Dedicated to Teddy

You may never truly understand his appeal, and I don’t care.







^ My favorite! Eegor desperately wanted to be in the shot — his leg made it in, hehe!

I also have a few more photos on my Flickr.


3 dogs playing from Sonya Parker on Vimeo.

Teddy vs. the floor mat from Sonya Parker on Vimeo.

Teddy snoring from Sonya Parker on Vimeo.

Don’t worry, my Eegor obsession will resume shortly. Muahahaha!

Oh yeah, and Ben and my trip up to New Jersey was great. It’s good to be back in VA,, but I miss my family a whole bunch! No worries, I’ll be seeing them again in 22 days. Woo!

Sleep tight?

Yesterday, I left work about 45 minutes early because I had horrible/terrible/no good/very bad cramps. Ben and my new [queen size] mattress was delivered earlier in the day, so I was looking forward to going home and relaxing on it.

Since we upgraded from a full size mattress to a queen size, we had to purchase all new bedding, and the quest to find what we were looking for was quite arduous, as I’m really particular about certain things. After plenty of looking we finally decided on this duvet set from Kohls, and these supposedly amazing Egyptian Cotton sheets from Overstock (in white). Man, I was so excited to get everything!

So, I get home yesterday evening, in hopes of quickly popping on the freshly washed Egyptian Cotton sheets and relaxing in bed all night, while trying to forget about the horrible pains in my stomach. I walk into our bedroom, unfold the sheets and start positioning the fitted sheet on our bed. “Wow, that doesn’t look right” I say to myself. As it turns out, Overstock sent us the wrong size sheets. Our beautiful new mattress looked miniature with a king size fitted sheet on it = strike 1.

At that point I was annoyed, but I wasn’t ready to kill anyone. The solution was simple — run to Target or Bed Bath and Beyond and buy some new white sheets, and return these defective ones ASAP. Ok, cool, no biggie. I was about ready to go when I heard my washing machine stop, signaling that our duvet and shams were ready to be pulled out and put into the dryer. So, I reach in, grab the duvet, take a look, and immediately realize something is very wrong. The duvet and shams, which I washed with cold water as the directions noted, had completely bled all over themselves. The once white circles were now a light poop color = strike 2.

At that point, I was thoroughly POed. All I wanted to do was go to bed, but no, I had to run to Bed Bath and Beyond to find replacement bedding. And no, I couldn’t leave well enough alone and just sleep on what we had — I’m a stickler for certain things, so this needed to be done, or else I would have dwelled on it all night long. To my surprise, I found some suitable bedding, and left with a $200 hole in my pocket. Boy, will I be happy when I get a refund on those other items. Sheeesh.

Everything looks great and I slept like a baby last night. That is my story.

I know, I’m a perfectionist. Thanks! And my tummy is feeling better today.

I RSVP’ed to the pity party

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Sometimes, and more often now then ever before, I regret moving down to Virginia. I miss my family and friends in New Jersey so much. I guess being away from them has made me realize just how important they are to me, and how much I want them in my life on a daily basis. Ben works weekends pretty much 90% of the time, so he and I rarely spend any real quality time together, which is exceedingly frustrating since, you know, my “love language” is quality time. There are two reasons why I haven’t put my foot down and demanded that we move to New Jersey:

  1. I love my job too much to leave
  2. It’s not a wise time to sell our townhouse (evident by the current state of our economy)

Ben comes home from Las Vegas late tomorrow night/Monday morning. I’ll be sleeping, then it’s off to work I go.

Meh, I’m just having a pity party here at my house tonight. But don’t worry, my misery doesn’t need any company, I’ve got Eegor for that. I do, however, feel very accomplished today because I’m now 75% done with my Halloween costume. I just have to paint something (you’ll find out what soon enough) and buy some shoes.

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Baby face

Ever since I moved down to Virginia, I’ve been trying to convince my parents to move down here too. Not only is it significantly cheaper than New Jersey, but the weather is a lot more pleasant in the winter. Although, I have to admit I do miss getting hoards of snow. Plus, my Dad will be retiring in about 5 years, and they won’t need that big house anymore. Actually, they don’t even need it now.

I often wonder if any of my “convincing” will ever surmount to anything. How big is the chance that they’ll actually move down here? Should I have at least a little hope, or is it time I just smell the roses and give up? I suppose it’s somewhat selfish to ask them to move here for me, but if you knew our family dynamic you’d understand.

Ben and I want to have kids, but I desparately want both my parents to be around when we start our own family. Fortunately, that won’t be happening for another 5 years or so (hopefully), so we’ve got some time, but still, the thought crosses my mind on a daily basis. I guess I’m just scared.

I miss my family. Hmph.

Feed the fish

This is not a plea for comments ranging from “Aw, what’s wrong?” to “Is there anything I can do?”… I just feel like venting.

I’ve been¬†undeniably¬†down in the dumps lately. It could be my own doing, or maybe it’s justified seeing that I miss my family and friends in NJ. Ultimately, I still haven’t gotten completely used to living in Virginia, and oftentimes I feel like a fish out of water.

Back to the drawing board

Ben’s 1971 Yamaha motorcycle is doomed to never run. He’s been buying parts for it for the past 6 months or so, and just found out today that he was looking at the incorrect serial number all along, so they are all wrong! I guess we’re starting a Yamaha parts store on eBay! Ahhhhh! He did choose the Meatball # he wants to use though — 58 (SB = Sonya Ben). Yay!

Bah humbug

I’m bummed about not being able to see Barack Obama tomorrow. He’s speaking at a High School about 10 minutes from my house, and the tickets they were giving away were devoured in a matter of a few hours — at least that reiterates that people want him to become President! The ironic thing is Ben is working the event, but said he can’t get me in unless I go with him at 7AM tomorrow morning, and even that’s not guaranteed.

In any case, I’m watching Project Runway tonight, and eating spinach spaghetti with clam sauce, while I wallow in despair. Go Obama!

Strike 1

It looks like I’ll never see the new X Files movie (note recent post) — at least not anytime soon. I just checked showtimes for Sunday, which is when Ben gets home from Kentucky, and it’s not playing near here anymore. UGH! I guess I’ll just have to wait until it comes out on DVD. Hmph.

I REALLY want to believe

I’ve been meaning to see the new X Files movie, The X Files: I Want to Believe, since it came out a few weeks ago, but just haven’t gotten around to it. Ben and I were set on seeing it last Sunday evening, but when the time rolled around we just weren’t motivated anymore. Instead we decided to rent the first movie, The X Files: Fight the Future, which made me even more motivated to see the second. The thing is though, I stopped watching the show shortly after Fox left, so I don’t feel like I’ll know what’s going on. Though, I doubt I’ll have to as long as I know the underlying idea, which I do. I guess the reason I am a little reluctant to see it is because I’m worried I won’t like it. I loved the show, and I liked the first movie, but all of the above left me wanting more. I want Scully and Mulder to get together. I want everyone to admit that aliens exist and there’s a giant conspiracy to conceal their existence. I want, I want, I want… and what happens if I don’t get what I want? I’ll be disappointed. I don’t want to be disappointed.

Sunday, we’ll see.