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Monday, May 21, 2007
Sunday, May 6, 2007
Saturday, May 5, 2007
Woo-hoo, I am happy, happy, happy! I just got
back from the auction and I got a $1500 orthodontic
gift certificate for $750! It's the orthodontis
that I was going to take the kid to anyway, so
this is a $750 savings! Yay!
As for butts in my face, there were none tonight!
Another good thing! I pretty much stayed at my
table, so it was cool. Anyone that talked to me
sat in the chair beside me. Last night at the
gallery turned out okay too. It wasn't as crowded
as I thought it would be, and I only had one purple
corduory monster meet my face.
Another good thing happened today and that is that
I got some super good photos. I'd like to share
them, but I'm having trouble dumping them onto the
computer for some reason. I'll try to post some
tomorrow.
I'm reading a pretty good book. I can't remember
the name of it, and I don't feel like looking right
now. It's about this woman who falls from the top
of her apple tree and dies. Her dog is the only
witness. Her husband is trying to teach the dog
to speak so that the dog can tell him exactly what
happened - why was she climbing the tree, and did
she jump or accidently fall? I know it sounds
kooky, but it's good.
back from the auction and I got a $1500 orthodontic
gift certificate for $750! It's the orthodontis
that I was going to take the kid to anyway, so
this is a $750 savings! Yay!
As for butts in my face, there were none tonight!
Another good thing! I pretty much stayed at my
table, so it was cool. Anyone that talked to me
sat in the chair beside me. Last night at the
gallery turned out okay too. It wasn't as crowded
as I thought it would be, and I only had one purple
corduory monster meet my face.
Another good thing happened today and that is that
I got some super good photos. I'd like to share
them, but I'm having trouble dumping them onto the
computer for some reason. I'll try to post some
tomorrow.
I'm reading a pretty good book. I can't remember
the name of it, and I don't feel like looking right
now. It's about this woman who falls from the top
of her apple tree and dies. Her dog is the only
witness. Her husband is trying to teach the dog
to speak so that the dog can tell him exactly what
happened - why was she climbing the tree, and did
she jump or accidently fall? I know it sounds
kooky, but it's good.
Friday, May 4, 2007
What, no one wants to hear my funny dog story? Geez.
I have two big social events this weekend. I've attended both
in the past, so I kind of know what to expect. I'm not looking
forward to the one tonight. It's at a small gallery and there
will be tons of people there with no places for them to sit which
means I'll be looking at asses all night. Now some of you
(especially if you are a guy), might be thinking, "And that's
a bad thing?" Yes, it is a bad thing. For me it is. I'm sick
of asses. I'm assed out. I wouldn't go tonight if I didn't
have to.
Tomorrow's event isn't something I have to go to. I'm not quite
sure why I've chosen to go. Most of it involves a sit down dinner
though, which is good considering I'll be able to look at people's
faces instead of their asses. BTW, if you've got any spare good
luck wishes you could send my way, I'd really appreciate it. It's
a fundraiser/dinner/aution and I've got my eye on a $1500 gift
certificate from a local orthodontist. I'm hoping I'll be the
only one to bid on it. That way I could get it for way less than
$1500. And that is a good thing because the kid needs braces.
So, no one wants to hear the funny dog story, but I'm going to tell
it anyway. My dog Trudy always has to be the first one to the
car. Last one to the car is a rotten egg? I keep telling her that
she isn't actually a rotten egg, nor will she become one. It only
smells like she is one a few hours after she steals half of a pizza
or a loaf of bread. Back to the story, the other day my daughter,
my two dogs, and I were headed for the car. Like I said before, Trudy
always has to be the first one to the car. The problem was, she also
had to poop. So she ran to the car while in a poop squat, dropping
turds along the way. Okay, I know this story involves dog poop, and
I'm about as sick of dog poop as I am of asses, but it really was
funny to see.
I won't gross you out with the cat diarrhea story. A few friends were
mad at me when I posted a picture of the dog chocolate barf a while
back. This was way worse than the dog chocolate barf. Way worse.
I have two big social events this weekend. I've attended both
in the past, so I kind of know what to expect. I'm not looking
forward to the one tonight. It's at a small gallery and there
will be tons of people there with no places for them to sit which
means I'll be looking at asses all night. Now some of you
(especially if you are a guy), might be thinking, "And that's
a bad thing?" Yes, it is a bad thing. For me it is. I'm sick
of asses. I'm assed out. I wouldn't go tonight if I didn't
have to.
Tomorrow's event isn't something I have to go to. I'm not quite
sure why I've chosen to go. Most of it involves a sit down dinner
though, which is good considering I'll be able to look at people's
faces instead of their asses. BTW, if you've got any spare good
luck wishes you could send my way, I'd really appreciate it. It's
a fundraiser/dinner/aution and I've got my eye on a $1500 gift
certificate from a local orthodontist. I'm hoping I'll be the
only one to bid on it. That way I could get it for way less than
$1500. And that is a good thing because the kid needs braces.
So, no one wants to hear the funny dog story, but I'm going to tell
it anyway. My dog Trudy always has to be the first one to the
car. Last one to the car is a rotten egg? I keep telling her that
she isn't actually a rotten egg, nor will she become one. It only
smells like she is one a few hours after she steals half of a pizza
or a loaf of bread. Back to the story, the other day my daughter,
my two dogs, and I were headed for the car. Like I said before, Trudy
always has to be the first one to the car. The problem was, she also
had to poop. So she ran to the car while in a poop squat, dropping
turds along the way. Okay, I know this story involves dog poop, and
I'm about as sick of dog poop as I am of asses, but it really was
funny to see.
I won't gross you out with the cat diarrhea story. A few friends were
mad at me when I posted a picture of the dog chocolate barf a while
back. This was way worse than the dog chocolate barf. Way worse.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Howdy,
Sorry I haven't been here recently. I don't really
have much to say... Unless you wanna hear a funny dog
story? I've got some gross animal stories I could tell
also. For example, recently my cat had diarrhea on my arm.
About the iBOT though, I have a plan. The ball is rolling!
I'm not going to jinx it by sharing. Once I am in possession
of my iBOT, I'll share. It looks like I should be getting
it within the next six months.
In other boring news, we finally had a warm weekend with lots
of sunshine. It was wonderful except I overdosed on sun and
now I'm not feeling well.
Sorry I haven't been here recently. I don't really
have much to say... Unless you wanna hear a funny dog
story? I've got some gross animal stories I could tell
also. For example, recently my cat had diarrhea on my arm.
About the iBOT though, I have a plan. The ball is rolling!
I'm not going to jinx it by sharing. Once I am in possession
of my iBOT, I'll share. It looks like I should be getting
it within the next six months.
In other boring news, we finally had a warm weekend with lots
of sunshine. It was wonderful except I overdosed on sun and
now I'm not feeling well.
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