Things That Make Me...

Happy:

A good movie. We watched "Year of the Dog" on Friday. If you love dogs, you must watch this movie. Its a little tragic in the beginning (I was SOBBING) but it was fantastic. A great feel good movie.

I mean, who doesn't sleep with their dog? Okay, a lot of people don't but we do. I was trying to find a picture of Buttons, the little dog in a doggie wheelchair, but couldn't find any. Do yourself a favor and watch this movie.

Being physically fit. I did a gym assessment on Friday (its been 2 years since my last one!) and found that I'm at my lowest weight since high school (not counting the time I dropped an obscene amount of weight due to stress from a psycho boyfriend) and that I've gone down everywhere 0.5+ inches... except for my stupid hips. They went up 0.75 inches! Stupid genetics. I hit the goal weight I tried to hit last year before Angie's wedding but just couldn't shake off the last 3 pounds. I think going vegetarian really helped. Whoo hoo - go me!

Angry:

The organization where we rescued our dogs. We're looking to rescue another dog soon for several reasons: we love dogs, we love rescuing animals and P & E are a bonded pair and P is 10 years old. We think he's got more years in him but worry about the day when he's not around anymore because we think E will fall into a depression. We want to introduce another companion. Anywho - I periodically check the rescue website for available dachshunds from time to time and found a super cute little male so I e-mailed the Maryland rescue Rep.

I don't like her. She came by our house 2 years ago for the home visit and said that we weren't good candidates because we were gone for long periods of time, didn't have a big yard and our stairs were too steep. The NC rep LOVED us and we got P & E. Anywho - I e-mailed her to see if we could set up a little meeting between P & E and the new dog and she got a bit snippy asking, "what's the point? Adult dogs don't play." Well excuuuuuse me. The Mr. explained further that it takes E some time to get used to a new dog and we wanted to see if they were compatible. This was her response:
I would prefer to put William with another easy-going dog like himself. Your bonded pair could potentially gang up on him. He is too small and frail. Also, I don't want to put him in a home where there may eventually be children.

I totally understand the concern of introducing a new dog to a bonded pair. I am FINE with that. What pisses me off is the assumption that we're going to have children. Why? Because we're young and married? And to DENY us based on an assumption?! I am beyond furious. So I said F them, its a shame because we really do love our dogs, and we're going with a local rescue.

Having employers snoop into your personal life. So Carmen e-mailed me this morning about a contractor we work with who contacted her about her Facebook page and said that her "name" was questionable from an HR perspective. Carmen, I hope you don't mind my putting it out there but you did say that I could blog about this! Anywho here was her story:
So [contractor] calls me at 6:45 A.M and says “Carmen do you have a facebook page?” I thought to myself how odd is this because [co-worker] just sent me an e-mail on FB on Friday? I thought my page was private…or not? Anyway so I proceeded to say, why yes I do y? She then proceeds to tell me that though my page is PRIVATE, my FB name is questionable and from an HR perspective I might want to change my privacy settings or change my name. So immediately after I hung up the phone with her I shut my freakin FB page down!
Therefore, on this day, September 10, 2007 Carmen ‘Icanthelpitifyourmanwantsme’ has been laid to rest.

I understand that if you're stating that you're an employee of a specific company and then post pics or tell stories of getting drunk or doing drugs... its a problem. Its the reason they banned MySpace at work. But when you're being searched on by name just because you happen to work here and they find you... do they have a right to call you out on it?! This pisses me off!

Paranoid:

So for whatever reason, I have come to the realization that I have become increasingly paranoid about everything. The Mr. is going to the beach this weekend for a bachelor party. No, I'm not paranoid about strippers. I'm paranoid about being home alone and then being stabbed to death and nobody finding my body for days. I asked Theresa to sleep over all weekend. I promised her we didn't have to share a bed or anything... I just needed to have another person in the house.

To add to the craziness stated above, I have become slightly concerned about how The Mr. would identify my body. There was a story recently about a Baltimore man who was beaten nearly to death (he's still in a coma) and his wife stated that she couldn't recognize his face. She was only able to identify him from a surgical scar.

How will The Mr. identify me if I were beaten to death? I thought I needed some identifying mark like a little tattoo on my wrist or the base of my neck. His response? "What if they cut off your hands or head?" Seriously?! Does he never want me to sleep again? He said he could identify me by a scar on my arm and the gigantic face-eating mole on my back. Phew! But think about it. How would someone identify your body if your face was unrecognizable?

Seriously folks... what's wrong with me? Did everyone have a good weekend?