1) Where did you begin 2007? At home, I had the flu. :(
2) What was your status by Valentine's Day? Married
3) Were you in school (anytime this year)? Nope, thank goodness!
4) How did you earn your money?working at the wave
5) Did you have to go to the hospital? Yes. I had to take Rob to the emergency room after he sliced his finger with a veggie slicer.
6) Did you have any encounters with the police? No
7) Where did you go on Labor Day? We were at the beach house for Mike and Sarah's co bachelorette party
8) What did you purchase that was over $1000? my car
9) Did you know anybody who got married? Yes, Mike and Sarah
10) Did you know anybody who passed away? Yes
11) Did you move anywhere? No
12) What concerts/shows did you go to? The Improv and shows on our mexico cruise. I can't remember any other shows.
13) Are you registered to vote? Yes
14) Who did you want to win Big Brother? I don't watch that show.
15) Where do you live now? Santa Clara
16) Describe your birthday?I went to dinner with Rob. I also went out to dinner and drinks with my friends.
17) What's one thing you thought you'd never do but did in 2007? Hold a tiny 1 week old turtle in the palm of my hand
18) What has been your favorite moment? I dont know what my favorite moment was but the highlights were our anniversary in carmel, mexico cruise, trip to sedona, trip to colorado, trips to LA to see my niece...what can I say I love to travel!
19) What's something you learned about yourself? that i wanted a blog!
20) Any new additions to your family? Buddy and my niece Gracie
21) What was your best month? June - the month of the 2 additions
22) What music will you remember 2007 by? Sean Kingston. This guy came out of nowhere and has so many hits!
23) Who has been your best drinking buddy? Rob
24) Made new friends? Yes
25) New best friend? Nope.
26) Favorite night out?Anniversary night in Carmel
27) Where are you going to End 2007? Dorothy's family's house
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Poo in a bag - is it always a deal breaker?
Rob and I were having dinner at PF Chang's last night when Rob received a phone call from a realtor who wants to show our townhouse to his clients the next day (Sunday/today). Did I hear Rob right, or is my 2nd Key Lime Pie Martini playing tricks on my sense of hearing?
We put the townhouse up on the market a couple weeks ago, had an open house and a decent amount of people showed up to it (yeah!). But, no realtors have called us to show our house to their clients (booo!). Yeah, its the holidays and all, but c'mon people! This is major progress. So this morning Rob and I were rushing around to make our place look presentable, and I even vacuumed. "Due to a language barrier" (like that Steph? re-using justifacts lingo, ok sorry, inside joke), we weren't sure if the realtor was going to show up today. Turns out he left evidence that he was able to make it (1.) he left the garage door unlocked and 2.) left his card for us).
We are back now, getting dinner ready for when my parents come over to dinner and I realize Buddy needs to go outside to go potty. I open my front door, and to my horror, are 4 poo bags in the corner of our porch right in front of the door. It really shouldn't be too much of a shock to me since yours truly left them there. This is the thing, when I take Buddy on his walks, he does his business, and I'm a responsible dog owner who picks up after his business. Sometime's his timing isn't always great and he does his business after we pass a garbage can. I can be a bit lazy at times so instead of bringing the bag into the house and down to the garage right away, I will wait until there is a collection, if you will (I will).
Unfortunately, I forgot to clean this up. So my question is, is it really that bad to have poo bags on a porch of place when you are considering buying it? Yeah, I thought so...
We put the townhouse up on the market a couple weeks ago, had an open house and a decent amount of people showed up to it (yeah!). But, no realtors have called us to show our house to their clients (booo!). Yeah, its the holidays and all, but c'mon people! This is major progress. So this morning Rob and I were rushing around to make our place look presentable, and I even vacuumed. "Due to a language barrier" (like that Steph? re-using justifacts lingo, ok sorry, inside joke), we weren't sure if the realtor was going to show up today. Turns out he left evidence that he was able to make it (1.) he left the garage door unlocked and 2.) left his card for us).
We are back now, getting dinner ready for when my parents come over to dinner and I realize Buddy needs to go outside to go potty. I open my front door, and to my horror, are 4 poo bags in the corner of our porch right in front of the door. It really shouldn't be too much of a shock to me since yours truly left them there. This is the thing, when I take Buddy on his walks, he does his business, and I'm a responsible dog owner who picks up after his business. Sometime's his timing isn't always great and he does his business after we pass a garbage can. I can be a bit lazy at times so instead of bringing the bag into the house and down to the garage right away, I will wait until there is a collection, if you will (I will).
Unfortunately, I forgot to clean this up. So my question is, is it really that bad to have poo bags on a porch of place when you are considering buying it? Yeah, I thought so...
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Rivermark Shooting - Number of Casualties Unknown
So today started off like any other Saturday. I woke up around 9:00 am, took Buddy out to go potty, fed him, lounged around for a bit and then woke up Rob. I procrastinated on my and Buddy's walk this morning and didn't walk him until around 11:30 am. Little did I know, this procrastination would lead us into a war zone.
We were about 3/4 of the way done with our walk when as we were walking outside one of the single family homes, 2 boys opened the front door and turned towards our direction. They must have been 8 or so. They had guns in their hands (nerf type, fluroscent colors, etc.). I said "dont' shoot!". They didn't really think this was humorous but they liked Buddy. They put down their guns and pet him as Buddy's left paw was tapping on the cement sidewalk. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, I was acting as an accomplice.
Next thing we know, a middle aged man with a large gun (similar to the ones the boys had) comes running towards the two distracted (by Buddy and I) young boys firing his weapon. Orange foamy bullets were flying everywhere. The boys quickly got up, grabbed their guns and started firing at Seargant Dad. At this point I say "Buddy, we are under attack, let's go!". No one thought this was funny. I don't even know if they realized we were still there, just feet away from the scene of the unfolding crime. I look down at Buddy and he is LOVING this. He wants to join in on the fun as I am dragging him down the sidewalk. Buddy's body somehow turned to jelly and he appeared to not be able to stand, move, etc. I look back and see what looks like a mini blimp/nurf football soaring through the air amidst all the bullets. I really was speechless.
I was finally able to drag him home and now he is passed out in the family room. Our morning walk sure took a lot out of him, and me.
We were about 3/4 of the way done with our walk when as we were walking outside one of the single family homes, 2 boys opened the front door and turned towards our direction. They must have been 8 or so. They had guns in their hands (nerf type, fluroscent colors, etc.). I said "dont' shoot!". They didn't really think this was humorous but they liked Buddy. They put down their guns and pet him as Buddy's left paw was tapping on the cement sidewalk. Apparently, unbeknownst to me, I was acting as an accomplice.
Next thing we know, a middle aged man with a large gun (similar to the ones the boys had) comes running towards the two distracted (by Buddy and I) young boys firing his weapon. Orange foamy bullets were flying everywhere. The boys quickly got up, grabbed their guns and started firing at Seargant Dad. At this point I say "Buddy, we are under attack, let's go!". No one thought this was funny. I don't even know if they realized we were still there, just feet away from the scene of the unfolding crime. I look down at Buddy and he is LOVING this. He wants to join in on the fun as I am dragging him down the sidewalk. Buddy's body somehow turned to jelly and he appeared to not be able to stand, move, etc. I look back and see what looks like a mini blimp/nurf football soaring through the air amidst all the bullets. I really was speechless.
I was finally able to drag him home and now he is passed out in the family room. Our morning walk sure took a lot out of him, and me.
Friday, December 28, 2007
Why a blog? I don't know.
So I always thought blogs were weird. Why would someone have a blog? Who would read their blog? Who is so important where they feel the need to post their thoughts and think people will WANT to read it? Do people really care what other people have written on their blogs? Would anyone read mine? I have no idea, but for some reason, I want a blog.
I really don't know how often I'm going to update this blog or what I will talk about. Knowing me, this may be my one and only entry on this page.
I am going to set a goal for myself to write 1 entry a day for a week and then we'll see what happens from there!
I really don't know how often I'm going to update this blog or what I will talk about. Knowing me, this may be my one and only entry on this page.
I am going to set a goal for myself to write 1 entry a day for a week and then we'll see what happens from there!
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