My morning routine

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

I pressed snooz.

The cat jumped on the bed and tried to wake me up.

I buried myself under the duvet and hid.

The alarm went off again.

I snaked my hand out from under the duvet and pressed snooz.

I had a good mini dream about Gerard Butler.

The alarm went off again.

I actually get up.

I zombie walk down the dark hallway to the kitchen.

I trip over the cat four times in my attempt to get her kitty treats.

I zombie walk down the hallway to the bathroom, turn on the light, and look in the mirror.

I roll my eyes at the bad bed hair and bags under the eyes in the face that greets me.

I spend half an hour trying to transform myself into a human being.

I eventually give up.

I suit up.

I wander in the light of dusk down to the kitchen, open the freezerm and peruse through the frozen wasteland to see what I might be able to defrost by lunch time.

I give the cat a hug.

I clomp out the door, breakfast in one hand, brief case in the other and mutter to myself "time to make the donuts".

It's been a long week!!!

Enough dogs

I think people are seriously putting me on email block lists at this very moment. It has been requested that I send no more pictures of dogs needing a home. So, I will stop doing it on the blog too.

What to talk about??

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I'm on a budget. I've put myself on it. I really looked at my credit card bills, and I was shocked at my spending. I spent $70 here, there, and everwhere. Ok, alot of it is on sushi.

I realized that a girl does have to eat, but she does not have to live off of raw fish. So, I put myself on a sushi budget. How sad is that? I can't eat it as often, and I can't eat as much as I was. My addiction to yellowtail and spicy tuna has got to stop.

One half of my brain is thinking of creative meals that I can cook for myself at home. The other half of my brain is scheming to figure out how I can get someone to buy the sushi for me, a sushi sugar daddy, so to speak.

My next victim

So, have I introduced everyone to Cormac?

Cormac is in a bit of a bind. His mommy just left his daddy. Its a very messy messy situation. We won't go into details. Daddy has his hands full with a 2 year old and isn't really able to handle him, a stressfull job, and this sweet doggy. Therefore, I was contacted to see if I knew anyone looking for a dog.

I've decided that since I can't really be a good doggy mommy, I would instead because a good doggy godmother. (Just ask Julie and SPOT)

Come on. Look at sweet Cormac. He is fixed and all trained. He went to a fancy training school in Highland Park. He likes long walks and snuggling(ok now this sounds like a personal add).

But you know, I was just complaining at work. I date men and that ain't no fun, but I honestly don't know how guys date chicks either. We are impossible. My solution, everyone get a dog.

Lovely lovely

I don't think that word is used enough. Lovely. I really like it. I also like to use the word delicious and not have it refer to food. "Oh, that's a delicious idea." Just makes everything sound a bit decadent.

Anyway, this weekend was lovely. Friday night I acted half my age and went to see a show at House of Blues, Of Montreal, it was fantastic. Honestly, for $20, completely worth every penny. I've spent $50 on shows that didn't hold my attention half as much.

Each member of the band played more then one instrument, to the point that at some times in the concert there were two drummers or two bassists or 4 guitars. At the same time, throughout the show, there was a group of about 5-6 extra people who kept putting on little shows. Seriously, the lead singer came out in a gold lame liter carried by five golden buddhas who danced through the first song. I highly suggest this show to anyone if they come back. Just ignore the Outback Steakhouse song.

Then Saturday was spent visiting Cindi at the Lake. This time of year is my absolute favorite. Sitting outside near the fire pit with a warm cup of cider looking at the stars. Couldn't get any better.

AND, Julie is adopting one of the puppies. SPOT. YAY!!!

Its like the stars are aligning.

Responsibility

See these puppies, they need homes. Right now their names are Sleepy and Spot, but you could name them whatever you want.

I know your thinking, "I don't need a dog. That is too much responsibility." I agree, hence why I'm writing this blog. A cat is about all I can take with my work schedule and intense need to see people and eat out.

I do get a bit judgemental of people sometimes. I have friends who have the sweetest dog who is treated like a king, when the parents are in town. They are constantly working and traveling. And when that happens, the pup is taken off to the puppy day care and the kennel. How is that exactly having a pet? You travel and work all the time so you can see your dog on the weekends?

Ok, I will stop. But don't even get me started on people who give away their dogs and cats because they are pregant, having a new baby, or moving in with a new person. I just think that's awful!!

Love

I've been discussing this word a lot lately. It scares the heck out of me. So much power in one word. Do you think people realize the power?


Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.

Rumi

Victor Tango

Ok, I tried to post a picture, but it doesn't seem to be loading.

Anyway, last night I met Shandi and Elizabeth for drinks. Its kind of hard to get Shandi out of the house as she has two kids under the age of four, but she vowed that once a month she would meet us for a night of strong drinks. Last night was the night. We had two hours since Shandi wanted to be home in time to read books before bed time. So, I picked a new place closish to her house, Victor Tango.

I hadn't really heard much about the spot. Its situated at 75 and Henderson, right where Sense used to be. I walked in expecting the lounge of Sense and was a bit shocked. They had gutted the place. I think the bar is about the only same thing. Otherwise, its full of nice big booths and tables. I'm a booth lover. So, we quickly snatched one up.

The big thing at Victor Tango is the drinks and the food are fresh. You expect that of the food, its a bonus when the drinks are treated the same. All juices are squeezed fresh. I had the blackberry gimlet and it was tasty. I think I also had something called the French 75 with fresh lemon juice.

And the food was good. We had the ahi tuna naches, the fried green beans, and the chicken and waffles (my pick) We devored the whole table full. The fried green beans were tempura flash fried. Not to put down the state fair or anything, but the ones at Victor Tango were a wee bit better, and came with a really good wasabi dipping sauce. I asked for extra.

The chicken and waffles were rich a departure for me, but I thought I would give them a try. Delicious. The fried chicken wasn't too greasy and they gave us extra maple syrup for dipping!!

Overall, good night. Good place. We will be back.