While the list of books I'm reading is a bit longer than I intended, I realized that I have a bookmark in several books on my dresser. So, I am a little ways through each of them (and maybe a couple more). It just depends on how much time I get to sit and read. Sometimes it's not on the comfy sofa I'd prefer, but by small travel reading light in bed while John sleeps next to me... or (more often than not) in that tiny room where the shower is--YES! I read on the toilet! HA!
Anyway, I was going to add one more book that my sisters got me (and read more of than I) for my bachelorette party... but I didn't want to embarrass them. Or me.
Happy reading!!
Monday, June 23, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Our cat's a squirrel!!
Ohhh, how I wish I were kidding. So, here's the story...
John took our cat (we'll call him "GTC" to protect his identity) to the groomers to get his claws cut (because we'd prefer to skip the trip to the ER if we did it ourselves) and to have the clumps of matted fur cut out/shaved. The woman at the groomers asked John if he wanted her to comb them out, but he explained that it would be a disaster if she tried. Somewhere along the way, she decided that he would "look silly" with just his rump and thighs shaved (note: they've done this many a time)... So (as if this makes sense to anyone else!) she shaved him--COMPLETELY!!! From NECK to TAIL. WHAT!?!?! (And she didn't even do a very good job of it, either!)
My husband sent me pictures of our no-longer-long-haired-feline while I was at work Friday...and I cried. Our beautiful cat is now shaved, ashamed, and a very sad sight. I am appalled that the groomer made this decision herself, and I will not take my business there again.
We paid $70 (no tip) for them to do this to our cat. $70. If I wanted him shaved (which we didn't!!) I would have done it myself. I will be going by tomorrow night to have a conversation with the owner, and I hope to get my money back as well. I don't feel that we should have to pay for that. My poor kitty (Angie, stop laughing) is not the same. Not only does he look like a rat, he's skittish, cold, and embarrassed. Who can blame him? I feel so bad for my baby, I've been spoiling him as much as I can.
Oh, here are pictures: Before & After "The Haircut"
John took our cat (we'll call him "GTC" to protect his identity) to the groomers to get his claws cut (because we'd prefer to skip the trip to the ER if we did it ourselves) and to have the clumps of matted fur cut out/shaved. The woman at the groomers asked John if he wanted her to comb them out, but he explained that it would be a disaster if she tried. Somewhere along the way, she decided that he would "look silly" with just his rump and thighs shaved (note: they've done this many a time)... So (as if this makes sense to anyone else!) she shaved him--COMPLETELY!!! From NECK to TAIL. WHAT!?!?! (And she didn't even do a very good job of it, either!)
My husband sent me pictures of our no-longer-long-haired-feline while I was at work Friday...and I cried. Our beautiful cat is now shaved, ashamed, and a very sad sight. I am appalled that the groomer made this decision herself, and I will not take my business there again.
We paid $70 (no tip) for them to do this to our cat. $70. If I wanted him shaved (which we didn't!!) I would have done it myself. I will be going by tomorrow night to have a conversation with the owner, and I hope to get my money back as well. I don't feel that we should have to pay for that. My poor kitty (Angie, stop laughing) is not the same. Not only does he look like a rat, he's skittish, cold, and embarrassed. Who can blame him? I feel so bad for my baby, I've been spoiling him as much as I can.
Oh, here are pictures: Before & After "The Haircut"
BEFORE
Isn't he handsome!?!
I love(d) that furry tummy.
...and AFTER
Does anyone else think he looks mad?
Hey I'm not the one that did this to you!!
I know Gussers, it's humiliating. I still love you.
Monday, June 16, 2008
Smoke 'n fries
So... I had Arby's for lunch, and the sandwich was fantastic. They got my drink order wrong, and the fries weren't very hot.
But, that's not the worst part about the trip. As I was pulling up to order, an employee walked out the door right by my car, then walked around the building and lit up a cigarette. I didn't smell it until I had to pull around the building (and stop) and she was RIGHT there. I rolled up my window and gave her a dirty look while doing so. I HATE the smell of smoke. She was standing right next to the drive-up lane! When I pulled up to the window, I handed the guy my card and said, "Quick question for ya... Is your staff supposed to stand in the drive-up lane to take their smoke breaks?" He repeated my question as if I'd just presented him with a complicated physics equation, and said, "Well, no. Where was this person?" I said, "Right behind the building, and I rolled up my window since I was stopped there and didn't want to smell the smoke right before I eat my lunch." He said he could understand that, asked male/female (female) and said that he'd report it to the manager. I thanked him, he smiled (a cheesy/creepy smile as if I was satisfied now) and I drove away.
As I pulled into work, I tasted my Dr. Pepper, which was actually Diet Coke. Strike two.
Then, I unloaded my lunch on my desk, and bit into a cold curly fry. Strike three.
Bummer. At least the sandwich was yummy!
But, that's not the worst part about the trip. As I was pulling up to order, an employee walked out the door right by my car, then walked around the building and lit up a cigarette. I didn't smell it until I had to pull around the building (and stop) and she was RIGHT there. I rolled up my window and gave her a dirty look while doing so. I HATE the smell of smoke. She was standing right next to the drive-up lane! When I pulled up to the window, I handed the guy my card and said, "Quick question for ya... Is your staff supposed to stand in the drive-up lane to take their smoke breaks?" He repeated my question as if I'd just presented him with a complicated physics equation, and said, "Well, no. Where was this person?" I said, "Right behind the building, and I rolled up my window since I was stopped there and didn't want to smell the smoke right before I eat my lunch." He said he could understand that, asked male/female (female) and said that he'd report it to the manager. I thanked him, he smiled (a cheesy/creepy smile as if I was satisfied now) and I drove away.
As I pulled into work, I tasted my Dr. Pepper, which was actually Diet Coke. Strike two.
Then, I unloaded my lunch on my desk, and bit into a cold curly fry. Strike three.
Bummer. At least the sandwich was yummy!
Ode to the Birthday Girl
J is for just plain fun!
E is for enjoy (cause I enjoy her!!)
E is for enthusiasm
P is for "pulling a jeepy"
Y is for youthful
S is for sister
H is for hilarious!
A is for awesome (no you're awesome!)
N is for nutty
E is for entertaining
E is for exciting
P is for Practically perfect in every way (Mary Poppins?)
Y is for your local _____ lady
E is for enjoy (cause I enjoy her!!)
E is for enthusiasm
P is for "pulling a jeepy"
Y is for youthful
S is for sister
H is for hilarious!
A is for awesome (no you're awesome!)
N is for nutty
E is for entertaining
E is for exciting
P is for Practically perfect in every way (Mary Poppins?)
Y is for your local _____ lady
(scrapbooking, garage saleing, etc. She can do it all, folks!)
L is for laughter
U is for uppity (up beat?)
L is for laughter
U is for uppity (up beat?)
Well, there you have it Ang, my tribute. I hope your birthday's GREAT!!!
Monday, June 2, 2008
I'd rather be...
So... you know those license plate holders, or bumper stickers that announce where the driver of the car would rather be, or what they'd rather be doing...?
My question to you is: what would yours say?
Having just come back from an Orlando vacation, one might think that I don't have the right to want to be anywhere else. There are so many people that don't have time (or take the time) for regular vacations, so I should be satified that I've had TWO in the past year... right? Well, too bad. I'd still rather be somewhere else than sitting at this desk and this computer right now.
I'd rather be...
- sitting at home with my hubby doing nothing at all
- playing out in the back yard with my dog, enjoying the sunshine
- stopping by a lemonade stand (do kids still do those?) and paying more than the posted price, just to see the kid's smile
- taking all three of my nieces the park
- sitting on a patio somewhere drinking iced tea and reading
- lost somewhere in the Rocky Mountains with a blanket, umbrella and my Bible
- hanging out with my mom
- hanging out with my sisters (together or one-on-one)
- seeing a new movie in the middle of the day
- at a beach with my hubby, digging our toes in the sand and begging him to ride the waves with me
Yeah, so I think that this work thing is overrated (although the income is a nice perk), and I'd rather be a stay-at-home wife... too bad John's not on board with that. :)
My question to you is: what would yours say?
Having just come back from an Orlando vacation, one might think that I don't have the right to want to be anywhere else. There are so many people that don't have time (or take the time) for regular vacations, so I should be satified that I've had TWO in the past year... right? Well, too bad. I'd still rather be somewhere else than sitting at this desk and this computer right now.
I'd rather be...
- sitting at home with my hubby doing nothing at all
- playing out in the back yard with my dog, enjoying the sunshine
- stopping by a lemonade stand (do kids still do those?) and paying more than the posted price, just to see the kid's smile
- taking all three of my nieces the park
- sitting on a patio somewhere drinking iced tea and reading
- lost somewhere in the Rocky Mountains with a blanket, umbrella and my Bible
- hanging out with my mom
- hanging out with my sisters (together or one-on-one)
- seeing a new movie in the middle of the day
- at a beach with my hubby, digging our toes in the sand and begging him to ride the waves with me
Yeah, so I think that this work thing is overrated (although the income is a nice perk), and I'd rather be a stay-at-home wife... too bad John's not on board with that. :)
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