tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-383692182024-03-07T15:51:13.156-08:00Boston LoveBoston Behaving BadlyBoston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-65937101497732969332008-08-23T21:26:00.000-07:002008-08-23T21:26:33.472-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeEkg7SiJNWKTVMoaKsJVNjFqaiFUcD5VSaMywuOK3uwhYfkInQfSE2mimaZKgUebnIUIQzT8gv2NvxFJwAbzWarw5yQMzfyXKnGP3QjhLLUJrsUZ2nL_pH3LZBFMA2rOz_hh/s1600-h/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+005.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyeEkg7SiJNWKTVMoaKsJVNjFqaiFUcD5VSaMywuOK3uwhYfkInQfSE2mimaZKgUebnIUIQzT8gv2NvxFJwAbzWarw5yQMzfyXKnGP3QjhLLUJrsUZ2nL_pH3LZBFMA2rOz_hh/s160/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-49980520935982188782008-07-28T18:47:00.001-07:002008-07-28T18:49:02.257-07:00What do you MEAN there are no more ribs?!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg861MFP3aUXbygbPXnkvGtOfwr5iaRm4mthgySma8IW8babEA-18wNUPTL2j5T_tNrrpWJhioudTff9dzYNvsgrCaj2xGFyvPcvxakvxTTqBIw9qIuKNlWhIDLf-3fGvKh0vA7/s1600-h/Copy+of+EL+Pics+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228247003116068674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg861MFP3aUXbygbPXnkvGtOfwr5iaRm4mthgySma8IW8babEA-18wNUPTL2j5T_tNrrpWJhioudTff9dzYNvsgrCaj2xGFyvPcvxakvxTTqBIw9qIuKNlWhIDLf-3fGvKh0vA7/s400/Copy+of+EL+Pics+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-58218132468026960102008-07-28T18:35:00.001-07:002008-07-28T18:42:49.980-07:00The Wetlands<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmT52CU7uE_EpnrBQ4w8PMlmUMilMLwp2UwwfYRll-fFwFmTl4QTKfq2PYdPd-KAyKrQ1D7UU-BKgdTcObXzTairLaNe2j9Pu_8ZcMmQtAUzYUIcYkazSpNSt-a5K2sXCSikk/s1600-h/sun+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228245449068912946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkmT52CU7uE_EpnrBQ4w8PMlmUMilMLwp2UwwfYRll-fFwFmTl4QTKfq2PYdPd-KAyKrQ1D7UU-BKgdTcObXzTairLaNe2j9Pu_8ZcMmQtAUzYUIcYkazSpNSt-a5K2sXCSikk/s400/sun+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6chplXvMLZ_4mCwPAh_sgPmRmf0PhtaB58m8_z7-LEGJA5VhOAoiATD7gwhOl3AtIcA5AP7ODj99mrfYvuq2NtogsFRfYNF-06uUnXy3vkx4W9eUs9DgxZSUcKNTINWW8q5Yy/s1600-h/sun+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228245047468699426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6chplXvMLZ_4mCwPAh_sgPmRmf0PhtaB58m8_z7-LEGJA5VhOAoiATD7gwhOl3AtIcA5AP7ODj99mrfYvuq2NtogsFRfYNF-06uUnXy3vkx4W9eUs9DgxZSUcKNTINWW8q5Yy/s400/sun+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>We have wetlands behind the park where I live. To the west a freeway to the east miles of beautiful deserted wetlands where everyone likes to walk their dogs.</div><br /><div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-91927957351702399602008-05-12T12:51:00.000-07:002008-05-12T13:15:44.701-07:00Susie's Social Day Out In Sunny Sausalito<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx__PvDqH5rUifFdwN5Ym_kMEMg-Fum4p0Zu4t1iU9Y6CsCclhmQq67MDUGC8JGlmgYxgF4Fa9wQ-4sjGBUzLRTlTHH2VLHusHKiD9PAQ0CScYyfBvX5yWq_6Rq7h1A7RWJ4n/s1600-h/1503391990_aab0396c3d.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199583147211759042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPx__PvDqH5rUifFdwN5Ym_kMEMg-Fum4p0Zu4t1iU9Y6CsCclhmQq67MDUGC8JGlmgYxgF4Fa9wQ-4sjGBUzLRTlTHH2VLHusHKiD9PAQ0CScYyfBvX5yWq_6Rq7h1A7RWJ4n/s320/1503391990_aab0396c3d.jpg" border="0" /></a>I don’t have any new pictures of Sue. I’m waiting for my friend to send them to me. He just got a new Mac laptop so I hope that will expedite pictures I’ve been waiting on for a long time. We recently took Susie to Sausalito so that I could look at art galleries and let her be admired by passer byers. People always seem very curious about Boston’s and what they are like to own. Mostly people want to know if Boston’s are hyper and the answer is yes and no. Sue’s very active when she’s awake. Otherwise you’ll find her snoring under the covers the other 70% of the day. What I like about my Boston is that she is not a foo foo dog, even though she is little. She’s not a yipper - she’s a watch dog, she’s not meant to be carried in big expensive bags by celebrities. She’s a big dog in a little dog’s body. This ain’t no sissy dog. The trip to Sausalito was a success and our last stop was an art gallery where the owners had a Pug dog named Pugsley and since they were closing up the gallery anyway, they let Sue and Pugsley run all over the place and play together. It was very cute. But alas I have no pictures to prove it so I borrowed this one off yahoo images... ha…okay, stole it. Hoping my friend reads this and feels guilty but he won’t.Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-36546604638003502662008-04-04T17:28:00.000-07:002008-04-04T17:42:36.032-07:00My Space & Blogging<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQzi42k7isKJJii32Hrz2mcposd0TDG2WuuyXMMDmmZ9Lv0jwweYV9OBYor2QVPFICq71vwuEBKdqzNw-Q2NmfCA1Grg0zlW7Hfx4DteLV8BQzWLp_fCKE5boQYcuZ9wLWvY2/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185554265272229458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicQzi42k7isKJJii32Hrz2mcposd0TDG2WuuyXMMDmmZ9Lv0jwweYV9OBYor2QVPFICq71vwuEBKdqzNw-Q2NmfCA1Grg0zlW7Hfx4DteLV8BQzWLp_fCKE5boQYcuZ9wLWvY2/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> Everyone it seems has a website now or several. And they aren't just dinky little blurbs about themselves but these websites have been layed out carefully and are esthetically pleasing with flashing lights, bright backgrounds, videos, pictures and entry's about what is going on with their lives, Incredible. I can't figure out where people find the time to do all this self promoting, entertaining and networking via blogs and My Space. Maybe I'm sleeping too much. Maybe you really only need 3 hours a night.Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-84897887493147278362007-11-02T17:20:00.000-07:002007-11-02T17:25:34.154-07:00Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhteCiKCAlrvabYBS7Bf2jIIrkgiw4afv8sPTOYSPI2m6t1OpgSxHHGMFQVc8xyDfkSg3NF4hbZBdRk-_vP5qoNol2OFy2Zdvz9O9zmDWjkjZ0khClsLn_LERH2MgCW17FbpY69/s1600-h/3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128403601928575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhteCiKCAlrvabYBS7Bf2jIIrkgiw4afv8sPTOYSPI2m6t1OpgSxHHGMFQVc8xyDfkSg3NF4hbZBdRk-_vP5qoNol2OFy2Zdvz9O9zmDWjkjZ0khClsLn_LERH2MgCW17FbpY69/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHXSq_0VZdq-_MmZsgWK2c8U1P1J3j9HDaeOC7G77vgtd0Ixn9tP8GlcSaRtJsqWXaHg1d-cyTKXpwcbAzVZpZdP3obQJoCML1cTIiwWH6g-BPZx_co99gDLGZy5E6Wa3lgUA/s1600-h/2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128403430129883794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHXSq_0VZdq-_MmZsgWK2c8U1P1J3j9HDaeOC7G77vgtd0Ixn9tP8GlcSaRtJsqWXaHg1d-cyTKXpwcbAzVZpZdP3obQJoCML1cTIiwWH6g-BPZx_co99gDLGZy5E6Wa3lgUA/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHOKzSBfAFd-rwLVYIZVCeXsKVhDccLoCw6h3alZDzQCMDO3KFfvap-hKk7Q4bXgyyyg00svW21R_fQQ38eg6WJKRIU9ogNf-zjhyphenhyphenq0E7jDZP0-7ZYouMsa6An_aGkzipGegH/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128403103712369282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDHOKzSBfAFd-rwLVYIZVCeXsKVhDccLoCw6h3alZDzQCMDO3KFfvap-hKk7Q4bXgyyyg00svW21R_fQQ38eg6WJKRIU9ogNf-zjhyphenhyphenq0E7jDZP0-7ZYouMsa6An_aGkzipGegH/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-60253727409089832722007-03-03T16:30:00.000-08:002007-03-03T17:04:52.654-08:00Craigs ListI'm a big fan of both buying and selling on Craig's List. Here's Susie helping me sell this gold bag that she hates being put into!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLQ1ghfo23nQ3vSdtcexDFReugC0AAZEFQF3FlsAmqEsXV9IrCTgUrH1jkAlcuaT7pMHsLUTCGfTYQa30zovfbpeGsR9eWcyKk1ork5nfUWKwt3ppZYyQN_BVLm7b8wSpEe3b/s1600-h/CraigsList+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037860419895537266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLLQ1ghfo23nQ3vSdtcexDFReugC0AAZEFQF3FlsAmqEsXV9IrCTgUrH1jkAlcuaT7pMHsLUTCGfTYQa30zovfbpeGsR9eWcyKk1ork5nfUWKwt3ppZYyQN_BVLm7b8wSpEe3b/s320/CraigsList+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037860553039523458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7FbuAi47PlWXflyzaC1-KHcgHuGEQpZ6ZKiTvRfd6bjlgoL4kWF3dVZNJMyQWcaAJMyT-s-OwgUlWBIlYXldnA8GAzjTP1NdA-pr1MNPIkrE5DmEQaKDQxPLf3Z9bPCeH4PvM/s320/CraigsList+017.jpg" border="0" /></div><br />Yeah...I want this out of here!Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-68688348295682739592007-03-03T16:11:00.000-08:002007-03-03T16:34:26.690-08:00Grammy's Loving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNALVpfovpyR62KEhFRDxAIWkUiyj4JbzeqV_lmiBuZwABtaYnLFiGmAEwcC4oN4yffxZgFrv3vxGZiFhXXXQ95bhEQXWyGXSvAW1bZWWIoVO5UX1Y-uUM2HwXZxzeK1cxiRY/s1600-h/last+pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037858796397899362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzNALVpfovpyR62KEhFRDxAIWkUiyj4JbzeqV_lmiBuZwABtaYnLFiGmAEwcC4oN4yffxZgFrv3vxGZiFhXXXQ95bhEQXWyGXSvAW1bZWWIoVO5UX1Y-uUM2HwXZxzeK1cxiRY/s320/last+pic.jpg" border="0" /></a> With her grandogter, Susie<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hPN3zkwNkMYETB3DT1-gszcbefP6MWz6__xfQkr5jtHXesbUZGCyW17p4_288v754PgtSlmVSMPlg0we_OVtuJ3aDhz0Vh9l5Vmx9lzRU9Ld8jP3WKPSVtbIsAgYu17GLqEE/s1600-h/pic3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037858650369011282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8hPN3zkwNkMYETB3DT1-gszcbefP6MWz6__xfQkr5jtHXesbUZGCyW17p4_288v754PgtSlmVSMPlg0we_OVtuJ3aDhz0Vh9l5Vmx9lzRU9Ld8jP3WKPSVtbIsAgYu17GLqEE/s320/pic3.jpg" border="0" /></a> And with her grandaughter, Alexis<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPXEkVWGuoK3roBqpTpJ5_rAIVon5IALU2gQ3wa98IlB7DPqhzi2p4t6HYD4Mg2pZvEueLzOYPJB577cGSETZzw1zCzu_gZjiT7KmAGskMKEYZexQDMH0MbcxsFy-RJZG8Q6X/s1600-h/pic2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037858577354567234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPXEkVWGuoK3roBqpTpJ5_rAIVon5IALU2gQ3wa98IlB7DPqhzi2p4t6HYD4Mg2pZvEueLzOYPJB577cGSETZzw1zCzu_gZjiT7KmAGskMKEYZexQDMH0MbcxsFy-RJZG8Q6X/s320/pic2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxk1VYfD3PlFkCDh5O1VioQ3wR3T_Zt6Mtyigka_2y1IkmzXrHPAW3BcZknDwPuWCYKIfv7iELhCkAeGWUGrPNecHrc-uoBxrK9kmC_ZTnEEY7mq8ujcH5Uu3ptURTQAOL05Z/s1600-h/pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037858482865286706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxk1VYfD3PlFkCDh5O1VioQ3wR3T_Zt6Mtyigka_2y1IkmzXrHPAW3BcZknDwPuWCYKIfv7iELhCkAeGWUGrPNecHrc-uoBxrK9kmC_ZTnEEY7mq8ujcH5Uu3ptURTQAOL05Z/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-87541404263942580242007-01-06T15:37:00.000-08:002007-01-06T16:12:06.190-08:00Boston a la mode<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pwlg3kLzkafGPYJVBRTVui-PEq4YxO8LJWKIHoJpdMz1rWttMKaglgPxaO3KGBsuXi-a9GRQ9Jt1nEDHp53cxb6TniQ4tlsRyfGZ448hFU2-RtuEtPNM-SfxKm-8OgDGbL9z/s1600-h/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017073792121879970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pwlg3kLzkafGPYJVBRTVui-PEq4YxO8LJWKIHoJpdMz1rWttMKaglgPxaO3KGBsuXi-a9GRQ9Jt1nEDHp53cxb6TniQ4tlsRyfGZ448hFU2-RtuEtPNM-SfxKm-8OgDGbL9z/s320/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+007.jpg" border="0" /></a>Oh yeah.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1uT1kMWuBDiwpMqGXHY6aCecXPFDoDRCLlwBNd3iClzsQvUDwMsNYt1Sx3o8dxZx8-BsJf2WYpZ0ZdtSWINAnB0iVi1El0NcdBMOCPxd_c7Yx74W1kgjNwxUweN79ubM754Y/s1600-h/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017068754125241746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf1uT1kMWuBDiwpMqGXHY6aCecXPFDoDRCLlwBNd3iClzsQvUDwMsNYt1Sx3o8dxZx8-BsJf2WYpZ0ZdtSWINAnB0iVi1El0NcdBMOCPxd_c7Yx74W1kgjNwxUweN79ubM754Y/s320/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /></a> Yummy!!!<br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ElRy8ofnLsN1xxTK70EHLlD2Q6lJ9E3LshpMYj8-8KaCQg99wARAzDhwhO5KjSQvh1lOyJ1tb_mhM4z4vjMMRXhqYQJqTMQLOo8FeXOUX_XwoqEDxJaX8Zp2dtcGgjdWGsVp/s1600-h/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017067628843810162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ElRy8ofnLsN1xxTK70EHLlD2Q6lJ9E3LshpMYj8-8KaCQg99wARAzDhwhO5KjSQvh1lOyJ1tb_mhM4z4vjMMRXhqYQJqTMQLOo8FeXOUX_XwoqEDxJaX8Zp2dtcGgjdWGsVp/s320/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> What do you mean there's no more????<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RLb45qPIvSw0e3-mGRMqHtPfeuRLPxE6ZpJagyI6llyCYjenltofM88dW5PUAIPps4teod1tWVJPxfVc5h94T7S2RcZtQlXA0F_59WCkdgOrxWL25WG_Kp2ch5KQWmeXHFYW/s1600-h/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017066898699369826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RLb45qPIvSw0e3-mGRMqHtPfeuRLPxE6ZpJagyI6llyCYjenltofM88dW5PUAIPps4teod1tWVJPxfVc5h94T7S2RcZtQlXA0F_59WCkdgOrxWL25WG_Kp2ch5KQWmeXHFYW/s320/Susie+Whipped+Cream+Pictures+024.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-17615070927845051442007-01-02T21:32:00.000-08:002007-01-02T21:49:07.903-08:00HypnosisSusie practices her hypnosis technique:<br /><br />Look into my eyes.<br />I am getting very sleepy...........................<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsgBEK3G4TnR5EtQqKxXt1sxnl9qGbtKEvacULSNJidFDToznevrEoEGybZywivDbDxdnQZ1PpKdfQbnLojvRmwZa8HC30hQfOF5HIi39K4_HJruAZCfEXj9lLaWHLIt0PruC/s1600-h/MVC-009S+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015674145580244130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgsgBEK3G4TnR5EtQqKxXt1sxnl9qGbtKEvacULSNJidFDToznevrEoEGybZywivDbDxdnQZ1PpKdfQbnLojvRmwZa8HC30hQfOF5HIi39K4_HJruAZCfEXj9lLaWHLIt0PruC/s320/MVC-009S+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a> I don't think that's really how it's supposed to work Sue. Oh well.....Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-79458107688960288572006-12-29T10:22:00.000-08:002006-12-29T10:49:02.828-08:00The Toy TestSusie Q. received several toys and treats on Christmas. Here are two of her favorites:<br /><br />A pink and leopard print snuggle sack from my Mama........<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yNb7-62fBJZSfwi9lkUrULi8jW3VY2Ofm7a6OHoA20CR4oy2NUzlSmqVhkHk5laxsbJZ-n7Ea2jhgClcSJDsAvfAdae9HaoKRx0enLIxtWrRjPveIfEQJVmnJAU347G_1rQn/s1600-h/Sue+3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014021768754645202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2yNb7-62fBJZSfwi9lkUrULi8jW3VY2Ofm7a6OHoA20CR4oy2NUzlSmqVhkHk5laxsbJZ-n7Ea2jhgClcSJDsAvfAdae9HaoKRx0enLIxtWrRjPveIfEQJVmnJAU347G_1rQn/s320/Sue+3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhuBgDvRpMdMFLXQHatj0fb-R1xEYINArAgtdyjXEEh80dnEKqn2ieNFm2KTk6s7uLuXqj6IpjraE1Yo__MMtXCBM86kqCWgUxEM5mpbPQhZpvdyGwNOHAlwDojprsAt5dzOP/s1600-h/12-29+PICS+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014021657085495490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhuBgDvRpMdMFLXQHatj0fb-R1xEYINArAgtdyjXEEh80dnEKqn2ieNFm2KTk6s7uLuXqj6IpjraE1Yo__MMtXCBM86kqCWgUxEM5mpbPQhZpvdyGwNOHAlwDojprsAt5dzOP/s320/12-29+PICS+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU25Ki4H5PAK6ozJIxOH_DUikYL8OrbpeCoPM1FNoMhyphenhyphenp6Ya8bvSqNdrmabi31OK3wmPigFHdZemOo22j6g_HYSqVsDF9NCET1mVea3TeYsue6NKL4Brn-emSY-6ljnkoNTYTe/s1600-h/Sue1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014021223293798578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU25Ki4H5PAK6ozJIxOH_DUikYL8OrbpeCoPM1FNoMhyphenhyphenp6Ya8bvSqNdrmabi31OK3wmPigFHdZemOo22j6g_HYSqVsDF9NCET1mVea3TeYsue6NKL4Brn-emSY-6ljnkoNTYTe/s320/Sue1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BglMTw468McNeviKtGWfm85OTAJ9tK5oOiA9UhCqgF1Bly4Xr0-EAlE8nXKV54IU25poI7ooHOXGXG0l4NKBHSAlv2MRiO1ZY7fYnh2ysoFqSXcpYRGTGYGDcRrVMzBS78q-/s1600-h/Sue+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014020905466218658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3BglMTw468McNeviKtGWfm85OTAJ9tK5oOiA9UhCqgF1Bly4Xr0-EAlE8nXKV54IU25poI7ooHOXGXG0l4NKBHSAlv2MRiO1ZY7fYnh2ysoFqSXcpYRGTGYGDcRrVMzBS78q-/s320/Sue+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The ugliest bug toy I have ever laid eyes on from Peter & Patricia. She loves it! <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxqzYU49nAKnQIlswSUsF0IKfYSlVEjCp3X-LbFXqw1Yr3mtOYwOKUKRhXOJWP3-i2bvfwqZDnqhB5HX-p7XeZ1zabIrrqhvoS162gwGOxy59KD45YSnLMjnXTgIFCWZCDooA/s1600-h/12-29+PICS+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014019891853936786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXxqzYU49nAKnQIlswSUsF0IKfYSlVEjCp3X-LbFXqw1Yr3mtOYwOKUKRhXOJWP3-i2bvfwqZDnqhB5HX-p7XeZ1zabIrrqhvoS162gwGOxy59KD45YSnLMjnXTgIFCWZCDooA/s320/12-29+PICS+016.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKSfgwNMa6ypTpXAK1RoCvLsgH2VOjbiMTQRaC8JXDC-kCg6S0NCevTdoEtZ9E4NEngNxONiZ_4hHeAAlm1yBTL_leK1u4uzrjMoBPne5UizIh015T6C_5semW1wScrkcu0Y9/s1600-h/12-29+PICS+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014018964141000834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbKSfgwNMa6ypTpXAK1RoCvLsgH2VOjbiMTQRaC8JXDC-kCg6S0NCevTdoEtZ9E4NEngNxONiZ_4hHeAAlm1yBTL_leK1u4uzrjMoBPne5UizIh015T6C_5semW1wScrkcu0Y9/s320/12-29+PICS+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKE99GXQfM4mTVpUYR52233gE8CzR9zwsagBVw1CCl6ZwFbMjUoT1cR9WiBtXAcZs6Q2p4CUhonhMrOZor-8m-nBZLz1AhzT3CfvL7oR7AbU2iaQqtKjqj41hHAqQeSwcegkAM/s1600-h/12-29+PICS+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014018448744925298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKE99GXQfM4mTVpUYR52233gE8CzR9zwsagBVw1CCl6ZwFbMjUoT1cR9WiBtXAcZs6Q2p4CUhonhMrOZor-8m-nBZLz1AhzT3CfvL7oR7AbU2iaQqtKjqj41hHAqQeSwcegkAM/s320/12-29+PICS+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-63392621383929668122006-12-28T15:37:00.000-08:002006-12-28T18:41:59.394-08:00Sue & Simon's Christmas OutfitsI decided to dress up both the cat & dog for Christmas. They were both thrilled.<br /><br />Bah-Humbug!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZDjfQeSG9DvAFu902kPPtHDMCg-YMNWCq3GyuFDeJVDWJpvEUww9UsvGKM6A2vZYwWESpFPs-Z97SvZi1ck7G2IDYhdeo937pwQF5OdSmWyRTIeFl7eRD8ZvC7l39IPiiu3r/s1600-h/Picture_033[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013730097525573714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZDjfQeSG9DvAFu902kPPtHDMCg-YMNWCq3GyuFDeJVDWJpvEUww9UsvGKM6A2vZYwWESpFPs-Z97SvZi1ck7G2IDYhdeo937pwQF5OdSmWyRTIeFl7eRD8ZvC7l39IPiiu3r/s320/Picture_033%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> Simon can't believe this has happened to him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUum-9rTovOzi8lxb_0UV9jdOvj34LJUKBmX4Cnp2Y9hSF5WsrksL9Y7LeNGWmUAiAcSkMajyOQtGlR-OfWceOPqRVZOmovdou_thMR9bqMfG4BjIWR6mJTIfqxRPoz_dDuBv5/s1600-h/Picture+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013728804740417602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUum-9rTovOzi8lxb_0UV9jdOvj34LJUKBmX4Cnp2Y9hSF5WsrksL9Y7LeNGWmUAiAcSkMajyOQtGlR-OfWceOPqRVZOmovdou_thMR9bqMfG4BjIWR6mJTIfqxRPoz_dDuBv5/s320/Picture+041.jpg" border="0" /></a> Sue comfort's Simon in his moment of humiliation.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiSNwIxSan0JrKnQfS4TbnfmeUFj7H8ej0WKWy-XcCy3FZXr3KJRmDhNr32Xz341_KgU9JBzO5CsAcMX5HCDAnbQXmIqBZWGZ7uSPql8zjEaOqyTAJAgWWRV-f2cDv4ASI-du/s1600-h/Picture+042.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013727924272121906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipiSNwIxSan0JrKnQfS4TbnfmeUFj7H8ej0WKWy-XcCy3FZXr3KJRmDhNr32Xz341_KgU9JBzO5CsAcMX5HCDAnbQXmIqBZWGZ7uSPql8zjEaOqyTAJAgWWRV-f2cDv4ASI-du/s320/Picture+042.jpg" border="0" /></a> When Sue's in Dad's lap, all is right with the world once again!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWz8rHpsT-5iToEe97OXsSnfVd8QZqavyhO3tNWYL5QNgTyExQp4UxD-7WFbTF0PlZML7FauXPc1ZtRlgrYV5e_Wi9_JUp4X2R6kn4NBM6VcWdvJT2jXpDdpwByVTmhO3YmGs/s1600-h/Picture+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013727542020032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieWz8rHpsT-5iToEe97OXsSnfVd8QZqavyhO3tNWYL5QNgTyExQp4UxD-7WFbTF0PlZML7FauXPc1ZtRlgrYV5e_Wi9_JUp4X2R6kn4NBM6VcWdvJT2jXpDdpwByVTmhO3YmGs/s320/Picture+055.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-22923554133093477392006-12-28T11:31:00.000-08:002006-12-28T11:55:07.102-08:00Last Days<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebNYo32MdAsCwOi3FxsA4JxDYeVas8mbI-19BmrPIhBchUDLw_Zgp4S8imYJF6FvxbGAUJ_ybNuVLEop-CWxn7_WXLgWnBV-lfCis4OraVHBaDQQW52C3AxxQldLatr2nbVwI/s1600-h/untitled+(2).bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013668636543567842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiebNYo32MdAsCwOi3FxsA4JxDYeVas8mbI-19BmrPIhBchUDLw_Zgp4S8imYJF6FvxbGAUJ_ybNuVLEop-CWxn7_WXLgWnBV-lfCis4OraVHBaDQQW52C3AxxQldLatr2nbVwI/s320/untitled+(2).bmp" border="0" /></a> It's coming up to the last day and half on this job. It has been a very strange 7 week experience. My work ethic has definitely been challenged. For one, my office is vacant. It has the space for 5 co-workers and a large office for my boss. However, I'm the only one ever there. I rarely see my boss and I have no co-workers. I have been at the new office for about a month and am surprised at just how lonely I get.<br /><br />I miss my having co-workers scrambling around me, asking me questions, debating about different aspects of Association management, making fun of varies pompous Board members, even the annoying "talker" that used to come around. I come up with several daily excuses to bother the Allstate lady next door. Do you have any mail for us? I know she doesn't....No, she replies. I linger in the doorway hoping for a tiny bit of conversation, Anything! Throw me a bone lady.<br /><br />I can also come up with daily excuses to leave the office or come in later in the day. Currently having no heat in the office is a great excuse! No Internet was the excuse for about 3 weeks. Gotta catch up on the work e-mail at home. Darn. I really want to sit in that vacant cold office.. but with no Internet, I am FORCED to work at home. ;)<br /><br />I'm looking forward to the job I will start next Tuesday so I can once again hold my head up in society. Not a loafer, e-mailing clients at home in my bathrobe with grape nuts stuck in my teeth. Happy days...can't wait to be accountable again.Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-80503788066730096912006-12-26T10:24:00.000-08:002006-12-29T23:09:21.105-08:00The Stupid Factor<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2C4H4ljQUs6NZx3_7o5HWtmTRJ8qagwsBAVoDaPM_HAsrlw8QYdftNcehxKAhEtCNgq7pSnmHk8lqKis3g0mM0htMTRow20d0-FUCrk_ElxkECAD1EHZ326N1swPjsuSK_YDf/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014081099432872178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2C4H4ljQUs6NZx3_7o5HWtmTRJ8qagwsBAVoDaPM_HAsrlw8QYdftNcehxKAhEtCNgq7pSnmHk8lqKis3g0mM0htMTRow20d0-FUCrk_ElxkECAD1EHZ326N1swPjsuSK_YDf/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a>I have spent this morning trying to figure out what is wrong with our office ther<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj58d3qdzHPRJAu3UK2xSy-nOyAbKZkzI_W8dzTjrNG4tjArgSJEjccQP3gRRRfzfA3XbWT7pezLUmqyRrdftyzFOJ9zhuP-dg9QH8vkXKC75ptEyqEpmT6twWpl7GfcS9sN6LJ/s1600-h/stupid+people.jpg"></a>mostat. I called the management company, my boss and PG&E. Turns out... there is nothing <em>wrong </em>with the heater except the bill was not paid. Therefore, PG&E shut off our gas and there is no source of heat in the office. The shirt on the right sums up exactly the way I feel today.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-28731430548409526562006-12-24T08:00:00.000-08:002006-12-24T22:29:20.962-08:00Private Party!I didn't realize there was a party going on in my house until I walked into the living room the other day and saw that Susie Q. had found some left over garland from a co-worker's baby shower...Surprise!! Here are Sue's comment's:<br /><br /><em>What?!</em> I'm just sitting here....I don't know where this garland came from.<br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012017891633153858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRuL0DQve4x4QKGmnWt7RZudTGUWOzM4oeWb1naxD0T3MBXtVL7F3MxFQxheR1FBPT1esI7enL4hDHP-6CMHbgCrLBcITqHVUCTNx89aH_LhBMfKmS7H-IzRMKb1_tJcnjxZKl/s320/Susie+Q+-+1+year+old+023.jpg" border="0" />Whew...partying can be exhausting.....<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012018338309752658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCDrPsnW91OY_-5GWNFbDzpXaSu_DABmSXk2c7FovSuptm_4hrdAK6CnqasGhyphenhyphen4nfswT2FlQnAPfr7TfA_xYEaUbKsHQ0lqHO8dZwXXAQdo3f_-y6WaQVxSH0hwdnBLVAiPEQd/s320/Susie+Q+-+1+year+old+014.jpg" border="0" />Okay, Now I'm feeling a <em>little</em> ashamed of myself....<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012019098518964066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKLJf-cFzqUTcS8QpUtWlrOJHA58JxayxRx0vfHkvowjw1rFvveyWmUNK86QO4UgOFiDMF_lyO90NVfAtICb9DHQlUgs7NbBfBSMAwdepzr0WmCvoqkWjLtj57KMyLI8-S17x/s320/Susie+Q+-+1+year+old+020.jpg" border="0" />Feeling passed...you can clean up Mom!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012019957512423282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2QCFI9ta39WT_SbphM9SzxKqCmt3S_BB3T5sdUym2Ab3fxPyrZXyqFJQBFw9reuMYD5ige_IIMBLqWvp9A_IKH14VND4Od6LZieYEYRF6y3M3TGxhmKwhrHt6ad0-QXsFsq8n/s320/Susie+Q+-+1+year+old+019.jpg" border="0" />Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-55728412857223541722006-12-23T16:40:00.000-08:002006-12-24T01:28:48.058-08:00Bah Humbug!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011900793644795650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr-RQSY-08sCwi3KDQivlnsTXUEkt2GzmZvmpUYMMee9ATykP2t2nvMztXTotZVelEZg-MGvDweYtcEKjXpayt5hAN3y5J0dLTksAEqqwxCk55_bnAwTOes_fbSOpxqoVW_c-c/s320/1954-xmas-humbug-scrooge+(3).jpg" border="0" />Although he won't freely admit it, my boyfriend is a Scrooge if there ever was one! I happen to LOVE Christmas. I LOVE buying gifts. I LOVE decorating the house and Christmas tree. I LOVE walking around saying, Merry Christmas!! As much as I enjoy Christmas and all that it means, my boyfriend feels the opposite. He hates the crowds of people, the hours of shopping and family gatherings.<br /><br />Knowing all of this I offered to exclude him from my last minute-I-can't-find-it-on-line Christmas shopping at....drum roll...The Mall. I don't know what came over him but he offered to come with me last Wednesday. I asked again, are you sure Erik? There will be traffic and crowds, kids in strollers and happy faces wherever you go. Are you sure you can endure this? Yes, yes. I WANT to come with you. Great, I think. It'll be a miracle if we are still speaking to each other by the end of the night.<br /><br />Our trip starts off great. We listen to Christmas <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">songs</span> on the radio on our way to the mall. We find a parking spot that is less than a mile away from the main entrance. The crowd isn't as bad as we had imagined. We go to the Bath & Body Works for my sister-in-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">law</span> and I point out the things I would like (What row, what scent, what color those scents are, etc.). Things are going well. Until...we get to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Mervyn's</span></span></span>. I state that I need an hour. We debate on how much time this will take me. Back and forth we go like an auction. 20 minutes. Fine! I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">scurry</span></span> around a<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">nd</span></span></span> grab presents. My resentment begins to build. I meet him, on time, at the calendars section. <div><br /></div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoIpGWX67El02Ce6MnQCXuqpp8L2O27vmDICAKlJHbnox2_peCBiaceiNjIE4Wr8OJjvLGV8KQNpxyi7-DOtmblU9ZnKXoCl52Iu6ZxypCfzemFovWN5BjUHBle5GoGB1Q3Mf/s1600-h/KUL%20KLCC%20Scotts%20Picnic%20Food%20Court_b+(3).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011900965443487506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoIpGWX67El02Ce6MnQCXuqpp8L2O27vmDICAKlJHbnox2_peCBiaceiNjIE4Wr8OJjvLGV8KQNpxyi7-DOtmblU9ZnKXoCl52Iu6ZxypCfzemFovWN5BjUHBle5GoGB1Q3Mf/s320/KUL%2520KLCC%2520Scotts%2520Picnic%2520Food%2520Court_b+(3).jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Next, I need to go to Barnes & Noble for some gift cards and Toys R Us for my nieces. But first, I would like to get some food. My boyfriend is glad, as he is hungry too and we can fin<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnd0Q9kaGkbVlH6R_HZN6B-EqWWEEle5hWR-OcNO9blcPnCpxw73HbEaQBxr3fdfohZwgWucecf_ZijQL5dU-ZBAf-tDpNtRDbDP5Xcv4TUG9FDGtThI0mdoFXiji62A6IvTP/s1600-h/KUL%20KLCC%20Scotts%20Picnic%20Food%20Court_b+(2).jpg"></a>ally stop shopping for a moment. I point out that there are many cuisine options at the Food Court upstairs. My boyfriend looks as though I have just suggested he eat rat <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">poison</span>. After a bitter exhange we leave the mall with empty bellies. I get in the car humming Christmas tunes with a look on my face that clearly states, "YOU have ruined my shopping trip and I wish you would not have come." In an eager attempt to set things right, Erik starts suggesting dinner options. Unfortunately, I've decided to be diffacult (I'm good at that) and state that I will simply eat something from the Chevron (jerky?) so that we can finish our shopping and go home! </div><div><br /></div><div>Thankfully, we did finish our shopping and found a nice place to eat and kissed goodnight, still Friends. Amazing. </div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38369218.post-29969040339722082352006-12-23T14:32:00.000-08:002006-12-24T12:47:53.538-08:00Sugar & Spice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyT-gm1V403HHYhu4uI2XuK0HthdAY5vSWRvI0hZAmrsBLrvCJxwqdsolbnLAAJKQtJUDYc5nU_uDSjA4GPV-t6KhaLvLfB7Oxr15lWAFu_O2ns7r2n4Sl-wqawMdg-8jQCsk/s1600-h/Susie+Q+-+1+year+old+002+(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011948248738449186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKyT-gm1V403HHYhu4uI2XuK0HthdAY5vSWRvI0hZAmrsBLrvCJxwqdsolbnLAAJKQtJUDYc5nU_uDSjA4GPV-t6KhaLvLfB7Oxr15lWAFu_O2ns7r2n4Sl-wqawMdg-8jQCsk/s320/Susie+Q+-+1+year+old+002+(2).jpg" border="0" /></a>This is our Boston Terrier: Susie Q. She also goes by the following nicknames: Hell Dog, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Stinkles</span>, The Hound, Beast, Snap Turtle, Little Sue, Cute-Lil'-Cute, The Q-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">Ster</span> and this month, unfortunately, Horn Dog. Yes, Horn Dog. Erik and I are both very unfamiliar with female dog heats. When Sue originally picked us to be owned by her, we were in awe of how cute & sweet she was. We were also "awe" struck by her phenomenal price tag! But since she was a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">purebred</span> and came with AKC papers we thought we'd breed her and sell her pups when she got older. However, now that she is our "baby" and we have extensively researched the risks of breeding her, we are not so inclined.<br /><div><div><br /><div>This is Susie's 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)">nd</span> heat. I figured heats were like human "periods." It would last a week and then we'd get on with our lives. Not true. A female bitch’s heat lasts 3-6 weeks, depending upon the dog. The first heat, six months ago, consisted of a small amount of blood drops in the kitchen. Somewhat inconvenient but manageable. The second heat (the one we are, <em>hopefully</em>, at the tail end of) consists of blood, odd behavior and seemingly non-stop "humping" of our legs and a stuffed tiger that shall remain anonymous. This uncharacteristic behavior of our baby girl is disturbing to say the least. We are impatiently waiting to get our darling girl fixed so that we can fall asleep without fear of being molested. I doubt we will ever be able to erase the image of her…well, you get the picture.</div></div></div>Boston Lovehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14042473388000150446noreply@blogger.com1