Day 212

Trying to get back on the healthy eating kick.  Ignore the beer in the background.  I am not sure how that got there.

Day 211

Those legs aren't mine.

Day 210

This was waiting for me this morning.  Right next to our squirrel free birdhouse.

Day 209

Blue cheese dip.  It smells nasty and looks even nastier, but it is so delicious.  It is the exact opposite of Max's feet.  They are cute in a furry muppet kind of way, they smell yummy in a corn chip kind of way, but they taste like what you imagine feet that don't wear shoes outside will taste like.  I love him anyway.

Day 208

Max and I were out for our walk when Darren drove by and took pity on Max.  Of course, Max couldn't get into the backseat, so I walked home alone.  I got a few stares from the neighbours, but no one dared ask where Max was.

Day 207

So I went shopping today and came across these pillows that match my new rocking chair.  When I was going through the checkout, the lady said that it was a very popular print.  Ugh!  Now I am not an idiot.  I bought the chair at a chain store, so I knew I wasn't going to be the only one with it.  I just didn't realize that it would be "popular".  Because if it is popular than it will eventually be unpopular, and my chair will look dated.  The chair that was twice as expensive as my first couch will be slipcovered by 2012.  

To make matters worse, there was a coupon for Bed, Bath & Beyond in my mailbox when I got home.  So not only am I going to look completely dated in a couple of years, I could have done it a lot cheaper.

Day 206

While I love the colour, I am completely disappointed with the Martha Stewart paint.  I am not going to mince words.  It sucks donkey balls.  I use masking tape for the edges, and it tore with the tape like the cheaper paints do.  Not what I was expecting at $40/gal.

It resulted in my having to pull out the little paint brushes to try and get an even line.  This leads me to believe that I am more of a perfectionist than Martha.  Not good.  Not good at all.

Day 205

Paint for the living room.  Martha calls it Mossy Rock.  I call it 3 day old guacamole.

Day 204

The trick to a cheap grocery trip is to go right after work, don't bring the husband, and don't even ask him what he wants.  I really should write one of those books on how to save money.  I probably shouldn't write a book on relationships.

Day 203

I may have a busy weekend.  Or I may procrastinate for another week.

Day 202

So I am trying to book a cottage for a week's vacation. (Did anyone else start singing Fresh Prince? No, just me?) They have to allow dogs, and really can't have too many stairs as Max doesn't like new stairs.  They have to internet, and can't be too rustic as Darren doesn't do rustic.

I really should just leave the two high maintenance beings in my family home and have this vacation be just about me.

Day 201

There is absolutely no pressure on my future niece or nephew to be awesome.  Well, maybe a little pressure.

Day 200

He is the Gene Simmons of our backyard.

Day 199

This is the equivalent of a Hummer tailgating a Versa.  There are assholes everywhere.

Day 198

The nightly grooming session.  Let me tell you, that tongue is really rough.  It could exfoliate the roughest of skins.  It is the pumice of tongues.

Day 197

Pretty misty on the basin tonight.

Day 196

I know a red sky at night means great weather the next day.  The little rhyme never addressed purple skies. Maybe the world will end tomorrow.  Maybe that will mean I won't have to update this blog.  It is slowly killing me.

Day 195

Loving the last of the local season.

Day 194

My new chair is so comfy.  I don't want to lose too many faithful readers, but there may be a lot of pictures from this viewpoint in the near future.

Day 193

Proof that I can be girly.

Day 192

A rainy Sunday afternoon results in toasted coconut chocolate chunk cookies and a chocolate smeared keyboard.

Day 191

Went out for lunch at one of those 50's diners.  I can go another 10 years before I have to hear Jailhouse Rock again.  It definitely does not aid the digestion.  Ugh!

Day 190

If you need to find me over the next couple of days, you can find my butt here.  New chair was delivered today.

Day 189

I swear this bumble bee is trying to sting me.  This is his mug shot.

Day 188

Wall of water.  I am pretty sure it will hit me metaphorically in a few days.

Day 187

Sitting on the deck in the rain.  Love the sound and I love not getting wet.

Day 186

I am an idiot.  I was going on yesterday about how I would rather go swimming than finish an accounting assignment not realizing a good friend was in the hospital recovering from a stroke.  I completely suck.

This is a another picture from yesterday. I am really not in the mood to take any pictures.

Day 185

The sun is setting over the neighbourhood lake.  The kids are still out swimming.  I am not because it is Sunday night.  I have laundry to do, an accounting assignment to finish, tomorrow's lunch to make, tonight's dinner to cook, a dog to walk, and a chequing account to review.  Adulthood sucks.

Day 184

Okay, so this gets me out of the water should I fall in the harbour.  What gets the harbour water off of me once I am out?  Shouldn't there be one of the contamination showers right next to the ring thing?

Day 183

The perfect summer day.  Day 3 of a 5 day weekend.

Day 182

Happy Canada Day!