Being Sick SUCKS!

I am just now caught up on my email and blog reading, finally! I caught a cold last week and spent Friday, Saturday, and Sunday feeling crappy. Why is it when I get sick, it is guaranteed to be on a weekend? I’ve been stressed lately about lots of stuff so I guess I was open to getting hit with something. I feel better today (off the cold meds at least) but I still can’t breathe through my nose or smell anything. LMizzle, the following snippet is for you, regarding your April 25 post:

Tony and I went shopping at the mall on Saturday for some new duds since it’s been a while and we have a wedding to attend next weekend. (I know I said I was sick, but I still dragged myself out to shop.) We had just finished up in Guess and were headed out the door when Tony decided to take a peek at some of their watches. So the salesguy opens the case and is showing Tony some watches, blah, blah, when I let a fart slip! It was silent (thank god!) and no one seemed to notice so I acted all casual. After we left the store, Tony says something like, “Holy crap! Someone let out the nastiest fart in the Guess store!” And proceeds to describe just HOW nasty it was etc. He looks at me and I can’t keep a straight face, so I admit it was me. Tony then goes, “Wow! I can’t believe that was you!” I’m like, “Dude! I have no sense of smell right now!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry!!!!!” Then I got the giggles. It was pretty embarrassing though because the salesguy MUST have smelled it too! At least no one said anything at the time or I would have DIED!

I spent Saturday night on the couch with Giggs while Tony went out with the gang. I was feeling too crappy to go. Plus, Tony shrunk my very favoritest pair of jeans and I was bummed to boot. They’ve never seen the dryer and I thought Tony understood that… apparently not. He feels bad though, so we’re gonna look for new jeans this week. I was kind of relieved that he shrunk them because I was having an “I’m too fat for my jeans!” attack. Then he fessed up. (Or maybe he’s just saying he shrunk them…)

Giggs has a strange rash thingy that’s bugging me. I first noticed it on his inner right elbow. It doesn’t bother him at all so I thought maybe he was developing a callus. It’s pink, the size of an ovoid quarter, but it’s scaly and the hair is gone. Now I’ve noticed the exact same thing on his right butt cheek. The skin is also flaky. Again, he is not bothered by it. I think it’s time for a vet appointment just in case. Anyone else seen something like this on their dog?

Interview Questions From AM

1. You find out you’ve won the BIG lottery. How do you spend the first 24 hours?

I’d spend a couple hours frozen, slack-jawed, trying to comprehend what just happened. Then I’d recheck my ticket a few dozen times. Then I’d tell Tony and my parents and have them recheck my ticket. After that, I’d dance around like a crazy person and then we’d head to the travel agent’s to book a trip for the whole family.

2. If life were really like a box of chocolates, what chocolate are you on now?

I’m on the kind of chocolate that has a the best filling ever BUT I can’t bite into it so I have to wait for the chocolate covering to melt in its own time before I can get to the filling. Not that the chocolate covering isn’t good (it is very good) but I’m getting tired of waiting to taste that filling but still trying to appreciate the chocolate for what it is as well. Make sense?

3. What reality game show (Survivor, Big Brother, etc.) do you have the best chance of winning and why?

The Amazing Race!!!! OMG I LOVE that show! I could win because I don’t have to kiss up to anyone and it doesn’t matter if people like me or not because there’s no voting people off. I also love to travel, I’m a machine in airports, and I’d do pretty much any task (skydive, bungee, swimming, etc.) plus, when I get into the travel-mode zone, there’s no stopping me. When Tony and I travel by car, the only time we stop is for gas (cuz we have to) so you’d better be peeing at that time! We’re total point A to point B ASAP people! My sense of direction is the pits but that’s where Tony comes in handy because he’s like a human GPS. Between the two of us, we’d kick ass! (And I’m pretty sure we could work together well enough to not hate each other in the end.)

4. What was your favorite tv show back in high school? Why do you think it was your favorite?

Hmmm… I didn’t have cable. My best friend and I were really into home improvement/decorating shows like Trading Spaces and shows like A Dating Story and A Wedding Story on TLC. I think we were obsessed with these types of shows because we could get ideas to dream about and plan our futures. Throw in some Ellen, SNL, and some Much Music (basically Canadian MTV) and that sums it up I guess. I played a lot of sports and I worked in a video store so I mostly watched movies.

5. Tell us about your High School Prom. How did you get ready? Did you go out to dinner? Did you have a good time?

Well, I was on the grad committee at my high school which was a smaller school (grad class of approx. 200) and we were like the planning nazis. I’d say Prom was well done because we made sure of it. The event was held at the biggest hotel in town, in one of the ballrooms. My friend’s parents had a timeshare there so all my closest girlfriends (four of us) got a suite at the hotel. We had a sleepover there the night before and we went to the pool, did face masks, gossiped, etc. then used the suite to get ready the next day. My friend’s sister is a professional make-up artist (she was going to school for it at the time) so she helped us all with our make-up. Then we took pictures together and our dates met us there with the limo and we took more pictures in the lobby. The limo then took us all to a mountain viewpoint, the beach, and a winery to take pictures as a group with some nice scenery. After that, we got dropped off back at the hotel for the festivities. We did a ‘grand march’ with all the grads and then had a grad class photo taken in the park. Then there was a great big dinner and dance and speeches, etc. in the ballroom with our parents and teachers. After the Prom part was over, we got changed in our suite and then went to the after party (bush party). My boyfriend borrowed my parents’ minivan and he was our designated driver. (He graduated the year before, so he wasn’t missing out.) We left the party at sunrise -that would kill me know if I stayed out that late and we did it several times that year. I’d say I had a good time.

Thanks AM! Good questions! If anyone else wants to play, comment and I’ll ask you five questions!

(Almost) New Toy!

Not for Giggs, but for his Mama! I actually got my new toy back in February but haven’t posted about it yet. Mostly because I’ve been too disorganized to get any pictures while the toy is clean. Gotta love rainy spring weather. Instead, I’ve ripped some pictures off the internet.

Here it is…

2006 Mini Cooper S Checkmate Edition!

Since it’s a 2006 model and had 14,000 km on it (I think that’s like 6,000 miles-ish) and was a head office car that they took to shows and stuff, I got a good deal. Yay! I *heart* my Mini! It hauls ass and Giggs looks really cute in it :) Vroom! Vroom!

Runaway

Tony and I came home the other day to find this waiting at the top of the stairs: (this is where Giggs usually greets us)

What are you doing Giggs?

You left me alone AGAIN!
I’m running away from home.

Goofy Guys

Some on you may have noticed Giggs’ shaved legs in the last post’s pics. The vet did this when he was neutered. Tony and I figured we’d better take advantage of the situation and take some ‘like father, like son’ pictures.

For as long as Tony can remember, he’s had no hair on that part of his shins. It’s either genetic or due to the fact that he puts his socks on funny and has worn the hair off over time (my theory). Or maybe from his soccer shin guards. Isn’t that funny? I had to take the picture close up so you can see the lack of hair (and because someone was in their undies). I tell ya, I’m jealous of those smooth little patches. I need to know the secret so I can do it to MY legs!

Here’s how Giggs sits when he’s waiting for us to get out of bed or if he’s waiting to go to bed:

He has a total aversion to putting his bum on the ground and will sit on anything he can to keep it elevated. If we’re out for a walk and we stop for a bit to talk to someone, he’ll sit on my foot. He sits on my foot a lot in obedience class too. Probably doesn’t look so good on me. I think it’s cute.