Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Rumblies and Plums!

A couple of days ago my tummy was rumbling SO LOUD that Mom could hear me from the other room. She kept shoving me out my personal door (some call it a "doggy door") thinking maybe I had something inside that had to come out. Nada...nothing...phooey! And I'd hop back in after checking out the grass under the plum tree.

I LOVE the grass under the plum tree. It's soft, and green and shady. And when plums fall from the tree I like to push them around with my nose, kiss them, or take a bite out of them or...........?? It was awfully hard for Mom to see them from the house because they're still partly green and blend into the background pretty well.

Why is it that the things we love the best turn out to be bad for us? Mom saw me playing with a plum and yelled at me. "NOOOO!, Mary-Margaret! You leave those alone!". Well, good gosh! Why?

Mom "googled" plums and dogs for me. Well, HAH! The fleshy part that I love is ok, but I'm not supposed to eat the pits. Not that I would, mind you. But the fleshy part also causes some diarrhea which is consistent with my "rumblies". (I'm just repeating what I was told...personally I would have said "Here's the scoop on the poop!)

PLUMS are NOT my friend!!

Yours truly,


Sunday, June 27, 2010

PS about Sunday

I had the same thing Winnie the Pooh had, i.e., "Rumblies in my Tumblie". A lot of noise...gurgles, whistles and rumblies. Mom kept tossing me out of my little doggie door telling me to go do my business. What business? (I asked) I really don't have any business to do, and I don't know how come I'm making so much noise. Whatever it is, it's LOUD! I even ate my dinner, thinking maybe I was just hungry, but no...that wasn't it. Not to worry. My twist on Newton's Theory is that what goes in will come out. Yup. Works for me.

I have a bit of razor burn where my "privates" are. Very uncomfortable until we bought the spray on stuff at my special store. It's got some antiseptic and some pain killer stuff in it and a few squirts every so often makes me forget it's even there. Stuff happens and I am surrounded by people who would never purposely do me any harm at all.

My stylist loves me, not like my OLD stylist who kept cutting the top of my scalp with her metal comb and then would hide the bloody mess under a cute little bow. Mom came unglued which is why I don't go there any more. Some people are just plain stupid and shouldn't be allowed to be around fur babies.

Mom decided to do her own hair today. This is how it came out.

See? Highlights are good; color is good. Not perfect and dontcha just love that big old eyeball? Sort of matches her hair, I think.

So much for our Sunday chores...



Play Day at Miss Marilyn's

As soon as Mom said we were going to Miss Marilyn's for my spa day, I was READY!! We got out of the car and my feet were already moving. "Put me down!", I said. We went in through the gate and opened the door. Now I was really squirming to get down. I see my very good friends, Madison (Yorkette) and Chelsea & Zac (two Maltese kids) there. This is great. PLAY TIME!!

Finally my feet hit the floor and I am so gone like a shot. PLAY PLAY PLAY. I don't even say good-bye to Mom. I hear her from the door saying "Good bye, Mary-Margaret. I LOVE you!". Yeah yeah (I say), now let's get some serious games going here. I am in my element and ready to boogie.

By the time I got picked up about 5 hours later our play group had grown. There were Lyla and Kokomo (miniature Schnauzers), and Bailey, Skippy and Oliver (Shih Tzus). Most everyone was tethered to their own spot except for me and Madison. I think that's probably because we are fast on our feet and Miss Marilyn doesn't trip over us.

Here's what I looked like after my spa treatment:

Can you see the pretty silver star in the middle of my bow? It sparkles when the light catches it just so. I am very sorry to say that sometime last night my star fell off, probably in bed. We're changing sheets today which is a good thing so my mom doesn't roll over onto one of the pointy edges in the middle of the night. Yow!

Today we are just hanging out doing some laundry and housework. We went to the office yesterday for a few hours so that's all done with for the weekend.

Everly yours with love,


Thursday, June 24, 2010

Me and my friend, Lizzie!

As we were driving to work this morning, I saw my VERY good friend, Lizzie, and her mom taking a walk. "LIZZIE..LIZZIE", I said, and practically wagged my little tail off. Mom looks at me and says "Lizzie?", and I wagged even harder. She pulled over on the WRONG side of the street, just so I could say "Hello!".

Me and Lizzie go way back. We met at Miss Marilyn's (our stylist) place, along with Lizzie's brother, D'Arcy. Seems we know a lot of the same pups, too. I introduced Lizzie to my mom, and Lizzie's mom to my mom, and we all started chatting. Maybe 15-20 minutes later Mom says "Oh gosh...Mary-Margaret is late to work!", somehow making her dawdling all MY fault, but what else is new.

We wrapped it up and said our good-byes. I go to Miss Marilyn's for my quad-weekly haircut (every four weeks - "quad-weekly" - did I say that right?). I'll have to say hello to the gang from Lizzie. I know for sure that Madison will be there. She's my very best friend forever.

Gotta go...suppertime.

Love ya...


Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Father's Day and Mom's "Reunion"

Father's Day at Uncle Mike and Aunt Janet's house was fun and yummy, same as last year. And, FYI to Jackie and Hayley, Pirate's Booty (white cheese puffs) do NOT give pups gas! I'll write more on this later and post some pictures, but right now Mom is trying to get ready for work and keeps telling me to get off the computer.


Speaking of Mom, yesterday we went to her friend's house for a lot of remembering and a little lunch. Mom, Victoria, Lynn and Joan were all talking about events and people they knew from high school (Class of Winter 1962) and junior high school (Winter 1959). I tell YOUUUUU!!! Nothing compares to hearing four old ladies singing "Revere Junior High School...we gather to sing your praise!" (etc) They remembered all the words and the melody to their Junior High Alma Mater, but only the melody and a few words to their University High School one. Go figure, huh?

I sniffed, explored, and again attempted to be courteous by leaving a bit of scent on what turned out to be a rather expensive white natural fiber rug (I didn't recognize the animal it came from). Mom scowled at me, and Victoria suggested I be "put outside", which to me is like being banished from civilization. Can't humans just understand I was being polite? And thoughtful? And it did bead right up and you couldn't even see where it was after it got "blotted". Banished AND blotted! I am crushed. (sigh)

Outside I discovered a whole lot of new scents. Opossum, raccoon, skunk and chihuahua (Daisy belongs to Victoria's bookkeeper, Eleanor ...or is it Evelyn?), along with just a whiff of homeless lady (I was told she was found sleeping on Victoria's patio not too long ago). Victoria (who Mom keeps accidently calling "Vickie" like she did 50 years ago) lives in the nicest part of Pacific Palisades over looking a canyon and some ocean, so that bag lady must have really had to do some hiking to get up there. Probably just passed out from exhaustion, maybe?

OK...coffee is ready and Mom really needs to wake up.

I'll put some other stuff on later, ok?

Love, Mary-Margaret

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Happy Father's Day!

Going to see my Grandpa today. Woo hoo! Mom made potato salad and it must be ok. She didn't scowl or use her "magic words" when she tasted it. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but after she put it into the bowl to take to the barbeque and got it all pretty, she had some left over and even had it for her dinner.

No, she didn't share. Apparently there are quite a few things a puppy shouldn't eat besides raisins, grapes and avocadoes. So now she says I can't have pickles and onions and mustard and mayonnaise (which are all in the potato salad). Being a dog isn't much fun come suppertime.

Here's little Neeko's joke for the day. I thought it was pretty funny.

~“Please keep your dog beside you, sir,” a woman said crossly to the man sitting opposite to her on the bench at the park. “I can feel a flea in my shoe.” “Midnight, come here,” replied the man. “This woman has fleas.”~

(hee hee hee hee)

Happy Father's Day!!



Thursday, June 17, 2010

"THE" Mary-Margaret!

We left for work early this morning. Lots to do...lots to do!! We are sort of behind in our billing. Mom says it's like surfing paper waves, trying to stay on top of things.

We get to the corner where the light is and Mom goes "Doggie doggie doggie!". You know that game we play? So I look over and here's this little Maltese that looks a little familiar. I think that's my friend Lizzie. We slow down to a stop and roll down the window.

Me and Lizzie say "Arf!" and rub noses. Mom says "Hello!" to Lizzie's mom and they start talking and exchanging names. When Mom says "And this is Mary-Margaret!", the lady goes "Whoa....not "THE" Mary-Margaret!". "Um....well, yes!", says Mom. "How do you know Mary-Margaret? From the store?".

"No no", says the lady. "From Marilyn!". Well, I could have told them that if they'd asked but they seemed like they were having fun yakking. And also she has a friend who reads my diary who told her about me. Lizzie and I just rolled our eyes at each other, happy that now maybe our appointments with our personal stylist, Marilyn, will be made on the same day. We're both everly such good friends with Madison, too. We will have a party!

This is a good time to mention that Maltese girls look very nice with short hair, too. Lizzie says she gets hers done every six weeks; I go every four. Small world, huh?


Mary-Margaret "THE MARY-MARGARET" O'Brien

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Little Neeko's Joke of the Day

My VERY good friend, little Neeko, says I can post his jokes here if nothing important is going on in my day. And trust me...Mom's been working really hard and I'm everly so bored.

Here's the joke:

~A cocky State Highways employee stopped at a farm and talked with an old farmer. He told the farmer: "I need to inspect your farm for a possible new road."

The old farmer said: "OK, but don't go in that field." The Highways employee said: "I have the authority of the State Government to go where I want. See this card? I am allowed to go wherever I wish on farm land."

So the old farmer went about his farm chores.

Later, he heard loud screams and saw the State Highways employee running for the fence and close behind was the farmer's prize bull. The bull was madder than a nest full of hornets and the bull was gaining on the employee at every step!!

The old farmer called out: "Show him your card!!"~

(hee hee hee hee hee)

OH YEAH...I forgot to mention. We had a big earthquake or two last night. So kewl...sure breaks up an otherwise dull night. 9:26PM right toward the end of "The Bachelor". How inconvenient, huh? Mom wait for a commercial before she checked the USGS site for the magnitude. It started out as maybe 5.9 but now they say is's only 5.7. Still quite a shaker, though.

Love, Mary-Margaret

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sunday and MaryElizabeth

Yesterday, on Sunday, we got a call from my VERY good friend, MaryElizabeth Dugmore, who is also my Editor at The Yorkie Times. She was at her parents' house in Hemet, and so we dropped everything and raced right over. We had the best time visiting with MaryElizabeth, her mom Connie, dad Bill, grandsons Danny and Adam. They are the nicest people and time just flew by we had so much fun.

Connie is the youngest 96 year old I have ever met. She is incredibly talented and makes porcelain figuerines, some are totally indistinguishable from Lladro (pronounced Yaa-drow), some from Hummel, but mostly they are her own creations with layers and layers of porcelain lace and teensy little hand applied roses. She paints tea sets and lamps and pictures and ...wow!

I didn't see much of Bill as he was totally engrossed in a golf game, but I knew he was there because he let out several whoops when something interesting happened. Bill was also instrumental in the distribution of Ollalaberry pie to everyone but me.

Danny just gets handsomer every time I see him. This is the first time in person, and let me tell you....he is in this world to make a difference. He's getting ready to go to college - the Rose-Hulman Institute of Technology in Terra Haute, Indiana, where he's majoring in both Physics AND Engineering. I expect to hear great things about him in the future. This is a picture of Danny and his girlfriend at Prom. (If I were human and he didn't have a girlfriend already, and I wasn't promised to Hashi already...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I tell YOUUUU!!)

Adam is amazing. He's very alert and quite verbal, causing Mom to ask him just how old he was. He's 10, but he's maybe 21 inside. The exchanges between Adam and the others made us all forget that he was a kid....until he brought out his thing-a-ma-bob (PS3? Nintendo?) Super Hi tech and looked totally fun. I was wondering how come Yorkie's don't have thumbs? I could have fun with a gadget like that.

And MaryElizabeth! I fell in love with her right away and gave her hugs and kisses. Mom kept teasing me saying "You want to go home with MaryElizabeth?", but I am very loyal to my family. I was very nice and loving to MaryElizabeth but I think I made it perfectly clear that when Mom left, I'd leave too. I can't think of a better person than MaryElizabeth to run the YTNR (Yorkshire Terrier National Rescue) . Nope. Also, she knew when I was thirsty and she brought me a loverly crystal bowl of water and set it on the floor. While I appreciated that gesture of kindness, I really preferred drinking from MaryElizabeth's personal glass. I just wanted to be like everyone else, you know. And I thank her for being so perceptive and so nice to share with me, too.

You can probably tell I was perfectly happy to stay with MaryElizabeth and her family (if Mom had stayed, too). How come is it that just about the time you are so comfy and happy and could stay someplace forever that it's time to go home?

Oh, such is life! (sigh)


Mary-Margaret O'Brien

Saturday, June 12, 2010

Lazy Saturday Again

We just hung out today. Did some laundry and changed the bed linens. Watched a couple of movies, and tried to watch another one called "The Road", but it was really hard to watch. Being so dark and the voices sort of mumbled together, we couldn't really pay much attention to it. We'll try again later. Maybe if we watch it 15 minutes at a time it won't seem like such a chore.

I sat at my window by the front door and said "Hello" to people, dogs and cats that went by. Mom just kept saying "Shush, Mary-Margaret!" and put her finger to her lips. "Shhhhhh! Bark quietly!", she'd say. Now really! Have you EVER heard a dog bark quietly, I ask? Well, I can. It sort of sounds like "whuuff", and my cheeks puff out a bit and my mouth is sort of puckered like I'm whistling, which I might learn to do now that I can pucker.

That's pretty much how our day went. Nothing spectacular. I need to go remind my mom to give me my dinner, and my Metacam and Cosequin. I am very much better today. I'm not supposed to jump up on the bed but I do anyway, most of the time. If I have any trouble I just hold up my arms and say "Help, please?", and I get picked up. Although that's not the perfect solution because sometimes that hurts my armpits, it's better than sitting on the floor.



Friday, June 11, 2010

Going Home Itinerary!

When we are really finally at last going home, we step into the hallway and lock the door. Then usually we stop at the ladies' room, take care of business and then walk down the hall to the elevator.

Yesterday, Mom got all the way to the elevator and realized something was missing. MEEEEE!

OK...I followed the procedure. Here I am in the alcove where the Ladies' Room is.

You SURE you don't want to stop here first (I ask)?

EGADS!!! Yikes! Somebody was in the MEN'S room and I think we scared each other half to death. I tried to settle him down by making nice and kissing his hand. I sure hope he washed first.

OK..back to the schedule and I am now waiting for the elevator to come up to our floor. Silly Mom always says "Push the button, Mary-Margaret!". I'm maybe ..what?...16 inches tall? As if....!

Until tomorrow, have a great weekend.

Everly yours....

Mary-Margaret "The Lurker" O'Brien

Thursday, June 10, 2010


I had my appointment with Dr. "V" this morning. Her real name is Melanie Verreault. I even said "Hi" to her from my good friend Tracy who used to work with Dr. V at the Hill's pet clinic before they sold it.

I got weighed (9.9 pounds - I have to cut back on the kibble); I got my temp taken (101.3 - normal). Dr. V checked out my leg and said it's not hurting me. I could have told her that but she wanted to wiggle my foot and leg anyway.

Then, she wanted to see me run and walk. Mom and Dr. V played "Toss the Puppy" for a while. It was kind of fun. Dr. V would say "Go see Mommy!" and I skedaddle on over to Mom. Then Mom would slide me like a hockey puck across the shiny linoleum floor back to Dr. V. We did this a few times so that Dr. V could see how my knee was working.

After all this I got a prescription for Metacam. I'm supposed to put some on my supper along with my Cosequin for Cats (hmmmph?). Metacam is supposed to make my leg feel better and the Cosequin is for my joints. Pretty soon I'll be taking as many meds as Mom and Grandpa. (kidding....I sure HOPE I don't!)

I am very healthy and I made a lot of new friends. Two guys really hit on me. "Bruno", a brindle coated pit bull, and "Punkin", a brindle coated ...uh....well, your guess is as good as mine on that one. Bruno was really huge and Punkin was maybe about 25-30 pounds. I felt very safe in my little carseat on wheels that we use for a stroller.

Speaking of my stroller....Dr. V was SOOOO funny. She suggested to Mom that I get lots of help getting on and off furniture for a while, and then she laughed. She said she never thought she'd tell this to anypuppy, but when Mom takes me for walks she should put ME in the stroller instead of on a leash. That made me laugh, too. For one thing, I don't go on walks very often. I jog or race around the back yard checking for intruders instead. And my Mom doesn't walk much herself anyway, although she's always saying she should.

We'll call Dr. V back in about 10 days and tell her how my knee is doing. Then I get my teeth cleaned, and if my knee is still out of whack I'll get a couple of x-rays, too.

Me and Mom both got hugged by Dr. V when we said good-bye. We hugged her back, too.

There's the report, Grandpa. Now you have to promise you'll call your doctor, too, so you can get some stuff to make YOU feel better. OK?

Love and kisses....

Mary-Margaret "Your Nagging Granddoggy" O'Brien

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

It's June 8th - 12 more days!

Twelve more days until Father's Day. Then we get to see my Grandpa. I'm so excited. It's been maybe 4 months since the last time. He and I are VERY good friends.

Then...according to my calendar (yes, I have one!), it's 19 more days until Carter's 9th birthday. He's sure getting old. In dog years, that would be 63. Hmmmmm! I am 4 and one-half, so I guess that makes me a little over 30 in people years. I think it's about time humans stopped making baby talk to me. Yup. I am their equal and should be treated as such.

What we did today is this: We WORKED! I had a few clients, which means I got a few belly rubs. Mom didn't get nearly as much as she thought she would done. I know she had plans and it was all mapped out, and then unexpected things happened and it threw her whole schedule out the window.

One guy came in for us to serve an "Unlawful Detainer" on a deadbeat tenant. He only had the complaint and it wasn't filed with the court yet. Mom helped him go through his papers and she highlighted stuff that was missing, then sent him home to fix it all. He called and said that he didn't want to file the complaint with the court; he just wanted the tenant evicted. Mom patiently explained how that could only be done through "due process", and by getting a court order for possession. Sometimes she just has to explain things very patiently so that her clients understand.

Yesterday a lady came in with divorce papers and she was missing some things. We spent about a half hour or more with her and got her the stuff she needed. She seemed pretty happy that she didn't have to worry about her paperwork. That's what we do. Mom goes through paperwork, and I flip on my back and get belly rubs. Sometimes, I even give kisses if our clients are especially stressed. I'm VERY good at calming them down.

Mom's going to go fix my dinner now. Chicken and kibble and something sprinkled over the top of my food so my joints will work better. I have a luxated patella which makes my knee pop in and out. It doesn't bother me much except it makes me limp a bit. I don't care for that at all. She's going to make an appointment with my beautiful wonderful Dr. V (that would be Melanie Verreault) at Woodcrest in Riverside. Dr. V and I go waaaaaay back to when I was a baby, and I trust her.

I know...I know...I get started talking and sometimes I don't know when to quit.

Love you....


Sunday, June 06, 2010

How many gallons in a barrel? And Neeko's Joke!

We are so happy that BP was able to install a temporary solution to the Gulf of Mexico oil leak. On June 5th, they recovered 10,500 barrels of oil and flared 22,000,000 cubic feet of gas. Flaring means the process of burning waste gases from the production of fossil fuels, chemical plants, or landfills, usually it's methane.

Here's an interesting piece of information. A lot of reports refer to the number of barrels spilled or contained, while other reports refer to gallons. There are 42 gallons in a barrel (in most instances, with some exception), so if you're looking at 10,500 barrels of oil being recovered, you are looking at over 441,000 gallons.

A cubic meter is 35.3 cubic feet, or 3.1 cubic yards. A cubic meter is also 1000 liters. Using me as an example, I guess it would take 35 of me, including my tail, to fill a box that is a cubic meter AND leave me room to wag and breathe. Get the picture?

Quiz: How many cubic meters of gas were flared on June 5th?

(hee hee hee...don't you just love surprise tests?)



PS - Here's Neeko's joke for the day:

~The Top Ten Differences Between Cats & Dogs:
10. Dogs come when you call them. Cats take a message and get back to you when they are good and ready.
9. Dogs will let you give them a bath without taking out a contract on your life.
8. Dogs will bark to wake you up if the house is on fire. Cats will quietly sneak out the back door.
7. Dogs will bring you your slippers or the evening newspaper. Cats might bring you a dead mouse.
6. Dogs will play Frisbee with you all afternoon. Cats will take a three-hour nap.
5. Dogs will sit on the car seat next to you. Cats have to have their own private box or they will not go at all.
4. Dogs will greet you and lick your face when you come home from work. Cats will be mad that you went to work at all.
3. Dogs will sit, lie down, and heel on command. Cats will smirk and walk away.
2. Dogs will tilt their heads and listen whenever you talk. Cats will yawn and close their eyes.
1. Dogs will give you unconditional love forever. Cats will make you pay for every mistake you've ever made since the day you were born.~

And here's Neeko:

PPS - Hi, Theresa from Kerkhoven. Me and Sophie were talking about getting our nails done together, a "pawdicure", if you will. Maybe in August?

Friday, June 04, 2010

R.I.P. little Mia!

My new friend from the office next door passed suddenly last Friday. She'd been coughing and sneezing and the vets misdiagnosed her. She'd had her distemper shot but that's what took her down. Distemper. Who'd have thought?


Her dad, Hector, said she died in his arms. Poor little baby was only maybe four months old. This makes me very, VERY sad. And poor Hector. He just lost Zeus (the Weimaraner) a couple of months ago, and he got Mia from a rescue place to honor Zeus' memory.

HERE'S A BUNCH OF PICTURES OF ZEUS (see below). He was my very good friend, too, and a very handsome dog, don't you think? I was just a baby back then, and Zeus was one of my very first friends. We were pretty tight until he accidently stepped on me. Then we were still close friends, but more from a distance where it was safer. I still sniff his favorite bushes outside the office to remember him by.

God bless Zeus and Mia. See you at the bridge someday.



Thursday, June 03, 2010

Neeko's Joke of the Day!

Dear Grandpa - My VERY good friend, Neeko, likes to tell me jokes. He's so funny and they're the kind of jokes Mom lets me hear. Here's the one for today (posted with Neeko's permission):

~Seems an elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years.
He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%. The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, "Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased you can hear again."
To which the gentleman said, "Oh, I haven't told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I've changed my will five times!"~

(hee hee hee)

I thought you'd laugh at THAT one.

Here's another you'll appreciate:

~Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to himself, "this driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!" So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over. Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies -- two in the front seat and three in the back -- wide eyed and white as ghosts. The driver, obviously confused, says to him, "Officer, I don't understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?" "Ma'am," the officer replies, "you weren't speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers". "Slower than the speed limit? No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly... Twenty-two miles an hour!" the old woman says a bit proudly. The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that 22 was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error. "But before I let you go, Ma'am, I have to ask... Is everyone in this car OK? These women seem awfully shaken and they haven't muttered a single peep this whole time," the officer asks. "Oh, they'll be all right in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119."~

Mom says you used to tell really good jokes when she was little. And stories about Bernie Bunny and Sy Seagull. And she remembers that you'd sing some silly song about "Clancy lowered the boom..boom...boom...!" when you'd take walks along the beach. She was maybe three years old but she hasn't forgotten those times...the best of times ever.


Love you, Grandpa...

Your Grand Dog, Mary-Margaret

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

It's June!! Summertime!! Woo hoo!

The weather is nice and I don't have to wear sweaters. I'm really not much on clothes, anyway. I figure if God wanted puppies to wear clothes he wouldn't have put so much fur on us. Right?

We got to work and got some stuff done. People came in which is always nice. We had a retired couple (I was going to say "older" but Mom glared at me and said "Older than WHOM??", so I changed that to retired, but I digress)....a RETIRED couple who found that they had some money coming and needed Mom to notarize their claims. While they were there, Mom found three more sources of money for them so they'll be doing three more claims.

I don't do much when it comes to notarizing, so I fell asleep. Pretty soon our clients ears perked up and they said "What IS that?", referring to my somewhat unladylike snoring. When told it came from me, they assumed I was a boy and asked if "he always does that"? Um..."Her name is Mary-Margaret and Yes, she is quite the little sleeper!", my mom said.

When I sleep, I put 100% of my skills to work and I make the best out of my nap that I can. I just LOVE napping. I'm very good at it.

Oh...if any of you guys want to see if you have any money, here's what you do. You "google" "unclaimed funds" and the name of the State you're looking in. Then you go to the comptroller's link (it'll direct you) and search for your name. If you have a name like "Van Wyck" try it with the space and without "VanWyck" because it might be either way. It's fun and sort of like finding money in parking lots, which I do all the time.

Happy First of June!