Wednesday, August 20, 2014

What Are This?

A friend of mine found a treasure trove of old ledgers and receipts  - some (maybe all?  not sure) from an old department store.  These "cash" cards were in the stash.  Anybody know what they actually are?  I'm SO CURIOUS!!!

P.S.  I know "What Are This?" is not proper grammar.  If you don't get the reference, watch:

THIS VIDEO (warning - f-bomb at the end)

Friday, August 15, 2014

This is the Shape of the Hole in my Heart

Today, we lost our girl. One day shy of her 15th birthday. One day, this hole in my heart will be filled with love and memories and funny stories, but today it is just empty. Don't worry, my sweet Greta. We will see you again. In the meantime, go find Schaffer and Bella and Grandpa Don and herd them up. Make sure they aren't having too much fun, and give them a stern talking to. Snuggle them for us, and make sure they give you dinner on time and understand that elevens'es is the most important nap of the day. We love you so much.

Wednesday, August 6, 2014

Captivity, Day 8

Water Consumption - 8*.  Thanks to the reusable cups provided by the Central Office fairies.

Air quality - 6*.  It's always COLD except first thing in the morning.

Lonesomeness for my hubby and dogs - 7*.

Temperment - 6*.  I'm a little frustrated but I'll get over it.  This work  project is a slow, tedious (but important) process. Being in one little windlowless room with the same people for days on end....but so far so good, really.

Arting time - 8*.  I am having a blast playing and trying to make stuff out of only the few things I brought with me.  Finished this journal page two nights ago. 

Number of giant schnauzers spotted: 1, but I was in the hotel shuttle and he was walking down the street with his person so I didn't get to meet them.

Number of times I have had to get my own lunch:  6 out of 7 days (not counting the weekend)

Number of times I left the hotel on the weekend on purpose, and voluntarily:  twice - once on Saturday to go to the art studios in the torpedo factory and once on Sunday to go to Whole Foods (aka Whole Paycheck).

Number of times my hubby has made me swoon with things he posted on facebook or texted me: a lot.  I'm a lucky girl.

*on a  scale of 1 to 10