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| Some completely random pictures in lieu of being unattentive to my faithful readers. 
My current foster baby...if only my husband wasn't such an ogre I could keep her. But she is going to her new family this weekend. She was abandoned in a cardboard box outside the adoption agency I volunteer for and has been staying at my apartment for the last couple of weeks looking for a home. 
A cute pic of my dog, Lucy, and I. 
We went hiking today in central washington and Lucy got to try out her new backpack. 
Lucy and 'Bella' sharing Lucy's prized pillow. 
Some really pretty flowers that looked like the stephanotis I had in my bouquet that we saw on our hike. | | |
| Hello all...I have not fallen off the face of the earth, just cyberearth. Life has been trucking along for the last little while complete with fostering puppies, working with PhD scientists who I think faked their degrees, and waiting for the US government to decide my husband is not a terrorist. I will be home for Memorial Day so all interested 'coffee-outing' individuals need apply ASAP. | | |
| The only other time I've ever been in the paper was when I was in tee-ball in grade 1 living in Steinbach Manitoba, aka the armpit of Canada. Anyways, it is in the Tri-City Herald so none of my 'faithful-few readers' will be able to see it, unless of course they take the intitative and invite me out for coffee when I come home for Christmas. (hint, hint, nudge, nudge). Lucy is my black dog and faithful companion, by the way. | | |
| Ever have one of those moments when you worry incessantly about something (say, like for example, making up a stock concentration 10 x too high a year ago and hoping nobody would find out about it, say like your boss, and then they do cuz you had to re-work the samples for another reason and they came back 10 x lower than the first time) and then it turns out to be really a whole load of nothing? Ya, well, I was worried all last night feeling like the biggest 'motard' in the world, only to get a "yay, the numbers finally make sense" from my boss this morning. Worrying accomplishes a whole lot of nothing...especially when your job is to 'conquer the forces of chaos' which, by the way, were already conquered in the Garden. | | |
| To a bigger apartment in the hopes that one day my husband will move to the same country with me, live me, and eat all my food and take up all my space. I have to confess it was kind of nice being able to move without having to care what he thought about where I put stuff. Perhaps there really is a silver lining to every cloud. And yes, I have the same phone number. | | |
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