Early Morning Dog Walker Wanted

My 35 pound alarm clock appears at my side of the bed like a pop up toy each morning.  Anytime in between 6:30 am and 7 am, she first goes to Randy's side of the bed.  When she doesn't get any results there, she trots on over to my side.  I am usually half awake, and sometimes I don't hear her coming.  All of a sudden, she is there like she has sprung out of a Jack in the Box.   She has never, ever jumped up onto our bed.  Roxy hasn't ever jumped up onto the furniture or into the truck.  No, our little princess has to be lifted.  I guess that is a good thing.  Did I mention that she weighs 35 pounds?

I forgot to get her that tiara for Christmas.

What I Learned Today ... or ...

... Roxy's First Snow Adventure

It snowed a smidgen overnight.  More than a smoosh, but less than a bit.  I refuse to say how much in proper decimal numeral system language 'cause I am not good when it comes to actual, real measurements.

Last night, about 7pm, I decided that I needed some comfort from Ben and Jerry in the form of Chubby Hubby.  After much back and forth discussion in my head, I told Randy that Roxy and I were heading to the grocery store.

When You Know You Are Right

There is a saying that goes something like this:

"Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?"

Why can't I be both?

I spent many a year working in an office.  The same office.  I used to wear high heels all the time.  Until I was in my best friend, Laurie's wedding.

It was 1990, or there-abouts.  Laurie chose very pretty dresses for the bridal party to wear and pink pointy toed, high heeled shoes.

I no longer own high heels, so I had to take a picture of all my loafers that are stored in my bin in my closet.  Maybe there are high heels somewhere in there.  If so, I haven't seen them for over four years.

I Will Never Run Again

I am adding running and jogging to my list of things to never do again.  Either one is painful.  Especially in Crocs.  Especially when one does as little as possible for exercise.  I do walk and ride my ^%(*# stationery exer-bycle.  However, I do that grudgingly and dislike immensely every single minute.

Randy, Roxy and I were out touring the grounds this afternoon and Roxy hunted down a critter.  I was without my camera, so I ran a mile back to the house to get it and then back up to where Roxy was guarding her treasure.

Back To Normal

When I Take Over My World Holiday Decorations Will Be Taken Down No Later Than The Day After Said Holiday!

It is time to suck the air out of the Christmas inflatables, un-tinsel the tree and compost the poinsettia.  Christmas is officially over.

Contrary to what I thought I knew, poinsettias apparently are not poisonous.  If one chooses to eat a poinsettia leaf, it will cause some undesirable tummy ailments.  If the sap gets in your eyes it will cause temporary blindness.  But it's not poisonous.

That sounds like an oxy-moron to me.

Anyway ~

Legend has it, that in Mexico in the 16th century, a little girl was told by an angel to gather seeds and place them at the church altar.  The poinsettia bloomed from those seeds.  The Star of Bethlehem is represented in the shape of the leaf and the crimson color symbolizes the blood from the crucifixion.

December 12th is National Poinsettia Day in the United States.  I think I was cheated for 28 years as I never got that day off when I was working.