In search of the perfect career.

photo from Kickette.com (love that site!!!)

I want this job. Sigh.

AC Dreams

This morning I woke up from another yummy Anderson Cooper dream. I don't question them. I welcome them! This time I was at a beach. It was a beautiful beach and looking towards the horizon you could see this huge snowcapped mountain. I was standing on the beach messing around with some pull up bars. Then Andy comes up wearing his famous jeans and blue button down shirt, sleeves rolled up. He tossed his backback on the sand and was chatting with some people that he came with. I was there alone, I think but we were all suppose to go snorkeling or something. So I'm just hanging out and then Andy tosses me some fins and googles. I knew the fins were mine because they were small for my small feet. I joked with him about that and he flashed that winning smile. While I'm getting them on, I look to the shore and there is Anderson, stripped to his Speedos, putting on his goggles waiting for me. Sadly, I'm stuck in slow motion because it's taking me forever to get my fins on. Andy takes a dive in the crystal blue water and I'm trying to find a place for all my stuff, i'm trying to figure out why I'm still wearing a bra under my swimsuit....dreams. I never made it in the water but I can say, with all certainty, that Anderson Cooper looked way hot in his black Speedos.

Sir Oliver Adjusted

It's safe to say that Oliver is totally adjusted to living at my parents' house. He enjoys spending time in the back yard where he gets into everything. From eating grass, bark and chewing on rocks.

This is him with clovers in his mouth. It was the cover of the St. Patty's day card I recently sent out. He's a star. What can I say?

He enjoys the sun that come in from my bedroom window and stands there daily to check out the daily activities of all the kids in the neighborhood.

And he waits for Pop to come home with the boys. He's the tiny one in the middle. Just chilling by the door. They get so excited when my Pop comes home from work. The commotion is not nearly as loud when us ladies come home. Sheesh.

I just wrote a blog about my dog. Wow. I'm that girl. damn it.