Month: July 2005

I am not a sun person. I mean, yes, I prefer a sunny day to a rainy one, but I don’t like to sit in the sun and bake like so many Corn Flakes-encrusted chicken breasts. Or insert your favorite colorful baking simile here.

I was in Walmart yesterday (ya, so shoot me, the Target isn’t open for business yet) and stumbled upon a display of Jergens ® Natural Glow Daily Moisturizer. If you haven’t yet heard of this product, you’ve had your head in the sand. This is THE hot moisturizer right now, and it sells at regular Jergens lotion prices. The kicker? After about a week of using it, you’ll appear more tan. And apparently it’s a very natural looking tan.

I don’t claim to have any idea how it works, but I read about it in magazines, and how stores had completely run out and people were selling the stuff on eBay, of all things. So I’ve had half an eye open whenever I was in CVS, and sure enough, they were always out. So I bought it yesterday, and I’ll let you know how it works for me. I do want to note that unlike the other Jergens lotion that I was pushing here months ago, this one DOES have a scent to it. And remember, it doesn’t have any sunblock in it at all. Just use it like any other moisurizer, don’t slather it on. So that makes me a bit unhappy, but then again, if I can get a natural looking tan while living my preferred cave-dwelling lifestyle, it’s a good thing.

Funny thing about the new hosting company! Their setup is different than the old one, and anyone who tried to go to https://www.bigdumptruck.com/ or https://www.bigdumptruck.com/index.htm instead of index.php got a placeholder screen. I had no idea until Mr. Dump tried to get to the site this morning. Apologies!

There were two screwed up things in my PETsMART.com order. One, they sent me the wrong retractable leash. And then they sent me an extra pooper scooper thingy. He doesn’t poop THAT much.

The customer service lady was very nice. I had her laughing about the leash. You see, I ordered a Flexi Comfort Grip Small. They sent me a Classic All Belt Large. That’s right large. My little bundle of fluff weighs, oh, about 3 pounds or so. If that. This leash is means for dogs up to 150 pounds. “If my cockapoo ever gets to weigh 150 pounds, I suspect I’m doing something very very wrong.” (He should, as an adult, weigh about 1/10 that amount.)

She told me if I wanted to take it to a retail location, I could swap it out for the one I actually paid for, so I’ll probably do that tomorrow. As for the pooper scooper, she said I should donate it to a local shelter, because it would cost them more to get it back and for them to process the return than the thing is worth. So I’m going to do that. It’s a neat little device, invented by a 10 year old boy who was in charge of cleaning up after his golden retriever. It uses regular grocery store shopping bags. I’m very impressed that a kid came up with this, got the patent, and they now sell them in retail stores.

Other than that, today is my annual physical. I’m so looking forward to it. *sigh*

Here are more pictures for those of you who have been bugging me.

I believe I’m back in business. Sorry if you stopped by last night and saw only older posts…that was the snapshot view. My password wasn’t working so I couldn’t log in and update the site at all. Not a big deal in the grand scheme of things, and now I think everything is back in working order. Do let me know if you spot anything funky. Comments especially…the paths are all changed and I may have missed one in the commenting setup files.

So, happy Friday, everyone! Looking forward to the floods? (Locals only)

(Okay, maybe I haven’t posted 432 cute puppy stories. But I thought maybe it would be better to talk about a cute puppy than to freak about what happened in London. Happy Code Orange, everyone!)

Last night, after we gave Phantom a bath, I was sitting on the kitchen floor struggling to dry him with a towel (I ordered a chamois-type thing to help get him dry faster – can’t wait until it gets here) and he was attacking/playing with the ends of the towel. I had Junior bring over Phantom’s “Baby” this kind of rabbity-doggy looking stuffed toy that’s literally as big as he is. He loves this thing, if love means trying to pull and chew its ears off.

So once distracted by Baby, I handed the towel to Junior to put in the hamper. Phantom saw all this, and when Junior came back out to the kitchen, Phantom shot him a dirty look, gave a little growl, and grabbed Baby and dragged him over to me, away from Junior, as if to say “I let you take the towel, but you can have Baby when you pry him from my cold dead teeth!”

I guess the lesson learned is “nobody puts baby in a corner”. No wait, wrong lesson.