Moi? Passive Aggressive?

Senerio:
Co-worker: Diane, could you please scan a picture and print it for me?
Me: Oh, sure, no problem. (I do it promptly and give co-worker print out.)
Co-worker: Oh, thank you, thank you. You are the best. Um, Diane, could you please take some of the pink out and get rid of the spot in the middle?
Me: Sure, no problem. (I do it, again, and give co-worker print out.)
Co-worker: Oh, thank you, thank you. You are truly the best. Um, Diane, could you please make some more copies?
Me: Uh, sure, ....when I have time (like when pigs fly).
Co-worker: Hey, Di, where are my copies?
Me: Haven't been able to get to it (like when you need a parka in Hell).
Co-worker: Well, I never?
Me:Well, I guess you won't! Then I usually go do it because I feel evil.

Why can't I just say no in the first place.

Jack, My Bestest Friend

Last night I met my "Ditz" quota.

Trudy and I went to agility class and we did very well. It was a beautiful evening, so I decided to go to the dog park and let her play off leash. We had a good time. She met a handsome German Short Haired Pointer called Baron. We worked on some off-leash agility, using the excellent equipment that they have installed at the park. Life was fine.

We decided to go home....

I leashed Trudy and we walked to the car. Reached into my pocket to get my keys and They were not there. Luckily a man was there to do some jogging....he let me use his cell phone to call Jack.

Jack could not find my extra set of keys at home...we were hoping that they were in the car (my inner-self just snickered). He came out to pick me up. We broke into my car (the rear window is plexiglass and we poked the toggle switch with a wire). My keys were not there (snickering inner self).

We left a note on my car and Jack drove me home. Luckily I found my extra keys on the kitchen floor behind my little lifty stool.

Jack drove me back out to the dog park (by the way, it's 1/2 hr. away) to pick up my car. It was 12:30 at night when we finally got home.

He never once yelled at me, glowered at me, called me stupid or tried to make me cry. He actually tried to make me laugh, instead. I asked him why he wasn't really really angry at me for losing my keys. He told me that it was because he loves me and and why would he want to make me feel worse that I already do, besides, he didn't wan't me to be angry at him the next time he needs me to rescue him... (long sigh)....don't I know by now that that is what loving someone is all about? .......just try not to do it again.

Life with Jack is good

I want to go to Camp Dogwood!

Seee.....there is this dog camp. I know, I know - why can't I just be normal and yern to go to a nifty all inclusive resort down in the Caribbean......

There's a session in October - it's located in the Fox Lake area. You go to camp with your dog and do neat stuff off leash - likehiking, camping, agility and flyball. I get excited just thinking about it.

There is another session in February - It is an inside camp - actually located in the Purple Palace in Lincolnwood. They're going to have all the sports activities, and also T-touch, an animal communicator, message, yoga.......fun stuff (if you are a dog person).

Trudy and I just might take the plunge!

Sin City

Jack and I went to Vegas for our 10th anniversary. Vegas is pretty astounding, but I can only stand it for a few day, then I have to get back to Earth (literally - the substance in which plants grow.)

The Wynn Tower is amazing. It looks like it rose from the ground like the monolyths in 2001 Space Odyssy. It is simple, contemporary and very very expensive. It makes you wonder how they plan to keep all those Pine trees alive on the fake mountain.

Actually, Hell must be a bit like Vegas. Beautiful on the outside, nasty and mean on the inside. After a couple of days, the desk clerks begin to look like those demon ladies in the movie "The Devil's Advocate". The serging masses in the street begin to look like
the "damned", all looking for a drink of water.

Run, run, run, back to your pretty little place - don't look back, you might turn into a piller of salt