Friday, October 07, 2005


It's cold. I'm wearing corduroys and a turtleneck. And wool socks. Rumor has it that it will be back up to 75 degrees this weekend, so that is good. Although, I do love the change in wardrobe every time the season changes. However, I could dress this way every day - it's always freezing in our office. Today is no different, they're just not ready to turn on the heater.

So yeah, Jack's not going to walk in the Westie Walk. But we are considering getting another dog...Because we are retarded.

Speaking of retarded dog things. We've discovered "Frosty Paws" - an ice cream dessert for dogs. And Jack LOVES them. It's just frozen protein and some other stuff, it's not really ice cream. I only give him a third of each little container each time, but he thinks he's died and gone to doggie heaven. He has his treat while Todd eats his (or my) ice cream each night. I'm telling you, if you love your dog, you'll get him some Frosty Paws.

Thursday, October 06, 2005

Jack Luckey

So...yeah...There's a "Westie Walk" this weekend in Carrollton.
I think Jack needs to put on his Hawaiian shirt and get some exercise.


The dude who cut my hair this week, my priest, my husband, my co-workers...All very excited about the cold front that was supposed to be here today. It is chilly, but certainly not COLD. It is raining, though, and we haven't had any rain in a while, so that is good. For some reason, a change in temperature energizes me.

I might have written about windshield wipers before, I'm not sure. I'm obsessed with windshield wipers -- how well they work or don't work, the speed a driver chooses to use when I'm riding in the car with him, whether or not they make noises as they're wiping. I've noticed, while in the car with them or watching them in traffic, that men don't over-use the windshield wiper function. Todd doesn't use them enough. I feel comfortable enough with him in a car that I will operate them myself from the passenger seat. But sometimes (like this morning), I'm behind a driver who is clearly sitting in their car and not able to see through the rain. I worry about these people. Maybe they're conserving energy? I don't know. I know that I might need some new blades soon, though.

Back to the dude who cut my hair this week. BIG MISTAKE. My hairdresser moved to Austin, and since he moved I haven't gotten my hair cut - it's been months. I got desperate this week and found a new guy at the same salon where my hairdresser worked. At one point in the experience, I was telling him where to cut and suggesting methods that others have used another point, the other stylist in the room asked if he could offer some suggestions or help out. I mean, disaster. I don't hate my hair, but I certainly didn't get what I wanted. And I felt so trapped sitting there. His attitude was like, "I've been working on it for over an hour now, your time is up." And I was left sitting there, unsatisfied. Even the other dude said, "If you have another client after her, maybe she can come back?" He just shrugged his shoulders. Like he was a mute or something. As I'm typing this, I'm getting angry with myself for not speaking up...Oh well. It's not like I don't wear it up in a ponytail every day anyway.

I need a personal assistant to clean my house, pay my bills, and make sure my desk is in order every day before I come to work. I need about 4 more hours in each day. I will wish for that tonight.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Back to work, it's Monday.

Poker and Uno on Friday night. Rockin'.

Saturday, we did some laundry and cleaning, then I worked on our budget. We're trying to consolidate our student loans and do something with our credit cards that makes sense...all I know is that what we're doing now doesn't make sense and that I hate being a grown up. I need a financial planner.

Saturday night, Todd, his dad and brother, and my cousin went to the Santana show at Nokia, thanks to my friend with the great ticket hook ups. I had patio time with my cousin -- we drank wine (correction: LOTS of wine) and exchanged recipes and good stories. We haven't done that in months, so it was nice. A late night, indeed.

Sunday - church, then lunch with the family. We did our grocery shopping then went to see "The Exorcism of Emily Rose". Disturbing. Dinner with Todd's family that evening and home at a decent hour.

I don't enjoy spending my Sunday nights dreading the work week ahead...I know that this feeling comes and goes, the stress at work will come and go, it just seems that it's here to stay for a while, though.

Today I cut my finger in the break room, cutting open the wrapper of a delicious black bean wrap that I ate for lunch. I sliced it pretty deep, and the Band Aid is in such a bad place that it hooks onto the keyboard keys as I type. I'm not sure, but I think the amount of blood I've lost and the bandage interference is reason enough just to go on home and recover for the rest of the day.

I am stuck on Band-Aid brand, cause Band-Aid's stuck on me.