The Root of our "Soul" Problems

So, I was looking online today . . . and I figured out what killed Julie's eternal soul (see yesterday's post) . . .



Buyer beware!

In condolences . . .

Apparently you can send e-cards through the mormon.org website. How do I know this? Let me tell you the story:

I was beckoned in to my boss' office today with some random task he needed me to do. When I returned with task in hand, he was looking at the LDS temples website, particularly the Dallas, Texas temple. So, tongue in cheek, I said, "planning a session?" (He was once LDS and is no longer active, great guy though.) He looked and me and said, "No, I was looking for the nearest Beehive Clothing." This was further evidence that he is no longer purchasing products of that nature as they now only sell that through Church Distribution. I told him that I could find it and then stopped and said, "Wait, who needs to buy underwear in Texas?!" Knowing that most of our Road Team are not LDS, I used my keen powers of deduction to figure out who was having an issue. Yeah, the only LDS person in Texas right now is none other than the president and CEO! My response to my boss: "Did he forget to pack underwear?" My boss would not confirm that it was in fact the CEO but I know that there was no one else it could be. So, my boss just said, "He doesn't want to do laundry." I'm thinking he forgot to pack g's.

ANYWAY, long road to a small house . . .
while I was looking for the page on LDS.org that had the Distribution center locations, I asked Brian to help me find it. I beat him to the punch, but he did send me this loverly e-card. I laughed out loud. Enjoy!

Bahahahaha!

Thank you Katie for sharing this little funny with me. I laughed out loud.

Squirrel Does Tribute to "Say Anything"

Being that Julie loves the movie, Say Anything, I thought this was appropriate for her blog . . .

Taken from http://icanhascheezburger.com/page/43/

Eat your heart out, John Cusack!!

Gwen's Big Haircut

As many of you know, we have two cats. Our inherited cat, Gwen, is a hairy beast. She's part Persian and part wild animal. No, literally, she's part wild animal. Anyway, she's very furry. I like it when her fur gets long, because she's a very pretty cat. The problem is, she molts. I can always tell when it's time for Gwen to get a haircut because she leaves clumps of fur all over my carpet. That's when I get frustrated, so we break out the trimmers and the fun begins! Usually we pad the bathtub with towels and go to town. With the weather finally warming up, we opted to get a big ol' extension cord and go outside. Luckily, our cute neighbor was walking by and agreed to take a couple of pictures so I could share the experience with ya'll. Brian holds her tight, and I go after her with the trimmers. Most of the time, she's pretty tolerant. Once in a while, she's squirmy. I think the noise and excitement of being outside made her a little uneasy. Once she got used to the new surroundings, she put up with us. We carefully have to trim away the thick parts, mostly on her sides, and then we trim her up with clippers. When she's had enough, she lets us know. So, even if there are still some long spots, they stay put. Until, that is, Brian can't stand it anymore and trims her up.





After that adventure comes the fun part! Gwen gets a BATH!!! Most cats hate water, and ours are no exception. Gwen is more tolerant than Howie. It's like she knows that were are bigger than she is, and if she just puts up with it, we'll be done soon. She sure looks funny when we're done! This time, Howie got a bath too. Boy was he mad at us!!!

A Glimpse . . .

Preface:
Usually while working, Brian and I have occasional conversation via Gmail chat. Today, while doing a mind-numbing task, we conversed. It was as follows: (click on links for full effect)
me: ok, seriously, what was the other thing you needed from wal-mart

i'm going there on my lunch

Brian: i can only think of shaving cream

we couldn't find salsa last time we were there

is that what you're thinking of?

cause i don't really need the salsa

it was just a craving

me: no, there was something else that you told me about last night or this morning

prolly last night

Brian: valtrex?

me: nope

Brian: weapons of mass destruction?

a new brain for Howie

me: nope

and nope

you need to go to specialty stores for that stuff!

Brian: howie's brain is on backorder

me: so is mine

Brian: some guy ate mine

me: ew

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Brian: why are you sending me these?

me: some guy ate your brain

that's what zombies do!

Brian: oh

me: duh

Brian: hehe

me: now i want to watch that movie again!

Brian: i was thinking hannible
me: and hot fuzz!!

oh

could have gone that way, i suppose

http://thomaswilson.intheteam.com/site/images/6376/hannibal.jpg

Brian: do you think they make those masks for babies?

that would be SO cute

me: lol

i'm gonna fall out of my chair!

So, I'm sitting at my desk, giggling like CRAZY, when my boss walks out of his office, holding his "Binkie" and just stands there and looks at me. He wanted to make sure I was ok. Then he turned and walked back in to his office.

Epilogue: Now that my boss thinks I'm off my rocker I will have to behave a bit more at work. Although, my boss isn't much of an example. (Proof to come later.)