Favre. That’s really all I can say right now.
Well, and this: what an ^%$#&*(%.
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Burned, take twenty-seven
Published August 18, 2009 life and pups , local 6 CommentsTags: favre, jerkstores, packers
So, I’m back from two weeks’ vacation and am happy to be home. I adore vacation, but sometimes the best part is coming home. Seeing puppy and sleeping in my own bed (not in a hotel, a cabin, someone else’s bedroom) is so lovely. I took about a billion pics and am trying to figure out how to organize and edit them. I’ve decided to upgrade on Flickr to Flickr Pro, which costs $25 a year (as opposed to being free), but lets you upload as many pics as you want and create sets and all sorts of funness. I also — being the whimsical person I am — joined Picnik, which lets you edit photos in way cool ways and links to Flickr (as well as Facebook and a million other places). Ah, the internets.
Anyway, so I’m up to my ears dealing with my amateur pics, but I want to say, please wait on the edited ones and check back. Not that they’ll be great, but they’ll be better than what Flickr’s showing you now. It’s my fault — not Flickr’s (don’t hate me, my love!) — and soon I’ll fix it.
In the meantime, highlights from my trip: (1) seeing Kristin’s awesome apartment and her in her element there and trekking around pretty Brooklyn and eating in restaurants where people smiled at Sconnie me; (2) drinks with Fee’s friend Carla while we were drenched in Manahattan rain, and seeing my long-lost beloved friend, Heather, in Bryant Park with sweet potato fries; (3) playing the license plate game; (4) Andrea and Scott’s wedding, which was unbelievably lovely and simply perfect; and (5) Presque Isle; always home. Basically, the best thing was seeing friends I met in my late teens or early twenties and feeling just as proud to be their friends as I ever did. More, actually. I am so blessed with good friends. Even if they’re spread out all over the world (and so many in NYC!), I will always feel that they are a part of me. I will always be grateful that they have let me be a part of their lives. It’s a gift I don’t take lightly.
Folks? I need to hear from you. How has your summer been? Best moments? The ranking in Best Summers Ever? Great moments? I miss you.
I really hope my mom and Terry see this. They have wheatens. Click on the video. The dog is pretty damn cute.
I wonder if I could have done that for Graciehead. The only thing I don’t like about the article is the part in which the son says that he doesn’t like calling Mandy a ‘dog,’ that it seems demeaning. Um, what? Aside from the fact that she is a dog and there’s nothing wrong with that, I’m fairly certain she doesn’t really care what you call her. It reminds me of the time I was calling to book a kennel for Graceface years ago and was asked, “What kind of dog is she?” I said, “A mutt.” [Usually I say a ‘supermutt,’ but I played it safe]. The woman corrected me, “You mean a ‘mixed breed.'” Well, maybe, but I don’t think Gracie cares what you call her. As long as you call her.
Deep breaths, deep breaths. Just let me have a second to vent about something, ok? This is so cliched, but I really hate hate hate it when you’re in a meeting, or any sort of discussion (via email in this most recent case), and you have to say something ten times, in ten different ways, before someone finally hears it. Then someone else says it in another way (possibly the way you said it the first time) and then everyone says, “Oh, yeah, that makes sense. Good thought.” And this, of course, is directed at the person who just regurgitated whatever it was you said in the first place.
UPDATE (not that anyone has read this anyway): Another thing that sucks about being on the board of directors of the union is having to disagree with your friends. I just had a friend/member of the union come to me with a question about her work schedule and I clearly gave her an answer she did not like and she stormed out of here with a terse, “Thanks.”
I was recently informed that about 94% of blogs go idle after six months. While I’ve made it past that mark, I’ve stalled out a bit as of late. I suppose it’s mostly because it’s summer and there’s other stuff to do, it’s been uber-busy at work, and I’ve been uber-busy with the union. Though I think the real reason is that my mind has been scattered and coming up with any coherent thoughts has been rough.
I’m hopeful, though, that this will change shortly. A week from today I will be embarking on a two-week vacation. Hooray! The itinerary? Well, first let me say that it is a road trip. In a new black civic. With an i-pass. Hooray! Ok, we leave Monday for Dayton, OH to visit Papa. Then, Tuesday morning we leave bright & early (maybe) to hit the road for NYC. We’ll be visiting Kristin in Brooklyn (at last!) and the City until Friday afternoon. Friday afternoon we head north for Amenia, NY to partake in Andrea’s wedding festivities. That takes us until Sunday morning when we head out through Canada to reach Presque Isle, WI to relax on the cheerful waters of Presque Isle Lake with lots of family. I think it’ll be a good trip and I’m hoping for lots of fun photographs.
Anyone else have fun, close-to-end-of-summer (can you believe it?) plans?
