Sports Gal

Brett reads The Sports Guy on ESPN. He's a big fan. He read Bill Simmons book entirely on the toilet last year. Thank god we had two bathrooms!

Anwyays - his wife writes her own random columns when she does her "picks". They are always pretty funny and Brett and I think they could be our best friends. My "Woman Doctor" works in the same office with Bill Simmon's step mom. I felt like we were connected. I looked at pictures of their baby. It was weird.

Anyways - her article today was pretty funny.

Click here to read.

I pick EXACTLY the same way for the March Madness pools. Except I throw in things like "I hate that kid that looks like he doesn't wash his face so I'll root against his team even though they are good". Same thing for the Suns. I could never root for a Steve Nash team. Hopefully he doesn't come to Boston. Wash your hair and I'll pick your team. As we already learned I am not a football fan so my "picks" are just random. For example even though my friend Julie goes there I could never pick Stanford to win anything. They have a TREE for a mascot. How lame is that. I dont actually think that there could be anything worse than a friggin tree. I usually pick UConn because I was there when Rip Hamilton won the title. I was doing keg stands with frat boys. It was amazing! I also usually pick fun schools like Gonzaga. I just like the name. The cool part is that they are usually a good school to pick. If UCLA is good that year (which I will know since Brett is OBSESSED) I usually pick them to win it all unless its against UConn. Since I'm in Boston no one picks UCLA so I usually last pretty long in the pools. That's how I make my picks.

Fon-Don't & Stealing Jesus

I AM going to hell for this but I just think its damn hysterical!

Headline: Six injured by exploding fondue

Three people were taken to hospital with serious burns after a gas-powered fondue set exploded.

WHAT?????? SERIOUSLY?? oh and gas powered? That's some SERIOUS fondue-ing right there. I will admit that the one time I got the urge to fondue I almost burned my tiny apartment down. Open flame + Jaci = disaster. Apparently these people shouldn't be around an open flame or any gas for that matter. I love this shit.

Ok so then I also stumbled on this story.

Teen charged in GPS-equipped Jesus

Who steals a baby Jesus? Also... who has a GPS-equipped Jesus? There are a million jokes here but I'll give the Big Guy a break on this one.

Back to Work

I'm back to work this week. Yesterday and today have been uneventful. I think I got a total of 15 emails in two days. I started a couple of things on the To Do list but I'm not sure I will be able to finish them. I have no energy. I think the 20 people that were in the office today at 11am are no longer here. Did I miss the memo that everyone was leaving at noon? Damn!

I fixed up my digital picture frame I got from my mom for Christmas. Its pretty cool but the "slow" speed is still pretty fast. I would actually like to look at the pictures before they speed to another one. I'm already sick of the 100 or so pictures I put in there because I see them all about every 5 minutes. I'm going to have to cut it down to just scenery pics or something. Its making me nauseous.

I might roll out of here at like 3pm. T minus 60 minutes and counting.

Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you are having a great day. I am busy downloading new songs and videos to my iPod Touch that I got for Christmas. Apparently the limit we put on gifts for eachother was ignored because I got a gift double the cost of the limit. Brett claims that it was because he got Celtics Season tickets. Soo.. yay for me!

Merry Christmas. I am off to get ready to go to my parents. Brett is brining his Xbox and his new Guitar Hero game to play over there.

TV Sucks!

So this writers strike is really starting to piss me off. After a day like mine all I want to do is get under 50 blankets and watch TV on my couch with my "lap dog" on top of me. Last night I was forced to watch CSI: Miami but had to turn it off before Horatio did his famous one-liner.

If this Writers Strike is going to force me to listen to Horatio Cane say things like "The verdict is in, but the Jury is out" and "drive by Miami Style" I might have to poke my eyes out. I also found this great video of all the good one liners clipped together - amazing!!!



Looks like I'll be watching old shows like Doogie Howser MD on Hulu.

Spouses Watch Out!

so I'm posting a lot today. I might have to take a few days off.

A couple months back when Brett was still in OCS we hung out with some local Boston CG people. I met a bunch of great couples and one of the women asked me to join a Yahoo Coast Guard Spouse group. I did and I've regretted it ever since.

At first it was OK. I knew these women were nothing like me. They were gossipy and all of them were 24 with 2+ kids (typical right) with screen names like "honeypoohbearlover" and "hugsandkissesformyman". Shit like that makes me want to gag. Regardless - I had something in common with these women and I was going to stick it out.

Then the emails started rolling in with members asking for baby clothes and talking about their "DH's" whatever that stands for (in the context of their husband but what is the "D"?). It was annoying but like a bad car crash I wanted to sit and watch.

A week or so ago a woman emailed in saying this "Hello hope your all well and doing great! I'm going through a divorce. It was a long time coming and I am back with my family in RI. We only took the clothes on our back literally it was one of those get in the car and drive now situations."

I was shocked that this random women mass emailed the entire group to tell them about this situation and bash her husband. Ummm hello - its the f***ing Coast Guard! Its like 30,000 members - pretty sure all our husbands know this guy and now we are all thinking he beats the shit out of her or something.

I left the group today. Being the bitch I am, I sent an email to the group leader and told her that I didn't appreciate the mass email and that I hope that my husband isn't that woman's boss because that could be pretty bad. I also said that I didn't want to be a part of a group of women that gossip to "support" each other.

Am I being too extreme? I figure if this group is for the spouses to support each other and our husbands why on earth would someone want to put something like that in my head. I have met some wonderful CG wives but most of the women that I hear about are like this. They have husbands that DON'T talk to them so they have to talk to OTHER women to find info out. Try marrying a man that actually TALKS to you! If you don't know when your husband is coming home then there is something terribly wrong with your marriage. I'm probably going to be beat up after this post by an anonymous CG Spouse.

The Menorah is 10 feet tall

My good friend and Maid of Honor just called me. She is taking classes at good old University of Hartford where we both got our undergrad degrees. The call I got was hysterical...

AC: "So I'm on campus and the menorah is double the size and there is no Christmas Tree in sight."
Me: "Take a picture. Classic UHa with the enormous Menorah. I NEED a picture!"
AC: "Its in the middle of the lawn. Probably 10 feet tall."
Me: laughing uncontrollably

So.. if you haven't figured it out already Amy and I were the minority here. Those of us who believed in Jesus were just a handful - we stuck together.

Update: 3:30pm!!! And here is the picture!!!

Christmas List

What is everyone getting their loved ones for Christmas? I have a couple ideas for Brett but I have no idea what he'll actually want. Do people want the interesting gifts or the ones they actually need? For example Brett needs a new belt. Is he going to like getting it for Christmas?

I'm going to try for the 50/50 split on want and need for this Christmas.

Rep Love

It was an awesome game on Monday night. We froze our asses off and there wasn't enough Baileys for the hot cocoa but it was a damn fun time!

Thank God I bought some Under Armour for under my jeans. They almost didn't fit since my ass and thighs are about to bust open most jeans I own! I was happy I over-packed and over-dressed for the event because I'm not sure I could have handled being much colder. This was only the second game that the Pats didn't out score the team by 20 pts.

Of course this was the FREEZING cold night that I had to stay all 4 Quarters to get a win out of the Pats! We stayed until the bitter end and rounded out a good 6 hours at the stadium. I got to hear the nice Baltimore accent in full force. It has something to do with the "O's" and now I search for it everywhere. I keep asking my asst planner about her "hoouuumme" read "home".

I went back to the hotel for some beers and late night pizza followed up by the hottest bath I have ever taken. The next morning was rough but we survived and had a blast.

This week has been the week of Rep Love. After I got back from Baltimore it was my birthday. I received a chocolate cake in the mail and then a bottle of Champagne sent to my dinner with Brett later that night. I was very pampered this week and it was AWESOME!

Thank you to everyone who wished me a good birthday. It was a great day!

Not A Football Fan

Tonight I am flying to Baltimore to watch the Monday Night Football game - Pats vs Ravens. Some of you might know that I'm not exactly a football fan. I don't understand the game no matter how hard I try. I think the fact that it takes multiple trys to get to 1st down is retarded. I understand baseball and basketball but Football... for some reason I just don't get it.

So... you are now thinking that this bitch who doesn't like the game is now flying down to Baltimore to watch it is more retarded than her ideas about a 1st down. Yes - I know. I'm an idiot. I like watching live sports. I don't have to understand the game to stare at the hot, big, muscular guys in tight pants run around the field. I don't have to like the multiple times it takes to get to a 1st down to enjoy a sweaty Tom Brady on the sidelines.

My husband and most of my friends and co-workers are angered by my lack of love for the game of Football. I feel like they give me a little extra slack b/c I am a season ticket holder for the Celtics. Do you? Is it ok? Can I be a one-sport woman? Basketball is the only sport that I can watch on TV (Tommy Heinson is amazing) and live. Baseball is ok but since Brett is an angels fan its All Baseball All The Time and that can get annoying. There really isnt anything like going to a Sox game though... amazing.

Ok - back to Football...
Tonight should be a great time - my first boondoggle with work. My first taste of the fun trips that happen with spending huge amounts of ad dollars on websites. I have my Ski gear and Uggs ready to battle any weather that December can throw at me.

Thanksgiving - the real event

So Thanksgiving this year was a pretty tame event. Considering the past couple of years have been pretty different it was nice to get back to the norm.

Last year I was in Ohio with Brett so we spent the day with the Wagner family. We had an amazing meal and great company. There was an odd green Jello dish that I did not touch. Apparently "the boys" love this dish... i decided to pass.

The year before that I got engaged. The night before I puked on myself and blamed Hillary Kiley for puking on me. My white lie would have been ok if I didnt then puke on myself again after I called my mother at 4am to pick me up. Its ok because Sara cried her eyes out to her ex-boyfriend from HS and made my pathetic story less in comparison. THEN I got engaged and my puking was God Damn hysterical!

This year it was just family and one invited bar customer. The "Bar Guy" didnt show so it was just a family event with "Bob's oldest daughter" aka Kerri showing up for dessert and wine. My cousin Amy didnt have the baby so that was good news - the basketball under her dress is set to fall out on 12/21 although we all think it will be sooner. Check her out!

Thanksgiving Part 1

Saturday night I had a pre-thanksgiving day party with my friends from The Agency. We arrived fashionably late with dessert, dog and Brett's fresh military hair cut. Not many of the girls from work have met Brett so they were all in for some good staring.. umm talking. Brett got some good ego boosting comments - that he obviously remembered and tortured me with the next day. "So I'm hot Brett huh?" "Maureen says that I could have done better... whatcha think?"

We ate, we drank, we sang Celine Dion songs (don't ask) and we had a blast. The dog ran around all day trying to find stuff on the floor that was dropped. We will be sending a bill to the hosts for our dog's carpet cleaning services next week. There was a lively game of Kings in which CN blurted out "Touched by an Angel" as a Madonna song. I also apparently though that a rhyme for "His name was Bob" was "I needed to lob - it off". Apparently that didn't rhyme. I didn't understand why. hehe

Several hours into the night we walked to the bar where some other good quotes were said. One of them by the other host was "If this girl lost 60 pounds she would probably be cute" to the girl he was playing (read: flirting) a video game with. Brett loved my work friends. He always felt like he was missing out since he didn't know this new crew. He was part of the old tradition at The Agency but most of those people were long gone and make a crap load more money than I do at their jobs in SF, NY and at Yahoo!/MSN.

At the end of the night we came back to pick up the dog at the host's apartment. We had locked Billie Jean in the kitchen. Of course our dog was not OK with being left in the kitchen. She could NOT sleep on tile! So she slammed herself into the bedroom and passed out on the covered chair. We found her sleeping on her back like she was drunk. She might have been....

All in all a great night. Thanks to all! Esp to MB and The Meat for being great hosts!

my condo

So Brett and I bought our condo in July. Since then its been great with a few little things that drive me nuts.

1. The neighbor next door is INSANE. She left some other dog's poop on my door step for months b/c she thought i didn't pick up after my dog. She also threatened to sue me and my contractors multiple times for washing the outside brick. She deserves her own posting to discuss how INSANE she is.

2. The owners of the two other units do not live in this country.

3. Because of Reason #2 I now manage the condo association. This is not something I want to do.

4. The owner of unit 3 is trying to sell her condo and because of Reason #2 & #3 its a pain in MY ass. I am forced to clean and take care of every little random crap that's happening.

5. Its possible we have someone else's sewage draining into our building. If the "pee test" that the BPW did yesterday comes back Green - I have been stepping in pee from next door all summer and fall. I hope he's wrong and its just water...

6. The real estate broker for Unit 3 (see Reason #4) is calling and emailing me... a lot! She also calls the water in the basement a "pee mystery" and all sorts of other horrible "poopy problem" phrases.


I am excited that on Friday my closet from Closet Classics of Andover will be installed! I have 10 feet of shelving and 12 feet of hanging space (thanks to double hanging on a 6 foot wall) that goes up the 8 feet of my 9 foot ceilings. yay! My mom is coming over to help me put everything away - i even took the day off of work!

UPDATE: Know the story.. dont be the story

So apparently on Wednesday night I was the story. Thankfully towards the end of the night I was trumped by two co-workers who became "the story".

I all started with sake tasting after work. I won a sushi rolling contest and won $100 at Best Buy (oh yes, brett, that is for your christmas gift!). I was a litte excited about winning and decided to tell EVERYONE. I also thought it was a good idea to tell everyone my boss was drinking a Zima. She wasnt a fan of that at all... I paid for it on Thursday.

Soo around 9:30pm a New England Patriot line backer came into the restaurant. He stood next to me at the bar with a friend and got food and drinks. Co-workers started coming up to him and talking to him. In my drunken state I told him that I would be his bodyguard and save him from my idiot co-workers. Instead of actually saving him I made a big deal of insisting that I was his "4 foot 11 inch BODYGUARD". I was so hammered that at the end of the night Mr.Football Player asked if I was ok to go home alone. Bad right?

Thankfully for my drunken co-workers who
1. grinded the Football Player and chastised him for having a teammate that is her obnoxious neighbor
2. made out with the new Gay Guy in the office multiple times in front of everyone

... I was not The Story the next day. Hey! At least I know the story - right? hehehe

Know the story... dont be the story

I am sitting at my desk. I have had two beers (yes, at work). I just got back from a small gossip fest in someone else's office. A couple of years ago when I started here I obviously went out a lot more than I do now. Things were a little more wild and there was a lot more liquor flowing (yes - more than 2 beers before 5:30pm on a Wednesday).

Today I am a "I go out once a week" type of girl since I'm a Single Mom now. Tonight is my night. We have drinks at 6pm and then Sake tasting at 7pm. Its going to be a drunk night. We were tasked by some people not attending to get as much gossip as possible.

I am very proud to say that I have kept to my personal motto very well. Know the story... dont be the story. I cant say the same for 90% of my colleagues. Someone is dating someone, someone puked on someone, there was making out in the corner, did you see her fall? Thankfully there is no Britney-esq panty problems here at The Agency. I have never let myself be the center of a story here at The Agency. I have done some stupid things and I'm pretty sure if I was a "sure I'd like a shot" type of girl I'd have done a lot worse things. I like knowing the story... hopefully tomorrow I have another good one.

Bobby Riordan & Murph's Tickets

My dad is a great guy. On Friday night I had to call my dad and gloat. He is a bartender and he knows everyone. He has given me some great advice, great jobs and tickets to countless sporting events over the years from bar customers. I got my current job through one of my dads bar customers.

With his vast knowledge and his connections my dad thinks that he is right almost all of the time. He also thinks his knowledge or connections are "better" than mine or anyone elses My first job was one of the only jobs I got on my own. I saw the ad in MediaPost and got the job. My dad never liked the job and I'm pretty sure its mostly because he didnt get it for me. My current job he did get for me. He is very proud of that. My dad also got me my condo, my car and well just about everything else in life (minus Brett) came from a connection through my father.

On Friday we went to the Celtics game. My dad has been bragging about "Murph's Tickets" for a while now. Murph owns a local bar and always has a large amount of Celtics tickets. Brett and I sat on the floor last year with some free tickets from Murph. When Brett got his own Celtics season tickets my dad quickly compared them to "Murph's Tickets" saying that Murph is probably down on the floor and that if we ever wanted to trade up to Murph's Tickets we could. When we got to the game... who did we see... Murph.... 4 rows down. That's right - Murph is in the balcony with us and only 4 rows better than us in the same exact section! Take that dad!

But seriously... my dad is awesome and it was just hysterical to see that the wildly pumped "Murph's Tickets" were just as good as ours. I had to rub it in...

Murph, Pat and "Red Brian" were all at the game and were so excited that "Bobby's daughter" and Brett were also there. Its going to be an awesome season. Go Celts! See you at the next game Murph...

Go Celtics!

I am a Celtics fan. Brett is a Celtics fan. A couple of months ago Brett decided to just buy himself some season tickets. Oh and did I mention that he didn't tell me???

So ya... later that day after the $XXXX purchase he said "Hey babe - Guess What?" I already knew. He loves those Celtics and the second KG and Ray Allen were signed he was a gonner.

Tonight is opening night. I cant wait. I just hope that Brett and I can find each other in the arena since I lost my cell phone. hehehe

Lost Phone

I went to NYC yesterday for a meeting. Afterwards I met up with two of my friends from college/London. I had beer for dinner. Never a good idea.

After "dinner" I had to get on a plane to head back to Red Sox Nation. I apparently left my phone or as CB likes to call it "Jaci's Walkie Talkie" in the cab that took me to the airport.

I should be feeling lost and unable to do anything. Instead my purse is lighter and I dont have to worry about the asshole that owns the place downstairs from me calling me about random crap w the condo.

Zack Morris is happy to have his cell back and I am happy I finally have a reason to go out and get a new one. Its been 4 years! Who does that? Apparently I do...

Hooray for the lost phone!

weird dream

Last night/ early this morning I had a bizarre dream. I am sure it had to do with the fact that Brett took the dog out early this morning and she was cold so she was spooning me on the bed. I dreamed that I left my current job after almost 4 years and went back to my old job (my first job). It was really bizarre. No one knew who I was but I had this major ego. I thought I was awesome b/c i was going back there as some sort of hero. Also somewhere in the dream I had to go to the dentist. No, I wasnt drinking or on drugs last night. I have a creative imagination - thats why I'm in advertising... hehehe

Anyone have any clue what this dream means?

for the love of the sox

I went to the Red Sox "rolling rally" today in Boston. I actually just left work for an hour and a half - not bad huh? I also had a beer... which makes me want more. mmmmm beeerrrrr...

Ah well back to work. Well until like 4:45pm when I need another beer.

Some quotes from today:

"I am in love with Papelbon. I cant even stand it. I think its a problem" - CN

"He's married (papelbon)." "Well ya - and I have a boyfriend... things change." - me & CN

"Is that my future husband?" (david ortiz) - MA

"They were all going by and Theo (Epstein) looked me in my eyes" - EM

bad mom

So I don't know if I could ever be a single mother. I don't know how they do it. I almost kill my dog on a daily basis. I cant imagine if I had a child that it would live to be older than 6 months. So far my dog has eaten a poisonous plant, cut her nail so badly she bleed for 5 hours and last night she not only picked up a dead bird and walked around with it but I found 5 nasty ticks on her. We had to operate on her last night to get them out. When I say "we" I mean I had to call my mom to come in and help me.

I'm a bad mom. Also all of this crap ONLY happens when Brett is gone and cant help. This is the third time we have called the vet for an emergency. I cant even raise a dog! I am better when there is someone around to help me. Its just tough to deal with all of this alone. Not only that but I have a dog walker. Why cant I raise a dog when I have a "dog nanny" for her. I swear Brett better be a good dad or this kid (whenever it comes) is going to be one damaged child if I am left to raise it alone.

Go Sox

So last night my Red Sox came back and won the pennant and are going to the World Series! I made a nice little bet with my Ohio cousin that we would send each other the native food if we won. I was to send Lobsters and Mom2Amara was to send me perogies. Now if you haven't had the joy in life to see the Market in Cleveland that sells the perogies you are missing out. They come in every combination of flavors and they are amazing!

I do feel bad a bit that the Tribe lost. They were my team away from team when i was in Ohio and I have a secret crush on Sizemore. I also have a Sizemore t-shirt. I was a traitor but now I'm back.

I was lucky enough to be in the stands during the last pennant push against the Yankees when we won the world series. I still have my ticket. Its pretty much my only claim to fame other than sitting next to Drew Barrymore once on a Chicago-Boston flight.

Go Sox! Sorry Tribe... maybe next time...

Grady - if you need a shoulder to cry on. I'm just a few blocks from Fenway. muuahh

evil chickens

I don't know what happened to me. If there was some big event or what but I hate chickens. I hate chickens so much that even the sight of a fake one makes me want to scream, run and vomit all at the same time. Last Thanksgiving Eve I was home alone (Brett was at work per usual) in my Avon Lake apartment and I logged onto the Yahoo! homepage. To my surprise a very large rooster took over my homepage and pecked at me. I was so freaked out I had a heart pain. A CHICKEN ON A LAPTOP GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK!

I have been made fun of this for years. Every now and then I get chicken gifts (Not funny Danielle!!) and people like to show me every random rooster/chicken "art" in Marshalls etc.

Last night I felt a little better about my hatred of chickens. I now have back up.

My puppy Billie Jean saw a rooster on the TV last night and started to attack it. She was barking (not normal) and growling at the TV while also trying to hide behind me. Damn Extreme Home Makeover!

I am glad my dog shares the hatred of the Evil Chickens. I knew we were meant for each other.

"I had a bad day"

I was forwarded this story today from my boss. The subject line read: "well we dont have to work this hard". Here is the link

http://gothamist.com/2007/10/13/naked_new_yorke.php

The best part is this kid is 26 and works at an agency in NY. This could be me! ahhhahaa

too passionate

Every since I graduated college and entered the work world my annual performance reviews have said the same thing. "Jaci is sometimes too passionate". At first this remark made me angry (wait.. is that passionate?) and year after year I got used to being passionate.

I know what they were really trying to say. Sometimes you are a bitch. Sometimes you stick up for things way longer than you need to. Sometimes you just need to shut up and take it. It hasnt been that bad. I have had the same job for over 3 1/2 years and apparently people still like me. Now that I am working with a full team and new clients I can start fresh. I have found that life is a little easier now that all my job stress isnt weighing me down. I dont think about work in the shower or when I walk the dog. I dont wake up at 2am and go to my laptop to email Germany so they can get back to me in the morning. Am I growing up? Am I finally in a management postion that allows me to actually get things accomplished? I think I am...

Hooray to me for finally letting my passion for work not be something that is made into a negative!

p.s. Yesterday I got a blackberry... i think this is not a good thing for "Passionate Jaci". It might need to get locked up nights and weekends!

Skinny Women

I was on the T (subway/train thing in Boston) the other day and I was talking to a co-worker. She got up at her stop and the guy standing in front of me sat down. He looked like Howard Stern with the glasses and nasty curly hair only like 2 feet shorter. I called him Mini-Stern in my head. Mini-Stern opened a napsack (yes... it was a napsack) and took out a notepad. He turned a few pages until he came to a page and turned it towards me. In big letters it read:

I LIKE SKINNY WOMEN

I took one look at this and burst out laughing. Other riders on the T were looking at me. I didnt care. This shit was FUNNY! Then he looked annoyed and flipped to the next page. It read:

I AM SINGLE AND NOT A PARENT

This is when the full force of my laugher came out aka I was snorting. I was laughing uncontrollably and I'm sure the other T riders just brushed me off as "another crazy". Mini-Stern got really mad and then flipped the page back violently and then turned it to the big black woman on the other side of him. I'm not sure if he looked before he did it...

One of the funniest things to happen on the T in a long time.

the bet

my cousins in Ohio made a bet with me on Tribe vs Sox. We decided to go the mayors route... if they win I send them Maine Lobstahs and if they win they send me some Ohio food. I thought about that and then recalled food from Ohio... kielbasa and perogies? hmmmm do we think this is a fair bet?

Billie Jean is not my lover...

she's my dog. A dog that sleeps in between my husband and I and farts and snores. Now that he is home we are not able to sleep unless Billie Jean is snug as a bug in our bed. She sleeps half the night like a human on her back and snoring. The other half of the night she is either on top of my head like a cat or touching my nose with hers. Her other favorite position is with her big head in your neck.

We love our little english bulldog puppy. She is 6 months old and spoiled rotten! Not only does she sleep on the bed with us but she sits on the couch and the papasan like they are her chairs. She also talks. If we arent paying attention to her this loud (turn up the TV loud) growling/whiny sound comes out of her like she's saying "hey! You guys! Pay attention to me!". Its horrible. We try to ignore her but the sound gets louder and then she'll jump up on the couch and do it in your face. We go to the local park every night to play with other dogs in the neighborhood. She loves the little boston terriers and other puppies. She doesnt exactly come when she's called nor does she sit unless the treat is displayed in front of her face. Otherwise she's a pretty good dog! hahaha