For RR...

(Because it makes her happy, that's why!)

Mindless cuteness...

It's been awhile, so I thought another one of my stupid dog videos (lest my readership begin to experience symptoms of withdrawal). So, without further ado, I present:

TWO DOGS & A TENNIS BALL

Enjoy!

Oh, the joys of working for a nonprofit...

This morning I "fixed" my office chair using a combination of electrical and duck tape.

Grammy Pammy just informed me that the proper name is "duct tape" (as opposed to "duck tape"). I, however, prefer "duck" to "duct". I also refer to "pinktails" as "pigtails". I think it has something to do with my love of animals. After all, ducks are cute, while ducts...yeah, not so much.

On cell phones. And dogs. And cell phones for dogs...

How sad is it that:

A) this exists?

B) I want one?

Okay, okay. It’s kind of frightening that we live in a time and place where buying a cell phone for your dog is not only possible but also has a viable market among consumers.

That said, have you seen this thing?! It is amazing! Not only does it give a whole new meaning to calling your dog, but it also has a built in GPS system (which can come in quite handy in the event dear Rover gets lost). Additionally, the PetCell includes a sensor that can alert you if your dog becomes too hot or too cold, as well as an attachable collar-cam (incase you want to know exactly how your favorite canine companion spends his day). The dang thing is even water drool-proof! I am tres amused!

I can just imagine having the following cell phone conversation with my dog, Gypsy Kitty:

Me: “Hi, Gypsy. What’s up? How’s the backyard?”

Gypsy Kitty: “Woof! Woof! Woof!”

Me: “Slow down! What do you mean I left the back gate open?!”

Gypsy Kitty: “Woof! Woof! Grrrrr…Woof!”

Me: “What?! The mailman breeched the perimeter?! He was just delivering the mail! How many times do I have to tell you, Gypsy?...The mailman isn’t in cahoots with the mean, fat cat down the block! He just brings mommy her letters and bills!”

Gypsy Kitty: “Grrrrr…Woof! Arf! Woof, Woof! Whimper!”

Me: “Oh, no! You chased him? And now you’re lost?! Gypsy, baby, where are you?! Are you okay?”

Gypsy Kitty: “Whimper, Whimper! Sigh! Whine!”

Me: “You’re scared! Oh, sweetie! Let me turn on your cell phone’s GPS so I can figure out where you are. Is Haskell with you?”

Gypsy Kitty: “Whine, Whimper, Whine!”

Me: “Oh, good! At least you are together.”

Gypsy Kitty: “Whimper! Arf! Grrrrr…”

Me: “Well, tell him that I’m sorry he’s so hungry. It’s only been three hours since I last fed him! Oh, wait…the GPS is working…okay, you’re at the corner of Lindsley and Carroll. I want you to sit down and wait for me there. The monitor says that you are over-heating, so stop moving and try to relax. I’ll be there just as soon as I can.”

Gypsy Kitty: “Whine! Whine! Whine!”

Me: “I’m sorry that a car honked at you, but I’m only five minutes away. I’ll be there soon enough. Just sit tight and tell Haskell to do the same.”

Gypsy Kitty: “Arf! Whimper! Whine!”

Me: “Tell him to hold it! He can pee once he gets back home. I don’t want either of you to move an inch until I get there. Understand?”

Gypsy Kitty: “Bark!”

Me: “Good girl. I’ll be there soon!”

Apparently, the PetCell is do out sometime this year, and will cost upwards of $400. A little too steep for me, considering I work for a nonprofit. However, I’m sure the price will go down once the concept catches on. Yes, that’s right: It is only a matter of time before Lil’ Miss Gypsy Kitty will be sporting her new doggie cell phone at a dog park near you!

(Stop judging me!...You know my dog won’t be the only one!!)

Stupid SPAM, Stupid Me...

Hi, I hate to be the one to mention this, but people continue to talk about your weight issue and it just disgusts me. Whether you know it by now, people are always chattering about each other at work but you come up more than enough. I wasn't the happiest or best-fit up until a year ago or so but that did change. Thanks to my dam brother-in-law (of all people). Anyhow, it was for the best.

What I am saying is that you need to do something different and maybe you can make the same difference I did. Try this stuff I used. I took it on the idea it's just more junk but it worked great. I see more positive reviews on it nowadays and makes me feel even better. So, I am encouraging a change, not only in the chatter around here but in you personally.

-Anonymous for now

Using an anonymous email website to send this btw;) When it helps/works just send a memo out with the name "Angel" in it. Then you can take me out to lunch to thank you. Talk to you sooner than later I hope;)

Why is it I always find myself concerned whenever this message appears in my inbox? Am I really SO insecure that I believe:

A) People find my weight “disgusting” to such an extent?
B) My coworkers (all eight of them) spend their free time talking behind my back?

Yet, every time this message pops up, I find myself momentarily drawn into thinking that it is all true. Somehow, one of my coworkers is sending me this note from a fake name and email address. Yeah, I’m far from being skinny, but disgusting? When did this happen? Why did nobody tell me before now?

I guess it is the first sentence that really grabs me, and brings all of my insecurities to the surface. Never mind that I’ve received this email (or some similar version thereof) no less than twenty times in the past week or so. Yet, it still takes my brain a good 5 to 10 seconds do I recognize the message as “SPAM” – 5 to 10 seconds that the rest of my body spends panicking (and thinking about the inherent largeness of my thighs).

No more beauty magazines for me for awhile. Apparently, I need a break from them. Either that or a really good plastic surgeon (liposuction, here I come)!

On why I never went to Texas Tech...

Last Saturday was a bizarre one weather wise. We had winds gusting over 60 miles an hour, which picked up dust in West Texas and carried it as far east as Dallas and beyond. As you can imagine, I wasn't amused at all by the situation. This had little to do with the weather phenomena itself and everything to do with my allergies (which found the dust heavy air more than a little irritating).

Trevor, on the other hand, was thrilled with the pink sky and gritty air (that got stuck in your teeth while breathing). Apparently, it reminded him of his college days in Lubbock. I think he told me (no less than fifty times) that if it started to rain, mud would literately fall from the sky. As if he thought I’d find this comforting or something.

Anyway, below are some of my pictures from the Dallas Dust Bowl. I took them as I was leaving NorthPark after an oh-so yummy lunch at the Kona Grill (mmmmm…sushi). It is important to note that it was a brightly sunny day. Had the dust not taken over the atmosphere, I do not think there would have been a cloud in the sky.

Overheard at the lunch table...

Coworker A: "So, is it nice outside today? It looks beautiful!"

Coworker B: "Yeah. It's okay, I guess. I'd say it was about 77 degrees. No, wait. I take that back. It's more like 79 or 76 degrees."

Coworker A: "Oh."

Taking deep breaths...

Incase you haven’t stopped by in awhile; things have been a little tense over here at Blinky Moments. Although, I promise to keep everyone up to date with any new developments in the “TRAVIS CLAYTON BEAT UP MY LITTLE SISTER” saga, I thought it was time to take a break and return (if only briefly) to this BLOG’s regularly scheduled programming.

So, keeping that in mind, here is a video I took of a little dog “dancing” at PetSmart a couple of weekends ago. My favorite part is the little boy’s commentary off camera, so turn up your volume if it isn’t already.

(Oh, how I love stupid dog videos!)