Desoto and I encountered outr first town skunk last night. As we are 0 for 2 against the Stratford skunks, I am not expecting us to fare any better against the Charlottetown skunks, so I am on constant high alert when we walk at night. Luckily, I saw the skunk an instant before Desoto did, so I managed to get a good grip and brace myself. The head went up and you could just hear the thought process "A kitty! I love kitties! Must chase the kitty!" In my head, Desoto sounds like Forest Gump (Jennie!), but after a short tug-of-war, I won. Although I did get a few dirty looks as we walked along after (mean Mommy).
I finally got myself a pair of Crocs, and now I am never taking them off. So comfortable. And so ugly.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Friday, July 22, 2005
Wedding Crashers
Christine and I went to see Wedding Crashers the other night, and it is one of the funniest movies I have seen in a very long time! I laughed so hard there was snorting. Christine was laughing so hard at one point that I leaned over to tell her to take a breath, or I was scared she would have an aneurysm. Very, very funny. I have always loved Owen Wilson (the Butterscotch Stallion), but now after seeing Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which he totally steals, and this movie, Vince Vaughn is my new favorite.
A friend of mine says that her fantasy is Vince Vaughn in bed with her and Owen Wilson standing beside the bed entertaining her.
"Lock it up. No, you lock it up" is repeated endlessly at my work now.
A friend of mine says that her fantasy is Vince Vaughn in bed with her and Owen Wilson standing beside the bed entertaining her.
"Lock it up. No, you lock it up" is repeated endlessly at my work now.
Guess what I bought....
Desoto is a genius
So it has been fairly warm lately, which I would normally love except for 2 things. My office is not air-conditioned (it averages about 28 - 29 degrees), and neither is my house. The house not being air-conditioned isn't so bad for me, but Desoto is suffering. He is built for cold weather, not hot, so he mostly lies around, panting big puddles of drool onto my hardwood floor. I take him to the beach to swim lots (he loves the beach) or take him to my parents to play in the hose, which he also enjoys. During the night, he will wake me up frequently so he can go outside and lie in the dirt under the deck to cool off. I don't have a hose, due to no outside faucet, so I was trying to come up with a way to cool him off, mostly so I could get some sleep, so I decided to put him in the bathtub and run the cold shower over him. This was a great idea! I am a genius too! Desoto loves the shower. Except now he wakes me up all the time and then goes and stands in the bathtub, waiting for me to turn the shower on.
The other night, I was sound asleep and Scott, my roommate came home. He went into the bathroom, to do whatever, when he heard this odd noise (Desoto makes a strange snuffling, grunting, wild animal sounding breathing noise sometimes). After recovering from the fright induced, almost heart attack, he turned around to find Desoto standing in the bathtub, waiting for someone to turn on the water.
When Scott told me this the next day, after I stopped laughing (sympathy being in short supply in my house) I asked him if he had turned the water on. After looking at me like I was insane, and asking why he would want to do that, I explained my genius idea. Scott didn't exactly say that he thought I was, indeed, a genius, but he did say that he had been wondering why the bathroom floor was always wet lately.
The other night, I was sound asleep and Scott, my roommate came home. He went into the bathroom, to do whatever, when he heard this odd noise (Desoto makes a strange snuffling, grunting, wild animal sounding breathing noise sometimes). After recovering from the fright induced, almost heart attack, he turned around to find Desoto standing in the bathtub, waiting for someone to turn on the water.
When Scott told me this the next day, after I stopped laughing (sympathy being in short supply in my house) I asked him if he had turned the water on. After looking at me like I was insane, and asking why he would want to do that, I explained my genius idea. Scott didn't exactly say that he thought I was, indeed, a genius, but he did say that he had been wondering why the bathroom floor was always wet lately.
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Boring
I haven't been posting lately, mostly because I have been busy with the work and the work, and haven't been doing anything worth talking about. I went to a movie, went out for dinner, had some drinks, went to the beach, walked the dog, and that about covers it. Liane says I am so boring she is not going to read my blog anymore. At least I post more than Jennifer.
Other than that, I have been reading all aboutTom Cruise and Kate (she is apparently too grown up for Katie) Holmes and waiting for someone to stage an intervention, kidnap and deprogram Miss Holmes. I think the Vatican should do it, since she used to be Catholic, and if the Pope thinks Harry Potter is bad, he should really take a stance on TomKat. Now, don't get me wrong, I love the Tom, but I love him more when he does not talk. I fully realize that he is as crazy as a bag of hammers, but when he is not talking, at least he is pretty.
Other than that, I have been reading all aboutTom Cruise and Kate (she is apparently too grown up for Katie) Holmes and waiting for someone to stage an intervention, kidnap and deprogram Miss Holmes. I think the Vatican should do it, since she used to be Catholic, and if the Pope thinks Harry Potter is bad, he should really take a stance on TomKat. Now, don't get me wrong, I love the Tom, but I love him more when he does not talk. I fully realize that he is as crazy as a bag of hammers, but when he is not talking, at least he is pretty.
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