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I was tagged in a photo tag by The Angry Georgian. So here goes. Open your photos folder and post the first picture.

Okay, so it wasn't the very first photo. It was the first in a folder I created. And let's face it, a picture of Tonk mid-air is a little funny.

PS. I've joined Twitter, so boost my ego and become a follower of meee!

PSS. I tag Amy Hanks, Holli Ridley, Madi Ridley, and Mom Ridley

Whoa

I was going through the photos on my iPhone and came across this gem. I totally forgot about her. And her hair. I was walking behind her in Harmon's a few days ago. The picture is a bit blurry because I was walking and trying to take it. But check out her hair! It's one big curly poof at the top! And we won't even discuss the coloring. Or lack there of. Ha ha. Oh, and Holli and Mom, no this is not who you think it is. But looks a lot like her hair-do!

Mail

Well I think this is proof that my mailman/woman does in fact hate me. A little background, I hate checking the mail. I've been known to go days, even weeks, without checking it. I get soo much junk, I just hate going through it. So, that being said, my mailbox gets really full (insert 'that's what she said joke' here). It gets so full that things get smooshed. I imagine the mailperson cramming things in there then quickly closing the door before anything can fall out. Like when you shove things in the "junk" closet and the next person to open the door gets a nice little surprise? He he. I mean no..I don't do things like that.

Anyway, I've been waiting for a shipment from Proactiv for a while now and I was getting concerned that I hadn't seen it in the big packages box yet. So, I checked my little mailbox for the first time in a good week and found that the shipment was in there, instead of the packages box that it's usually delivered in. And now, I can not get it out. I have no idea how the mailperson got it in there. But it's stuck for good. Bummer.

Butterfinger Buzz

An interesting concept, but I think I'll stick with getting my caffeine fix in the form of Coke. Mmm. Coke.

Oops I Did It Again

To hell with February 3, 2009

I had a real shit-tastic day. Not one where you want to go back to bed and start over. No, the kind where you want to go to bed just so it's over, so you can start a whole new day. Because surely, tomorrow has to be better than today. Nothing really big or terrible happened, it was just one of those days. It started off with a headache, which is no different than any other day, but a good solid foundation to my shit-tastic day. So I have a headache, I'm running late, and I can't find anything to wear. Someone will probably shoot me with a tranquilizer gun and tag my ear soon because that's how fat I feel lately, but that's a whole other issue. So I can't find anything to wear and my hair sucks, so I just wear a hat, which doesn't help my headache because it just adds to the pressure around my head.

Well I made it to work and we have a few new people starting today. Cool. I am in charge of on-boarding new hires, which means I make sure all of their paperwork is filled out correctly and our benefits and policies have been explained. Well all of that would go a whole lot smoother if our heavy duty copy machine were working. It wasn't. Everything I tried to copy would copy half the page crooked and then it would get jammed. Then each time I'd bend over to open up all of the paper compartments in an attempt to un-jam the jam, the brim of my hat would hit the top of the copier and pop up. Annoying, much? So I thought, okay, no big deal, I'll use our fax machine to make the three copies I needed. No. I won't. It was completely jammed too. Fine. I'll use the printer in my office to just print out new ones from the original soft copies. Do you think I could find the files anywhere on my computer or the office file server? No, of course not. Soon the repair man from Les Olsen came and fixed our heavy duty machine and I could do what I needed there. Thus phase one of my shit-tastic day.

Phase two. Everything is falling on the floor. And not just on the floor. It rolls under my desk or under the cabinet and I have to fish it out. The file drawer slams my finger. Then the cart I deliver mail on gets stuck in the elevator. Then everything on the cart slides around and I have to re-organize everyone's mail. Then the rubber band around the business cards snaps and they go everywhere. Seriously?

Phase three. I've craved a banana Slurpee all day long. Really. Since I woke up. So at lunch I made my way to the Sev on 1200 West and they had my banana Slurpee, but it wasn't frozen yet. Yes. I pour it in my cup and it's all liquid. All 'slurp' no 'ee'. So I went to the one on 800 North. Nope. They didn't even have banana. So I got pina colada instead. I'll be back tomorrow for banana.

Anyway, there is my poo day. On a happy note, I did get Tonka's nails trimmed and I did finally satisfy my bbq hamburger craving. But, I am still giving the bird to February 3, 2009.

R.I.P Bumbles

I bought Tonka a little stuffed bear in a bumble bee outfit a few weeks ago, I affectionately named him Bumbles. Tonka went nuts when I gave him the new stuffed toy and would run up and down the hall with him in his mouth. Well I always leave a few things for Tonka on the bed when we go to sleep each night, usually some sort of "chewy" type thing (raw-hide stick or a doggy lolli-pop) and a stuffed toy. A few days ago I left Bumbles on the bed and the next morning this is what I woke up to. Poor Bumbles.

Doh

Thursday night was interesting. I have about the same routine each night. I take my Ambien, then wash my face and brush my teeth. Then I play fetch with Tonka for about 5-10 min and by then the meds have kicked in and we are ready for bed. Well Thursday, I followed my normal routine, only we had a bit of an accident while playing fetch. I picked up a toy to throw it. Only as my arm went back, Tonka jumped for the toy and instead of getting it, he latched on to my thumb and I immediately had a big chunk of it missing. Ouch. I knew the bite wasn't going to need stitches, although I was concerned that Tonka hasn't finished all of his shots. So I immediately called my Mom and her and my Dad came over. Dad stayed and played with Tonk, while Mom took me to the ER. I don't really remember much of the rest of the night, because I had already taken my Ambien. But they gave me a Tetanus shot and sent me home. Apparently, anytime someone goes to the ER with a dog bite they are required to report it to the police. So while I was there an officer came down and took my statement. Like this little face could really hurt anyone.

Anyway, I'm fine, just thought I'd post some pictures. I look like hell, but hey, I was ready for bed when this all happened, thus I have zero make-up on.

Good Day

So, remember this issue. Well, it was finally resolved today, and I feel like a weight has been lifted. I also got a few other things finished at work today that have been in the works for a while. And I woke up with only a little bit of a headache this morning. Good day.