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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Thoughts on Banking

How come banks can charge almost 30% interest on money they loan out, but pay less than 1% on our money in savings that's essentially loaned to them?

Seriously, someone please explain it to me, cause I don't get it.

Friday, July 29, 2011

My Babies

Look at these two!

I know, they look adorable, right? Sleeping all cuddled up like that?

Of course, the truth is Buffy has been sleeping in the bed every day like it's hers, so Bella decided it was time to take back possession of it. There was a short but bitter skirmish and Bella was back in her bed.

So Buffy did the next best thing.  In an effort  to be as annoying as possible, she got as close as she could to Bella without quite touching her.

It's great to see siblings get along. 

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Book Heaven

I've found it!

Book Heaven is not just a myth, it's a real place and I've been there.

OK, it's not really called Book Heaven. It's called The Book Center, which is a super boring name for such an amazing place, so I felt the need to re-name it.

I had to take these pics, cause I was just so completely overwhelmed by so many books, piled floor to ceiling down these narrow rows, just packed into this little shop. Honestly, my little pictures don't really do the place justice.

My boss found out I was going to Rochester last week and she told me about this place, in Spencerport, which is a cute, cute little village with shops and other quaint stuff. Including this independent used book store.

I'm a fan of places where books live, like libraries and book stores. Especially used book stores.

There's just something about all those lovely pages with lots of lovely words written on them all in one place, just waiting for someone to read them.

I read or heard this quote somewhere recently and it's perfect for this place: "All books wait. They sit patiently on their shelves collecting the most refined dust until their cover is opened and the pages are turned by the proper person."  I feel a little sad, cause I can't remember where I found it, so I can't give credit to whoever it was that said it first. I almost think it might have been an episode of some old show from the 80's that I was watching. But I'm not sure.

In any case, I almost wasn't able to get there, but on the last day I was in Rochester, I got together a group of like-minded friends (well, all my real friends are like-minded) and we ran out there for a bit. We only had about an hour and I didn't have too much cash on me, but I still managed to come out with eight books.

I only wish I'd had more time. 

Monday, July 11, 2011

People of Walmart Probably Doesn't Want Me

Filed under "conversations that really happened."

ME:   How does this look?
HIM: It looks fine.
ME: You didn't even look.
HIM: That's cause I knew it would look fine. Besides, we're only going shopping.
ME: Sure, and that's when People of Walmart will be taking my picture.
HIM: Is that one of your goals?
ME: No, it's my biggest fear.
HIM: Well, at least you don't have back boobs.

I couldn't make this stuff up.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

A Dog By Any Other Name

So, things are going well with the puppy. Mostly. She still has no name.

I call her Baby, my husband calls her Dog and my mother calls her Buffy. We mostly refer to her as "no, the other one" cause my mother is always asking "Is that Bella?" I guess her name is Buffy, at this point, since that's the only actual name of the three, but it's not official. She doesn't really come when she's called anyway, so it hardly matters.

We have fewer in house accidents and most of those are my fault. She doesn't know enough to tell us yet.

Oh, and you know how they say a dog won't pee in their bed. Just another fairy tale. She's managed to pee on all three beds in our house, one of them twice.

Also, she's learning a lot. She's learned that she can go behind the couch, under the beds, back inside the space under my desk and other small, dusty, dirty places where it's impossible for any one of us to reach her.