I take that back, he covered up his shoes before walking on my carpet which was nice of him. Maybe he has SOME manners, although I'm sure it's in his policy and procedures manual to do that.
Ya know what? This is a pretty lengthy blog without my going into my realizations about myself, so I'll save those for next time. I'll close this blog with a photo of my adorable little girls in one of their favorite places in our new home.
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