Campaigning

      I've been campaigning lately to have my friend name her blob in utero "Hedgie", but since she has come up with a reasonable alternative if the blob should be a girl-blob, I will only campaign to name it "Hedgie" should it be a boy-blob because her  alternative "Stinky Manling" is less cute than "Hedgie."  Other than that, I feel like Ru needs spoiling and I shall have a bit of disposable money for once...so Ru shall have a prezzie because I love her. I just have to find the right thing to make Ru's happy.
     
      Fifty percent of my co-workers need better senses of humor.  Of course girl dummies need balloon titties...I mean, really, just play along...it makes the day go faster. Girl dummy looked depressingly like boy dummy and while not all girls have big breasts, maybe she would still have liked some tiny ones?  This was fairly mild suggestion from me; who used to suggest to Scott in Ohio that he should put on a pink hat and go pole dance in the parking lot on the slow days to lure in customers....and he would laugh and do a little sexy girl-dance, then suggest he could wear some Daisy Dukes!  I should not be surprised since this is from the same woman who found Karl's "Tote of Oppression" nickname for the stupid recovery tote offensive and apparently not at all funny.  Now, I've got Jason calling it the "tote of oppression" so the Poodle should watch out, she may just have to evolve a better sense of humor.  Or she's going to have to find a way to draw in more customers. Me being bored at work equals me thinking up evil thoughts.

      My Auntie Max's husband John died this week.  I am not above using my forceful personality to encourage my dad to help rally his sister by traveling to Florida with her for a while. She has no family down there and she's going to need family.  She and John had great times together in their short but happy marriage and my dad is in a place in his life where he has the opportunity to help out by doing whatever she needs.  She actually is the one who suggested this and I am aiming to squash any and all of his objections.  Namely, the financial ones.  Being frugal is all well and good, except my dad takes this too much to heart. Live a little dad.  It won't all be sad. You'll have some fun traveling with Auntie Max, she knows how to have a good time. You know that. When I talked to him the other night, he made no excuses, he has no good ones and he knows I can shoot them all out of the air anyway.  I am also too practical for my own good, which is why I married Jon, who is too unpractical for his own good...we are a good balance.

    Went riding on Sunday for the first time in a looooooong time. Loved it. Had soooo much fun, horse was absolutely sweet and having fun even though I thought it was weird she didn't spook at weird shadows or whatever it is that horses always spook at when they have lava in their veins.  I'd never ridden a gaited horse before and it is strange, but I am very adaptable. I can get used to most things. Getting up early, getting up late, as long as I am consistent...riding a gaited horse compared to a normal horse is less of an adjustment than that...but still less bouncy and somewhat strange.