Saturday, July 21, 2012

Miss Daisy Update

If you want to track Miss Daisy's progress, there is a blog!
Here is the link:

I know I've been obsessed with the search and now curious with how she is doing.  Her owner is posting updates so we can all follow along with her progress.

Malley and I are sending our well wishes for her!

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Daisy is Home!!

Just wanted to do an update.  Daisy the greyhound was found today - she is safe and alive!

She was missing for 22 days.  She was found by her greyhound daddy, and with the help of so many volunteers.

Once again, I have to say that I am honors to say that I know this greyhound group.  If I'm ever lost, call them to find me!

There were so many people worried, praying, searching, distributing flyers, making phone calls and doing so many things to help bring Daisy home.  And now she is safe in her own bed again.  Brings tears to my eyes.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Greyhound People Rock!!!

Last Wednesday a greyhound went missing in the Watkinson, Georgia area.  There was a bit of miscommunication, but by Sunday the search was on.  I went out Sunday and helped the search.  By the time I had to leave there was 20+ people out there looking, from the 3 local Atlanta Greyhound groups.  The search is continued Monday and today, Tuesday for this lost Greyhound, Daisy.  And it has been hot as hell here with temperatures reaching over 100 degrees.
I am always amazed that when the call goes out for a lost greyhound, the troops mobilize so quickly.  People hit the ground searching quickly.  It's almost as fast as a lost child!  This is a wonderful group of people to be associated with and I am so honored to be able to call myself a greyhound person.

I'm having problems posting the flyer for the lost dog, so here is the picture of Daisy:

If you are in the area and want to join the search, contact me and I'll tell you how you can help.

I'm hoping today is the day that Daisy if found and that she is safe!

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Too cute not to share

I nabbed this from facebook, I don't know who to give the credit to, but it was just too cute and too true not to share.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

What a week!

After a few months of unemployment, I took a temp gig with a company who shall remain nameless.  The reason for the namelessness is so I am not sued for libel.

I knew going into the gig that the position was a temp-to-perm, which means that I could be hired on permanently if they liked me.  I also knew after the interview that this wasn't an audit shop (it was an internal audit position) that I knew I didn't want to work for.

So, today was my 4th day.  Long story short, I was in a meeting with another temp employee, the supervisor and the manager.  I was asked a question, I answered the question.  The manager responded and by his response, I could tell that he didn't understand my answer.  So, I said something to try to clarify my response.

The next thing the manager said was "You need to talk less and listen more".

The meeting was then over.

I proceeded to walk to my cubicle and gather my things.

I then walked back into the manager's office.  By then, his boss, a VP, was sitting in his office.  I normally would knock and ask to come in.  This time I just walked in, laid my badge on his desk and said, "Nobody tells me to shut up" and I left the building.

Now, anyone that knows me knows that I do not walk off a job.  They also know that I will stand up for myself.  That was the single most unprofessional encounter I have ever had.  I may not have reacted in the most professional manner, but damn it felt good.

I don't care how broke I am right now, I refuse to be treated that way.  So, it's back to the job hunt for me!

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Greyhound Tattoos

I've been stealing other's pics off of Facebook and posting them here.  They have all been greyhound related, so since they typically promote greyhound adoption, the others don't mind.
This doesn't really promote greyhound adoption, but I just think it's too funny (and too true) not to share.

I do want to eventually get another tattoo related to greyhounds.  I haven't figured out what the design will be yet.  I somehow want to get the racing numbers of the hounds I have had integrated into the design.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Thank You

I want to say thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes.

And thank you to those who spent the night before my birthday with me having a wonderful dinner! There was lots of laugh, some even not at my expense! And Jodi's cake was delicious!

Turning 40 wasn't quite as bad as I expected.

I had a wonderful time with Dad here. He is back home now. Mally misses him so much!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Beer Batter Onion Rings

My great-aunt Rene has a recipe for Beer Battered Onion Rings. Dad and I decided to try it yesterday.

We made the batter and let it set overnight. Today, we fried up the onion rings and they were delicious! I couldn't keep up with making the rings as fast as we were eating them in the beginning!

But - I do need to make a point for those of you who share recipes. If you change something in the recipe, update the recipe!!!!

The recipe says let the batter sit for at least 3 hours. Dad pointed out that Rene once said it's best to let it sit overnight.

My mother use to do that! I would make something and it wouldn't be quite right and I would ask her. She would then tell me that she changed something. Oh, yeah, thanks for telling me! I'm using her recipe, written in her handwriting, but it's not right....geez woman!

So, if you change something, let the people know!

Anyways, the onion rings were incredible!

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Mally is one happy dog!

Dad arrived today and Mally is so happy to see him!

I, too, am happy Dad is visiting. I earned Daughter of the Day for picking out a good place to eat on the way home from the airport, so I'm happy with that!

Despite what some people think, I can actually cook, so tomorrow, hopefully, I will earn Daughter of the Day again when I make chili.

Unfortunately, the time will go by quickly, Dad is only here for a long weekend. But, we will make the most of it. He is already asleep on the couch.

Good night all!

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Shoes Glorious Shoes!

As I said in an earlier post, my friend Jodi ordered a pair of shoes for me for Christmas. They arrived today! I'm so excited. I am known for my shoe collection.
I love them!
As you can see, I had to try them on immediately! They have some damn high heels! And a high platform! I love it!

I originally saw these shoes online about a year ago, in silver. I wanted a pair for Angie's wedding. Could not find them anywhere in the Atlanta area. Now, I own them in black, which will go with so many more outfits.

Can't wait to wear them!

Thank you Jodi!

And by the way Alex - if something should happen to me, you will inherit my shoe collection.

Monday, February 6, 2012


Those of you that know me well, you know that I hate Valentine's day.
Yes, it is because I am single. Ironically, the years that I have been in a relationship, Valentine's day was worse than being single.

I am a hopeless romantic at heart. Over the years, I have come to call February 14th "Evil Day".

As Evil Day approaches, I do a few things to prepare myself. This coming week, I will be watching horror flicks. The Shining and the Exorcists are good stand by's.

On Evil Day itself, I will wear all black. My best friend back home, Angie, wears all black also. She hates the day as much as I do, and we show solidarity by wearing all black.

The other thing I do, and have done for the last 7 or 8 years, is create a "mixed tape" for myself. Angie receives a copy of it each year also. It is called "Anti-Valentines CD".

Side note - last years CD did not go out until this year. Since we were planning Angie's wedding, it didn't seem appropriate to send her a copy.

Some of the songs are cheeky fun songs that just 'dis' on love in general. Some songs are about true broken hearts.

This year, Angie's daughter - my "love child" Alex, also received a copy, of both last year's and this year's CD. Alex is now 16, and Angie and I both feel she is ready to learn about love and it's ups and more importantly, it's downs. The child has been through a few, and maybe these CD's will help in the future.

Tonight, Angie and Alex received their copies. Through Facebook, I got a smiley face, so I assume she liked it!

So - if you hate Valentine's day like me - pull out your black clothing and put together your own mixed CD of anti-valentine's day songs!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Retired Racers....

I have seen this picture on Facebook a few times and just felt the need to share. I think it is way too cute.

Yes, this is the life of a retired racing greyhound.

There is an ad tonight during the Superbowl for Skechers that features Greyhounds. There is a bit of controversy surrounding the ad. At this point, I won't go into my position on Greyhound Racing, but it's awesome to see greyhounds featured in an ad that will be seen by so many people!

Just like the greyhound above, I have a feeling that my Mally will sleep through the whole thing.

Friday, February 3, 2012


I live in Georgia now, but I grew up in Nebraska. I didn't mind the snow and cold, but I hated shoveling. When I lived there - I still lived with my parents, and Dad wouldn't buy a snow blower!

The one weather phenomena I loved was Thundersnow. When it was a thunder storm and snowing at the same time. Yesterday, when I was talking to my dad back home, he said the weatherman was predicting thundersnow for this weekend. I am so jealous!

I don't know if it is still in the forecast, but the midwest is due to get hit with a nasty snow storm. I hope everyone is ok during the storm - but if anyone gets thundersnow - think of me! I love thundersnow!

Wednesday, February 1, 2012


Here me ROAR!

As many of you know, I am fiercely independent. I have lived on my own for many years. Which, means I have learned to do simple home repairs.

Today, I fixed my toilet. The chain for the flapper broke. Yes that is a very simple repair, in most cases. Well, the toilets in this house have a plastic "chain". Not so simple. And it broke off at the flapper.

So, I had to replace the flapper. I purchased one with a real chain, not that dang plastic strip. And smooth as silk, replaced the flapper, reattached the chain, adjusted it and it works!

I just had to brag a bit about myself!

Friday, January 27, 2012

How Old Does Google Think You Are?

I've been hearing some about Google predicting people's age by their on-line activities. Well, I decided to try it myself.

Here is the result:

Age: 18-24
Gender: Female

If you would like to try it yourself here is the link:

Personally - I am liking Google's result!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

What is your new adopted Greyhound thinking?

What is your new adopted Greyhound thinking?

This breed has never been asked to do anything for itself, make any
decisions or answer any questions. It has been waited on, paw and
tail. The only prohibition in a racing Greyhound's life is not to
get into a fight -- or eat certain stuff in the turnout pen.

Let us review a little. From weaning until you go away for
schooling, at probably a year and a half, you eat, grow and run
around with your siblings. When you go away to begin your racing
career, you get your own "apartment," in a large housing
development. No one is allowed in your bed but you, and when you are
in there, no one can touch you, without plenty of warning.

Someone hears a vehicle drive up, or the kennel door being unlocked.
The light switches are flipped on. The loud mouths in residence,
and there always are some, begin to bark or howl. You are wide
awake by the time the human opens your door to turn you out. A
Greyhound has never been touched while he was asleep.

You eat when you are fed, usually on a strict schedule. No one asks
if you are hungry or what you want to eat. You are never told not
to eat any food within your reach. No one ever touches your bowl
while you are eating. You are not to be disturbed because it is
important you clean your plate.

You are not asked if you have to "go outside." You are placed in a
turn out pen and it isn't long before you get the idea of what you
are supposed to do while you are out there. Unless you really get
out of hand, you may chase, rough house and put your feet on
everyone and everything else. The only humans you know are
the "waiters" who feed you, and the "restroom attendants" who turn
you out to go to the bathroom. Respect people? Surely you jest.

No one comes into or goes out of your kennel without your knowledge.
You are all-seeing and all-knowing. There are no surprises, day in
and day out. The only thing it is ever hoped you will do is win,
place or show, and that you don't have much control over. It is in
your blood, it is in your heart, it is in your fate-- or it is not.

And when it is not, then suddenly you are expected to be a
civilized person in a fur coat. But people don't realize you may not
even speak English. Some of you don't even know your names, because
you didn't need to. You were not asked or told to do anything as
an individual; you were always part of the "condo association"; the
sorority or fraternity and everyone did everything together, as a
group or pack. The only time you did anything as an individual is
when you schooled or raced, and even then, You Were Not Alone.

Suddenly, he is expected to behave himself in places he's never
been taught how to act. He is expected to take responsibility for
saying when he needs to go outside, to come when he is called, not
to get on some or all of the furniture, and to not eat food off
counters and tables. He is dropped into a world that is not his, and
totally without warning, at that.

Almost everything he does is wrong. Suddenly he is a minority. Now
he is just a pet. He is unemployed, in a place where people expect
him to know the rules and the schedule, even when there aren't any.
(How many times have you heard someone say, "He won't tell me when
he has to go out." What kind of schedule is that?) Have you heard
the joke about the dog who says, "My name is No-No Bad Dog. What's
yours?" To me that is not even funny. All the protective barriers
are gone.

There is no more warning before something happens. There is no
more strength in numbers. He wakes up with a monster human face two
inches from his. (With some people's breath, this could scare
Godzilla.) Why should he not, believe that this "someone," who has
crept up on him, isn't going to eat him for lunch? (I really do
have to ask you ladies to consider how you would react if someone
you barely knew crawled up on you while you were asleep?) No, I will
not ask for any male input.)

Now he is left alone, for the first time in his life, in a strange
place, with no idea of what will happen or how long it will be
before someone comes to him again. If he is not crated, he may go
though walls, windows or over fences, desperately seeking something
familiar, something with which to reconnect his life. If he does
get free, he will find the familiarity, within himself: the
adrenaline high, the wind in his ears, the blood pulsing and racing
though his heart once again--until he crashes into a car.

Often, the first contact with his new family is punishment,
something he's never had before, something he doesn't understand
now, especially in the middle of the rest of the chaos. And worst
of all, what are the most common human reactions to misbehavior? We
live in a violent society, where the answer to any irritation is a
slap, punch, kick, whip, or rub your nose in it. Under these
circumstances, sometimes I think any successful adoption is a

He is, in effect, expected to have all the manners of at least a
six-year old child. But, how many of you would leave an unfamiliar
six-year old human alone and loose in your home for hours at a time
and not expect to find who knows what when you got back? Consider
that if you did, you could be brought up on charges of child abuse,
neglect and endangerment. Yet, people do this to Greyhounds and
this is often the reason for so many returns.

How many dogs have been returned because they did not know how to
tell the adopter when they had to go out? How many for jumping on
people, getting on furniture, counter surfing, separation anxiety,
or defensive actions due to being startled or hurt (aka growling or
biting)? So, let's understand: Sometimes it isn't the dog's "fault"
he cannot fit in. He is not equipped with the social skills of a six-
year old human but you can teach him. With love."

~From Kathleen Gilley~

I have read this before and wanted to share this. It is so true.

The first greyhound I had, Gemini, was straight off the track. He was also the first dog I ever had. It was a joy and a challenge to train him. I have since had 4 greyhound and have fostered many more. Greyhounds are quick to learn and want to please.

Now that I know things, the joy of watching a greyhound learn that carpet is comfortable is so much fun. Teaching one how to navigate stairs is worthwhile, but frustrating. Watching one learn what a mirror is, well that is just hilarious. Watching them develop their personalities outside of the kennel is one of the greatest pleasures I've had.

Unfortunately, I am not in a position to foster greyhounds right now. But as soon as I can, I will be fostering again! The joy from fostering is so worth everything and the things the dogs taught me were priceless.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Home Owner's Associations

Tonight, I am getting ready for my community's Annual Home Owner's Association meeting. I am currently President of the Board.

Our community does not have the great of participation in the HOA. Mostly, people only get involved when they are cited for a violation of the covenants, then they complain, we (the board) explain, and hopefully work it out, then they go about their lives again.

I hear of communities that have great participation, and I am jealous. I have been on the board for 4 years now. Mainly because we can't get a quorum (10% of the eligible voters) to attend an annual meeting, so the current board remains.

What I am telling you is that if you live in a community that has an HOA, please get involved. Go to meetings, see what your board is doing, ask questions. You are paying dues, know what your money is being used for.

The board's primary responsibility is to enforce the covenants. The covenants are there to protect the homes and property values. The board must act in a fiduciary manner with HOA's money.

Being on the board is a thankless job. I've been verbally accosted, yelled at, told to go to hell, had lawsuits threaten against me personally, and may be a hero to some in the neighborhood and the most hated in the neighborhood at the same time. But, it is important to me, because this is where I live, my home, and I want to be involved. If not as a board member, I will still be involved in the HOA. If I move to a different place, I will do the same.

Please, be involved in where you live, your home, your community.

Monday, January 23, 2012

Looking Up

Well, talked to a recruiter this morning, and feeling better about the job prospects.

I am keeping my fingers crossed - don't want to be unemployed at 40! Have a bit of time before then, but not much!

Hitting the job boards hard this morning, and working with recruiters. Keeping a positive attitude is the key.

I'll keep you posted! Thanks to everyone for your support!

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Passive Aggressive Dog?

So, I mentioned that I am not passive aggressive. I am a fairly direct person. Well, my dog Mally may be passive aggressive. He like to make me figure out what he wants.

He likes to howl. He will lay on his bed in the middle of the living room and howl.

He may need to go outside for a potty break. He won't go to the back door when he wants out, he just howls, while staying on his bed in the middle of the living room floor.

He may be hungry. He won't go to his food bowl, he just howls, while staying on his bed in the middle of the living room floor. Even though there may be food left in his bowl.

He may be thirsty. He won't go to his water bowl, he just howls, while staying on his bed in the middle of the living room floor.

He may want to go for a walk. He won't go to the front door, he just stays on howls while staying on his bed in the middle of the living room floor.

He may just want attention. He won't come to me unless I call him over, he just - well, you get the idea...

His howl is ear piercing, head splitting, sounds like someone is being killed, loud! It is hard to ignore. He will howl for about 5 minutes straight if I do ignore it. And most of the time I do.

Sometimes, the howling just gets louder and louder. And I worry that the neighbors will call the police thinking that I am performing animal sacrifices in my home! So, sometimes I do cave and give in to his howl. I know, it is rewarding the bad behavior. But, I do have to think of others.

I was told that the howling was a sign of intelligence. He is communicating with me. I wish that he would find another, quieter, way to communicate!

Friday, January 20, 2012

What I Learned

So, I mentioned I had a rough day. Here's what happened. I had my 90 day evaluation at work. They decided to not continue my employment. I am okay with that decision. I was leaning in that direction myself.

I learned some things from working there. I can't anything specific without risking libel. But what I will say is this:
I re-learned the type of bosses that I work well for and the ones I don't.
I need to remember that when being interviewed for a job, that I am also interviewing the employer.
I learned that if I don't make a connection with someone, I should just stop trying and not force the connection.

The questions I have for myself is:
What is my dream job?
Do I stay in my field or try something different?

I don't have answers yet, but I hopefully will soon.
Now - I need to dust off the resume, again, and start thinking about my future.

A Special Thanks

Just wanted to send out a special thank you today.

Dad - you are the best - always supportive and know the right thing to say. You earn Dad of the Month.

Angie - thank you for listening and being there when I need you. And knowing that I called even though your phone was on silent.

Jodi - thank you for making me come over, get out of the house and not dwell.

You three mean so much to me. I love you guys!

Today was a rough day for me. I vowed to keep the blog about good and happy things. I haven't decided whether or not I will post my news. I'm still processing everything myself.

Lots of changes on my horizon. But, when one door closes, another one opens. So, I am staying positive and just refocusing my energy onto new and brighter horizons and opportunities.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

Shoe Fetish

I must confess - I have a shoe fetish. I love shoes. For work - I mostly wear heels. I love wearing high heels!

For Christmas, my friend Jodi and I decided to take each other shopping instead of buying each other presents. Well, I still need to take her shopping. But, I picked out a pair of shoes. She ordered them online. And two weeks later, she received a notice that the shoes were no longer in stock! So, today, she re-ordered them in the next size up. Fingers crossed. Hopefully we don't have to wait 2 more weeks to find out I'm not getting my shoes!

I first saw these shoes back in the spring when shopping for a pair to go with the dress I was wearing for Angie's wedding. I saw them online and then I looked all over Atlanta for them and couldn't find them. I wanted silver then. Now, we are trying to order black. It'll match more outfits. I love these shoes!

And yes - Angie's daughter - my love child - has developed my shoe fetish also! I'm so proud!

Here is a pic of our shoes at the wedding:

Sadly, my love child wasn't available for this picture. And - yes, this picture by the photographer (Thanks Lisa) was taken as a special request from me!

When (not if - WHEN!) my new shoes come it - I will most definitely be posting about them! My shoe fetish is bad enough that I could make this whole blog about shoes - but I promise I won't!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012


I'm not letting my blog slip again - I've just been busy!

Not much new is happening that I can post about. When I started posting again, I changed the theme a bit - away from the greyhounds to more of a general theme - funny stories, what's going on with me, etc. Another thing I won't do is call people out in this blog, unless it is in a joking manner.

Well, I am not a passive aggressive person. The stories I have would be too close for comfort and since I can't use names and it would be passive aggressive.

So, nothing to post about. Sorry.

Hope everyone is doing well!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Daughter of the Day - Continued

Well, I earned Daughter of the Day again! I booked plane tickets for Dad to come visit next month. He will be here over my birthday. I will be turning the big 4-0. Ouch!

As a CPA, in the middle of "busy season" (I can't stand that term - it is still tax season to me), it won't be a long visit. He is just coming down for a long weekend. I guess it is a milestone birthday.

I had trouble dealing when I turned 25. I think I have accepted turning 40.

I already have the grey hairs - although the bottle still says I am a natural blond.

My eyesight is changing - I realize I may need bifocals, but will wait till after my birthday to actually go to the eye doctor for the prescription.

My knees have been shot for years, and my orthopedic doctor told my I am 5 to 10 years away from total knee replacement on both knees. But there is NO WAY I am giving up wearing heels!

A co-worker today said I didn't look 40. She would put me at 34 to 35. I didn't know what to think. Just 5 years younger? Hmmm?

Anyways - I'm ready to be a cougar! Bring it on 40! (I have to start psyching myself up now for it)

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Daughter of the Day

My father and I have a great relationship. We joke a lot and laugh a lot and sometimes it is not even at each other.

Growing up, I would often joke that I was his one and only favorite daughter. He would be quick to reply that he knew I was the one and only, but wasn't sure about the favorite. Then he mentioned the imaginary daughters. Damn them!

Just a few years ago, he made some remark about me earning "Daughter of the Day". I made some comment back about having some stiff competition. And then the imaginary daughters reared their ugly heads again.

And so began the "Daughter of the Day" jokes, and rules.

If I do something good, I earn Daughter of the Day.

If I don't piss him off, I earn Daughter of the Day.

If I earn Daughter of the Day for a majority of the week, I earn Daughter of the Week.

If I earn Daughter of the Week for 3 weeks of the month, I earn Daughter of the Month.

And so on....

Then he tells me that the rules can change at any time. And he just makes them up as he goes along.

It took me till August of 2011 to earn Daughter of the year. Did I mention that I am an only child?

I did discover that if I don't talk with my dad for a day, I automatically earn Daughter of the Day. Hmmmm, maybe I should screen more phone calls......

Often, we joke when we talk, "did I just earn Daughter of the Day" and he will say "yup".

I can earn it for little things, like remembering to have whipped cream for the dessert, or pointing out a hot girl for him to check out. (hey, if it's retroactive - I earned Daughter of the Decade for the 2000's for buying him the Girls Gone Wild series in 2005)

Anyways, this Christmas, as a present, Dad gave me a set of Trophies.
The labels are hard to read so:
Daughter of the Moment
Daughter of the Second
Daughter of the Minute
Daughter of the Hour
Daughter of the Day
Daughter of the Week
Daughter of the Month
Daughter of the Year
Daughter of the Decade
Daughter of the Century

2012 started off well - I earned Daughter of the week on the first Sunday night! And so far I've earned Daughter of the Day all 15 days.

Take that you imaginary daughters!

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Heart Broken by a Candy

For those that know me, you know I hate Valentine's Day. I have hated it for years. I call it Evil Day. I wear all black on February 14th. The only good thing about that day is the candy. Most candies are just repeats in red, white and pink. But there are a few that only come out this time of year. All the stores have their Valentine Candy out now, so I decided to look for my favorite.

Specifically, Gobstopper Hearts. Those are one of my favorites. Every year I buy some. (Ok, I may buy quite a bit and hoard them - they are hard to find) Now, the Gobstopper Hearts are different from the regular Gobstoppers. They are thinner and have different flavors. Not every store carries them. I can only find them at Target and sometimes at Walgreens or CVS.
Today, I stopped at Target on my way home from work. No Gobstopper Hearts. So, after searching and searching the Target Valentine candy aisle for them. I left the store, disappointed. I stopped at CVS also, and nothing.

So, I drove the rest of the way home, heartbroken by Gobstopper hearts.

Friday, January 13, 2012

Happy Friday the 13th!

I'm not a very superstitious person, but I have a friend who is. And this is a story about her.

I obtained her express permission this morning to post the story on my blog, so I am not violating any codes of friendship.

Anyways, a few years back, Angie was in Germany dealing with some stressful things. I called her and she was venting and at the end of the vent she said "and to top it off tomorrow is Friday the 13th!"

Unlike me, I thought quickly and told her that in Europe, they don't believe in the superstition of Friday the 13th, it's just a USA thing. She believed me, calmed down and all was good. At this point, I am feeling relieved because she is calm, but guilty because I have lied to her and she believes me because she trusts me that much that she doesn't even question me.

Fast forward a few days and she lands back in the states. She calls me to let me know that she has arrived safely. Well, I can barely contain my laughter.

I proceed to tell her that Friday the 13th is a superstition all over, not just a USA belief. If I remember right, she may have cussed at me a bit. But, if she did, I didn't hear it over my laughing.

So, now every Friday the 13th, I call her or text her and ask her if she is leaving the country for the day.

So, Angie - did you go to Canada today? Or are you just in a Canada-state-of-mind?

My friend sent me a link to a picture of a beautiful owl. I couldn't get that picture to post, so I found another picture. Both of these reminded me of my mother. She loved her owls. I just thought I would share.

Some of you have heard an owl after she died, feeling her spirit visiting you. I have yet to have an owl visit me. You are incredibly lucky that way as I haven't had a visit, yet.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Perverted Old Men

WARNING - If you are easily offended, don't read this post.
I'm warning you, it's about a dirty old man and boobs.
Luckily, I am NOT easily offended and can spot pervy old men.

So, here's some background:
When I go to work, I dress professionally, and I don't show skin or cleavage. That being said, there are times that I may have on a new shirt or sweater that may hang differently when I move and I don't realize it until after I wear it.

So, here's the scene:

I'm working in a client's office. I step into the boss's office to review something with him. There is an elderly gentleman in there. The boss says to come on in and he and I discuss the issue. The elderly gentleman joins in with some casual conversation. I take some notes on what the client is telling me. I notice the elderly man hasn't bothered to comb his hair, but I pay little attention to him.

Anyways, the elderly man starts to move in his chair and says he needs to leave and asks me if I can do him a favor. I am thinking he is going to ask me to help him get out of the chair, as he doesn't look very mobile.

I was wrong. He sticks one foot forward and asks me to tie his shoe, stating that if he ties it he will throw out his back. I noticed that the shoe was tied, but it was tied very poorly.

Let me pause here and explain a few things. I know a few perverts (Neil) , I won't call anyone out by name..........
But, I have also seen their tricks. I won't admit to falling for any, but I have seen this trick before. (Bob)

Back to the story, since I am in a client's office, I can't be rude. And it's also not in my nature to be really rude. And, I also can't stand shoes laces tied incorrectly!!!!

Also - I am not quick with the witty comebacks.

So, I knelt down, keeping my back completely straight and brought my knees up against my chest, so there would be NO VIEW WHATSOEVER!

Yeah - the pervy old man was trying to look down my shirt. I knew it, and by the time I was done tying his shoe, he knew that I knew it.

I then went back into the conference room we were working in and shut the door and told the partner what happened. We laughed a bit. I did find it kinda funny. Like I said, I'm not easily offended.

But, I also leaned over the table we were working at to test just how loose the sweater is that I was wearing. And, dangit, I now have to take that new sweater out of rotation for work.

Looks like I need to add a "leaning test" before I leave the house in the morning.

Catching Up, Part 2

I knew I forgot to mention something in the last post. It was nagging me all night long.
I forgot to mention the Wedding of the Century! No, it wasn't Will and Kate. It was my best friend Angie and Mike!

Angie's selection of Maid of Honor was stellar! And the Wedding Coordinator couldn't be beat. Well, I am a little biased. The wedding was this past July and I had so much fun planning it, oh I mean helping her plan it. And it was an honor standing by her side as her and her husband took their vows.

The reception wasn't without a little drama, but like a true lady, I handled it all with grace and charm, and everyone had a great time. The wedding was the highlight of the year!

Isn't she a beautiful bride? And her dress is gorgeous! And the wedding cake was AWESOME!

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Time to catch up

Since my last post, I've been told that I need to keep this blog up to date.

I didn't realize I actually had an audience out there! Well, can't be that many of you, but I do like to hear from you, so please leave me comments so I know you are out there.

Anyways, I will catch you up from the last post (pre-mally) till now.

Before I lost Gemini, I had another Greyhound, Mr. Deeds. Fostered him and then adopted him. I only had him 8 short months before cancer took him.

Before that, In December 2009,I lost my mother to lung cancer. Luckily it was a short battle for her. That's a picture of her last trip to Atlanta. Yes, if you read the blog, it's the trip where I treated her as my maid! UGGGHHH! We both look so bad in that pic! She is going to haunt me for posting it!

Exactly one week after, Heater suffered a stroke and died. I lost many more friends and family in 2010.

But, 2011 was a much better year. I changed jobs. Now I am working for a CPA firm. Back to a "busy season". WOW did I forget just how busy things can get!

So, that brings us to 2012. I am hoping things will be much better this year.

I will do my best to keep this blog up to date. That is one of my resolutions this year. But then again it was one of my resolutions a few years ago, and we see how well I did with that one....

Anyways, again, I love your comments, so please leave them for me.

It will encourage me to post more!

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Halo O'Mally - 1 year in his Forever Home!

So - I have neglected this blog for a long, long time. So much has happened, and I don't want to bore you with the details, yet. If I actually start blogging again, I may bore you with the stories, but for now I just wanted to post about Mally!

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of this "Gotcha Day" I adopted him one year ago.

He is different for the other 3 greys I have had. First - Mally howls, and howls and howls!!!
He is the most vocal greyhound I have ever come across. He is also more "velcro" than any other the others. He doesn't have Separation Anxiety like Heater or Mr. Deeds did. (Oh yeah, never posted about Deeds - I'll get back to that if I start posting again). But, Mally won't let me leave a room without following me.
Also - this is the only greyhound I have had that has actually raced with any success at all! he raced 88 times.
But, Mally is so friendly, just like every greyhound I've met.

So, Happy Gotcha Day Mally - a.k.a. Malikins, Mal, my goof ball, Howly McMalerson.