Every once in a while I can snap a picture of the three of them together, but they truly are few and far between. Since we've had Buddy I've gotten to know the neighbours quite well. Every night at 8:30 there are a bunch of us who go for our nightly dog walk. Buddy is the only boy dog and is a total chick magnet. There are two German Sheppard's (Heidi and Bella), and a Sheppard-mix named Mary-Ann. They all LOVE Buddy! He loves to play chase, and because he is so fast, the girls are always chasing him. It's quite amusing, I really should video it. I know you'd all be captivated! ;)
The other evening we were sitting in the living room, when Greg jumped up and pointed out the window. There was a funny looking animal crossing the road and heading for the side of our house. It was a possum!
OK, as far as I know they are not common in Ontario, but I have one hiding under my backyard deck. Now, I have a soft spot for critters so I have no intention of doing anything about the little guy. In fact, I feel kind of special. I do believe that it is the first wild possum I've ever seen. (Do I sound like a city-slicker, or what?) Anyway, he can stay as long as he wants as long as he leaves my little ones alone.
I went to a candle party tonight. I didn't really want to go, but one of the Belly Dancers was having it, so I felt a little obligated. I spent $115. Money that I certainly don't have, but it felt good buying it. I think because I've been feeling like I've been scrimping for the last while, and I know that's coming to an end I feel like I can be a little frivolous. Maybe it's just the mood I'm in today as well. I stopped at Walmart on the way home because I heard that they had cute rain boots on sale for ten bucks. Well, they didn't have any left, but I ended up spending over $100. And it felt good! A lot of it was groceries, but I did throw in a top (that I didn't try on) and some bubble bath. Dog and cat treats and stuff to make a 7 layer dip that for the life of me I can't remember how to make so I bought a lot of extras. I'm going to a work gathering tomorrow night, with a group of nurses that I don't really know very well, but as their educator, I've had really positive feedback from them. I offered to bring the 7 layer dip, but I'm thinking that it can't be that hard. Worst case scenario, I'll show up with Doritos, salsa and guac.
In other news: it's Rummage Season! Tomorrow I am heading to two church bazaars, and am quite looking forward to it. There is nothing I need, but I just love other people's junk, and I'm sure I'll find something that I can use. One of the dog-walking ladies (we also all take belly-dancing classes together---so maybe I should call her one of the other Belly Dancers?!) gave me her teak bookshelf. With a little TLC, it's going to be beautiful. She replaced the shelf with those IKEA Billy bookshelves, which I totally can't believe. Oh well, my gain.
Have I talked about Belly Dancing at all? It is SO much fun. I feel like an elephant swinging my big old hips around, but it is a good way to get some exercise while having fun so you don't feel like you are exercising. This is my most favourite way to exercise. It's akin to eating something that tastes really good and is good for you. Anyway, Belly Dancing is actually very cool, and because the movements are very small, precise and isolated, I have had days where I've felt like I have done hundreds of sit-ups except I haven't, and it was fun! I would totally recommend it. Also, the music is great.
I realize that this is a bit of mish-mash but I've just been rambling off the top of my head and this is what has come out. I've had issues with my mom lately, but I think that I'm actually handling that better, which in some ways, makes it less of an issue. To make a long story short, she basically told me that she was not happy for me, she had hoped that I would do better by marrying someone who could support me. In response I said that I did have a husband who supported me. He respects me, he is my best friend, we like each other, we look out for each other...what is so wrong with that? She, of course, was focusing on the financial aspect. I should have asked her if she thought Greg would be a better person if he won the lottery? WhatEv. My mom and I then proceeded to drink a bottle of wine. Then, her friend, Ethyl called. (Pez! I forgot to tell you this! It's kind of funny!) Ethyl called, and my mom didn't want to answer the phone. I wasn't feeling any pain by this point, so I answered and talked to her. She was very nice. We didn't talk long, but she mentioned her son, Alex. I had the BIGGEST crush on Alex when I was in high school, that in truth, was mortifyingly pathetic. Alex is married to a very nice woman with a couple of kids, but I couldn't help myself but laugh and tell her what a big crush I had on him! It actually was a nice moment, because she said that Alex was a really nice man and she was very proud of him. I told her "just for fun, to tell him I say hello!" I'm sure he's going to roll his eyes. LOL!
All right, bedtime.