Cute Shih Tzu puppy needs doggy-sitter (North Side, Chicago)
I have a small 11lb. quiet, clean, well trained, well-groomed Shih Tzu that is in need of a doggie sitter. I travel often for work and need a reliable sitter for the pooch to be with while I am gone. I travel anywhere between 2-20 days a month.
This job is really for the person that wants a pooch of their own without the expense, as I will provide all food, toys, vet bills, grooming, etc. BUT I do not have $$ to pay someone to watch the pooch. I can offer Hair Services (color, cut) for you and your immediate family/friends in exchange for your service.
The pooch enjoys a quiet home, and is fairly independent. He only barks occasionally and is very low-maintenance. Serious inquiries please contact me @ firstname.lastname@example.org with some information about yourself your work/living situation, why you would like to watch my dog, etc.)
I arranged this deal with someone in Minneapolis when I lived there, and it worked out quite well. She loves the dog as if he is her own, and borrows him on weekends when she will be alone.
Location: North Side, Chicago
This is reality, people. HELP!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The Aquarium, Grenada is plastered with amazing artwork. They claim it's for sale but couldn't come up with a price. Kitchen, Bedroom, & Bath by H&M? whoa. Michelle, let's meet over some peas & carrots. World Envy: Dubai. RUN! Amateurs among professionals: Travel Envy. Subscribe. View previous issues. You'll thank me later. Barbie turns 50. Hot Damn! Goin' Detox.
I wish I were a Sleepyhead... instead I am up blogging at 2 AM.
Peace, Love, & Unicorns
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
A mermaid is a mythological aquatic creature that is half human (torso), half aquatic creature (e.g., a fish or dolphin tail).Various cultures throughout the world have similar figures. The word is a compound of mere, the Old English word for "sea," and maid, which has retained its original sense. The male equivalent is a merman.
Much like sirens, mermaids would sometimes sing to people and gods and enchant them, distracting them from their work and causing them to walk off the deck or run their ships aground. Other stories have them squeezing the life out of drowning men while attempting to rescue them. They are also said to take humans down to their underwater kingdoms. In Hans Christian Andersen's The Little Mermaid it is said that they forget that humans cannot breathe underwater, while others say they drown men out of spite. [wiki]
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I celebrate the green smoothie. Inspiration: Green Smoothie Blog.
Sweet Irish Creme Recipe
Couple Handfuls o' Spinach
Handful o' Green Grapes
Couple o' Mint Sprigs
Dash o' Vanilla
1/2 cup o' Soy Milk
6 ice cubes
I stepped off the plane in MSP at 6 PM. By 7 PM I was at the co-op filling up my re-usable bag with fresh greens and fruits.
Baby Spinach, Dinosaur Kale, Wheatgrass, Bananas, Green Grapes, Asian Pears, Kiwis, Ataulfo Mango, Cherimoya Apple, Blood Oranges, Tangerines, Avocados, Mint Springs - all smoothie ingredients.
Butternut Squash for roasted sweet goodness.
Whoever said the food on Cruise Ships is good was lying. It's nasty. The only hope you have is to find fresh fruits hand-picked off the trees & vines on the tropical Carribbean islands. Due to over-consumption of frozen, processed, not-so-fresh, not-so-organic foods, I am goin Detox. Ridding my body of the garb food that I was served day-in and day-out on the boat.
Barf bucket anyone?
Monday, March 16, 2009
Nauseated, as we rode up and down the rocky streets in the mountains of Grenada traveling 85 miles per hour at the very least.
Relieved yet discontent as we approach the Balthazar Estates, a destination for tubing through the flowing rivers high up in the mountains of the island. Instantly, a group of 5-6 young men approach, immediately instructing us to leave all of our personal items in the taxi cab and to strip down to our swimsuits.
“You will need your flipflops,” they said’ “The river is rocky.” They instructed me on how to connect my flipflops to the life jacket they asked me to wear.
We had to trust that after tubing a few hundred feet down the river, the cab driver would meet us at our final destination, where we will be served a Run Punch and recollect our items. Uneasiness flowed through our bodies, as we knew little about the cab driver that had approached us at the Port in town 30 minutes prior, soliciting work for the day, and bargaining a price.
Apprehensive, we crossed our fingers that we would see our wallets, jewelry, cash, and credit cards at the rivers end.
As we step off the ship in Dominca, we are instantly greeted by locals soliciting work for the day. “Hello ma’am, how are you? Would you like to visit a beautiful beach today?” “No Thank You,” we respond over and over and over again.
We had expected to be greeted by a guy holding a sign: eXteme doMinica. We would get in this strangers car and ride to the Cocoa Cottages which is home to a small guest house that sits deep in the rainforest. That is, prior to canyoning in an area of the island not many people get to see. He finally showed... 10 minutes late.
After being served fresh fruits and homemade juices at the guest house, we were sent to the outdoor changing area with wet suits, life jackets and harnesses. Again, we were asked to leave all of our belongings in a common room, there would be no room for them in the canyons.
Often times, when flagging a cab, we do not look a cabbie straight in his eye and never bother asking his name. Ignorant to the color of the cab and the company name boldly written on the side of the car.
My first trip to New York City (alone) I found myself in a taxi cab whose driver decided he would not accept my credit card. He demanded cash that I did not have. We argued. He insisted that I take money out of any ATM in a convenience store while he wait across the street and around the corner with my bags, my belongings, all of my favorite items locked in his trunk. With the cab out of site, I bolted across the busy streets of Manhattan to withdrawal money I did not have.
Needless to say, I never tracked that guy down.
Naturally, I write this post while lodged at the Sheraton Gateway LAX, half of my life packed within a few pieces of luggage. I have not been home since Feb. 28. Vulnerable to the outside world. My life constantly put in to someone else's hands........