What do ya think?

Your Ice Cream Personality:

You like to think of yourself as a fairly modest person. And it's true that you don't talk yourself up... but you're also pretty happy with who you are. You are incredibly cautious. You rather miss out on something than make a mistake. No one would ever call you wild... but they would call you responsible. You are a very open minded, liberal, and flexible person. You love many things. You tend to have tastes that range from down home to cosmopolitan. You are a natural multitasker. You feel alive when you're doing more than one thing at a time. You are a serious and contemplative person. You definitely do your own thing in life.

The Ice Cream Personality Test

I don't get it ...

but a post I created last night is showing up under Albert's post (Tuesday) and I don't know how to change the date. Someday I will figure this all out.

I just can't get enough of this.

My First Baby

Okay, so maybe not my first human baby and he was actually my second dog but he was first in so many other ways. He was the greatest dog and he passed away in November 2007 at age 10. I still miss him and have been thinking of him constantly. Just had to put this out there. I know I'm not the only one who thinks of their animals like a child. Husband keeps telling me that once the old mutt that we have now is gone then we are done with dogs but.... I just don't see how I could not have another. I want another Albert. I know it's not possible but I should have put more thought into the cloning thing while he was still alive.

Notice the different fur styles. We live in an old house and in the winter it's every man, woman, child and in this case dog for himself. Suffice it to say Albert didn't have to worry about picking out a couple new sweaters for the winter season each year. I loved how I used to stick my feet under his belly when he was resting in front of me. He kept my toes so warm.

And for those of you who have asked me what is it about a dog that I love ... it's their loyalty. That sums it up.

You Gotta Have Friends

For a couple of days I have been thinking of writing a post on friends, even at the risk of sounding sappy (not usually my style). They are close to my heart and I love to be with each one of them. First let me start by saying that I love meeting new people and talking and/or listeing to what people have to say, especially other women. Maybe it's because of that it has opened up a world of wonderful women whom I consider my friends. I don't like to brag but I think I have the best friends. The fact that they are willing to hang out with me even after listening to my obnoxious laughter is eveident enough they are great.

I was never one of those girls in school who had a certain group of friends that I hung out with. Similar to nowadays I have many different friends from different parts of my life. There are those from my childhood who started out as my friends because our families were friends, you know the type. Lucky for me we have remained close through the years. One is even the Godmother to Safety Boy.> Secondly, there are my friends from high school and unfortunately I think there are only two left that I still talk to (Lucky them, they were both in my wedding and they looked absolutely stunning in those chocolate colored dresses but I digress). Then, unless you count going back for my nursing degree I don't have any college friends... none of them stuck. There is one the one girl from nursing school, who although much younger than me, we get along great. I am not saying that the young and older can't get along, you know what I mean. Then there is the friend I wrote about in an earlier post. As a side note, I do not know how to link in the middle of text from one post to another so if anyone does, please share your wisdom. You get to meet all kinds of people when you become a Mom and fortunately for me I have met many. There are also some friends that I have met through random situations so we'll just file them under miscellaneous (no offense). Finally, there are my old coworkers who are just a big hootin' good time.

I was just trying to figure out why I was writing this and I think I just want to convey to all of you that I think you are wonderful. Thank you for being a part of my life.

(Above picture is Children Playing on the Beach by Mary Cassat)

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