So far so good...

We've hit a few milestones already with Fergie. First of all, as I'm sure some of you knew, one of our biggest concerns regarding getting a puppy was how the cats would react. That has gone surprisingly well. Like REALLY well, all things considered. Absolutely no hissing. Only one minor incident of back arching... and it was not by who we would have thought (AKA Cole, the pu**y) but rather Sheila, who is herself more dog than cat. Once Fergie bounded after Sheila and the poor cat didn't know what to do, ran away and hid under the futon.

The second is that she's pooped outside twice now! And she seems to know what the wee wee pads are for. She's still not so fond of the outside world. For example, cars seem to freak her out. And other dogs. And the cold. And the sky. And rain. And, of all the luck, the day we brought her home (which happened to also be the first day of spring) it was snowing! She did NOT want to go outside. AT ALL. Not even in her stylish new coat (which, admittedly, is too big for her... so much so that she can't really walk in it... more like stumble backwards).

Right now she's sleeping comfortably in David's arms. We can expect to be woken up tonight at about 2 am and 4 am. But it could be worse!

She's finally here!

A few clips from Fergie's first days with us in her new home. Make sure you watch until the very end and pay attention with the sound up...

FERGIE!

It's quite obvious from the polling that our puppy's name is Fergie. To be exact, her name is Ferguson Eunice Germanotta-Ciccone.

Here's the latest picture! Two days and counting!

Telephone Video!

Warning: Do not watch at work, unless you don't care about cursing, homicide and nipple tape in the workplace.

But DO watch. P and I love this song.

Puppy Picture!

T-minus one week until puppy 2010!

Per Carrie's Request...

I forgot how much I love the Oscars.  Well, really, I have such fond memories of the Oscar parties P,D and I used to throw.  We would spend all day making apps, then get dressed up, then have everyone fill out ballots and win prizes.  The BEST part, though, was making catty comments during the show.  Oh, good times.

We had tossed around the idea of linking our Oscar parties, but the one Brian and I were going to host was a much more laid back affair (Bag of Stacey's pita chips and some hummous), plus we had a time difference.  (AND some technical difficulties as we decided to pause tv until our 2 guests got there, then everytime we tried to rewind or fast fwd, it would skip ahead to live tv, so I think we missed a lot.)  I think we should coordinate next year...  maybe we should switch between Chicago and Denver?

Today, I am enjoying looking at pictures from the after parties.  My new favorite couple: Sandra and Jesse.  Most likable celebrity: Gabourey Sidibe (and her mom who laughed heartily at Steve Martin's joke about his first role being as a poor black child, too).  Least likable: Vera Farmiga (or Veal Parmigana as I like to call her.  It helps me remember he name.)  What am I not getting here?  She seems listless to me.  And interesting looking at best.  Also: Woman I Would Most Like to Age Like: Sigourney Weaver. 

An amusing after party shot:

AVATARIZE YOURSELF

Fergie o' the Week

A bit awkward, Fergs, but that's ok. You're still cute.

WTF, McDonald's?!?

I haven't eaten at McDonald's for LITERALLY years. But if there was any chance of that happening ever again it was destroyed by the latest commercial for their Filet-O-Fish. This commercial has played on just about every commercial break for about the past two weeks. And I hate it with a passion. So much. I want to go deaf and blind when it comes on.

And could someone please tell me what the hell it means? Seriously, I want to know! A singing fish calling on the cell phone? HUH?! OMG, just thinking about it makes me angry! Who is the marketing genius that came up with this? Because they should be fired. Now. I'll wait, McDonald's.

Thought for the day

I can never be one of those people who stocks up on food. Why? Because I will eat all of it, probably in one sitting. OK, I'm not THAT bad, but still.

One of my employees just showed me her "food drawer". Said drawer is literally FULL of goodies, and my mouth started watering immediately. If that was my drawer, it would quickly turn into a "food compartment" within the drawer, and eventually would be nothing but a few random loose almonds, a paperclip or two, and an unidentifiable piece of hard candy with lint stuck to it.