When I arrived home today I found a postal notice in my mailbox letting me know that I had a parcel. I flipped it over to see when I could pick it up from the post office, as it usually is either the same day after 5 P.M. or the next day after 1 P.M. (more often than not, I have to wait until the next day) only to find a note saying “under the BBQ cover in the backyard”. So I trudged into the backyard to find a bright yellow package nicely tucked under the BBQ cover as stated. I can’t figure out if I like this (as I don’t have to go out of my way to go to the post office) or if I don’t like it (since really, any one could steal it if they saw the person put it there). Time shall tell.

Previously (fun with numbers)

Borrowed from Hippopottoman: Go to Wikipedia and look up your birthday (excluding the year). List three events, two births and one death in your journal, including the year.

Three events:

• 1845 – The rubber band is invented
• 1931 – Nevada legalizes gambling.
• 1950 – University of California, Berkeley researchers announce the creation of element 98, which they name “Californium“.

Two births:

• 1919 – Nat King Cole, American singer (d. 1965)
• 1948 – William Gibson, American-born writer

One death:

• 1853 – Christian Doppler, Austrian physician and mathematician (b. 1803)

(Yeah, I didn’t go for the obvious one here)

Previously (a year and a half in the life of a house)

Waiting for the cable guy to show up has finally given me the time to put together a little before/after collage of changes to my house for those of you who were interested in what I’ve been spending my time doing while not blogging.

And although it was useful in that it did force me to sit around the house and finish up the collage, I don’t know how a company survives when the only appointment window they can give you is “8:30 a.m.-5:00 p.m.”.

I’ve become addicted to pugs. How could I not with a face like that?*

Really, the addiction isn’t a new thing. I’ve wanted a dog (and specifically a pug) for quite a while now. I could never get one when I was younger, but I always told myself that I would get a dog when I was on my own. But since I wanted to get one from the humane society, and they seem pretty particular about people having houses/backyards, when I was finally on my own it still wasn’t the right time. And then when I did have a house/backyard, I didn’t have a fenced in yard, so it still didn’t seem like the right time. But now that I will soon have a house with a back yard that is fenced in … well, now the addiction is taking hold again.

The problem (besides the fact that I have only ever seen one pug at the humane society in the last few years) is that I’m not sure my boyfriend actually wants a dog. He had a dog when he was younger, but it wasn’t really “his” dog, it was his brother’s (or his sister’s, one of the two.) He is a cat person. He doesn’t seem to be against getting a dog, but I don’t know how strongly he is for getting a dog. And there is the cats to think about too – they’ve never been exposed to dogs, so I don’t know how they would handle it. Our trials with other cats in the house have been less than positive.

So instead, I’m trolling the web, looking at photos and admiring from afar. And working on convincing my boyfriend that a pug is just a cat in a dog’s body. 😉

*I’ve been reading shelbypug.com backwards and that’s the photo I saw first thing this morning 🙂

I don’t necessarily like ’em, but I was a bit curious to see
How Marshmallow Peeps Are Born.