Merry Almost Christmakah!

I'm sure by now most of you (well, the only one person I know who reads this blog) are sick to death of seeing that freakish big headed creature's picture, so I'm putting it out of it's misery.

I'm officially done my shopping and proud of myself that I didn't spend too much money! I'm not sure if I'll have time to actually enjoy the holiday season, since I'll only have Christmas Day and Boxing Day off. I work on Christmas Eve in the afternoon, but I'm going to have some nog with my friend and co-worker Jen at her house after we finish. Then I'm off to pick up my Quincy and head off to mom's house for the evening.

Quincy knows he's getting something yummy since he keeps staring at the closet. All my un-wrapped presents are in there. Akkk, I have to wrap them. Life would be less fun for others but so much easier for me if wrapping were outlawed.

I'm the worst wrapper ever! My friend Lorena is a pro. Her edges are perfect and she makes her own bows and ribbons. Martha Stewart has nothing on this gal.

Me, well, my corners are crooked and bunchy, and sometimes ripped. Tape is my salvation. Is there a course I can take????

Bratz Hell

On Friday, I spent an interesting couple of hours toodling around Chinook Mall in search of a Bratz doll on my god-daughter's Christmas list. Photo courtesy of the Sears website...(P.S. Sears don't sue me, I have no money!)

I have to admit, I'm a Barbie Girl..no, stop singing the damned song...I prefer them over these big headed, freakishly small bodied, overly made up creatures. But since I'm old and not in the "now", I should refrain from saying too much.

So here I am, looking at the Bay first off. Wall to wall Bratzitude! So many to choose from and all on sale, which me already being in hell was certainly enough to make this excursion at least bearable. So she wants "Diamonds Forever Sheridan". No luck here. They had all the other characters except this one. Did you know this particular doll is really really pricey? Of course you didn't, it's not like you shop for these in your everyday life...but I'm digressing here...

Anyways, I checked out two other stores before going back to the Bay, since their selection was far superior to the other stores.

I wandered, back and forth, trying to reconcile buying her one of these odd dolls. I padded over to the Barbies and briefly considered getting a Fashion Fever doll for her, but the ones they had were fairly plain, and one even had really twisty squished eyes...like her poor head got jammed in the stamper or something. Back to the Bratz wall. Seriously, they were piled from floor to ceiling...Punk rock, Hollywood, Glitter, Rock Star, Cowboy, Orange or Green legged...whatever...I have no idea...

I found one on sale though, and although the size of her noggin is rather jarring, she did have cute accessories and a dog! I know it's not the one she really really wanted, but I figured this one would appeal to her. I also found some other associated goodies to include in her stocking to go with.

Side note...did you know that this doll's shoes ARE her feet? You take off her shoes and she's left with these little stumps!

Quincy says HI! He's snoring up a storm on the couch right now, wiggling in his dreams, which is something I should be doing right about now..well except for the wiggling part.

Especially for Shelley, who wanted more pics of the Q-Man! I'll post more for you once I remember to bring my photo album home from work.

Here's me at 5 months before my very first haircut. Has it been that long now? I'm 6.5 years old now, but I'm still a big spaz!

Music Binge

I sometimes tend to go weeks without buying new music, and then all of a sudden, the floodgates open and my wallet is laid bare on the counter...screaming about bills that need to be paid. But I have paid all my bills I say...then I suffer the irrational guilt..My wallet then laughs at me..hahaha!!!

Why do I do this to myself? Because I'm sure I'm off my rocker and so afraid of spending a dime on myself without the major guilt trip. Music is my passion. I should have been a singer or something..but I can't read a lick of music. I sing in the shower and sometimes at work, much to the shagrin of my co-workers.

But here, my tangent is getting away from me..and from the real reason for my post tonight.

I have gone on a music buying spree..okay a spree for me!

Bought Chantal Kreviazuk's newest..Ghost Stories. BRILLIANT!! I love her! This one is even better than my favorite "Color Moving and Still". I didn't care too much for her previous recording "What if it all means something", it was a bit too commercial pop for me. This one though, is fantastic!

Bought KT Tunstall's newest as well...Eye to the Telescope. This one is cool too. If you like bluesy strong vocals, you will like this one too. Saw her on Saturday night on "Soundstage" on PBS. She's awesome live. I'll have to go if she ever comes here to play.

Also, pre-ordered the Barnes & Noble special edition of "The Piano". No, not the movie..the new TORI AMOS BOX SET!!!! I can hardly contain my excitement over this one! This is the only provider who is offering the 6 CD Set as opposed to a 5 CD Set. Wheeee! It may not be "new" Tori, but apparently it has lots of B-Sides and unreleased material on it..so it's kindof new stuff. Hopefully this will tide me and countless other fans of hers until her next album of all new material. I liked The Beekeeper, but I didn't love it. I hardly listen to it. But, if you were lucky enough to pick up the limited edition of this, the song Garlands...ah...what an amazing piece. It was worth the 25 dollars I spent on it for that one song..

Superdog is sleeping as I'm listening to Chantal. I think he likes it too.

Quick Update

I realized I hadn't updated my blog for such a long time that I think some people (well, the only person I know who reads this on a regular basis..thanks Shell!) think I may have fallen off the face of the earth.

I'm good, Q-man is good. It's all good..more updates to follow!

Wonderful Weekend

Not too much new to say, however a big HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my friend Sav! She's now old like me! Come to think about it, this year marks 31 years of knowing each other. A fossil dated friendship..the best kind!

Finally got around to shaving Quincy on Saturday, and he's so much more cuddly now. I suppose having all that hair on you makes you both hot and not able to feel the rubs the way you would like. Now, he's practically begging me to rub and snuggle him. And he's not sleeping in the bathroom anymore either. This is a picture of him taking a nap on his Grraaaama's lap.

Gee, you know if anyone just stumbled upon this site, and didn't know I was speaking about a dog, this could be construed as a little riske!

Sometimes the internet is so WEIRD!

You know, the internet can be a scary place. Lots of undesireable sites, and the like. But sometimes when you are REALLY REALLY bored, you stumble upon the weirdest shit. Check out the following:

http://shop.kissochbajs.com/default.asp?lang=uk

This made me laugh so hard I almost peed my pants. Scared Quincy too.

BTW, for all those of you who were wondering, Quincy is fine! He had a bit of a proceedure done on Friday to get his teeth cleaned. Now they are so pearly white and sparkling, but I will spare you the picture. The internet is weird enough without a picture of "Peekieboo's" mouth..

Stampede Superdog!

Okay, I know Stampede is over now, but I had to show off what I bought Quincy! It's a super cool bandana! He is a Superdog, not an official member of this group, only in my mind and the minds of his friends.

I saw the Superdogs show when I went down to the "grounds" last Friday afternoon. Our office allows us to have a half day off to partake in Stampede festivities, so Friday was my day.

I'm thinking that maybe I should have put him in this kind of program, he would have had fun. However, I cannot get over their cheesy, effeminate MC. Each year I cringe at his over the top delivery and hope that this year is his last. I do enjoy the show despite him though. Those dogs are so talented.

A few years ago, actually when Quincy was just over 1 years old, I tried to enroll him in the PALS program. They do awesome work, and I'm not slagging them in any way, but the woman who interviewed us kept telling me that mutts are not as smart as purebreds. Needless to say we were turned down. Now anyone who knows Quincy would know that he would have been perfect for this. But, he found a different way to make people smile. I walk him and people know him, but not me. They always yell out "Hi Quincy!" I don't get a greeting at all which I think is cool!

A big pbttthhhh!!!!!! to the woman who told me Quincy was not suitable for the program. You have no idea what you are missing!

Extreme close up!
I think I will clip my dog this long weekend, he's starting to get kindof shaggy.

This picture was from his last "before clip" back in March, but his fur is getting long again.

Mmm, a shave! How utterly exciting! Less exciting it is for Quincy who pretty much only tolerates the whole procedure. My co-workers laugh at me each time I tell them I have a naked boy at home. God, I wish..well, maybe not. But, a pool boy would be a nice addition for a couple of days. Unfortunately, he would have to share the bed (if there happens to be room - Quincy's a bit of a bed hog). Wait, I got off on a tangent didn't I..sorry about that.

Anyways, back to the mundane task of clipping my dog. I do a pretty good job usually, except for last time he was PRETTY NAKED. The plastic head you clip OVER the actual clipper broke off so I went commando on him and clipped him without it. He wasn't totally naked, but pretty damned near close.

I decided to do this myself from now on as it was getting pretty expensive to have him clipped every three months...55 dollars each time! And, to top it all off, because he is so very needy (but this is all part of his charm) I can't very well leave him at the groomers..god forbid he would freak out and cry and cry and cry....and cry (yes, he has me whipped pretty bad). So, I used to get a mobile groomer to come to my house and do it. I didn't appreciate the fact that she insisted to bring her own smelly dog (yeah, a GROOMER, having a smelly dog, go figure) into my house too. I love dogs, but this thing - a yorkshire terrier/rat cross was just plain icky. I watched her, and because Quincy got used to it, I tried myself.

My first attempt, was an experience to say the least. I have to give Quinceman credit though, he tolerated the whole thing rather well. I could just hear him thinking, "Are you done yet, are you done yet, can we get a pool mom, are you done yet??". So, imagine if you will, a show poodle, clipped to it's highest ridiculousness, and Quincy, all patchy in places and too short in others. A show clip poodle on acid. I'm sure that while he was out with his Grraaamma walking, all the other dogs in the neighbourhood were snickering, saying "Man, jeez, did your owner pay for that clip or did she attack you with a weed whacker?"

Thankfully I've gotten better over time. Since it's been pretty hot here, I'm going to clip him. I will have to be careful as I still have no plastic clipper thingameboober and if I'm not careful, my poor deary little Quincy will become my little Quincy deer.
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Hi Everyone, Quincy here.

I managed to convince my mom that she needed to type something from me occasionally too. She's better at typing than me, so I'm just dictating. I tried typing but I can't figure out which toe to put on which key. And mom doesn't like it when I drool on the keyboard.

Ah, here I am at our city's 2006 SPCA Dog Jog this past weekend. Mom's co-workers and friends helped us raise $340 dollars for our local Humane Society! It was sure hot, but I managed to find some shady spots to stretch out in. I love to roll in the grass and I especially like the cool grass on my tummy..See my cool bandana? A nice lady at a dog food booth gave it to me! I had fun and there were a whole lot of dogs there! I even got a goodie bag with cookies, a new collar, a book, and a new portable travel bowl! I'm so lucky!

Welcome to "Loves a superdog!"

A good friend suggested I try this whole "Blogger" thing. So here goes. Yes, I love a dog. Actually rather obsessed with him. He's cute, fluffy and hilarious. Get me talking about my dog and I'll ramble on for hours. The tendency of people getting a glazed look on their faces during my rambles happens, but rarely. My co-workers love him, and he's the darling of the neighbourhood.

He is Quincy, aka "Mr. Squishy Pants". I'll go into that nickname later.

He makes me laugh, but he is the NEEDIEST dog I have ever known. I had to kennel train him as he suffers a bit from separation anxiety. He cries when I leave and it breaks my heart every time. But if I didn't kennel him he would literally EAT my walls. He's been known to do it! He is lucky as he's never alone for more than 3 hours as his intrepid Grrraaamma takes him out for walks every day.

How can you not LOVE that face?