Category Archives: Everyday Life

A Pack of Dogs

We have been invaded… literally…. by a pack of dogs. The extended family set off this morning for a week of fun in the sweltering heat of St George, Utah. Because we weren’t going, we get the pleasure of watching the dogs! The pack consists of the following: 1) our girl Sasha – a 2 year-old Norwegian Elk Hound who has a mind of her own and continually pushes the limits with her behaviour; 2) my parent’s boy Bouncer – a 2 year-old miniature Schnauzer who is tall for the breed, lanky and kind of dopey but so cute and lovable; and 3) Grandma’s girl Sadie – an 8-year old Shitzu who has always been a spoiled princess and doesn’t like other dogs – especially those who sniff her butt. Bouncer and Sasha get along great as long as they can wrassle and play non-stop. Sadie doesn’t like to play but would rather hang out on the furniture and sleep all day. Should be an interesting week considering that Sasha sleeps outside in her dog run and also spends the week days there while we are at work – mostly because she can’t be trusted not to chew up the back yard and everything in it. Right now they are hanging out together in the yard getting the dynamics of the pack worked out. Sadie is whining at the back door wanting to come in and Bouncer and Sasha keep looking at her as if to say “what’s the problem, man, we’re here and we want to plaaaay!” Grandma informed me that Sadie has never spent a night outside and assured me she is a good girl – probably hoping that I would show some mercy and let her sleep inside. We are fully equipped with crates for all with intentions of hotel accommodations in the cool night air. Feeding time will be nuts – Sasha eats twice a day and acts like we never feed her; snarfing it down without even probably tasting it. Both Bouncer and Sadie are grazers at home who have food in their bowls all day so they can snack at whim. Can’t have that or they will starve and Sasha will pack on 30 pounds this week at the all-you-can-eat buffet. So, Bouncer and Sadie will have to be fed separate from Sasha and they will have to learn that if they want to eat then they better eat when it is offered. They will eventually get hungry enough and catch on, right? I feel like some dog whisperer wanna-be who only has a week to snap everyone into submission or lose my own sanity. Should be an interesting week…

New ‘do, new you!

What is is about getting a new hair ‘do that makes a person (ok, probably only women!) feel so great? So I have naturally curly hair – don’t hate me girls, it is more of a curse than you know and curl is “in” so rarely – and not many people have the skill to deal with it. I have been bouncing around between salons and stylists since mine of 10 years (and the best on the PLANET) moved to Hawaii 5 years ago. I even drove 6 hours to Las Vegas a couple of times while she was there for a ‘do. Now, however, she has really moved on and isn’t doing hair anymore so I have to settle on someone. Yesterday I think I found her in the craziest of places… she’s my Mother’s stylist. I know, wrong on so many levels! You can’t share your deepest, darkest secrets with the stylist who might share them with your Mother, can you? Well, the proof is in the pudding as they say. I have the best cut and the best color that I’ve had in years and I feel like a new woman! Girls, if you haven’t been to a great stylist in a while, trust me when I say that it is worth it. Just GO! You’ll thank me, trust me!


On for the ride

Well, with or without the crystal ball, I’ve done it…. I applied for the job and we’ll see what happens! I consulted my tarot cards (which were absolutely no help, thank you very much) and all my family and friends and in the end I am just going to go with the flow and ride it out. I haven’t committed to leaving my current employment, but I will interview (I hope!) and find out if what they have to offer is any more appealing and whether I would be a fit for them, etc. I figure that if they can’t pay me what I am making already or the job doesn’t sound like as much fun as what I’m doing now, then I won’t take it. And of course, how arrogant of me to just assume that I will be offered the position anyway, right? Never mind that they are clamoring for my application via my former colleague who works there now. It should prove to be entertaining in the very least….


The Danger of Home Improvement Stores

It is indeed extremely dangerous… to the pocketbook anyway!… to enter the doors of a home-improvement store without a plan of what exactly you are there for. Especially dangerous when both have big plans for improving the living space. We wandered in today after a sushi lunch with the vague plans of getting a hose part and a bag of mortar. What did we end up leaving with after wandering around for an hour? New paint for the front door and new door hardware to match the new door knobs, new light bulbs and attachments for automatic lighting from dusk to dawn, a new tree and a few bags of topsoil to plant it in. Yes, definitely dangerous… Note to self: next time, have a plan! The best irony? When we got home and retrieved the mail from the mailbox, there’s a 10% off coupon we could have used at the exact store we were just at!