Celine Dion and Same Sex Marriage

I don't listen to Celine Dion, but I would never hate on anyone for listening to her. I mean, she's got a good voice. It's just not for me. But I would never yell at you if it made you happyl

Zing

Here is probably the best line that my husband has ever uttered to me:

"I would say that you should go to therapy... but they would just tell you to leave me."

Zing.

A Tale of Two Birds

Last weekend we went to Vegas. Normally I love Vegas - sunshine, great shopping, great food, etc. Chris plays a little blackjack. We're both happy. Well, this trip was not even close to fantastic. The weather in Vegas was incredibly miserable - 40 mph wind gusts that prevented you from walking outside and if you did go out, you'd get dirt blowing in your face and feel like hotel signs were going to collapse on you. Mix this with 55 degree weather and we were better off staying home. Plus, I just wasn't in the mood to shop (blast this darn economy) and Chris didn't come home a big winner in blackjack. What a stinky trip. Needless to say, it left a bad taste in my mouth and I AM DONE with Vegas for a long time. To confirm the fact that I am done with Vegas for a really long time, when we got home there was a dead bird once again on our front steps after it flew directly into our big "picture" window. I say "once again" because the last time that we got home from Vegas we had a bird on our front steps as well. It's like we have so much debauchery in Vegas that we cause nature to die. So, yeah, I'm done with Vegas.

Like Me

I want a goldendoodle. One of the many reasons I want this specific type of dog is because I think owners and their special little guys should look just a tad alike. These women take it to the extreme... (it's quite possibly one of the best photos ever:)...

As soon as I get my pup, I hope to have a picture to rival this one.

Dickies!!

Last Friday I was getting my husband ready for work and he was complaining how his dress shirts are getting so tight. "All of my clothes are shrinking." Needless to say, it's winter in MN and we are not as active as in the summer. Anyways, he came up with a fantastic solution which would allow him to breathe but still appear that he was wearing a collared shirt under his sweater... a dickie! As soon as he said that word, I cracked up. I hadn't thought of dickies in forever, let alone a homemade dickie. I wish I still had one, I'd rock it.

Sicko

I have been sick since Super Bowl Sunday (I mean really sick - stomach flu/fever/aches, etc.) and hence have missed worked the past two days. These are the first two sick days that I have ever taken in my whole adult working life. I have discovered a whole new MAGICAL daytime world...

-My neighbor's kids go to Blake School (bus just dropped them off) which is a really expensive and exclusive Minneapolis school. My level of respect for them just grew a bit.

-The mailman delivers weekday mail at around 1pm. It's a man, not a mail lady.

-CSI is a really really bad show and no where near the quality (or believability) of Law & Order.

-My neighbor across the street (the wine dealer), has a whole array of really cool bags that he uses to carry his wine in.

-I love that Bravo plays marathons of their shows ALL of the time. Today I caught my first ever Work Out and I have to say that I got pulled into it.

-I love pampering myself with facials, super long showers, and then sitting around with my bangs bobby pinned straight back (normally I never show my widow's peak but no one is here to see it)

The Crazies

Every once in awhile, I will be in a meeting and the neon lights start making me a little crazy and I will start to drift off on this funny train of thought that's like, "What if I just started screaming at the top of my lungs right now. What would happen?" There have been a few times where I have been sooooooo close to actually doing it. It's a great fear of mine that someday I will snap and actually do it. Does anyone else have these urges? I know my husband does too and we talk about it at home often... for example one day someone had brought a baby into his office and everyone was standing around looking at the baby and all he wanted to do was take the glass of water he had in his hand and pour some water right on the baby. What would everyone do? It's hilarious to think about how close we ride the edge between sane and insane-- kind of like how just a tiny pane of glass separates you from the tigers at the zoo. Whenever, I have one of these urges, I always just say to myself... "This is what separates me from a crazy person. I will not scream in my coworker's face." It has worked up until this point :)