Friday, September 28, 2007


Another boating season has come to an end and Summer Breeze is no longer in the water. Sniff, sniff.... I love when she goes into the water and hate it when she comes out. However, this winter will be much more bearable with the addition of a hot tub in our back yard.

Farewell Summer Breeze for another winter! We will come down and visit you often.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007


For some reason, I get a lot of forwarded jokes. I think this is because my family is so riduculously large. However, I got this one this morning and it made me shriek with laughter!

Little Girl or Chris Farley? You be the judge...

I know, I know - I am going to hell! And I don't care. Am totally giggling now just looking at the picture again.

Tuesday kisses to all,

Monday, September 24, 2007


Week 16
- has kennel cough
28 pounds
19 inches high
19 inches long

It never ceases to amaze me how much he as grown since we brought him home 9 short weeks ago. He has completely transformed our lives - in the way that only a puppy can. That being said - when he spills my wine I still could cheerfully give him away but then I would want him back 10 minutes later. When I see Wilson snuggled up with him my heart melts into this big pile of goo!

We can't wait until this damn kennel cough is gone so that he can go back to doggie daycare and playing with his best pal Ivy again.

Growing puppy kisses to all!

Thursday, September 20, 2007


I now really feel like a mom! Arthur has kennel cough - which sounds a lot like croup. Apparently as I have since found out - this is 'kennel cough season'...who knew??? It is like a bad dog cold with a horrible cough that makes you think your sweet puppy is about to die. Then you feel like you are about to die as you get NO sleep! Then the drugs are seemingly making Arthur forget all of his housetraining. I am afraid to have a shower - and let me tell you I need one for fear that Arthur is going to pee on my shoes or something.

And on top of it, I am very PMessSy and hate everything and everyone. Frankly I have enough of a hate on right now that if there is someone that you do not have enough hate for - let me know, I have extra hate and can spare you some.

I do not know how real moms do this with live children - who actually talk back and everything. It is all I can do to handle this small puppy some days and not murder all and sundry around me. Wine certainly does help - A LOT!!!!!!

I will stop whining now and go back to trying to work from home. Thank you Internet for allowing me to whine AGAIN!

Whiny, pmeSy kisses to all

Wednesday, September 19, 2007


I am so bored of all the bullshit that I have to do at work that I can't conceal it anymore!!!! Here is a short list of the things that I would rather be doing than be here:

- anything
- playing with Arthur
- drinking wine
- anything
- having a massage or mani or pedi or all of the previously mentioned items
- anything
- sticking a pencil in my eye
- walking dogs with Mellie
- playing with Arthur
- anything

I am not sure if I have made it clear how little I want to work anymore. However the lottery is not cooperating with me. Where is the money tree from which I can help myself? Why doesn't my husband make so much money that he looks at me and says with great affection "I make so much money that you do not have to work if you do not want too!" (that is a bit 1950s for me but still a nice fantasy).

I either have to find a new way to make money, win the lottery or shut up and quit whining about it. I know which option I will have to choose...

Bored kisses to all,

PS - walked the dogs with Mellie last nite! Much fun and hilarity ensued as we watched our dogs frolic and play. And then we ate sushi!!! Loved it and want to do it again soon!

Tuesday, September 11, 2007


Six years ago today, I was blithely sitting at my desk when my phone rang and a girlfriend told me that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Tower. I was shocked but thought the pilot had had a stroke or something like that. Never did I think it was a terrorist attack. I came out of my meeting to find that the entire world had changed as we knew it and life in so many ways would never be the same. I left work, went home and spent the day with my best friend and my dog - somewhere safe, warm and comfortable. I knew that while life for me might include inconveniences it was still all as I knew it. I think about those people calling home for the last I love you every once in a while and am so grateful that no one I know lost their life on that fateful day.

Then last year a good thing happened for me - our dear friends Jer & Tif had a gorgeous baby boy named Jonah on September 11th and now for me September 11th is about renewal. I celebrate a birth instead of looking back at sadness.

People die, things change, time passes and we all move forward. Such is the circle of life and today - I marvel at the resiliancy of the human spirit.

So happy birthday Jonah and may all of you call home to tell someone that you love them - for no other reason than you can.

Kisses to all,

Monday, September 10, 2007


On Sunday, 365 days ago, our sweet Mellie became a wife on a cottage dock! Never had she looked more beautiful or happy and never did ReRe and I drink more wine than we did that night! (Internet, remind me to share the story of me singing "Sweet Caroline" on the DJ's microphone, ReRe trying to wrestle it away from me and then Mellie's friend Caroline saying it was her song and then singing into the mic! Good times!!)

Jewemy got it so right when he picked our girl to spend his life with - smart, funny, gorgeous she really is all that and a bag of chips (low fat of course)!

Happy anniversary dear friends and we look forward to celebrating many more of life's milestones with you!

Anniversary kisses,


Tuesday, September 04, 2007


I am now back from vacation and am not happy - until I just read this email from my girl Cari in Vancouver. I laughed out loud and then decided to waste more time by posting this for all to see!

Reality sucks when you come back from vacation - desparately need a lottery win so that we can live like that all the time! Hope you enjoy the chuckle internet!

New Rules for living - courtesy of George Carlin
1. No more gift registries. You know, it used to be just for weddings. Now it's for babies and new homes and graduations from rehab. Picking out the stuff you want and having other people buy it for you isn't gift giving, it's the white people version of looting.

2. Stop giving me that pop-up ad for <> ! There's a reason you don't talk to people for 25 years. Because you don't particularly like them! Besides, I already know what the captain of the football team is doing these days --- mowing my lawn.

3. Don't eat anything that's served to you out a window unless you're a seagull. People are acting all shocked that a human finger was found in a bowl of Wendy's chili. Hey, it cost less than a dollar. What did you expect it to contain? Lobster?

4. Stop saying that teenage boys who have sex with their hot, blonde teachers are permanently damaged . I have a better description for these kids: 'Lucky bastards.'

5. If you need to shave and you still collect baseball cards, you're a dope. If you're a kid, the cards are keep sakes of your idols. If you're a grown man, they're pictures of men.

6. Ladies, leave your eyebrows alone. Here's how much men care about your eyebrows: Do you have two of them? Good, we're done.

7. There's no such thing as flavored water. There's a whole aisle of this crap at t he supermarket, water, but, without that watery taste. Sorry, but flavored water is call ed a soft drink. You want flavored water? Pour some scotch over ice and let it melt. That's your flavored water.

8. Stop screwing with old people. Target is introducing a redesigned pill bottle that's square, with a bigger label. And the top is now the bottom. And by the time grandpa figures out how to open it, his ass will be in the morgue. Congratulations, Target, you just solved the Social Security crisis.

9. The more complicated the Starbucks order, the bigger t he asshole. If you walk into a Starbucks and order a 'decaf grandee, half-soy, half-low fat, iced vanilla, double-shot, gingerbread cappuccino, extra dry, light ice, with one Sweet-n'-Low, and One NutraSweet,' ooooh, you're a hug e asshole.

10. I'm not the cashier! By the time I look up from sliding my card, entering My PIN number, pressing 'Enter,' verifying the amount, deciding, no, I don't want Cash back, and pressing 'Enter' again, the kid who is supposed to be ringing me up Is standing there eating my Almond Joy.

11. Just because your tattoo has Chinese characters in it doesn't make you Spiritual. It's right above the crack of your ass. And it translates to 'beef with broccoli.' The last time you did anything spiritual, you were praying to God you weren't pregnant. You're not spiritual. You're just high.

12. Competitive eating isn't a sport. It's one of the seven deadly sins. ESPN Recently televised th e U.S. Open of Competitive Eating, because watching those athletes at the poker table was just too damned exciting. What's next, competitive farting? Oh wait, they're already doing that. It's called 'The Howard Stern Show.'

13. I don't need a bigger mega M&Ms. If I'm extra hungry for M&Ms, I'll go nuts and eat two.

14. If you're going to insist on making movies based on crappy old television shows, then you have to give everyone in the Cineplex a remote so we can see what's playing on the other screens. Let's remember the reason something was a television show in the first place is that the idea wasn't good enough to be a movie.

15. And this one is long overdue: No more bathroom attendants. After I zip up, some guy is offering me a towel and a mint like I just had sex with George Michael. I can't even tell If he's supposed to be there, or just some freak with a fetish. I don't want to be on your webcam, Dude. I just want to wash my hands

16. When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to hear '27 months.' 'He's two' will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.

17. If you ever hope to be a credible adult and want a job that pays better than Minimum wage, then for God's sake don't pierce or tattoo every available
piece of flesh. If so, then plan your future around saying, 'Do you want fries with that?'

Just back from vacation and not at all happy about it kisses to all,