Summer nuts

Hey, summer is nuts! I end up logging on, checking email, poking or tattooing my friends on Facebook, reading blogs then saying "oh snap! what time is it?"

Thus explains my lack of blogs this week.

Yesterday was a wonderfully productive day. I had a lunch date with my husband in which we ate at Quigley's Irish Pub in Naperville, followed by perusing at Restoration Hardware and Pottery Barn. Not to mention Barnes and Nobles, which could eat my entire day up. After I dropped him back off at work, I headed to Menards, (which I say like Mainerds) and found my matching ceiling fan and ceiling light to install. I also picked out lightbulbs and got overwhelmed at the amount of tile selections.

After a wonderful evening at Celebrate the Journey at CCC, I headed over to Home Depot and found a bunch of stuff for my bathroom; faucets, a fancy schmancy curved shower pole, matching do-dads for toilet paper holding and towel holding, also the shower curtain hooks match. For those who have curious minds, I decided to go with brushed nickel finish.

I am starting to get really psyched for my remodel. One bid is in, and I am STILL waiting on another... (gee don't sway me at all by being late...) I think I have picked out my new doorknobs and some other stuff. Don't worry, I already have to return something, the towel bar is too long, I am just gonna go with hooks instead.

N E way... oh shap! What time is it?

Penny pinching at home...

It appears that Dave and I will have to cut back on our expenses. This means that the dog and cat will have to start contributing to housework and stop making housework. Also, we will be tying fans to their tails in lieu of air conditioning. Worse comes to worse, we do have two lovely roast beasts.

Seriously though, Dave and I have been horrible on our spending, and we really need to cut back on eating out. Mostly we pick stuff up instead of cooking, which is horrible. I suggest some cheaper grocery stores and no more quick pickup meals. Lots more deli meat for sandwiches.

We are good at setting a budget, just hard to stick to it in real life. Abby won't mind doing the dishes for a while, but I would like plates without dog slobber.

Any ideas HOW to stick to our budget without going insane?

My life as a dog

After a 13 hour power-outage, and an issue with the internet, I am back online after a long two days. Yesterday, I woke up with no power. This means something dreadful: NO COFFEE. However, by the time I got showered and dressed, I was no longer craving just coffee.

I headed out to a new sandwich shoppe, (okay, new to me) to give it a try. I intended to do reading, but found myself distracted by people and what they were doing, reading, or talking about.

I always have these really good intentions when I start out, but then I see the no dog sign and have to rip it out and carry it around in my mouth (in my life as a German Shepard that is). The sun was out, which lead to more distractions, as I just love a sunny day. I could just imagine life as a dog, laying there watching people pass by, talking on the cell phone before they enter the store, staring at the window to read the menu, sniffing around for dropped sandwich pieces and chips.

I don't think German Shepards read the paper, but I got distracted by the paper because it had an article on the new Pirates movie. Then outside, there was the front page, which I always like to peruse. I don't subscribe to the paper, because then I would never read it, plus all the tree killing. However, I am never opposed to picking up a stray paper and reading it. I guess I could liken this to smelling the crotches of strangers.

When I was sitting inside, there was a gentleman sitting outside. I tried desperately to see what he was reading. Never mind what I wanted to do, what is he reading? Ahh, C.S. Lewis, but I cannot read the title. I wonder what that book is about? I wonder who this man is, why he has an hour in the middle of the afternoon, and why he is reading Lewis. He ordered some type of grilled sandwich, and is drinking a citrus flavored green tea. He is likely in the baby boomer bracket of age from what I can tell. He is also dressed nicely in a sportcoat, but is not wearing a tie. His shoes are black oxford tie ups, and he wears black socks. I forgot to look for a wedding band, its not like I am trying to hook up, but that would show more about who he is.

Ugh, here I am trying to judge a book by his cover, and his book cover (newly acquired from Barnes and Noble with bag to prove it. No other purchases were made that I can tell.) I would dread it if someone did this to me. What do I look like?

Well, I am a German Shepard, and if you get too close and I don't know you-- look out! Okay, I admit, my bark is worse than my bite. I am cuddly, but I shed a bunch. I am loyal and true, my collar is blue, but worn. I am clean and smell good, but I drool a lot. (What do you want, I am in a sandwich shop!?!) I wag my tail, but only around people I know. I am supposed to be chewing my bone, but I get distracted easily. I carry my bone everywhere, and it is well worn to prove it. I know my bone like nobody's business. I want to share my bone with people I love.

If you just got totally confused, well then woof, woof!

I am convinced, it is a plague

I called off work, hocked up two gigantic green globs from my lungs. That qualifies me to stay home today. I did however manage to read a fantastic book, which I cannot wait to blog about. However, I want my brain in it. In the meantime, you should figure out which type of sandwich you are. FYI, I still love grilled cheese too!

You Are a Ham Sandwich

You are quiet, understated, and a great comfort to all of your friends. Over time, you have proven yourself as loyal and steadfast. And you are by no means boring. You do well in any situation - from fancy to laid back. Your best friend: The Turkey Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Grilled Cheese Sandwich

What Kind of Sandwich Are You?