I need to start....

....being more conscious of what shirt I wear to work on Fridays. You see, on friday morning's we do the Mix Morning zoo and I have my photo taken with whiever animal we are featuring that week. And I just realized that I always seem to be wearing this stupid grey sweater on Fridays. Here I am today:



And here I am last week:



And the week before:



And the week before that:



It's kind of like I just give up on life come Friday. I'm one very small step away from showing up to work in sweatpants. Grey ones. With the elastic ankle bands.

The boy....

.....signed up for Red Bull Crashed Ice. Think downhill skiing on skates. And full body contact.

He signs up every year hoping to be accepted. The only glitch is that this year...he was.

He is supposed to be in London next Thursday for qualifying.

And I will be preparing to spend the begin my life as a 28-year-old widow.

I am leading....

...the NFL playoff pool at the bar right now. So all I have to do is correctly choose the winning team (and take into account the point spread) and I win a little chunk of money. I asked our Sports Director Fred which team would be his pick and I think he solidified it for me. We talked a bit of strategy but essentially I think I have my mind made up.

Me: "Thanks for your help. There's a coffee in it for you if I win."
Him: "Make it a chocolate milk."
Me: "Done."
Him: "There us a beer in it for you if you lose."

Beer is for sissies. Chocolate milk is where it's at.

The boy....

...tried to convince me this weekend that I have an unhealthy mother-daughter relationship.....with one of my dogs.

He says I spend too much time with her. And that I shouldn't talk to her so much. And that I should be able to go more than 30 seconds with swooping her into my arms and cuddling her. And that he is worried I might be starting to blur the line between dog and actual human child. I have no idea where he gets these crazy notions.















See? There we are on a little shopping trip this past weekend. Two of my favourite girls. A 2-legged one and a 4-legged one.

The boy also mentioned that if I spent half as much time snuggling him as I do the dog.....well, you get the picture.

I broke down....

...and started drinking Pepsi again. Over the weekend. I was very tense. And snarky. And tired. And I did it. I got feeling sorry for myself and convinced myself that the only thing that could lift my spirits was a big fat dose of cola flavoured caffeine. In fact, I'm drinking a can of Pepsi right now. I remembered that my boss set one on my desk a few weeks ago, after I told him I had given it up cold turkey. I think he wanted to see if I could sweat it out. Anyways, I didn't drink it right then, but I tucked it away in the far corner drawer of my desk, in case of emergency. And while today certainly does not constitute an emergency, I was happy to see it still sitting there when I needed it.

I also just got wind that my House & Home Magazine arrived in the mail today.

Today is shaping up to be a good day.

I missed the actual anniversary....

....but it was a year ago this month that my pride & joy, my heart, my little man, Jonas went missing. A little tiny pug, gone for 10 days in the middle of winter, sub-zero temperatures. I still get upset when I think about it.

But there was some good to come out of the 10 days he was gone (maybe not for the boy.....the 10 days were rougher on him than they were on me, because he had to put up with my sobbing, blubbering, sorrowful self for that entire time.) But dozens and dozens of people came forward to help me find him. Some people I had never met, and they didn't know me or my dog. Some people were friends, or friends of friends. I had strangers calling my home asking if he'd been found. I had people offer to put up reward money. People going door-to-door. People putting up posters. People participating in search parties. All for my dog.

I can never thank those people enough.

Neither can Jonas!

I had a man.....

....phone & ask me today why I hadn't returned the voicemails he left me over a week ago, regarding some tickets he wanted to give away on-air.

Initially, there was panic, and my mind raced to come up with a white lie to explain my complete disregard of his trying to contact me. Then I just told him flat out I never check my voicemail.

He thought that was funny. And to think of all the time I've wasted coming up with excuses. I think I'm going to change my voicemail recording.

"Hi, you've reached Jamie in Promotions. I am not going to ask you to leave a message here and then lie and tell you I will call you back. The truth of the matetr is, I won't. I never check this thing. Email me instead. Have a great day."