My little buddy

Friday, December 19, 2008

SURPRISE!

Meet ..... well, I don't know what his name is yet. I've come up with a couple of options ... Fergus, Max, Fletch, Diesel .... and just this evening .... Jethro. Which I am actually partial to ....


He's 5 months old ... and very curious. But very well behaved so far. Granted it's only been a few hours, but he's doing great! Obviously the drive to town from Upper Queensbury (almost to Nackawic), then being left in a strange house with a woman he's only met once has really taken it's toll on the poor boog. He's out like a light right now.


Thursday, December 18, 2008

A Few Pics

Ubber yummy truffles.



I spy my little eye ...

PHOTO SHOOT!

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Taking Care of Business

So, Christmas is fast approaching. And I actually have almost everything under control. I still have to pick up a few more things ... a little something for my mum, my aunt Joan, my BFF, and the last part of Livy-doodles gift (double-ended jumbo crayons ... love them for the kids!).

The baking is under way. All done the peanut brittle and nuts & bolts. I've made the cake for the Secret Santa party ... now I just have to freeze it. I am ready to make my truffles this evening and whip up the Breton Brittle tomorrow, along with some Spanakopita. By the weekend I should have all my baking finished, everything ready for the Secret Santa party and .....

.... a little something else. I have to wait and see ... I am trying not to jump in feet first. I need to be absolutely sure before I make a final decision.

In different news ... Lauren isn't moving to Newfoundland. Jenn decided to turn down the job and look for something closer to home. That doesn't mean that she will still be coming here in the New Year, at least not right away. She will be staying home with her mum until she gets a new job.

Monday, December 15, 2008

Bad Bug & Dog Yens

Here I thought I had managed to get away with it. But no, it caught me. The flu, that is. The stomach flu. Yuck! At almost 8:30 precisely, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was gracing the bathroom with ... well ... I won't say. Just know that I am dehydrated today. Then the fever got me ... all night I swung between sweats and chills. By morning all was well. Almost. I still feel a bit weak, but I can definitely work. I just pray I haven't given this lovely bug to my grandmother, whom I spent the day with yesterday.

I did have a productive weekend though. I managed to get most of the work done on my Secret Santa's quilting project. I am just finishing up the binding on it this evening and I will be all done. Yay for me!

I have been haunting the SPCA site, Kijiji, etc ... looking for a dog. I miss my dog (which is technically my mother's dog). I think I really need my own ... Everyone keeps saying 'you should adopt from the SPCA' and yeah, sure I would like to ... but the only two dogs I have found in the last year that I wanted to adopt have been heartbreak - the 10-month Golden that I fell in love with, haunted the SPCA and dogged (sorry about the pun) them by phone every day ... only to have her snapped up ... I still think it was all hinky. Then there was the 8 year old Golden a couple of months ago ... but she couldn't be adopted to homes with kids because she had food guarding issues.

I love Golden Retrievers. I want a Golden. It's what I want ... and I shouldn't be made to feel bad for it ... but people insist on trying to guilt me about it. That want is reinforced every time I see a Golden ... and other dogs and how they just aren't Goldens. Don't get me wrong ... I love all dogs ... I will play, dog-sit, etc .. all dogs. But when it comes to the dog that will be my companion? I know that dog has to be a Golden ... yes, physically they are beautiful ... but what gets me every time is their temperament. I am sorry to all you 'insert breed here' dog lovers ... but no dog is as great as a Golden. Ok, one exception would be the Newf ... they rival Goldens for wonderful, generous, loving, loyal, sweet temperaments. If only they came in in a smaller, non-slobbery version ... don't shit on me for this ... I know of which I speak ... my sister had Newfs for almost 20 years now. But I guess my point, after all this rambling, would be that I REALLY want a dog ... I just wish I could find the right one.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Twilight Baby

I am soooo Team Edward.



I went to see Twilight tonight with my sister ... it was my second time going. And guess what? The second time was even better than the first. Mmmmmm.



Sarah comes up from GM for Christmas break next weekend ... and I will go see it with her ... my third time ... and I am sure it will be even better than the second.



Mmmmmm ... Edward.




In other words, if you haven't seen the movie yet, GO SEE IT!