Friday, June 19, 2009
I don't have any money. I'd like some. I'm working, Den is working, there is nothing else I can do to get any money, so no use worrying about it.
I'd like to sell my house and live in FL full time. Economy sucks, can't sell my house here in MI. Have to do that before we can buy a bigger place in FL. It's fun to dream of that day.
I'd like Den and I neither one to have to work. That'll happen. It'll be awesome when it does.
I am happy.
I was working today. A grueling 9.5 hour day if you must know. Really kicked my ass. I was tired when I went in and it never got better.
A table of people I know came in. There were 8 of them. They stayed 2 hours or more. They laughed and laughed and laughed. They laughed so hard other people were smiling...it's contagious you know. That's when I realized I've not had a good belly laugh in a long time. I miss that. I do that a lot in FL.
My friends from FL aren't here to make me laugh. I'll just have to do it on my own.
I'm thinking "The Birdcage" might do the trick. It's one of my favorite movies of all times. Ian mentioned it in his blog this morning and even just the mention of it made me laugh.
Yes, I think that's the ticket.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
There was a mama duck and 10 babies. The gym is on a very busy 4 lane road. Mama was attempting to gather her brood together and I just knew she was going to try to cross the road as the lake is on the other side. I looked back and called to Den to come see as he was in between sets. The whole gym came forward and we all watched. I wasn't going to get off the elliptical as I was going strong and still had 10 minutes left. I was so hoping someone that was standing in there watching would run out and stop traffic. They'd have had to do it barefoot though as you couldn't wear your gym shoes outside. We were all barely breathing and watching...she'd gather them and charge for the road then a car would whiz past and she'd back up a bit. She must've made at least 5 tries when the angel stopped. A girl that had left the tanning salon next door threw her car in park and got out. She walked right out into the middle of the first 2 lanes of traffic with her arms up in the air. The universal symbol for 'STOP! DUCKIES!' you know? After they cleared the first of those 2 lanes she moved into the opposing 2 lanes of oncoming traffic and stopped them too. Mama and all 10 babies crossed safely and a cheer erupted from the gym. There was much clapping and happiness.
The angel got back in her car and drove away. I finished my 10 minutes on the elliptical. Mama and babies lived another day!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
So, I got my new Dressbarn credit card in the mail and it needs to be activated. Did I want a Dressbarn credit card? No, but they gave me 20% off my dress I bought, plus a 20% coupon off the next thing I buy. So, I shall use my 20% off coupon the next time I need clothes, and then probably cancel the account. I'm not the credit card company's dream girl. I pay every credit bill when it's due. Never carry a balance, so they get no interest off me. I only apply for these 'extra' cards if they make it worth my while. That reminds me, I need to activate the Babies R Us card too! Anyway, as usual, I digress.
I call the toll free number to activate my card. Push this button, hit that star, enter this number, give us your firstborn son, you know the drill. Get to the part where it wants me to enter the account number and of course it won't take it. Trick number one, get the customer on the phone and try to sell them something else. So, I'm immediately pissed. Do I want to spend time talking to some asshole when I've already pushed this and pressed that? Absolutely not. So, I'm talking to the asshole of course. He asks me everything I've already punched in. Then of course it all has to be verified, and while that process is taking place, do I want to buy credit card protection. I said NO! Do I want to hear about it? I said NO! So, said asshole starts telling me about it. That was it, twig snapped, last straw broke. I said 'Excuse me Pasquale, I said I didn't want to hear about it.' He keeps talking. I start pressing buttons on the phone and he says 'hello?'. I said 'I told you I didn't want to hear about it.' He says 'oh aren't you interested in credit card protection?' I said 'whether I am, or I am not, is of no consequence to you as 'I SAID I DIDN'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT IT'. Does he say, OK, then? Oh no. Mr. I never went to school and this is the best job I'll ever have keeps talking!!! So, I started singing 'Sherry'! Those of you that know me, know I can't sing. I know the words to Sherry, and I sang them at the top of my lungs.
Funny, my card seemed to have been activated at that precise moment.
So, while he kept talking, I kept singing and then I hung up on him.
I feel better. I'm warmed up. I'm off to call Babies R Us and activate that card now!
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
This was the lowest moment in Pixie's life. She hated this coat. She wouldn't move in it. We had to carry her outside as she literally wouldn't move with the coat on. Once outside, she just stood there, head down, not moving at all. It was total humiliation in her little world. We threw the coat away.
I thought this would make a good Christmas card. Pixie didn't think so. She was not happy, yet again.
Pixie has a happy place. It's where her Daddy is.
She loves her Mason. This was last year. Mason was 3 months old. Pixie was 8.5 years old.
Is there a point to this blog other than cutsie pictures of my 'dog'? Well yes. This is the first pet I've ever had. People used to tell me things about their animals, and I'd think 'good grief, it's a (insert animal here), for goodness sakes. I never knew the emotions attached to having a pet. I got Den this dog for Christmas in 1999. He wanted a dog. I didn't. I compromised and got him a little dog. He loved her from the first moment he saw her. I got her from the local vet that breeds miniature long haired daschunds. I got pick of the litter. I knew which one was ours the very first time I saw the litter. I gave Den a camcorder tape in his stocking that I'd made as Pixie couldn't come home for 6 weeks. She was born December 22. The vet goes to our church and of course Den had to rush over to them after Mass on Christmas Day. He asked if he could come over and see her right away. I said 'DEN! It's Christmas Day for goodness sakes!' So, we went over there on Christmas day of course. He walked in and Pixie came right up to him. Yep, she was our dog from that second on.
Pixie blew a disc in her back in October of 2007. We had to make a difficult decision in a few hours. It was either a VERY expensive surgery, that might not work, or put her to sleep. We didn't have the money. Den was heartbroken. We held her in a soft blanket and took the golf cart out around the park to discuss what to do. She wasn't in pain. She was paralyzed. Den just wasn't ready to lose her. We drove her early the next morning to a town 1.5 hours away only to find the surgeon/vet wasn't in. He'd gone home. They looked at Pixie, knew what she needed, called the vet, and he came back and did the surgery. It was a long recovery. She's not 100%, but she's Pixie. We're still in debt from that surgery!
My friend Daphne's daughter's kitten went missing a few days ago. I understood the angst. I wouldn't have 9.5 years ago. I'd have thought 'it's a cat for goodness sakes'. Pets are more than animals. They become part of your life. I was very happy to get an email from Daphne tonight saying Wendy the kitten was home! I felt relief.
I guess this is just a little thank you to Pixie. I've enjoyed the 9.5 years. I know I'll miss her when she's gone. I also know I'll never have another pet. There will never be another Pixie.
Monday, June 1, 2009
Thoughts for today.
When the girl got out of her car at the gym/tanning salon and coyly checked out her reflection in the window, did she NOT know we on the elliptical machines could see her? I'm guessing Carly really wrote the song for her.
Why do I need to pee AFTER I get all the way to the basement, settle myself in my chair and cover up with my blanket?
Why do assholes insist on driving in the passing lane even if they're not A. passing, or B. turning left? It makes it almost impossible to make a left hand turn out of a business. Selfish bastards.
There were more.
Some not fit to print.
I think I need to have a cuppa and chill!