People Watching

I love to people watch. I don't like people to watch me though... The best place to watch people is the airport. Of course the best place inside the airport is at the gates, but now adays you can't go to the gates unless you have a ticket. I was picking up my sister on Thursday night (btw she has finally given me her alias, she'll be known as Rogue) at DFW. So I get there early and wait in the baggage claim area and watch people.

There was this one guy who walked by me a couple of times. He was wearing a suit and had an id on his jacket. At first I kind of thought maybe he worked at the airport but as I kept watching him I knew he didn't. I noticed he had HUGE feet. Kind of like he had clown shoes on. And he walked like one.

When I first got there I was standing kind of close to the restrooms to make a few phone calls. I didn't want to be one of those people who sits in the chairs with everyone else and have them listen to my phone conversation. Well as I was standing there I noticed a woman go in. Then a few seconds I see her come out real quick and give a "oops" look and go back in. See the men's and women's are right next to each other and hard at quick glance to realize there are two there. So she had gone into the men's and walked out quickly when she realized it. I bet she was hoping noone noticed. hee hee I noticed and smiled to myself.

I saw this poor woman with her baby in a baby carrying thing (sorry no kids so don't know the formal name) try to come into the baggage claim area from the gate area. She went the wrong way in the turning doors and set the alarm off.

I highly enjoyed seeing all the men in their suits with their bluetooths on looking all important. Of course I'm being sarcastic here... See Pet Peeve - Can You Hear Me Now?

One lady was walking around in her cute little spaghetti strapped top and you could tell she was cold. But we wouldn't want to actually put that jacket on that she was carrying... it wouldn't have looked as cute I'm sure.

I notice a group of friends and family starting to form near the exit doors. I noticed one was caring a sign so assumed they were waiting for a soldier. More and more people came and I kept hoping that I would get to see thier arrival before Rogue came.

Rogue arrived and we stood and both watched the group still waiting on the soldier. I noticed the guy with the big feet was evidently a driver there to pick up someone. He was carrying one of those signs with someone's name on it. I pointed him out to my sister. Rogue's baggage came and we went to the car. Soldier still didn't arrive.

My car was down just a little bit and we were putting her stuff in my trunk when I noticed that huge crowd running down to another airport enterance. I pointed it out to Rogue and mentioned they must have been waiting at the wrong baggage claim area. It was funny and sad at the same time. Poor soldier was probably thinking there was noone there to greet them.

~ Wolf Lover Girl

Just Dirty

It’s been awhile since I’ve had a post regarding the famous M&M and her adventures.

Just to brag, here’s another picture of my pretty girl… mischievous as she is!


Well yesterday DFW was hit with a huge storm that just DUMPED tons of rain. Not that I’m complaining I haven’t had to water my yard yet this spring. M&M was outside (as she is everyday now) and I guess she decided she wanted to leave and seek shelter (I keep telling Mr. M we need to get her a dog house if for anything when it rains, it’s still a battle). So I got a call from PetSmart because someone found her and luckily she has that chip we had put in her.

So I come home and get the leash and then go get her. She’s only 2 houses down and he was keeping her in his garage out of the rain. Very nice guy. Showed me his dog so if it ever got out I would know who it belonged to.

I get home and with umbrella in hand I walk the fence to try and discover how she got out. I couldn’t find anything!!! This dog must have jumped over the fence or beamed through it. Hee hee.

Well this morning as I go to work I let her out like I do now because I can’t find anything. Mr. M tells me at lunch that I shouldn’t have and hopefully we have a dog when we get home.

So I get home tonight…. And we still have a dog!! And boy is she DIRTY!!! It seems she has been in and out of the yard today. Found the hole under the gate, and of course since it was raining yesterday she crawled through mud not dirt! Did I mention she’s dirty? It made me laugh how dirty she was.

Mr. M is working late tonight so I had the pleasure of washing her by myself. I’m not sure if I’ve ever mentioned this but M&M hates water!! Weird dog. So I had a nice little “workout” in keeping her in the tub to do this. I was going to take her collar off so I could get under it but I had to leave it on so I could have something to hold on to. Luckily I have some knee pads (you can get them in the gardening section, good for when you wash the toilet as well, Mr M thinks they would be good for something else… no comment hee hee) The hardest part was washing off the soap (oh did I mention all I have is cat soap HA HA) because it’s underneath her and I don’t have one of those hoses so I have to use a cup and try and use my hands… I’m tired.

So of course before I started I had to take a few pictures. I don’t know if these actually do it justice or not… The bone she has was given to her a couple of weeks ago. She can hardly carry the thing around.

Pet Peeve (and just disgusting) - Women's Restroom

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before or not, but it happened again this morning so I have to say something about it.

Women.... if you are afraid of putting your *ss down on the toilet seat then use the little sheets of "protection" they provide for you... and then make sure it flushes down the toilet. Otherwise dangling above the seat is not recommended. AND if you decide to do this and you've "marked" the seat with your piss then CLEAN IT UP!!!! I shouldn't have to clean it up (and I don't I go to another stall). Obviously you're so concerned with getting germs that you've created new ones for everyone else who comes in. Thanks!

Just disgusting... bad enough I have to deal with men pissing on a toilet seat (okay not in the ladies room) but having to deal with you too?

~ Wolf Lover Girl

Marriage Jokes

My friend sent these to me and I had to share. I thought them funny since I just celebrated my 1st year anniversary! :-)

Joke #1
Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady, and after the wedding, he laid down the following rules: "I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want -- and I don't expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on the table unless I tell you that I won't be home for dinner. I'll go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing when I want with my old buddies, and don't you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules. Any comments?"
His new bride said: "No, that's fine with me. Just understand that there will be sex
here at seven o'clock every night...whether you're here or not."
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Joke #2
Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th wedding anniversary! The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, 'Here Lies My Wife -- Cold As Ever'!"
"Yeah?" she replies. "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone that reads, 'Here Lies My Husband -- Stiff At Last'!"

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Joke #3
Husband (a doctor) and his wife are having a fight at the breakfast table.
Husband gets up in a rage and says, "And you are no good in bed either," and storms out of the house.
After some time he realizes he was nasty and decides to make amends and rings her up. She comes to the phone after many rings, and the irritated husband says, "What took you so long to answer to the phone?"
She says, "I was in bed." "In bed this early, doing what?" "Getting a second opinion!"

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Joke #4
A man has six children and is very proud of his achievement.

He is so proud of himself, that he starts calling his wife," Mother of Six" in spite of her objections.
One night, they go to a party. The man decides that it IS time to go home and wants to find out if his wife is ready to leave as well. He shouts at the top of his voice, "Shall we go home Mother of Six?"
His wife, irritated by her husband's lack of discretion, shouts right back, "Any time you're ready, Father of Four."

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And this one is my favorite, it made me crack up out loud - it's called "The Silent Treatment"

A man and his wife were having some problems at home and were giving each other the silent treatment.

Suddenly the man realized that the next day he would need his wife to wake him at 5:00 AM for an early morning business flight.

Not wanting to be the first to break the silence (and LOSE), he wrote on a piece of paper,"Please wake me at 5:00 AM." He left it where he knew she would find it.

The next morning the man woke up, only to discover it was 9:00 AM and he had missed his flight.

Furious, he was about to go to see why his wife hadn't wakened him when he noticed a piece of paper by the bed. The paper said, "It is 5:00 AM. Wake up."

Men are not equipped for these kinds of contests.

Story of a Virginia Tech Survivor

I found this article from MSNBC.com. If you hadn't read it yet it's just amazing how anyone survived. Hopefully this will be my last post on this subject.

'I Saw Bullet Holes Coming Through the Door'
He almost cut French class. But Colin Goddard made the fateful decision to attend that Monday morning—and wound up full of bullets. One student in Cho's path.

web exclusive
By Daren Briscoe
Newsweek
Updated: 3:51 p.m. CT April 19, 2007

April 18, 2007 - Monday began normally enough for Colin Goddard, a 21-year-old international studies student in his fourth year at Virginia Tech. His first class was French, at 9:05 a.m., in 211 Norris Hall, but Goddard was running a little late because he'd picked up a classmate who was having car problems. After toying with the idea of cutting class that day, the two of them decided to go. There were about 17 students enrolled in the course, many of them International Studies majors fulfilling their language requirements. Many had taken a lower-level French course together the previous semester.

As they entered the room, they heard a series of loud bangs that sounded like they were coming from the hallway, or maybe from the class next door. "Please tell me that's not what I think it is," the teacher, Madame Jocelyne Couture-Nowak, said to the class. "We told her it was no big deal," Goddard told NEWSWEEK. "There has been a lot of construction going on at Norris. People were complaining about it all semester, and it sounded like it could have been a hammer." Couture was concerned enough to open the class door and peek out into the hallway. "She immediately shut the door—she had this terrified look on her face—and she said 'Call 911,'" Goddard said.

Goddard pulled out his cell phone, dialed 911 himself, and with the operator on the line, began trying to explain the situation and where he was calling from. The operator was having trouble understanding Goddard and kept repeating the wrong location back to him. At the same time, other students were trying to barricade the classroom door that for some reason wouldn't or couldn't lock. "After that, I saw bullet holes start coming through the door," Goddard said. "It looked like he was trying to shoot the lock out. When he started firing at the door, I hit the floor."

After a few seconds, Cho came into the room. Goddard, his view of the classroom door partly obstructed by a desk, got his first glimpse of the killer. "He had on boots, dark pants and a white shirt. All of the students were on the ground, and he just started walking down the rows of desks, shooting people multiple times. He didn't say anything. He didn't demand anything. He was just shooting." The 911 operator was still on the phone, and Goddard, not wanting to draw attention to himself, dropped it to the floor. A girl named Heidi picked it up, begging the police to hurry. But it was too late, and Cho turned toward them. "I think he heard the police on the phone," Goddard said. "He shot some people near me, he shot the girl across from me in the back. Then I felt a very forceful rush of air and a pinch or a sting in my leg." Goddard felt himself flinch when the bullet hit him, but he did his best to stay still, to play dead. "Nobody tried to get up and be a hero," he said. Then the shooting stopped.

Goddard resisted the urge to move or try to look around. "I thought he was still in the room." Soon the gunshots started again, back out in the hallway; other sounds in the classroom were now audible. A few students were calling out to each other, Goddard said. He heard the voice of the 911 operator, still squawking into his cell phone, and saw Christina, the girl who had been shot in the back. A male student on the floor near him was making a low, constant gurgling sound. "We were just lying on the floor" for what Goddard estimates as 10 to 15 minutes. He heard more gunshots outside. Then, sirens. And shouts.

Suddenly, the classroom door burst open again. The killer was back. "He came back in and started going around the room again, shooting people." Up one aisle and down another, Cho moved through the room, repeating the path he had taken the first time. When the killer reached Goddard, he felt two more bullets punch into his body, one in the shoulder, and one in his buttocks. "My chest and torso were kind of underneath a desk, that's why I think I got shot in my extremities," he told NEWSWEEK.

Goddard heard a few more shots. Then another. Then the shooting stopped again. Goddard was lying on his stomach, and didn't move. He thought the shooter was still in the room, waiting for someone to move. Then he saw a girl near him sit up and start looking around. There was a banging noise at the door, and shouts: it was the police, trying to push their way into the room. It sounded to Goddard as if there were something blocking the door, but the police forced their way in. Almost immediately Goddard said he heard one of them shout, "The shooter is down! The shooter is black!" The police fanned into the room, checking victims and shouting out color codes, depending on how badly they were injured. "I was a yellow level. There were a few green, a few red, and a few black. I assume black means dead," Goddard told NEWSWEEK. [Among the casualties: Goddard's teacher, Madame Couture-Nowak.] He was dragged out into the hallway with two other students, then onto a grassy knoll outside of Norris Hall. His clothes were cut off as paramedics looked for his wounds. He lay like that, freezing, for five minutes or so before someone covered him with some blankets. Soon after, Goddard was transported to New River Valley Medical Center. He'd been shot three times, in the shoulder, thigh and buttock. Surgeons would place a rod in his leg on Wednesday morning [he's now out of surgery] to support his fractured femur. "I just wonder why he decided to do what he did," Goddard told NEWSWEEK from his hospital bed.

Shortly after he got to the hospital, Colin called his mother, Anne Goddard, in Richmond. The family had moved from Atlanta two months ago so that she could take a job as president and CEO of the Christian Children's Fund. Colin couldn't remember her new cell phone number, only where she worked, so the hospital called the Children's Fund to reach her. She was at her first board meeting in Richmond on Monday morning when the shooting began. "We went on a lunch break, and someone told me there was a phone call from my son. Usually when he calls me, it's because he got a good grade, so I thought it was good news. But the receptionist didn't look happy, and as I was on the phone, the secretary handed me a printout about the shootings at Virginia Tech," Anne Goddard told NEWSWEEK. "Colin said he had been shot. He thought it was twice. He didn't say much else, just 'Come.'" She drove home immediately to pick up her husband, Andrew; the two then went to the high school of the family's daughter, Emma, to pick her up. Blacksburg is on the other side of the state from Richmond, but when Goddard took the call from her son, "the board members were all there, and one of them made his private jet available to fly us straight to Virginia Tech's airport. We were in the air by 1:30 and here [Blacksburg] by 2:15," Goddard's mother said.

Already traumatized by news of the shooting, Anne, Andrew and Emma had to endure a harrowing flight in a twin-engine executive jet being buffeted by 40-knot winds. "It was the scariest ride of my life," Anne said. Her daughter tried to calm her by getting Anne to sing along with "99 bottles of Beer." The family had little information about the shootings. Andrew had heard reports about a multiple shooting in the engineering building and they knew Colin had been wounded, but they got no updates while the plane was in the air. When they landed at Tech's airfield, they were intercepted on the tarmac by a police official. "He said, 'Don't be frightened by all of the police you're going to see,' Anne told NEWSWEEK. "That's when I realized how big [of a massacre] it must be."

They were driven straight to the hospital and taken to see Colin. Andrew, a former aid worker in Africa, had seen gunshot victims before, and tried to prepare Anne and Emma for the sight of Colin looking pale from the loss of blood. But Colin had had a reaction to a dye he'd been injected with for X-rays; he was beet red. He was also surprisingly animated, which his mother attributes to adrenaline. Colin had five open wounds, two from shots with both entrance and exit wounds [right shoulder and left thigh/leg] and one with no exit wound [right buttock]. Goddard says the family has received hundreds of e-mails and offers of support from all over the world. She's overjoyed that he's alive and expected to make a full recovery. But that doesn't mean she's happy about all his revelations—especially the fact that he was thinking about cutting French class that morning. "Even though he got shot, I'm glad he didn't because he shouldn't be cutting class," she says.

What do you remember?

Tried as I could on Monday to stay away from the news it's very hard to not read everything I can about what happened and what the thought process was of that crazy kid. Unfortunately this will be added to our list of tragedies we will soon never forget. And as I thought that I sat and thought of all the other tragedies that have happened during my lifetime.

People often talk about "do you remember where you where or what you were doing when..." JFK was shot, or Pearl Harbor happened. I was too young for those but there has been plenty since. So here is my list of things I remember in no particular order...

The Challenger Explosion: I remember being in school. And I remember being mad at the teacher who won the opportunity to go to space because one of my favorite teachers, Ms. Henderson I believe was her name, tried out and didn't make it. Then the explosion happened and I remember thinking selfishly that I was now glad my teacher didn't make it. I was young and didn't really think of everyone else that was in that explosion or thier families.

From one space shuttle explosion to another. I don't remember the name of the shuttle, sad huh? But it's the one from a few years ago that exploded upon re-entry into the Earth's atmosphere. I was still in bed, I don't think I even know they were coming back. How often do they go up and down now that we don't really know about? Well I received a phone call to let me know. I remember watching the news of all the idiots in the area out picking up the pieces instead of contacting the authorities. I do remember watching the funeral they had for those on board, I understood this time.

Columbine: I was getting my oil changed and sitting in their little area reading some magazine. They had a tv that was playing whatever, then the news break came on and they were showing images of these kids jumping out of windows and running out of doors with their hands up while the police escorted them to safety. I'm thinking to myself, "at a school?" As the days went I was glad that I was no longer in school. I was glad that my sister would soon be out. What a crazy world we live in today.

The death of Princess Diana: I'm a huge fan and so to me this was a tragedy. I was sitting in my apartment watching tv when the news broke. I immediatly called my mom and asked her if she was watching tv, she was. I had to clarify, "are you watching a local station?" She was watching one of her British Mysteries (kind of ironic huh?) So I tell her Princess Diana is dead, turn to a local station and I hung up. Now I believe anyone in the spotlight is fair game to the shutterbugs. It irrititates me when celebrities cry about this, they (most of them) asked for the spotlight. I do not agree with them (media) being idiots to get what they want. There should be a little distance between them and the celebrity, especially if they have their kids with them.

OKC Bombing: All I kept thinking was all those kids. I'm not a political person, but thankfully that crazy man got the needle!

Branch Davidian stand-off: I remember this because I had just started working at my current job (April, 1993) when this was happening. The stand-off started before I was hired, I was hired and it was still at a stand-off... and then the fire! I was on break and in our break room watching tv and they were showing it live. I was the only one in there and I'm thinking to myself, "what the hell?" And then later to find out about all the children still in there when it went down in flames. I remember this incident every anniversary at my job (just celebrated 14 years).

Hurricane Katrina: I remember not being able to eat for several days after Katrina. I kept thinking of all those poor people stuck on thier houses etc that had no food. How could I sit and eat when they can't? I also remember the stories of people having to leave their pets behind because they wouldn't allow them in helicopters and stuff. And thinking that there was NO way I would leave mine. I'd find out some way for us to either survive or escape. But they are my babies...

September 11, 2001: I will never... ever... ever forget this day. I'm starting to tear up now just thinking about it. Sigh. I was wearing a brand new outfit. Gray-ish/silverish top, Long black skirt, black boots. I thought I was looking cute. One of the ladies at my job made a comment to me, "what, are you going to a funeral?" Interesting words considering what happened later that day. I was teaching my first class at my envelope stuffing company and today was the first day they were going to the floor to begin their stuffing. I stayed behind in the classroom because a few had to finish a test. The training room is right near the break room is and all of a sudden the tv was SO loud. I went out to tell whomever to turn it down. There was this huge crowd in there gathered around the tv, as a matter of fact they had brought another tv in there so all could watch. I ask someone in there what's going on and they tell me a plane has hit the World Trade Center. I'm thinking, okay what's the big deal? I figured it was one of those small little propeller planes and wonder to myself how the hell they couldn't see that huge building and avoid it? I go back in my room. It gets loud again and I go back out and the 2nd plane has hit. It took awhile before I got all the facts about what type of planes etc. To say the least I was in shock. One of the ladies in my class had very close relatives who evidently work in the 1st response units who go into catastrophes there in NYC. I tell her she can go home if she would like, I would understand. She stays as there's nothing she can do but wait and see. I don't know what ever happened to that person. Remember the lady who asked if I was going to a funeral? She grew up in the area, ironic huh? I remember going home that day and immediately putting out my flag. I went and sat out on a hill outside my apartment and looking at the sky realizing there was not one plane in the sky. This the Dallas metroplex, I can count up to 15 planes at one given time up there. I've watched the movies, not in the theater because I just bawl. I've even watched one of those conspiracy shows and some of it does make me wonder. I will never forget!

I'm sure there are many others within my lifetime but I shall stop now. To all of those at Virginia Tech... heartfelt sorrow and well wishes for some kind of closure.

~ Wolf Lover Girl

One Year Anniversary

It has been one year as of yesterday, April 15th, that Mr. M and I have been married! And well since I didn't have this blog before the wedding I'll share the wonderful wedding details now for your reading enjoyment! :-) I know I probably have all of 3 who visit my blog and all of you were at my wedding... oh well.

Okay, I was a bit undecided about how I wanted the wedding to go. Deep down inside I wanted the "big" wedding at a nice big church with big windows and lots of flowers and a huge reception with lots of food, drinks and great dancing... you know stuff you see in the movies when you're growing up or watch on those celebrity wedding shows because they can actually afford it. Mr. M wanted to do the Vegas thing but I was not enthused about this because I knew that it would be hard for my mom, sister, brother and his family to make it.

So we finally decided on the Vegas thing. After doing research and looking a places to have a wedding and stuff it was decided that it's cheaper to do it in Vegas. Scary huh?

Let me back up just a little before I get into the actual wedding. :-) About a week or so before my friends threw me a shower. Now I "really" don't like those things. I hate going to them because of all the stupid games and such. But of course you "have to have one so you can get all the gifts!" Okay the gifts I like. :-) So we had dinner at la Madeleine (yummy!) Started with some delightful desserts and then some yummy food. And there was one game. But it was actually very cool and fun! The husband of one of the ladies who helped throw the party (he, by the way was Mr. M's Best Man) came up with the game. Since we were going to Vegas it was a card game. He put pre-selected cards into sealed envelopes. Who ever had the best hand won! Simple and fun!

Okay so the wedding weekend. We flew to Vegas very early Friday morning. It was actually very cool because most of our friends and family from the Dallas area were on the same flight! Oh and ladies any of you going to Vegas and taking your dress.... When you call the airline and they say there is a small closet you can put it in… don’t believe them! Now some flights might have one but mine didn’t. When I asked to put my dress in a closet they said they didn’t have one but you can fold it and put it in the overhead. Yep, that’s right ladies… you’ll be folding your dress and putting it in the overhead!

So we get to Vegas, get to our hotel, put our stuff in my best friends room because ours isn’t ready. Everyone splits up and goes their own way. Some taking naps others enjoying the freedom of walking around Vegas. Mr. M and I went immediately to get our marriage license. Good thing we did when we left the line was around the building!

We got back to the strip (we stayed at the Las Vegas Paris – beautiful hotel). We met up with some of our friends to eat at one of those famous all-you-can-eat buffets. To tell you the truth by this time I was exhausted and starting to get nervous so I didn’t enjoy it one bit.

After lunch I went up to the room to lay down for a little while Mr. M went to the bar with a few friends. Family started to arrive (most stayed in the same hotel) and I kept getting phone calls on my cell asking where I was. So went to join everyone at the bar.

As the evening went Mr. M and his guys went to do the “last night” out thing. (Let me tell you I was a bit not happy about this… it is the night before our wedding after all and I know he can get a bit toasted!) My mom and sister went to watch Cirque de Soleil’s O at the Bellagio. My best friend and I walked the strip and visited several hotels and played a little of the games. Finally we were tired and retired for the night. (Mr. M and I slept in separate rooms).

Oh, did I mention this is the first time to Vegas for Mr. M and I? Plus my best friend and my mom.

Okay so wedding day. Oh and if you’re wondering how did we choose April 15th? It was just a free Saturday. We didn’t realize until a few weeks after we chose the date that it was tax day. But I guess it will make it easy for us to remember right?

So my bf and I got up and showered. We ordered some breakfast through room service. One of the cool things about getting married in Vegas is that there are many hair and make-up services that come to you instead of you going to them! Perfect!! So I purchased hair and make-up for me, my bf, sister and mom! It was great! The lady who I used is named Debbie from Bella Salon and she was great. I had been looking at all sorts of pictures trying to decide how I wanted it but just couldn’t find anything. She made a few suggestions and then she just did it.

Mr. M and his guys were down at the bar waiting on the limo to pick them up. We finished getting dressed and went to our limo once theirs left. How fun! But I tell ya, walking through that lobby was a little slippery. I had to hold on to my bf so I wouldn’t bust it!

We wed at the Little Chapel of the West. What a very nice small church. They offered several packages, we went with the basic we didn’t need all the fancy stuff. It included a few professional pictures and a bouquet for me. I was really impressed with it, couldn’t have asked for anything nicer. The only bad thing is that they evidently started 15 minutes early and a few of our family members didn’t make it in. And they shut and lock the doors when it’s time to start.

Of course I started to cry during my vows… I cry at everything so that’s not anything new. Afterwards we went to their gazebo outside and took pictures. One of our great friends offered to do our pictures for us, this was her wedding gift to us and I greatly appreciate it! We hoped back in the limos and went to the Bellagio to do more pictures in their garden. These turned out great!

We then walked across the street to our hotel where we went to one of there bars and had a drink or two (yep in my wedding gown). Then I went up to our room where I changed into a different dress and we hopped the Monorail to the Vegas Hilton. We had our dinner “reception” at Benihana. This is the first time that many people had experienced this type of dinner. It was real fun and very tasty!

Then back to our hotel where most people went there own way but most met back at one of the bars. Mr. M and I did go and change into “normal” clothes before heading to the bar.

I’ll leave out the details of the rest of the night. ;-) Mr. M and I stayed a few extra days for our honeymoon. I can’t wait to go back to enjoy Vegas at a bit slower pace.

I liked my dress! This is in the lobby of the Bellagio.

~ Wolf Lover Girl

Envelope Stuffing

As my good friend mentioned in her blog I'm one of those lucky ones who get to stuff envelopes. Yesterday was my first day to assist the existing staff. I haven't done it in YEARS and let's just say I was stressed as hell all day!! It seemed the day would never end. I did the minimum number of hours required and went home. I didn't check my email and even included an out of office advising that I didn't have access to my email. I figure if they want me to help stuff envelopes instead of my normal job then I'm not answering any questions related to my normal job while I stuff envelopes. I've also been told that if I have any technical difficulties while I stuff envelopes that I have to make up that time because we "must" have a certain amount of time devoted to the envelope stuffing.

I was back to my old duties today so tried to catch up as much as I could... And of course the day seemed to have ended before it started it went by so quick.

I'm back to stuffing envelopes Thursday, Friday and the first part of Monday. Yeah! And of course I will not answer one damn email. When I get my short breaks and lunch I'll come back to my desk... but it will be to surf the web or something mindless. I also have to hide when I'm out stuffing envelopes cause I don't want all these people coming by and saying, "oh my gosh, your stuffing envelopes? Why?" Go away, I'm busy!

Plus I'm taking next Thursday and Friday off so I will have Monday afternoon, Tuesday and Wednesday to finish my project that is due by April 15th. I hope they don't include any last minute information they want in there.

~ Wolf Lover Girl

People Infuriate Me!

I don't understand how some people can be so clueless and careless!

Mr. M and I just finished watching a movie (Blades of Glory which was hilarious!) and it's about 3:45pm or so. And it's shaping up to be a hot day.

We walk out and we see this chick (who should have the fashion police called on her - black top, big belt, blue jean mini-skirt, black heels with black leg warmers) instead I hope the real police or someone is called on her. She's letting her dog take a piss in the grass and I'm thinking to myself "we're not at PetSmart, why do you have your dog here?" So Mr. M mentions that maybe her and her man are getting tickets for a later show. So I tell him to stick around I want to watch if they go inside.

They do!!!! Of course the windows are slightly rolled down because I'm sure that is plenty of air for that poor dog while they sit in a nice air-conditioned theater watching a movie! I'm furious!!! I get their tag number and chat with the Movie Manager! I don't know if there is anything that she can do or not. But she mentioned something about trying to get a hold of someone.

I hope they come and get into her nice shiny BMW, get the dog, leave a note saying we've got the dog and you can come get 'em with a penalty charge of $500 or something like that. I hope they feel bad for what they did. Obviously not so bad because they wouldn't have deliberately left there dog there in the first place.

People are idiots sometimes!!!!!

~ Wolf Lover Girl