There's some pretty cool places out in Queens.

This week has been eventful. First and foremost, we have progress on the fence. Well, compared to what we did have, which was flat open plains. Right? Now we have those stick things, um, and those are helping, um.... Okay, fine, the fence is still down. Happy now? My fence guy has a regular day job. Darn those day jobs to heck....

This past weekend, I had a house full of darling children, that I enjoyed like crazy. We hit the zoo and there was this tiger and he kept following this guy on the people side of the fence who had an ice chest. Back and forth, back and forth. It was hilarious. Evidently Mr. Tiger gets his rare steak out of an igloo icechest on wheels, eh?

Then this cute little orangutan who just wanted someone to rescue him from behind that mean old glass.

Here are the kids posing. Posers.....

There's all kinds of ways of dying, but only one way of being dead.

There's nothing like starting your week with a little something like this....

Am I right, or am I right? I know NONE of you have ever heard me complain about the Wind Sweeping Down the Freaking Plains. I may create a new blog category called that, since it happens so often. 6 fence panels down. Wind - 6, Fence ZERO. Oh how my beloved loves the fact that escaping from the safety of our backyard has now become the easiest thing EVER. Joy.

Was that marbles I heard in the bath tub?

I just wish people could hear the sound effects my son is making as he does his homework across from me here at the dining room table. I am, quite frankly, amazed he gets anything done. Just now he smacked his head with both hands and then advised me, "It's too hard. It's too hard I tell ya." Now he is asking me the answers, like I'm dumb enough to tell him. 1800. And now he is cursing Algebra, except I'm pretty sure there is no Algebra in 3rd grade. But whoever invented Algebra, E wants to strangle you, so just be on the look out for a little brown haired boy making sound effects for everything.

So recently I attended two semi-networking events. Of course, part of the networking event was really just having good old fashioned fun. The first event was Mom's Night Out hosted by MetroFamily Magazine. The event was put together by the amazing Whitney Fleming. It was held at a local indy restaurant, Iron Starr BBQ and was rather pleasant. My law firm (that means me) donated two door prizes to the event because I'm super cool like that. They handed out the cutest little bags full of wonderful things. However, one item in my bag was this tiny bottle of red finger nail polish. Emblazoned across the front of the bottle is the word OBSESSED. Turns out the nail polish is a movie promo and all I can say is SWEET! I love nail polish movie promotions now! Just think, WOLVERINE. Silver polish with fangs. TRANSFORMERS. Yellow nail polish, or black. Whatever. HANNAH MONTANA THE MOVIE. Forget that, too big to fit on a tiny bottle of nail polish.

The second networking event was fun too. But more formal and less networky as it were. More a nice evening out without kids. Which is, in my opinion, a necessity every now and then. But anyway, I was talking about nail polish.... I'm still pretty excited about that.

In other news, people who tweet too much are guilty of having twitterhea. Please take some mylanta for that problem.

Stellar. Simply Stellar. And pimply perhaps as well.

Guess what internets? I have clients. This is fantastic, right? Because now I don't have time to blog and this saves your eyes, all two of my readers! That is how much myself and my two clients care about your well being. This week, it is only Tuesday and I have been so busy my head is spinning. Now that could merely be because an exorcist is in need, but hopefully that is not the case.

Because I have actual clients and more than one client, I have been on the phone. A. LOT. I use my cell phone for business, 1) because I'm cheap; b) because I think I have plenty of minutes for this, right?; and 3) I'm pretty frugal. So why pay for a land line in the office when my cell phone is sufficient? My logic is undeniable. Which was totally true until about May 2nd of the year of our Lord 2009. See, on or about May 2nd, I was OUT of my 3000 anytime minutes. So I had like 10 minutes to make it until midnight on May 7th. Let's not talk about what those 3000 whenever minutes did to my neck and please don't tell my auto insurer that some of those minutes happened while I was driving, which is a big no-no.

I have been with my cell phone provider FOREVER, meaning 10 years, give or take. For once in my life, internets, I was LOYAL. I was only loyal because I got grandfathered in to this 3000 minute plan for $49.99. So for the second time in my 10 years as a very loyal client, give or take, I was 10 minutes from running over my minutes and I used those 10 minutes wisely, by calling my cell phone provider and begging profusely. At which time my cell phone provider informed me that I was eligible for a new plan, because I had been so loyal. I'm sure this was a load of BS and they didn't want me to switch to Cricket. Anyway, now I get unlimited minutes, plus nationwide long distance, plus unlimited texts, for the low, low price of $49.99. Now that was an offer I could not refuse. So I didn't. See internets, begging works.

With No One As Witness

I post. I don't post. I post. I don't post. There is no means to the madness. I am trying to get my new office together. Guess what, nothing is free. Of course, I knew that. Case in point, I am not a big fan of flat paint. I find it cheap and relatively useless. So today I purchased the paint I will be using in my office that will do nothing but improve it, if nothing else because it is an eggshell finish and not flat. I want to do something really funky, like this.... but alas, my office is not that big and my clients are not hiring me for my creativity. I figure I can save the funky style for my house, but perhaps being a bit more conservative at my office is in order, since I do live in the bible belt and this is a conservative state. Oh, the suppression.

I find myself with a dilemma. I love my dogs. And I am cheap. So I have dogs that shed, but don't require grooming. Which is great. But along with being cheap, I just don't like shedding. Because dog hair. On everything. Particularly up my nose. Normally I just have to clean more often than usual, which isn't a huge problem except I would rather sleep, do laundry, work, hang with the kids, read, etc. instead of cleaning up dog hair. This weekend, I sucked it up on the cheapness and splurged on a furminator. I am not going to lie, this thing is my new best friend. I love it. Granted, it doesn't work so well on my beloved, who has like the shortest hair EVER, but it works beautifully on darling Skippy Jon Jones, who tolerated being furminated very well. I also think if I ever get a collie, I'm naming it furminator. Because I can.