I wish I was a Pomeranian named Molly, and my humans would bath me; pamper me; love me; spoil me; feed me out a silver dish; give me all kinds of delicious treats; pick up my terds; carry me when I’m too tired; rub my belly; and buy me new toys.
I would chase after sticks; sleep all day; bark as loud as I want; brush my teeth without lifting a finger paw; roll around in the mud; and eat “cookies” without worrying about my figure.
Yup that would be the life.
You can do more than write on them! A fun project to do at work when you’re bored at home when you’re sick of reality television – the flowers are sticky notes and the box is made from my recycled monthly newsletter.
Here’s how: Flower and triangle box
Not only do my dad and I work for the same company, but we work in the same building (before I was laid off early this year – my desk was ironically right out side his office). Now that I have been re-hired at the bank, I work on the other side of the building.
My dad is a “Chief Credit Officer” for commercial banking in NYS (I think that’s his title) – so he is high up on the hierarchy ladder, and customers and other clients send him gifts every year for Christmas, mostly food baskets filled with goodies. Maybe they’re hoping for a better interest rate on their loan?
Anyway, the mailroom delivered a package to my desk to day because it was addressed to “Churchill,” so without thinking or looking at who it was from I signed for it.
Then I opened the package – and ate the contents.
My dad is an extremely picky eater (he doesn’t eat anything green, and he doesn’t like turkey, so on Thanksgiving my mom always makes him his own chicken dish. It’s actually quite amusing.). Usually, when he receives these gifts he puts them on the communal filling cabinet, and the whole office has a free-for-all. My point being, he most likely wouldn’t have eaten the delicious chocolate covered pretzels that were gifted to him.
It said my name – I think that’s an honest mistake, right?
My favorite thing about living in a city is that everything is an arm’s reach away. Last weekend Sam and I strolled in the rain across Memorial Park by the NYS Museum; through Empire State Plaza to that funny shaped building they call The Egg, (while everyone else was trying desperately to find a parking spot and getting lost in the eerie parking garage).
Daniel Tosh, a comedian and host of Tosh.0 on Comedy Central (airs Thursdays 10pm) was performing. Sam said he saw his show, which pokes fun of video clips on the internet and thought it was amusing. So, when Tosh came to the Capital Region Sam thought it would be a fun “romantic evening” for us. Why he used the word “romantic” to describe a night of laughing at the idea of how awesome is would be if we could fabreeze the homeless; or laughing at how big the Octo Mom’s vagina is after fourteen kids would be “romantic” is beyond me. But it was great evening to do something together even if the gesture wasn’t leading towards a dreamy or romantic evening.
I will say, the show was funny in a disturbing, twisted sort of way, making fun of things that honestly should never be laughed at. Nonetheless the audiences, including myself and Sam were laughing.
Here is a clip – (please don’t read if you are offended by profanity – I will repeat – WARNING BAD LANUAGE): Daniel Tosh interviews his audience
If you don’t already know – I hate squirrels with a passion. I cannot comprehend how such a cute and furry creature can be so destructive and just plain mean. (Survival – whatever, I get it)
Last weekend Sam and I went to his little brother’s wedding (I still need to post about this read about it here), and we were given the largest mum for “most improved couple” (still not sure what that means) and a cute little pumpkin as wedding favors.
We live in downtown Albany, so we don’t have a lawn where you can throw hay barrels and corn stocks all around to make it look festive (this is what they do where I’m from anyway). We do have a front stoop – and we usually set out a pumpkin or two to decorate for the season. Our stoop looked very festive for about five days. Then the squirrels came and decided to help me carve my pumpkin.
There is a house a block down the street who also had some squirrels over for pumpkin carving.
Cuddle up — it’s cold out there.
