Everyone loves pictures so here are some of mine you might not have seen:
This is my desk at work decorated with pretty flowers one of the brokers gave me. And yes, that IS a David Cook picture under the clear matting there. How funny you should notice.
This is my drive over the bridge into work one day last week. Yes I know I should be driving rather than photographing the clouds but don’t they look cool?
Don’t ask why because I don’t even know but this figurine makes me happy. I remember sending a picture of it to Lauren saying how much I loved it and wouldn’t you know? She got it for me for my birthday that year. Do you think it was foreshadowing my love for all things COOKie?
This picture sums up my dog’s personality entirely. What a doofus. I love him but he is a goofball beyond measure. Max de dogg, he is.
And finally, the goddaughter of Love & Pudge, (on the right) pictured here with her twin sister, Andi. They don’t normally go out dressed that way but what fun is it having girls if you can’t dress them up like dolls?? (Admit it, she’s a cutie even with the resemblance to you-know-who.)
(picture from here)
Whyever for, you ask? I couldn’t tell you but here I am. Actually, I have been awake since about 3:30 or 4 but Sophia was demanding her early morning lovies and I couldn’t refuse her. This entails her laying horizontally across my throat, purring like there’s no tomorrow. It’s actually pretty comforting to me, too. (It makes for boring blog posting though, doesn’t it?)
Monday and Tuesday I rode my little bicycle 3 miles down the trail here and loved it. Totally feels like fun and not exercise. I will ride again tonight (that sounds so serious, doesn’t it? AND I SHALL RIDE AGAIN TONIGHT, she said! hehe) weather permitting. Since it’s getting cooler, I am planning on making this an everyday thing. Try not to faint if I do it or laugh at me if I don’t, k?
As you can see, I am so not witty at 5:54am. Off to find more coffee. Oh, btw, one of my friends (who shall remain nameless to protect his grievous faux pas) told me that I should “forget Cookie” in favor of Josh Groban. First, if you think I can ditch my Cookie love that fast, you don’t know me well. And second, JOSH GROBAN? I’ll give you he’s a trained vocalist and some of his stuff is quite lovely but … just … no. I don’t even know if he has arm porn. Nice try, though.
Don’t ask what cow tales are. Â Just know that a.) I love them and b.) I shouldn’t. In fact, everything that is in them would also be found on a “Oh for the love of God don’t eat this” list.
To wit: wheat flour, corn syrup, dextrose, sugar, partially hydrogenated  soybean oil, high fructose corn syrup, modified whey, skim milk, cream, mono and diglycerides, salt, lecithin, corn starch, and artificial flavors.
And I should never, ever have bought them to keep in the cookie jar. Because I have them in the evening with coffee and they are so good that you know it’s a sin to be eating them.
(REMINDER TO SELF: don’t buy these any more)
So, yeah. Â Fun ride home over that damn bridge today. Seriously, people. Can you please have your disabled car issues and fires and whatnot AFTER rush hour? It took me an hour and a half to get home tonight and this is getting old. Â I love where I live but the getting here over that bridge day in and day out sucks. Â There’s always something going on which makes getting over it a pain in the ass. Â GRR!
What else can I whine about? Oh yeah – found out another COOKie show in the area (Richmond) but it’s on a weekday in October and no way can I either take a day or two off work and/or drive to Richmond and back in one evening. Â The chicks are all going and I really do want to but … think I must be an adult. Â /sigh/
How cute is my baby? Will she hate me if I call her the Goddaughter of Pudge and Love? Sophia is just too funny. Â Even though she was the one full of attitude early on (she would start snorting when she was pissed), now she’s all love and placidness while her sister Andi takes over as Drama Mama. Â I don’t know how Kim manages all of it – the babies, a full time job (she takes them with her) and everything else she does. I have always been in awe of her abilities to do 100 things at a time (like build huge bookcases or paint the entire house, etc) but she totally rocks.
More tomorrow … and my response to the Queen’s Meme.
I want my own laptop back! The power cord took a dive on Friday and even neighbor Greg couldn’t resuscitate it. I ordered a new one and it’s on the way but I’m stuck sharing with Duty until then. I miss my stuff. Tons of new Cookie pics and I can’t download them. The HORROR!
Anyway, I did get a lot accomplished this weekend since I didn’t spend copious time surfing (as usual) so that was good. I had my own personal crab feast Saturday evening while watching an episode of Intervention. Just me, crabs, beer and tivo. Life is good!
Best part: I got to see my little goddaughter Sophia this weekend (who still looks like Rushbo too much for my liking. But I loves her to pieces anyway! Universe, quit laughing at me. (shakes fist at the sky!))
Yummy watermelon! Or not … she didn’t seem too enthused, did she? I think she was half asleep.
The weekend ended with a new ep of Mad Men with limited commercial interruption and Don Draper bringing the sexah! Not too bad at all.
Meet Luke, Cousin O’Cool’s boychild. He is the most fun kid (how could he not be with who he has as a mom?) and so damn cute. You’d never know he’s just two, would you? He melts my heart when he finds me in a crowd, takes my hand and leads me over to sit near him. I asked C O’C if he did that for everyone and if the answer was yes, don’t tell me. Heh. She said he didn’t so that made my day! Yeah, our family pretty much adores this kid. Plus, he has a name that starts with the letter “L” in honor of our sweet girl Lauren.
This is baby Sophia, who is officially my Goddaughter of Love #2. Despite looking like a small Rush Limbaugh, I adore her! hehe Sophia is smart, snorty and half of a set of twins that our friends Kim and Sal are adopting. I am beyond thrilled to be asked to be a Godmother again. And I know Lauren sent this. How do I know? Well, Cousin O’Love pointed out to me that in this picture, I am wearing a “Life is Good” tshirt (La was wearing one in her last days on earth) and Baby Sophie is wearing yellow (La’s signature color). So, yeah. Thanks girly. I will love her muchly.
This is the view from where I sit in my sunroom. It’s our backyard and while I don’t often go in the pool, sitting near water (even if inside in the air conditioning) is very peaceful. I am pretty sure we bought the house just for this view.
And, of course, these arms. :)
Now that the three-day weekend is at a close, I shall serve up some pipin’ hot random thoughts. Perhaps in list form, perhaps more stream-of-(un)consciousness, who can say? Let’s begin, shall we?
Lists and whatnot:
1. It is possible to run out of gas in a Prius despite getting eleventy million miles to the gallon. Just sayin.
2. Sounds that make my skin crawl: bagpipes and fireworks – together. Neighbors should be glad I am not the gun-totin type.
3. A clean house is nice. I predict it stays that way until 0700 tomorrow and that’s it until family comes to visit again.
Streams and whatnot:
I don’t think I finished my “100 things about me” series. Might have to do it just to show I can actually finish one damn thing I start.
And I am thinking about a new blog design. It will be two years since the last one and while there are elements I like, there’s much I have outgrown and need something fresh. Unfortunately, the woman who designed it un-Facebooked me after we tangled on some political matters. I’m pretty sure she’d say no to any blog revision requests but I could be wrong. And mayhaps it’s time for a completely new designing perspective. Anyone know of any really good Word Press blog designers?
I still dislike being a host(ess). Think I should just move into a small apartment so I can say “Oh, so sorry you can’t come visit but my house is just too small.” I was able to handle Charlie’s visit last Sunday perfectly because it was just one person. And I wasn’t exhausted when he left. Yesterday was that multiplied by thirteen plus a two year old. Hence, my being in bed at 9:30 last night dreaming of wandering through parking lots looking for my mother on the second floor and getting in an elevator with a sign posted as such: “If the elevator starts falling at a rapid pace, hold on tight and think positive thoughts.” Yeah, positive thoughts will make that high speed crash landing much easier, I’m thinking.
How come I am not only surrounded by people having babies (and calling them the names I would have named mine (Maddie and Sophia)) but they are appearing in my dreams as well? One dream involved my getting home late from work (after taking two buses to get there) and finding out they were going to take my baby to orphan court. I had to pay them $200 to not do that. Another baby dream recently involved having to change a diaper that was, shall we say, filled to the brim and beyond with baby poo. What’s with the dreams, people?? Can’t I have good ones? How about one involving a hot Italian guy and a hotel room? That’s gotta be more fun than crashing elevators, orphaned babies and poo-filled diapers! I think I’ll submit my request to my Dream Masters and see what they come up with. Wish me luck.
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