Archive for December, 2007

Every Day is A Winding Road

Monday, December 31st, 2007

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Rambling Thoughts:

We’re on hiatus from the undercover assignment and immersed in Japanese culture right now and…stalling another trip to the gym.

Yesterday I kept hearing a little voice whisper, (I think it was the Godfather of Fitness, Jack LaLane!) “Go take a swim, it’d be good for you”. I chose to hit the mute button.

June Cut-off Cash is getting ready to break out and start spending, it’s good for the economy. Can’t wait for the fitness journey.

Speaking of fitness, we’re trying to get that way, which is a complete lifestyle contradiction. Might try to shape up this blogging exercise as well. I might make Fridays a Fitness Free-for-All. I think it compliments dying very well. Don’t you?

Keep the lights on! Let’s light up 2007 all the way to the end.

Happy New Year!

And fade.

Big Buddha Bud

Sunday, December 30th, 2007

chinese fortune

In the Mailbox: the usual heavy spam loaf, and among the pitches for replica purses, watches, and the nasty unmentionables, this subject line caught my eye:

Smoke up the bud

Get 100% best legal bud, herbal smokes..
Big Buddha Bud, Super Stunk and more…
will make you go crazy right away!

Just what I need: to GO Crazy RIGHT Away !

Also spotted on early morning tee-vee, the handy basket. What a dream, a push button laundry basket that shoots out legs, and turns in to a crate/sort bin/tool chest. If only it sorted socks for me too.

Where’s my service monkey?

Happy New Year!

Turn The Page

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

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Sync It Up.

We’ll try to keep it light today. Detox is in order.

Old School: I’ve got the tools to put my life calender on my phone, yet I’m still scratching out a written code and will start the new year with a clean day planner. It rules my life.

I’ve actually conducted a survey of male and female professionals ages 40-60, and the males tend to use the gadget method of planning, while females tend to use both electronic organization for work and still carry a day planner, usually to coordinate “The Other Job”. (wife and mother)

The PLANNER is with me always, and has the potential to cause anxiety. Especially if you are a compulsive list maker, it’s easy to get overwhelmed. Today, I turned the page and realized I haven’t looked at my planner in five days, even unplugged a bit and it was heaven! So today, we’ll lay down a few riffs and do something productive.

Maybe Look Ahead to THE FUTURE.

We’ve got plans.

It’s funny, I carry my planner on the undercover assignment and I catch staffers trying to sneak a peek. Same when I worked in the office, there were certain individuals that as soon as they hit the door, they invaded my space bubble and would aggressively start scanning my desk, even picking up papers to see what what’s in the works.

Finally, I learned to quickly turn the page when I’d hear them coming. Over time at the office, without looking up you can determine who’s coming down the hall by the jingle of the chains change, the creaking of the bones, the heavy shuffling. Heh. These were the same individuals that didn’t want a paper clip moved on their desks.

If you haven’t looked up at the moon this week, please do so. It’s huge!

I Saw Daddy Beating Mommy Under the X-Mas Tree

Wednesday, December 26th, 2007

Police arriving at the home of a retired British school teacher to tell her that her husband was critically injured in a car crash instead stumbled on a gruesome find — the woman’s battered corpse stuffed among the presents under the couple’s Christmas tree.

Full Story from the Daily Mail, UK

Pixie Party

Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

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Don’t know if I’ll have the pixies back next year, they caused quite a ruckus on Christmas Eve while we were out.

After an evening of cheese balls and nut clusters we arrived back to the garden to discover a thumping electronica beat and a pixie party in full swing.

That evil cat was annoying, and had a foul odor, but the red pixie was the real problem, getting everyone liquored up.

In an effort to shut this party down, I offered to get a group picture by the front door, hint hint. But the dog kept sneaking sniffs of rank cat butt.

They started to the door, but the combination of the thumping beat and the kitty pheromones was driving the dog crazy.

That’s it, party’s over…Get Out!

And to all a GOOD NIGHT!

Merry Ho Ho!

Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

christmas postcard

Yuletide Greetings

Monday, December 24th, 2007

Vintage Santa postcard

One could interpret this postcard as the true spirit of Christmas.

It’s quiet in the garden, we only leave when necessary, work, play with the pixies, and take pictures of the wildlife.

christmas ornaments

And we’re stalling another trip to the gym. That’s considered a necessary reason to leave the driveway. Especially since I snuggled up with some chocolaty almond goodness last night.

Sweet Pixie Love

Wednesday, December 19th, 2007

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I need to go out into the WORLD today, however, the hustle and bustle factor is high and I’d rather stay home and play with my pixies.

pixies

Lileks has his scary Jingle Pixie. Well, we are involved in Pixie Rescue and picked these two up on the street. This is our first Christmas together. The gold rick-rack caught my eye. Precious, but I need to name them.

Maybe I’ll fetch my little Christmas shrub from the fruit cellar. That’s where I found this bag-o-pixiejoy.

Today’s tip: Turn off the teevee.



Code Punkin Pie

Monday, December 17th, 2007

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Good day! Regarding the anxiety code: “Punkin Pie”, I’ve color coded it orange, that’s an elevated state. If you have an article of clothing matching that color, please put it on! Sunday Secrets posted a visual of the punkin pie concept:

coffee

World News: The Starbucks “Pay it Forward” story out of Florida was nice, but my suspicious mind suspects it was a PR piece spun by the creative team and ties in nicely with the “Pass the Cheer” campaign.

Brilliant!

Today’s tip for better living: Get off the phone and drive!

Have a great week!

Warm and Fuzzy Pet Ramblings

Friday, December 14th, 2007

kitten chrismtas postcard

When we dug the garden, we did a lot of research but somehow completely did not plan for the pet aspect of the business. Well, we’ve encountered several passionate pet owners the last few years.

Here’s what we’ve learned:

We’re crazy for our pets, but never thought we’d be one of those people that turn music on for them when we’re away (I do), or call and leave messages so the pampered pooches could hear our voice (my neighbor). Until starting this business, I’d never considered keeping the ashes of any of my pets in the home. When the time comes, I plan to scatter my border collie’s ashes and probably bury the ashes of my Bichon.

pets in cars

We recently discovered that an animal lover aunt has saved the ashes of almost every pet she’s owned. Over the years, so many urns have accumulated she keeps them in a plastic storage tub in the closet. She can’t bear to part with them.

The client in New York who had the ashes of her dog’s amputated leg stored in a keepsake, and came back later to buy another urn for the rest of the dog after he passed.

A customer in Texas, complained that the lid on one of our metal pet urns was too hard to get off. We explained that our lids are designed that way, for a secure seal. Most people aren’t opening and closing the urn repeatedly. What’s up with that?

Client explained that one of his other dogs was depressed over the loss of his doggie friend and client’s vet told him to let the grieving dog sniff the ashes to reassure and calm him.

I’d like to have Cesar Millan, The Dog Whisperer weigh in on this.

And then the words we hear so often, “we don’t have kids (or the kids are gone) and the dogs are our babies.”

Although we’re partial to the canines, cat lovers are crazy for their kittys, and we’ve encountered some ferret lovers. One girl in south Florida who was involved in a ferret rescue, and was so pleased with our service that she told all of her friends about us on the ferret chat board.

I had no idea.

Who knew that some pet owners buy or build homes based on their pet’s needs (Great Danes in New York)? One friend built a house and designed a killer grooming station for her three dogs. This friend has Bichon Frise and even threw a dog party for Bichon owners that was great fun.

My Rock wore a cumberbun with a sanitary napkin to the party, so he wouldn’t pee everywhere.

bichon cumberbun

At a recent visitation I ran into an old school mate that was raising exotic cats in Branson. My friend Soozie has had tarantulas and hermit crabs, now she’s got a couple of rats. Not guinea pigs, not the little white lab rats. These are the sewer rat variety purchased from a pet store. Her family LOVES the rodents! And now my friend Candace is mourning the loss of her pet rat Lennon. Is there a rat chat board?

And then the pet owners that have instructed family members to include the ashes of their beloved pets to be buried with them.

So far, I’ve never had a request for a reptile urn.