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Today I showed how much more then a pretty face I really am!  So like picture this…I arrive at work a half hour early to get some work I needed to get done, only to find I couldn’t get into the office because someone had locked the door that no one has the key to.   So I’m waiting in the front office and start working on my stuff at the secretary’s desk since I’m like the only one there.  On pen and paper – no less! Right so, little by little people start arriving and pounding on the back door which I can’t open cause I can’t get into the office.  I yell from the front that only the front is open and they should just come around cause I’m not walking out there to let them know… and eventually they call the phone and I answer like I don’t know it’s them – hahaha… ok, so I’m like the back is locked come to the front.  They do and we wait.. More come and we’re all like who has the freaking key – none of us do.I call the boss who’s not there and he asks who locked it cause he doesn’t have the key either and he’s not coming in.  He suggests moving the bookcase that’s blocking another door and see if we can get in that way.  Well it’s open and the big guy says to me, come here little one see if you can squeeze thru the crack of the door cause the mainframe is not letting me push it open any more.  I try and uhm.. boobage does not allow passage! I say, the girls are denying access.  He then tries to PUSH me thru and I’m like WOAH – no go.. no way! So he looks around and up and says, it looks like you’ll have to go over.My only thought at this point is “aroooo?”He says, yeah you think you can squeeze thru the top of the part opened door cause it’s opened a bit wider up there…and I’m like well.. gimme a boost, we’ll soon find out.  Mind you I’m supertiny (height-wise).  He lifts me up and I grab hold of the top of the door and I try to stretch my leg to reach the mainframe, but I’m just too little! I say lift me higher so I can grab the frame on the wall and pull myself up and in and he does and serious I was like SPIDER MAN – except more like a cute tink-chick and I pull myself up, tiptoe onto the mainframe and slide off it into the room, open the door and et voila – we’re in!Much hi-5ing later and I realise I need to thank my mother for the gymnastic lessons cause no way would I have been able to do that without some upper body strength, baby!  Thanks, ma!


‘nuf said..

It’s totally something you and your dog must learn, but when you try and walk multiple dogs it then becomes an art form.  I learned this today… (yeah, I can be taught!)

I took Sophia (my Golden) and Miramar (the foundling) for a morning walk together… for some insane reason I thought it would like bond us – the three musketeers.  Don’t get me wrong, we started out all with the same intent. This was clear when we three tried to fit through the doorway on our way out – at the same time.  It was clear when both dogs were sniffing the “newspaper” (grass, lampposts, hydrants, bushes… everything) as we walked along, but then… suddenly all the camaraderie was forgotten as we past a yard with these hideous, gigantic, plastic blow-up snow globes.  Why, why would you put those things in your yard, people? They’re not cute! 

Anyway, Sophia (the big one) decides to hide behind me and grumble at them, wrapping herself around me as she does. Miramar, the bold little one, wants to check them out and starts hacking as she tugs to get closer.  My arms are tangled in two leads that are going one way and the other, but wait, it gets better! Some dude is walking behind me, but like a ninja all quiet like until the dogs see him and Sophia decides to take a flying leap yanking my entangled arm and making the whites of this guy’s eyes turn to saucers.  Serves him right for sneaking up like that, but still… At that moment, I tightened my grip and dug my heels in, smile and said, “morning” like a nice and totally in control tink.  I growled out the command, “leave it” to the dogs and they do (thankfully) and we kept going.

Despite all this drama, it’s a lovely morning.  It had been raining so everything was washed new and the birds were singing somewhere in the trees and the smell of grass that had been cut was in the air.

The dogs resume walking along side me now and as the little one pauses to take an extra long sniff, the big one decides that right at this very moment she must play and throws her humongo elephant sized paw and leg onto the little one.  Goldens, at least mine, seem to be totally driven by whims.  But, my friends, little Miramar is a pistol; she doesn’t like being smooshed and she’s not afraid to tell you! So they start play fighting, but like right there in the open like we’re at some doggie playroom and you know it won’t stop until someone cries – that so wasn’t going to be me!  After trying the reasoning parent approach that was like trying to reason with two hairy peanuts, I wrapped both leads several times around my wrist and opened my arms so that one dog was as far as I could reach on one side of me and the other on the other side.  I grumbled “enough” to which they stopped and looked at me as though I had spoiled their delicious game and gave that cute dog head tilt thing that they *all* do so well.  I didn’t give in though, we walked the rest of the way with my arms outstretched and them separated like two naughty children. I felt like a scarecrow walking like that… or a tree, but not one of those in the wind.  I admire those people who can walk more then two, but I expect they’ve practised more then I have – they’ve got it down pat! Maybe if I had one of those two-headed leaders or a dog sled.  I’ve always wanted to cry, mush

As soon as we got back to the house, I let them go for a drink and they were positively delightful sharing the water bowl.  For a split second it was bliss! They really are laughable though; I can’t think of a cuter odd couple!  

I wish you all a blissful drifting into your turkey comas this year.  May you dream of all the things you’re thankful for.  For those of you that don’t eat yourself into a stupor I’ve provided you with some light entertainment below… watch & listen at your own risk! Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I’m off to my grams… huzzah!

I am sure what I was going to post here was much more interesting, but a day of shoe shopping has totally wiped any pre-posting thoughts from my mind. On the up-side I did buy a fabulous pair of 5 inch heels… I apparently have an admirer on my flickr who requested that I post more shoes and feet pictures – I always knew I wasn’t just a pretty face!

So, I’ve been wondering about something… I sleep *really* high in the bed. Like, it doesn’t matter if I go to sleep midway down the bed I always end up with my head pressed up against the headboard as though it was some sort of security. Last night I did a test to see whether I was just imaginging this. I put my pillow midway down my bed (yes, I am small enough to sleep half way down the bed) and in the morning my headboard was eating my pillow and I was inched up near the top. Mind, I was still in the same possie I went to sleep in, just higher up in the bed.

I normally sleep on my side, with my knees tucked up a bit and a zillion pillows surrounding me so that I’m like hugged from all around. And no, I don’t normally sleep in the middle of the bed, but I certainly don’t start with my pillow wedged between the headboard and the mattress, but every morning I wake up with a half missing pillow and my head centimeters away from the headboard. WHY? Why am I doing this?

No.. it’s not because I’m a freak – you dork!