1. Important Dates in a Frame
2. Map of California Coast
3. Julia Child Quote
4. Please Wash Your Hands
5. Hello Front Door
6. Over the Rainbow Quote
7. Happiness is

… Oh sorry. Back to Pebbles…

These ratings are on a scale of 1-10, 1 being not into it and 10 being unbearably into it.

Snuggle Scale: 9
Food Obsession: 10
Amount of bark: 2
Cuteness of bark: 10-4 depending on what she is barking at. It’s a 4 when it is the neighbor’s dog that she is barking at and a 10 when it is the hiccup-like gruff when she hears the neighbor’s kids playing in our front yard.
Jump height: 7
Playfulness: 5
Car-riding: 10
Pathetic-ness upon your return home: 9

Best quality: there are too many to count. She is just awesome. She does only poop behind the bushes, making it super easy to keep the yard clean.

Worst quality: her obsession with the neighbor’s dog. I wish she would just give it a break already.

Penny is aloof. She is the one who just chills by herself when she wants and only gets close when she wants. She pees when people come in the house and greet her, though this is getting better.

These ratings are on a scale of 1-10, 1 being not into it and 10 being unbearably into it.

Snuggle Scale: 5 – she only gets close when the lights go off.
Food Obsession: 2
Amount of bark: 10
Cuteness of bark: 0.00 – I’m sorry Penny, but for a breed of dog that is supposed to be quiet, you certainly broke the mold.
Jump height: 1 – she needs lifted onto the bed… and sometimes off as well.
Playfulness: 7
Car-riding: 2
Pathetic-ness upon your return home: 2

Best quality: she can keep herself happy
Worst quality: BARK

All of this time with the dogs has made me think about their individual and pack mentality. I thought I would share this with you because it gives me a reason to post pictures of cute puppies.

Let me introduce you to Maeby. She the youngest (just about a year now) of the bunch and my sister and her husband adopted her less than 6 months ago.

She has got to be the wiggliest dog I have ever met. I also thought I could never meet a dog who wanted more attention than our dog, but here she is.

These ratings are on a scale of 1-10, 1 being not into it and 10 being unbearably into it.

Snuggle Scale: 15
Food Obsession: 10
Amount of bark: 2
Cuteness of bark: 10 – sweetest little howl I ever heard
Jump height: 8 – I saw her head pop up to the countertop last night when I was dishing out dinner
Playfulness: 8
Car-riding: 8
Pathetic-ness upon your return home: 9

Best quality: she is damn sweet
Worst quality: she eats poop

Starred items in my RSS feed that need to be sorted: 474

These are articles on starting your own business and being successful, as well as items I want to get on Pinterest before I forget their awesome existence.

Number of emails in my inbox at work: 3,837

Dude. This is insurmountable. I have given myself 30 minutes a day to sort through this stuff. I can’t believe how much email I get here at the office. It’s a good thing I can delete the approximately 1,300 emails related to getting coffee or lunch

Number of emails in my gmail to sort: 1,963

This is my NON-junk mail account. And I have 2,000 emails. The problem with Gmail is that they make it so easy to just not file things. With that handy dandy search, I can always find what I am looking for, so I have a tendency to just let things sit in my inbox.

Number of emails in my hotmail to sort: 1,052

This is my junk email. I check it 2-3 times a week as it is the email I use for online purchases. I am kind of surprised that the number is so low here. I am not going to panic until I reach about 2,000.

Let’s do the math on how long it will take to get my internet back into a svelte little organized machine:

That is MORE THAN ONE WHOLE WORK WEEK! This doesn’t even include sorting through my RSS feed. You know what I might do instead of sorting through the email? Make baby boy pants.

Yes I did the math. I now wish I hadn’t. Yikes! Does any one else have this problem?

p.s. I think the explosion drawing function in powerpoint is highly under-utilized. Just sayin’.

2. Homemade Nutella

3. Oh Baby Bars

4. Devil Dogs

5. Homemade Oreos

Many moons have passed since this sonogram… In fact, I’ve had several others since then. Unfortunately I do not have them photographed. But what I do have is a photo of me at about 5 months pregnant. I took this in the bathroom at work. I admit it, if I were to wait until the perfect photo opportunity, you would never see any photos of me.

We found out last week that there is a little boy tucked safe and sound in my womb. And just as a side note, I love being pregnant. It hasn’t been easy, but more on that later.

That turned out to not be true.

After almost a year of commuting 5 hours a day, 4 days a week, I was empty. Hollow. Nothing soulful left in this set of bones. I woke up at 4:15, I ate breakfast in the car at 5:15, I caught the train at 6:48, I walked from the train to the office (15 minutes), I worked 8.5 hours, I got back on the 4:30 train, I got home at 6:45, I ate dinner and went to bed. Every day. At first I was holding it together. My daily blog posts kept on coming. But then something happened….

We decided to start a family – and BOOM! I was pregnant.

So Eric decided that we should move closer to my job and he can commute for a while. I was against it at first. And then every time we filled a box and there was still more stuff to pack, I HATED the idea of moving. I was coming up with every excuse in the book about why we should stay put.

Then we started looking for places in Sacramento. And it became even more hellish. We had two specific neighborhoods in mind and both were not experiencing very high turnover. And one of them was mostly out of our rental price range.

But as fate has it, we were driving down a street that a friend lives on and I saw an empty house with the front door open and two men working inside. We had just spend an entire afternoon looking at rental after rental that couldn’t fit our needs. I told Eric that I was just going to ask if it was rental. IT WAS! The owner showed us around. the rent was in our ballpark! The backyard was lush and green! There was a front porch! And a back porch! Hardwood floors! We loved the neighborhood and we were only two doors away from friends. It was perfect.

So long story short (too late), we got the place and moved in on May 30. Sure there were some fun fiascos associated with it, and maybe that is a post to come later on. But right now I am relishing the fact that my pug and I can kick it on the back porch on cool evenings.

So thank you, my imaginary internet friends, for keeping me moving- for clearing the path for me to get to the wide open field. Maybe in two weeks time I will be back to my old self. Once I am not ladened with secrets.