Early Bird gets the Worm
It's barely 8:30AM and I've already done a gazillion things.
Cleaned my condo, coloured my hair, watched "W", and here I am LJ'ing.
There is indeed something that has to be said about an early start. I love it. If only I really was a morning person.
Yesterday, I went out and bought some makeup (Clinique was giving away free gifts, and I ONLY buy my stock of Clinique products when they're giving away freebies) and (I kid you not) the best strapless bra ever. Given that I've always been on the more generous side of the cup scale, I have never ever trusted strapless bras, and I'm glad to have found one that seems to work. I also bought some wedding shoes on sale at DSW even if I'm fully intending to wear custom coloured Nikes.
Yesterday's shopping spree is the direct result of me picking up my wedding gown today. That's the third thing I need to do on my already full day.
First off - I need to wash the dye from my hair. Then, I'm heading to my yoga class. Then, the Fiance and I are going to meet up with married friends for some dimsum, after which the wife and I are picking up my dress, and the husband and the fiance are going to play golf.
. . .
This week has been a tough one for me, with me finding out about Zoe's passing. I was a total mess, and would constantly break down at work. Thank goodness my cube neighbors are working downstairs in the lab, and I have nobody to bother me.
I did tell my former manager about what happened to Zoe. She is the loveliest, most understanding manager I've ever had and I totally love her. She lost her dog last year too, and telling her helped because she was cheering me on the rest of the week.
Later in the week, I found out HOW Zoe died. Apparently she was playing in the garden before anyone was awake and, possibly ate something she wasn't supposed to, and got sick and stopped eating. The vet came and examined her, thought she may have ingested pestecide. After a round of meds, she started eating a little bit, but on March 20th, she was moaning like she was in great pain. They did call the vet, but he was too late.
They buried her in a piece of land my family owns, where we used to have a fish pond and where we kept a bunch of other animals. This is the same piece of land where I buried my other pets.
My brother is going home in July, and he promised me he'd put a marker on Zoe's grave and some flowers. No other pet has a marker, but Zoe is very very special to us. I also put a photo of her in my cube, and I stare at her smiling face all day, and I know now that it wasn't my fault. But still, I should've been there.
In this case, Zoe was the early bird. And she did get the worm. But that's not necessarily a good thing this time.
Cleaned my condo, coloured my hair, watched "W", and here I am LJ'ing.
There is indeed something that has to be said about an early start. I love it. If only I really was a morning person.
Yesterday, I went out and bought some makeup (Clinique was giving away free gifts, and I ONLY buy my stock of Clinique products when they're giving away freebies) and (I kid you not) the best strapless bra ever. Given that I've always been on the more generous side of the cup scale, I have never ever trusted strapless bras, and I'm glad to have found one that seems to work. I also bought some wedding shoes on sale at DSW even if I'm fully intending to wear custom coloured Nikes.
Yesterday's shopping spree is the direct result of me picking up my wedding gown today. That's the third thing I need to do on my already full day.
First off - I need to wash the dye from my hair. Then, I'm heading to my yoga class. Then, the Fiance and I are going to meet up with married friends for some dimsum, after which the wife and I are picking up my dress, and the husband and the fiance are going to play golf.
. . .
This week has been a tough one for me, with me finding out about Zoe's passing. I was a total mess, and would constantly break down at work. Thank goodness my cube neighbors are working downstairs in the lab, and I have nobody to bother me.
I did tell my former manager about what happened to Zoe. She is the loveliest, most understanding manager I've ever had and I totally love her. She lost her dog last year too, and telling her helped because she was cheering me on the rest of the week.
Later in the week, I found out HOW Zoe died. Apparently she was playing in the garden before anyone was awake and, possibly ate something she wasn't supposed to, and got sick and stopped eating. The vet came and examined her, thought she may have ingested pestecide. After a round of meds, she started eating a little bit, but on March 20th, she was moaning like she was in great pain. They did call the vet, but he was too late.
They buried her in a piece of land my family owns, where we used to have a fish pond and where we kept a bunch of other animals. This is the same piece of land where I buried my other pets.
My brother is going home in July, and he promised me he'd put a marker on Zoe's grave and some flowers. No other pet has a marker, but Zoe is very very special to us. I also put a photo of her in my cube, and I stare at her smiling face all day, and I know now that it wasn't my fault. But still, I should've been there.
In this case, Zoe was the early bird. And she did get the worm. But that's not necessarily a good thing this time.