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...since I hardly ever use this at all anymore.

4:27am. Emre calls to chat about his work woes.

I distinctly remember buying him a watch. I see him wear it.

Must ask him if he can tell time.

*yawn*

My diploma finally arrived! Time to frame it and hang it proudly, where it will be until it is replaced with my masters.

I know that taste is what really counts when it comes to food, but I sometimes feel like my meals lack in presentation.

( here are some of the meals I've made in the past month )

October 9th, 2007:
Christmas shopping to commence in 3, 2, 1....go!

I plan on having it all done by the end of the month and ALL on amazon cuz I HATE the mall at christmas time and its bad enough I have to work in one.

You can't really see it there, but he is wearing a t-shirt of a doggie skeleton. Its cute, trust me.

Tyler and I watch this show on TLC called Take Home Chef. The basic premse is that this famous British chef (Curtis) confronts a house wife and says he'll help her make a fabulous dinner for her significant other.

They always do the show in southern California or Chicago.

This morning Ty and I wanted coffee before he went to class and I went to the library. As we drove through the QFC parking lot, we saw the yellow shirts of the production crew and went in! Sure enough, there was a WHOLE film crew, lights, sound and Curtis. He's even hotter in person!

And they were in my QFC!!! The one I frequent in pajamas for chocolate milk and bagels!!

We stayed for a few min, but Tyler had physics lab. I got a semi-decent pic on my phone, but the housewife is kinda in the way. Apparently I might be in one shot, so said a crew member.

It airs in 48 weeks! Check it out!

Bratwurst got neutered on Thursday.

Much to my excitement, he had a cone on his head. The hilarity of the cone soon wore off as I realised he can't drink or eat with it on. He also kept getting stuck in the grass.



so this morning, I had had enough of that stupid cone. It kept poking me in my sleep. I got up, went into our medicine drawer and sound a solution.

He now has a Buzz Lightyear bandaid covering his stitches on his weiner. No more stupid cone.

We have had Bratwurst for just under a week now and in that period, we have had sufficient time to get to know him.

He weighs about a three pounds, but feel like just a few ounces.

( its so hard to type when there is a puppy on the keyboard )