a diary of my life, the good, the bad and the ugly
Friday, June 20, 2008
I got in at 9:05 this morning and am still bored out of my mind.
I have to find a new job. I just applied to about 20 odds and ends jobs. Just in case I do get the personal training job, I need to supplement my income.
I'm the proud mummy of Paddy the pug who is now 15.5 years old (born June 9, 2005). My Boston terrier bro Guga (born November 16, 2006) got killed in a car accident in May of 2009. I miss him every day. Paddy is not Irish, although he may pretend to be on St. Patrick's Day to get extra treats. Guga was named after Gustavo Kuerten, the three-time French Open champion, whose gregarious personality Guga exemplifies.
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