Have you seen the new Gap commerical yet

Have you seen the new Gap commerical yet with Madonna and Missy Elliot? At the end, Madonna hits a funky yoga pose. That’s the tree pose, and I can do it too! And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the closest I will ever be to being Madonna. Well, since I gave up wearing jelly bracelets, slouched shirts, and ankle socks w/pumps back in the 80s, anyway.

Muireann hit level 55 yesterday afternoon. She’s at that level where she becomes very tedious to play.

I slept in the living room last night on the nap chair — the chair that sucks out your will to move. Amazingly, I woke up ontime. Max was most appreciative of the company in the living room, I’m sure.

Max/Misty relations are improving. We’ve been holding Max securely in the bedroom and letting him and Misty sniff each other at a pretty close proximity. No hissing or growling has occurred, so I’m optimistic that eventually things will work out. Misty will learn to ignore him like she’s learned to ignore the rest of us, and Max will see Misty as just another ‘thing’ walking around our house and nothing intriguing that he has to chase.

Charlie has ventured out from under the bed on occasion to eat, use the box, and stare at Max from a distance.

Mood: Slacker-esque…which doesn’t bode well for the..
Work docket: Online mall. Continue to enhance the Comm Guide database (tired of this project). Recipe updates.
Lunch plans: May run to Cherry Hill mall to get either a dog training book or a San Francisco guide book.
Afternoon: Stop at AAA on the way home to grab guidebooks for trip
Evening: Comcast is coming over between 4 and 8 pm to investigate why our cable connection’s fuzzy on the lower channels (2 – 26ish). The rep says this is related to why my Internet connection craps out for 10-15 seconds at a time, and sometimes dies altogether. Keep yer fingers crossed.

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My brother’s telephone number is xxx-9113. I just tried to call him, got my numbers messed up, and ended up calling 911. They just sent a cop out to make sure I was ok.

Going to hide now.

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snoozy dog

snoozy dogIt’s a very odd thing to be buying baby supplies when you don’t have a baby. I felt it when I bought the oral medication syringe for Max at Genuardi’s and I felt it again yesterday when I bought a baby gate for Max at Target. As I stood among the moms buying high-quality expensive items for little Kylar or Dakotuh, I had an urge to apologize. “Yes, it’s the cheapest gate here…but it’s for a dog, not a baby. Sorry to have intruded upon the world of babydom. Leaving now!”

That’s our new plan. We have the bedroom door open now, and the gate in the doorway. Cats are still in the bedroom willingly, but at least now they can see down the hallway, and can see the dog. Dog can’t get in to menace the cats, but he can stare at them as much as he wants. Gate is low enough for cats to leap if they need to get out, but too high for Max to clear if he wants to get in.

Max’s cough is much better. Yesterday he consummated his affair with the green dog-bed we bought for him. After witnessing that, I am scarred for life.

Wt: I hereby suspend my diet until September 6, 2003. At which time I will make the final charge toward 133. I probably won’t make it by October, but maybe by end of the year.
Mood: Excited about upcoming vacation
Work: Did static, hand, and dateline sections. Working on August’s Parenting Today. (Last issue…yay!) Will continue to finish community guide database.
Lunch: Unknown.
Afternoon: To the gym…I mean it!
Evening: Coffee&Coping with Mom and John at Starbuck’s at 7:00. We’ll hammer out final details for “California Adventure, Reloaded.”

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True phone call

True phone call (second in a continuing series) Here’s the first call

Kim: Online, this is Kim speaking.
Woman: Hello, my name is XXXX and my daughter is XX years old. I’d like to get her signed up for Daisies or Brownies and I was wondering if you had any information on how to get that done.
Kim: (mouth open, no words)
Woman: Hello?
Kim: Um…yes! Hello. I actually have no idea how to sign up your daughter for Brownies. Or Daisies. I guess I would call your county’s Girl Scout Council.
Woman: Like, in the phone book?
Kim: Yes. Use the phone book.
Woman: (peeved that I didn’t sign “Aymbyr-Caiytelyyne” up immediately and make her Girl Scout of the Year) Thank you. Good bye.

Wouldn’t that be your first instinct? To call the Girl Scouts? Why would you call the online department of a newspaper? Why?!?

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