It’s a real thing. Who knew!? Well, apparently quite a few people knew… and their dogs have awesome badges. I’m not sure my dogs are qualified for any of the badges. Maybe if they had badges for licking and biting and jumping on people… or maybe for farting or digging… :( Ugh, I guess it really is time to take them to obedience classes…
http://www.thetileapp.com Umm… yes, please. It’s like the locator thing I used to have where there was a button that you push to find your stuff… until I lost the button thing. :( Until of course someone steals your stuff, sees the tile connected to it, and throws it away… But, just for around the house and finding my keys and such… I definitely think I will need this. Edit: apparently this is only for i-products… no tile for me :(
Today I tried to convince Danny it would be a good idea for me to cut his hair. I have no idea why he didn’t like my idea. He drove around and couldn’t get into any of the barbers in town, so he said he was desperate… but apparently not desperate enough to trust me and my scissors. :/ I told him I’m really good at learning things from YouTube… I mean, it really shouldn’t matter that the only things I usually learn on YouTube are new knitting techniques… right!?! I still have complete confidence that I could do it… but we’ll see… maybe if he stays still enough in his sleep… :)
I don’t have very many pet peeves. I like to think that I have a fairly high tolerance for crazy and annoying. But this is one that I can’t seem to get over. Every time I travel, it bothers me to the point that I start to worry that I might be developing anger issues. Like I might punch someone. Really. So I’ve just gotten off my nice, relaxing 3-hour flight where I got to wedge my head against the window and the chair in the hopes that I don’t wake up on the shoulder of the guy next to me (sorry guy on my last flight… I hope I didn’t drool too much). I trek my exhausted self from the plane to the shuttle and over to baggage claim #7. I stand a few feet back from the conveyor belt to wait patiently for my bags and before there is even enough time for a crowd to develop, a lady comes and stands directly in between me and the conveyor belt. Really!? Nope, I’m …
Sooo… sometimes I turn on the radio and new songs come on… and for the life of me I can find absolutely no way to relate it to my life. It has nothing to do with me. I am no longer a part of that generation. Maybe that’s a good thing… but still… it makes me feel a bit ancient. :/
Life by Ky 