Don’t watch this unless you are in a location where tearing up wouldn’t be frowned upon—seriously.

From Neatorama: Shelter dog Edie was schedule to be euthanized. She was fearful, aggressive, and hard to control. Then Bronwyne Mirkovich gave her another chance as he and Eldad Hagar recorded the process on video

A seriously cute video of dogs in slow motion, jumping for treats. Ridiculously adorable.

I found it on Boing Boing.

So normally I’m not a fan of sporting events, but the Olympics are another matter altogether… I love the Olympics. I will watch them non-stop, every sport, every game and enjoy every minute of it.

We just finished watching the US/Canada gold medal hockey game and now I am bummed. Good job Canada, but damn if I wasn’t completely sad looking at the faces of the US team. Dejection is the only word to describe it. Miller the goalkeeper was so good and yet the puck slipped in—and oh, his posture, so crushed.

Incidentally the announcers are all talking about how this will hopefully make hockey more popular nationwide, and I hate to burst their bubble, but I doubt it. It was awesome, certainly, but it was for a gold medal… in the Olympics. This shit only comes along every four years!

Was definitely an awesome couple of weeks. :)

“This is a stop-motion animated video that imagines baking cookies using Photoshop. It was made by Vimeo user Stafania, a recent graduate of the European Institute of Design in Milan.” – from Neatorama

Yesterday was the Chop’s 35th birthday—and now he claims to feel old. As in, downward slope to 40, no longer in his early 30s, OLD. I, of course, find that hilarious—partially because I haven’t hit 30 yet and partially because he looks like he hasn’t hit 30 yet. Damn good genes, I say.

I made poached eggs and grits, got him coffee from Starbucks and we watched movies all day until we went out to dinner—then we came home, watched another movie and ate cake. We’re crazy party people, I know. It’s sad, lol.

Five Guys is truly the best burger place that ever was or will be. I am not even close to kidding. If there is one near you, go, eat there and then thank me.

I don’t eat red meat. Not “mostly,” never. I never eat red meat. I just don’t have a taste for it and honestly it doesn’t occur to me most of the time to eat it.

However, when a Five Guys opened near our old house, when went to give it a try—the Chop is a burger lover—and I became a FG burger convert. I won’t eat them anywhere else, but FG makes them amazing somehow. The fries are super tasty, too. :D

Chop went there for lunch with a co-worker, and then I asked him to bring me some home after work… he’s pretty sure they think he’s crazy, lol.

I went in for an ultrasound this morning to “date” the baby. Apparently they weren’t impressed with my guesstimating my last period (seriously, do people really remember? maybe my brain is fucked up, because I never do), so they decided an ultrasound was in order.

And I’m at 7 weeks, 1 day. Which means five more weeks of being ill. Sigh.

More importantly that means I got knocked up on… Christmas freaking Eve. Yep. Santa brought us a baby!

February 3rd
Yesterday we found out that I’m pregnant. I had an inkling last week.. relatively constant nausea, total exhaustion and um, very sensitive boobs, lol. It looks like I’m about 7 weeks along—I go see a doctor next week and we’ll get a more firm answer—and my due date is September 17th.

Which means we’ll have a baby before our first anniversary lol, and a three month old at Christmas. And, oh yeah, I’ll be three and a half weeks pregnant on our honeymoon, lol.

So far it’s mainly the nausea and exhaustion that is doing me in. I’m already on prenatal vitamins, too, which are huge and NOT gel capped—wtf, hi, ill over here?!

No major cravings, I’m just eating a lot of oranges.

This weekend a very cute cat came to visit. :) And she shouldn’t move back to the UK because a) she makes super yummy cupcakes and b) she’s just too much fun to lose to those stodgy Brits! lol

And oh man, Lost started last night and holy crap I’m still reeling from that one. Two hours and I’m far more confused than I was at the end of last year. And I was pretty confused last year, too.

This is the first time since I moved to this coast that I’ve had a boss that I actually respect and admire, and it’s a different experience for me.

My boss gets in before most everyone and is undoubtedly the last to leave. She works weekends, she works from home and she’s run this company for over two decades. She doesn’t ask her staff to do anything she wouldn’t do herself and damn if she isn’t smarter than all of us, with a Master’s and a PhD and did I mention she graduated with those concurrently? At 24? Yeah. She got into business young, then got married, got fired for being pregnant (ha, she showed them) and started running her dad’s company. Now she’s raised four kids, three of whom work for her, and she’s running one of the most successful businesses in the area with a staff of 150 and contracts easily totaling over 15 million a year.

Every day she allows herself four cigarettes… six if it’s a particularly draining day. And you can always tell what kind of a day it is by which cigarettes are missing—she places them strategically on shelves and power boxes on the way out the door. If they’re all gone by 2PM, it’s a bad day; if there’s one still on the apple shelf, it’s a good day.

I find it endearing.