Here are some things I can tell you that are not long enough to write a full blog entry about, but need to be share anyway.

Every time I buy Lola a big bag of dog food, I wonder if she'll live long enough to finish it.  I know, I know.  But it's true.  I bought her a huge bag of IAMS Sensitive Digestion kibble today.  Sigh.

Father's Day is today.  Matt and I made a very specific choice not to have kids, but this day, along with Mother's Day always make me wonder, "What if?"  This year, as I was cruising around New Orleans on Mother's Day, with a bloody mary in hand, I didn't have much time to think about it at all (except for when two people who wished me a happy day).  It's hard to feel maternal when you're surrounded by at least four of the seven deadly sins at all times.

Greed, Lust, Gluttony, Angry, Sloth, Avarice, Sleepy, Sneezy and Bashful?

That said, today Matt and I had lunch at Sitar, one of our go-to Indian choices here in the big city, and as soon as I heard the crying baby one section over, I reaffirmed my child-free life.  Mostly.

I had a rough week at work, jousting windmills and kicking ass.  I have a lot to do, and honestly, I'm pretty excited about all of it.

I hit up the Farmers Market this morning, spent most of a $20 bill - ended up with fresh limas, squash, tomatoes and peaches.  Mmmm, peaches.

Lola had a classmate in Obedience School - a Brittany named Peaches.  Perfectly named.

I'm still struggling with my weight.  I cannot seem to have one solid week where I do the right thing the majority of the time.  I need to figure it out.

I didn't go to the Y once this weekend - which I know is contributing to some of my general blah feeling.  I need to sweat.  I need to fight for space in the pool and the studio.  Which is good - I never thought I'd come to depend on exercising.

I'm starting to make some new friends, and it's hard, but it's good.  I have decided that I need people almost as much as I need time to myself.  It's a balancing act.  I never was much good at balancing. But I am grateful to my friends who are constantly offering good advice on where to shop, and what to buy, to wear makeup, and so on and so on.

One of my friends yesterday said, "Well, I *am* a Taurus."  And I realized that's not a sign I know much about.  It may be time to read up on it.  

He's not affectionate, and I can't speak to sensuous, but otherwise... that's my friend.

I need a pedicure, but I have to time it out so that it'll still look good for 4th of July and my trip to Chicago to train my colleagues.  And then right after that, I have the canoe trip, which will wreck my pedicure, so I don't want to invest too much.  It's all about balancing.  I could just bite the bullet and get one now, then get another closer to the time I need it for work.  It's a pedicure, it's not a mink coat.

My sister inherited my grandmother's mink coat.  It's pretty, but not exactly practical.  As to ethics, I don't have a strong stance on either leather shoes or fur goods.  I eat meat.  It tastes good.

I should probably start dinner.