Wednesday, August 31, 2005
My Buddy
Buddy came into our lives 11 years ago. He was a shabby yorki-poo who was abandonned in the parking lot of a local supermarket. He was hanging out there for days, dancing on his hind legs and begging for food.
We took him home.
He was so so skinny, and his black curly fur was matted. He had a big bloody gash on his forehead, and both his ears were frostbitten. He had also been severely abused...the vet said many of his teeth had been kicked out.
He was so happy to have a new, friendly home. We called him our little circus dog, because he could dance on his hind legs. He would jump, and bark and run around the yard with us. He was such a frisky guy.
He thought he was a big dog, and would savagely chase after all the neighborhood's german shepards and labs. He barked INCESSANTLY through the windows and the glass doors at squirrels, birds, people and dogs. He gave chase to threatening leaves in the yard.
He was fiercely devoted to the female folk of our family, and was completely opposed to the males. It never failed that he attempted to bite my dad and brothers if they came too near my mom, myself or my sister.
He loved to take walks and he would station his little 8 pound body at my feet and bark and bark and bark and BARK until I sighed and took him outside for an inspection of every single tree and bush in the neighborhood.
It was difficult for strangers to like Buddy. Mostly because he barked ferociously and tried to bite (but come on, most of his teeth were gone anyway!) But we loved him. We loved him with the heart and soul of our family. Because he had come from a place where NOBODY loved him. And we intended to give him EXACTLY what he deserved and needed. He needed us to love him. So we did.
We walked him twice a day and fed him his favorite cheesy snacks. We played games with flashlights, and socks (Buddy was uninterested in conventional dog toys). He made the cave under the dining room table into his den, and ran there immediately with a piece of stolen food from the dinner table, or a championed sock from one of our games.
He slept with me at night when I was home from college. He snuggled up in the crook of my bent knees, and always tried to bite me when I rolled over on him. He was not a lap dog by any means. He was usually growly or snarly when we tried to snag a kiss or a pat. But he also had his intuitive moments, and he often sat quiety next to me if I was crying, letting me pet him soothingly.
We loved him and spoiled him, and turned hi into the brattiest, most self centered dog EVER. But in our minds, he deserved it. He brought our family closer. He gave us something to laugh about, to sigh about and to communicate about.
Yesterday, Buddy got so sick, that we just couldn't watch him get any sicker. We just couldn't....
He was suffering everyday, and getting worse with each passing hour. He couldn't go up and down the stairs, he had a double eye infection. He hadn't eaten for 3 days. He couldn't go on walks because he was so tired. He was just tired. He was 15 years old. (105 in people years) The vet said he would need to be hospitalized for 5 days to regulate his blood sugar, and even then, he probably wouldn't be back to his same self.
So I had to take Buddy to the vet, but he couldn't come home with me. We all had to say goodbye to him yesterday, and it was the hardest thing I have ever, EVER EVER done.
I feel so sad that he is missing from our lives, but I don't feel like we did anything wrong. In fact, I felt relieved to see him finally so peaceful, and able to rest. (he wasn't even sleeping at night) I got to hold him, and cradle him, and tell him over and over how much we love him. And that he wouldn't hurt anymore. He was very calm the whole time, (I think because I kept feeding him american cheese, which was his FAVORITE. It was the only thing he had eaten in days.) He was quiet and calm, and I know he is not mad at us. He filled my dreams last night, and I know he is safe. He is safe,and he is happy, and he is chasing leaves again, and barking at german shepards.
We took him home.
He was so so skinny, and his black curly fur was matted. He had a big bloody gash on his forehead, and both his ears were frostbitten. He had also been severely abused...the vet said many of his teeth had been kicked out.
He was so happy to have a new, friendly home. We called him our little circus dog, because he could dance on his hind legs. He would jump, and bark and run around the yard with us. He was such a frisky guy.
He thought he was a big dog, and would savagely chase after all the neighborhood's german shepards and labs. He barked INCESSANTLY through the windows and the glass doors at squirrels, birds, people and dogs. He gave chase to threatening leaves in the yard.
He was fiercely devoted to the female folk of our family, and was completely opposed to the males. It never failed that he attempted to bite my dad and brothers if they came too near my mom, myself or my sister.
He loved to take walks and he would station his little 8 pound body at my feet and bark and bark and bark and BARK until I sighed and took him outside for an inspection of every single tree and bush in the neighborhood.
It was difficult for strangers to like Buddy. Mostly because he barked ferociously and tried to bite (but come on, most of his teeth were gone anyway!) But we loved him. We loved him with the heart and soul of our family. Because he had come from a place where NOBODY loved him. And we intended to give him EXACTLY what he deserved and needed. He needed us to love him. So we did.
We walked him twice a day and fed him his favorite cheesy snacks. We played games with flashlights, and socks (Buddy was uninterested in conventional dog toys). He made the cave under the dining room table into his den, and ran there immediately with a piece of stolen food from the dinner table, or a championed sock from one of our games.
He slept with me at night when I was home from college. He snuggled up in the crook of my bent knees, and always tried to bite me when I rolled over on him. He was not a lap dog by any means. He was usually growly or snarly when we tried to snag a kiss or a pat. But he also had his intuitive moments, and he often sat quiety next to me if I was crying, letting me pet him soothingly.
We loved him and spoiled him, and turned hi into the brattiest, most self centered dog EVER. But in our minds, he deserved it. He brought our family closer. He gave us something to laugh about, to sigh about and to communicate about.
Yesterday, Buddy got so sick, that we just couldn't watch him get any sicker. We just couldn't....
He was suffering everyday, and getting worse with each passing hour. He couldn't go up and down the stairs, he had a double eye infection. He hadn't eaten for 3 days. He couldn't go on walks because he was so tired. He was just tired. He was 15 years old. (105 in people years) The vet said he would need to be hospitalized for 5 days to regulate his blood sugar, and even then, he probably wouldn't be back to his same self.
So I had to take Buddy to the vet, but he couldn't come home with me. We all had to say goodbye to him yesterday, and it was the hardest thing I have ever, EVER EVER done.
I feel so sad that he is missing from our lives, but I don't feel like we did anything wrong. In fact, I felt relieved to see him finally so peaceful, and able to rest. (he wasn't even sleeping at night) I got to hold him, and cradle him, and tell him over and over how much we love him. And that he wouldn't hurt anymore. He was very calm the whole time, (I think because I kept feeding him american cheese, which was his FAVORITE. It was the only thing he had eaten in days.) He was quiet and calm, and I know he is not mad at us. He filled my dreams last night, and I know he is safe. He is safe,and he is happy, and he is chasing leaves again, and barking at german shepards.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Still No Cookies
What a long day Juan and I drove to New Jersey and back in 13 hours. Whoohoo!
The bonus was that we stopped at a mall with a Coldstone Creamery.
Oh, the sweet, sweet lifeblood of Coldstone Creamery. I jumped up and down and flapped my arms in excitement as we waited in line. I tried to be good and ordered their fat free ice cream. Next time I will just be bad and order the good stuff.
So anyway, here is the recipe for the Crustless Cheddar Cheese Pie if anyone is interested. It has tomatoes on it, so it technically counts as a veggie/fruit (whatever camp you happen to be in) if you are Striving for 5 like Catherine.
3 cups of sharp, shredded natural chhese (I used 1.5 cups of cheddar and 1.5 cups of monterey jack)
1 TBSP finely chopped onion or shallots
1/2 tsp salt (I thought this was too much, but I am not a salt person)
1/2 tsp dry mustard
1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
3 eggs
6 medium tomatoes (I only needed 3 small tomatoes)
Shredded fresh parmesan and black pepper to taste
Heat cheese, onion, salt, mustard and Worcestershire sauce over low heat, stirring constantly until cheese is melted.(It just gets gooey, not melty) Remove from heat. Beat 3 eggs in large bowl until foamy. Beat in cheese mixture gradually. (Remember not to use an electric beater if you would like to avoid any mishaps similar to mine, and also remember that it PLOPS) Pour into pie plate (I coated mine with PAM) Cook uncovered 325 until just set (25 min) Cut tomatoes into thin slices. Overlap slices around edge of pie to form wreath. Sprinkle with parmesan and black pepper. Cook uncovered 15 minutes more. Serve and be happy!
In other news, I have to take Buddy to the vet tomorrow to find out from the doctor about medication (read: INJECTIONS) for his diabetes. I am expecting snarling and biting from the poor little guy. He hasn't eaten in 3 days. :(
The bonus was that we stopped at a mall with a Coldstone Creamery.
Oh, the sweet, sweet lifeblood of Coldstone Creamery. I jumped up and down and flapped my arms in excitement as we waited in line. I tried to be good and ordered their fat free ice cream. Next time I will just be bad and order the good stuff.
So anyway, here is the recipe for the Crustless Cheddar Cheese Pie if anyone is interested. It has tomatoes on it, so it technically counts as a veggie/fruit (whatever camp you happen to be in) if you are Striving for 5 like Catherine.
3 cups of sharp, shredded natural chhese (I used 1.5 cups of cheddar and 1.5 cups of monterey jack)
1 TBSP finely chopped onion or shallots
1/2 tsp salt (I thought this was too much, but I am not a salt person)
1/2 tsp dry mustard
1/2 tsp Worcestershire sauce
3 eggs
6 medium tomatoes (I only needed 3 small tomatoes)
Shredded fresh parmesan and black pepper to taste
Heat cheese, onion, salt, mustard and Worcestershire sauce over low heat, stirring constantly until cheese is melted.(It just gets gooey, not melty) Remove from heat. Beat 3 eggs in large bowl until foamy. Beat in cheese mixture gradually. (Remember not to use an electric beater if you would like to avoid any mishaps similar to mine, and also remember that it PLOPS) Pour into pie plate (I coated mine with PAM) Cook uncovered 325 until just set (25 min) Cut tomatoes into thin slices. Overlap slices around edge of pie to form wreath. Sprinkle with parmesan and black pepper. Cook uncovered 15 minutes more. Serve and be happy!
In other news, I have to take Buddy to the vet tomorrow to find out from the doctor about medication (read: INJECTIONS) for his diabetes. I am expecting snarling and biting from the poor little guy. He hasn't eaten in 3 days. :(
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Post Workout Appetite
After my workout at the gym this morning, I had THE MOST unbelieveable craving for cheese. So I whipped out this new recipe from a co-worker for crustless cheddar cheese pie.
Due to the incredible heat and humidity, i have not been cooking much in the kitchen, so I must admit that I am a little rusty. And I don't know much about cooking with cheese and eggs.
The recipe stated to melt 3 cups of shredded cheese in a saucepan on the stove. So I'm stirring away, and the cheese melts, but it melts into this giant GLOB of cheese. (I was envisioning a nice, liquidy, saucey consistency). So I thought, maybe if I just keep it on the heat, it wil turn saucey. No. It didn't. As you can imagine, I was slightly confused, because the next step was to "beat the cheese slowly into 3 beaten eggs". OK. So I try to "pour" the cheese into the eggs, but, of course, it is a big giant GLOB, and not pourable. So it just kind of PLOPS into the eggs, and they spatter everywhere.
I take a deep breath. So I am using a whisk to try and break up the blob and have it blend nicely with the eggs.
That is SO not working. So I think, "hmm, maybe they mean to use an ELECTRIC beater' So i whip out my beater and go at it. I look at the concoction and see that there is no longer a blob of cheese. I am SO PROUD of myself for mixing the cheese blob finely into the eggs. I remove the beater, and find that the cheese blob has WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND the stems of the beaters. Now I have a TANGLED blob of cheese, which is not even REMOTELY combined with the eggs. I spend 10 minutes removing the soggy cheese blob from the beaters. I finally pour the entire mess into the pie plate and cook it. This is what I ended up with. I haven't tried it yet. Since it was not baked in the most traditional of manners, I promise not to feed it to anyone besides Juan or my mom. If they get sick, I'll know not to try it.
Due to the incredible heat and humidity, i have not been cooking much in the kitchen, so I must admit that I am a little rusty. And I don't know much about cooking with cheese and eggs.
The recipe stated to melt 3 cups of shredded cheese in a saucepan on the stove. So I'm stirring away, and the cheese melts, but it melts into this giant GLOB of cheese. (I was envisioning a nice, liquidy, saucey consistency). So I thought, maybe if I just keep it on the heat, it wil turn saucey. No. It didn't. As you can imagine, I was slightly confused, because the next step was to "beat the cheese slowly into 3 beaten eggs". OK. So I try to "pour" the cheese into the eggs, but, of course, it is a big giant GLOB, and not pourable. So it just kind of PLOPS into the eggs, and they spatter everywhere.
I take a deep breath. So I am using a whisk to try and break up the blob and have it blend nicely with the eggs.
That is SO not working. So I think, "hmm, maybe they mean to use an ELECTRIC beater' So i whip out my beater and go at it. I look at the concoction and see that there is no longer a blob of cheese. I am SO PROUD of myself for mixing the cheese blob finely into the eggs. I remove the beater, and find that the cheese blob has WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND the stems of the beaters. Now I have a TANGLED blob of cheese, which is not even REMOTELY combined with the eggs. I spend 10 minutes removing the soggy cheese blob from the beaters. I finally pour the entire mess into the pie plate and cook it. This is what I ended up with. I haven't tried it yet. Since it was not baked in the most traditional of manners, I promise not to feed it to anyone besides Juan or my mom. If they get sick, I'll know not to try it.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Update
Just to refresh all of your memories:
One Sunday, a few months ago, a four year old girl sitting in front of me at church was playing with a BRATZ doll. Much to my horror, she pulled up the miniscule skirt of the BRATZ doll, and revealed to the entire pew sitting behind her, that the doll was wearing a THONG. I was simply horrified. I am NOT offended by thongs in any way, I have an entire dresser drawer devoted to thongs.
HOWEVER, i did find it quite offensive that a four year old's doll (unecessarily) needed to be wearing a THONG.
So anyway, today Juan and I are at the toy store, buying a remote control car for the adorable nephew.
We walk past the aisle with the BRATZ dolls, and I excitedly point and say loudly to Juan 'HEY! There's that SLUTTY doll!" We both run enthusiastically to the display and begin picking up the boxes and tilting them upwards to get a better view up their skirts. Juan says: 'I CAN'T SEE HER UNDERWEAR!'
I say: 'KEEP LOOKING! IT'S A BLACK SLUTTY THONG!"
We crane and contort our necks in a variety of directions to get a glimpse of the doll's underclothes.
We finally give up. (The manufacturer obviously doesn't want unassuming parents knowing that the BRATZ dolls come equipped with their own Frederick's of Hollywood panties)
We turn around to leave, and standing behind us, are a young mother (mouth agape in horror) and her three young daughters. I pulled Juan away from the display saying "We're perverts"
One Sunday, a few months ago, a four year old girl sitting in front of me at church was playing with a BRATZ doll. Much to my horror, she pulled up the miniscule skirt of the BRATZ doll, and revealed to the entire pew sitting behind her, that the doll was wearing a THONG. I was simply horrified. I am NOT offended by thongs in any way, I have an entire dresser drawer devoted to thongs.
HOWEVER, i did find it quite offensive that a four year old's doll (unecessarily) needed to be wearing a THONG.
So anyway, today Juan and I are at the toy store, buying a remote control car for the adorable nephew.
We walk past the aisle with the BRATZ dolls, and I excitedly point and say loudly to Juan 'HEY! There's that SLUTTY doll!" We both run enthusiastically to the display and begin picking up the boxes and tilting them upwards to get a better view up their skirts. Juan says: 'I CAN'T SEE HER UNDERWEAR!'
I say: 'KEEP LOOKING! IT'S A BLACK SLUTTY THONG!"
We crane and contort our necks in a variety of directions to get a glimpse of the doll's underclothes.
We finally give up. (The manufacturer obviously doesn't want unassuming parents knowing that the BRATZ dolls come equipped with their own Frederick's of Hollywood panties)
We turn around to leave, and standing behind us, are a young mother (mouth agape in horror) and her three young daughters. I pulled Juan away from the display saying "We're perverts"
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Accessorizing the Bridal Gown
Here is Catherine modelling the Sandra Bullock Bridal Cowboy Couture Collection.
(You really must click on the photo to see the exceptional detail)
We had to stifle our giggles like teenage girls on their first trip into Victoria's Secret.
The best part is that I showed Juan the picture and had him TOTALLY convinced for a full 24 hours that I actually PURCHASED the hat. (For 100 dollars)
I have also noticed that the SPAM commenters have made their way to my blog. I suppose it was only a matter of time. They're like lice. Jumping from one scalp to another. I'm not really sure what to do about them. I am going to use my tried and true method of IGNORING the problem until it becomes unbearable. Then I will ask Juan what to do.
(You really must click on the photo to see the exceptional detail)
We had to stifle our giggles like teenage girls on their first trip into Victoria's Secret.
The best part is that I showed Juan the picture and had him TOTALLY convinced for a full 24 hours that I actually PURCHASED the hat. (For 100 dollars)
I have also noticed that the SPAM commenters have made their way to my blog. I suppose it was only a matter of time. They're like lice. Jumping from one scalp to another. I'm not really sure what to do about them. I am going to use my tried and true method of IGNORING the problem until it becomes unbearable. Then I will ask Juan what to do.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Someone Else's Photo
I am blogging someone else's photo, because Blogger blows, and i can't get into my own site.
anyway, today I went wedding dress shopping with my wonderful friend Catherine (catherinefox.typepad.com)
and we had a fun time.
Catherine was going through the racks showing me fluffy, beaded dress after fluffy, beaded dress. I finally told her 'I don't WANT a fluffy beaded dress" She said: "What do you want?" I said "I don't know. Something sexy that i can wear on the beach".
So Catherine turns to the sales associate and said "She wants something SLUTTY".
At which point, the sales associates eyes came dangerously close to popping out of her head and rolling into CATHERINE"S (ample and impressive) cleavage.
All I could do was giggle maniacally.
anyway, today I went wedding dress shopping with my wonderful friend Catherine (catherinefox.typepad.com)
and we had a fun time.
Catherine was going through the racks showing me fluffy, beaded dress after fluffy, beaded dress. I finally told her 'I don't WANT a fluffy beaded dress" She said: "What do you want?" I said "I don't know. Something sexy that i can wear on the beach".
So Catherine turns to the sales associate and said "She wants something SLUTTY".
At which point, the sales associates eyes came dangerously close to popping out of her head and rolling into CATHERINE"S (ample and impressive) cleavage.
All I could do was giggle maniacally.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Distress! Distress!
I am on vacation.
For TWO WEEKS.
I should be relaxed, right?
Wrong.
Two things have happened which are causing anxiety to float freely through my vacationing brain.
The first one is a little silly.
Juan and I went to the travel agent today to book our tripto St. Lucia for our wedding. And the travel agent said to me 'Are you going to change your last name?" and I said: "Yes"
She then prints out some itinerary page which had MY first name with JUAN"S last name printed after it.
It was SO WEIRD.
My eyes must have looked like they were dangerously close to popping out of my head and rolling into her cleavage (which was ample, and impressive), because she asked me if I was OK.
I love my name! And now it will be different. Will I feel like a different person? Will I feel like I am giving something up?
Hmm.
The OTHER thing distressing me is a matter much more serious.
The family dog is sick. He has diabetes.
He will require 2 insulin shots a day.
My little Buddy.
I perseverated on it for 3 hours last night before Juan made me go to bed.
I know Buddy is not the most loving or friendly dog on earth, but he is SO special to me. And the thought of losing him makes me want to vomit. I told my mom I will cancel my gym membership and give her the money so we can afford the shots.
I am very distressed. (read: Do NOT post anything nasty about Buddy, JENA. I know you hate him, but I LOVE HIM and my stomach is on knots.)
For TWO WEEKS.
I should be relaxed, right?
Wrong.
Two things have happened which are causing anxiety to float freely through my vacationing brain.
The first one is a little silly.
Juan and I went to the travel agent today to book our tripto St. Lucia for our wedding. And the travel agent said to me 'Are you going to change your last name?" and I said: "Yes"
She then prints out some itinerary page which had MY first name with JUAN"S last name printed after it.
It was SO WEIRD.
My eyes must have looked like they were dangerously close to popping out of my head and rolling into her cleavage (which was ample, and impressive), because she asked me if I was OK.
I love my name! And now it will be different. Will I feel like a different person? Will I feel like I am giving something up?
Hmm.
The OTHER thing distressing me is a matter much more serious.
The family dog is sick. He has diabetes.
He will require 2 insulin shots a day.
My little Buddy.
I perseverated on it for 3 hours last night before Juan made me go to bed.
I know Buddy is not the most loving or friendly dog on earth, but he is SO special to me. And the thought of losing him makes me want to vomit. I told my mom I will cancel my gym membership and give her the money so we can afford the shots.
I am very distressed. (read: Do NOT post anything nasty about Buddy, JENA. I know you hate him, but I LOVE HIM and my stomach is on knots.)
Monday, August 22, 2005
Sound the Trumpets!
Woohoo!
Here is my (finally) finished quilt! I wish the lighting was better so you can see the colors. I love the colors because they are so beachy and relaxing.
My Nonnie deserves all the credit here. She set the quilt, put the binding on (by hand), AND hand quilted the ENTIRE thing. (I am hopelessly untalented in the area of hand quilting) Please click on the photo, so you can see the bigger, more detailed image. She hand quilted it in a free-form style, which ended up looking like cobblestones. I love it because it softens the overall block pattern.
I fancy that it looks a little like a Denyse Schmidt quilt, but actually, I think it is better.
Thank you so so so so much to my Nonnie, the quilting genius, who finished it for me with so much love and dedication and time. While she had a toothache. You're the best!
Here is my (finally) finished quilt! I wish the lighting was better so you can see the colors. I love the colors because they are so beachy and relaxing.
My Nonnie deserves all the credit here. She set the quilt, put the binding on (by hand), AND hand quilted the ENTIRE thing. (I am hopelessly untalented in the area of hand quilting) Please click on the photo, so you can see the bigger, more detailed image. She hand quilted it in a free-form style, which ended up looking like cobblestones. I love it because it softens the overall block pattern.
I fancy that it looks a little like a Denyse Schmidt quilt, but actually, I think it is better.
Thank you so so so so much to my Nonnie, the quilting genius, who finished it for me with so much love and dedication and time. While she had a toothache. You're the best!
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Look Who's back and Slang Saturday
This little wanksta is STILL trying to get into my kitchen. He woke me up this morning whilst he was SCRATCHING the metal grate covering over the window.
anyway, here is today's word:
Ghetto Fabulous
Referring to the style of nouveau riche people who have grown up in ghetto or urban areas. The combination of bad taste,an urban aesthetic and desire to wear one's wealth. Basically, high priced but tacky clothing and accessories.
People with million dollar homes decked out all in black, gold and black glass.
anyway, here is today's word:
Ghetto Fabulous
Referring to the style of nouveau riche people who have grown up in ghetto or urban areas. The combination of bad taste,an urban aesthetic and desire to wear one's wealth. Basically, high priced but tacky clothing and accessories.
People with million dollar homes decked out all in black, gold and black glass.
Friday, August 19, 2005
School's Out for the Summer
Woohoo!
Summer school ended today!
I went to the park after work with coworkers and partied it up with some beers.
Well, they partied it up, and I continuously shovelled Chocolate Silk Pie into my mouth.
It was the kind of park with ducks.
I witnessed a female duck get gang banged by three (count 'em, THREE) male ducks.
Two ducks literally pinned down the female while the third mounted her from behind.
Some friends of mine tried to chase the male ducks away. It didn't really work, because they just followed the female, and continued their pursuit in the water.
It was quite traumatizing to watch. Who knew that rape existed in the rest of the Animal Kingdom? They never show THAT on the Crocodile Hunter.
Summer school ended today!
I went to the park after work with coworkers and partied it up with some beers.
Well, they partied it up, and I continuously shovelled Chocolate Silk Pie into my mouth.
It was the kind of park with ducks.
I witnessed a female duck get gang banged by three (count 'em, THREE) male ducks.
Two ducks literally pinned down the female while the third mounted her from behind.
Some friends of mine tried to chase the male ducks away. It didn't really work, because they just followed the female, and continued their pursuit in the water.
It was quite traumatizing to watch. Who knew that rape existed in the rest of the Animal Kingdom? They never show THAT on the Crocodile Hunter.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Oh, the Duality
Check out this AWESOME present that Megnut left on my doorstop today!!!!!!!!
HA!
It is the most fabulous present EVER!
I love it twice because it says "NUT" (my special nickname) AND because of the squirrel!
Not only do I have them in my kitchen, they now grace my chest as well.
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Feeling Like a Boohbah
I've finished all my summer reading.
I don't know what to do with myself.
I wander aimlessly around the house, bumping into Juan and walls, looking for a book to pick up.
BUT I'VE READTHEM ALL.
It is a yucky, lost feeling when I am not immersed in a story.
(hinhint, catherine- bring me something good to read on saturday)
I don't know what to do with myself.
I wander aimlessly around the house, bumping into Juan and walls, looking for a book to pick up.
BUT I'VE READTHEM ALL.
It is a yucky, lost feeling when I am not immersed in a story.
(hinhint, catherine- bring me something good to read on saturday)
Tuesday, August 16, 2005
Good Stuff
So I totally took the muscle relaxant last night before bed (so I wouldn't be dangerous driving to work in the morning).
And it was totally wonderful.
I slept through the entire night without waking up to pee AT ALL!
And it helped my back, too.
And it was totally wonderful.
I slept through the entire night without waking up to pee AT ALL!
And it helped my back, too.
Monday, August 15, 2005
Common Sense
My doctor prescribed me a muscle relaxant. As he handed me the prescription, he gave me an intense warning to NOT DRIVE while taking this medication.
I get the damn thing home, and I' m supposed to take it 3 times a day.
THREE TIMES A DAY?
AND NOT DRIVE?
Am I to take 3 unpaid weeks off of work, since I can't DRIVE THERE?
He didn't say anything about not working.
So then I thought...so it's OK for me to take this medication 3 times a day, wherein I will be so loopy I can't drive a car, yet I can go to work and care for children with disabilities???
Riighhhht.
I guess I'm not taking the muscle relaxant!
I get the damn thing home, and I' m supposed to take it 3 times a day.
THREE TIMES A DAY?
AND NOT DRIVE?
Am I to take 3 unpaid weeks off of work, since I can't DRIVE THERE?
He didn't say anything about not working.
So then I thought...so it's OK for me to take this medication 3 times a day, wherein I will be so loopy I can't drive a car, yet I can go to work and care for children with disabilities???
Riighhhht.
I guess I'm not taking the muscle relaxant!
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Slang Saturday
Bootylicious
boo.ty.li.cious \'bu:t-e-'lish-*s\ aj. (modif. of MF butin, fr. MLG bu-te exchange) 1: curvaceous or voluptuous, esp. in the derriere (i.e., booty) 2: see fine 3: sexually attractive in a way that causes males ages 18-25 to desire to grope, fondle, lick, or otherwise touch the booty cheeks
1a: Yo, g, yo bitch is bootylicious! Her ass is off da hook.
1b: Janet Reno is so bootylicious.
2: D-d-damn, that is one bootylicious sista!
3: Holy coconuts, Batman! Catwoman is so bootlicious, I want to lick her curvaceous derriere.
boo.ty.li.cious \'bu:t-e-'lish-*s\ aj. (modif. of MF butin, fr. MLG bu-te exchange) 1: curvaceous or voluptuous, esp. in the derriere (i.e., booty) 2: see fine 3: sexually attractive in a way that causes males ages 18-25 to desire to grope, fondle, lick, or otherwise touch the booty cheeks
1a: Yo, g, yo bitch is bootylicious! Her ass is off da hook.
1b: Janet Reno is so bootylicious.
2: D-d-damn, that is one bootylicious sista!
3: Holy coconuts, Batman! Catwoman is so bootlicious, I want to lick her curvaceous derriere.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Portrait of a Pooped Out Girl
Today I am tired and miserable. It is a combination on the 95 degree heat and a rigorous workout yesterday.
My ass hurts.
I have the "I-did-one(or fifty)-too-many-lunges" deep muscle pain in my gluteals.
The kind where you wince just THINKING about sitting down on the hard toilet seat. So you hold your pee for another hour just to avoid it. The kind of gluteal muscle pain where you stand at the bottom of the stairs and whimper because your front door is SO FAR AWAY today.
The kind of muscle pain where your fiance has to PULL YOU OUT OF THE FRONT SEAT OF THE CAR because you are STUCK half inside and half outside of the car.
You've all been there, right?
My ass hurts.
I have the "I-did-one(or fifty)-too-many-lunges" deep muscle pain in my gluteals.
The kind where you wince just THINKING about sitting down on the hard toilet seat. So you hold your pee for another hour just to avoid it. The kind of gluteal muscle pain where you stand at the bottom of the stairs and whimper because your front door is SO FAR AWAY today.
The kind of muscle pain where your fiance has to PULL YOU OUT OF THE FRONT SEAT OF THE CAR because you are STUCK half inside and half outside of the car.
You've all been there, right?
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
M-I-S-S what?
Recent Conversation involving what we would do if we won the lotto and suddenly had 100 million dollars:
Me: We could buy a house!
Juan: We could buy a house in EVERY STATE!
Me: Not Mississippi, though
Juan: Why not Mississippi?
Me: You can't SPELL Mississippi. You would need to be able to spell the name of the state you live in.
Juan: I CAN TOO
Me: No you can't! Go ahead and try!
Juan: M-I-S-S-E
Me NO!
Juan: No E?
Me: NO!
Juan: M-I-S-S-I-S-I
Me: NO!
Juan: M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Me: (angry grunt of defeat)
Juan: SO THERE! We're living in Mississippi!
Me: We could buy a house!
Juan: We could buy a house in EVERY STATE!
Me: Not Mississippi, though
Juan: Why not Mississippi?
Me: You can't SPELL Mississippi. You would need to be able to spell the name of the state you live in.
Juan: I CAN TOO
Me: No you can't! Go ahead and try!
Juan: M-I-S-S-E
Me NO!
Juan: No E?
Me: NO!
Juan: M-I-S-S-I-S-I
Me: NO!
Juan: M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I
Me: (angry grunt of defeat)
Juan: SO THERE! We're living in Mississippi!
Monday, August 08, 2005
Hot Leather
I have decided to forego shaving my legs for the rest of the summer.
Instead, I'm sure I will find it easier to simply remove the clothing from the bottom half of my body, lay half naked across the backseat of my car for 6 or 7 minutes, then slowly peel myself off of the hot leather, as it rips out every single exisiting hair follicle on my thighs and calves.
Yeah. That'll work.
Instead, I'm sure I will find it easier to simply remove the clothing from the bottom half of my body, lay half naked across the backseat of my car for 6 or 7 minutes, then slowly peel myself off of the hot leather, as it rips out every single exisiting hair follicle on my thighs and calves.
Yeah. That'll work.
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Slang Saturday
Today's GRE Word is:
Wanksta
A "wanksta" is a very basic word meaning a person who acts/looks like a gangster or thug, but has never done anything gangster or thug-like besides acting or looking like one. It can be towards any race or ethnicity. The word does NOT imply a WHITE guy acting black.
Al Capone is a GANGSTA - white guy
Ja Rule is a WANKSTA - black guy
Wanksta
A "wanksta" is a very basic word meaning a person who acts/looks like a gangster or thug, but has never done anything gangster or thug-like besides acting or looking like one. It can be towards any race or ethnicity. The word does NOT imply a WHITE guy acting black.
Al Capone is a GANGSTA - white guy
Ja Rule is a WANKSTA - black guy
Friday, August 05, 2005
Hysteria Comparable to Harry Potter
LOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's the new Denyse Schmidt Quilting Book!
AND IT COMES WITH PATTERNS!!!!!!!
I stayed up until midnight reading the damn thing, and marvelling over the absolute simplicity in wonderment.
In other craft news, my mom bought me some knitting needles and yarn. She invited me over last night so she could teach me something ELSE to obsess over.
After 15 minutes of me "dropping" stitch after stitch after stitch, she deemed me incompetent and turned the knitting needles over to Juan, who promptly began knitting away like an experienced craftster. I'm sure if I hadn't ripped the needles away in a fit of jealousy, that he would have had a blanket and a sweater all finished by now.
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Note To Self
White Pants+3 year old child+Red Paint= Bad idea
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Posting Without Permission
I feel that I must defend myself to the internet world regarding the GummiBears.
I was trying to provide my baby with the support she was requesting. When we came home from WalMart, she put all the groceries away while I was busy online. When she finished, she came into the room with a half empty bag of Gummi Bears. She handed me the bag and said "Please help me, take these away'
So I did.
It was a misunderstanding.
I will buy her a truckful of GummiBears if she wants.
I sincerely apologize to all of you who were offended.
Juan
I was trying to provide my baby with the support she was requesting. When we came home from WalMart, she put all the groceries away while I was busy online. When she finished, she came into the room with a half empty bag of Gummi Bears. She handed me the bag and said "Please help me, take these away'
So I did.
It was a misunderstanding.
I will buy her a truckful of GummiBears if she wants.
I sincerely apologize to all of you who were offended.
Juan
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Now I Know Why My Mom Used to Hide the Oreos in her Underwear Drawer
Seriously, I love Juan with all my heart.
But today I had one of those loooonnggg HOT days at work, ya know, the kind where children crawl under the table and refuse to come out....even when the Sponge Bob toy asks VERY NICELY...
ALL I thought about ALL day was coming home to the bag of gummy bears I bought at WalMart last night.
HERE is what I found.
I have never known true disappointment until today.
I will have to resort to a handful of chocolate chips instead.
Monday, August 01, 2005
One Year and Counting
Today is Juan and my first anniversary of being engaged!
So we celebrated an entire year of being completely non-commital and making NOTTA ONE decision about our stupid wedding.
Juan started the evening by making me a guava, mango and pineapple smoothie upon my return home from the gym.
He continued the celebration by making me the most fabulous dinner, which can only be described as chicken cordon bleu but with steak. And ZUCCHINI. (I LOVE zucchini)
It was all so lovely and festive.
We can't decide what to do next! (SURPRISE!)
I am suggesting a trip to Wal Mart.
So we celebrated an entire year of being completely non-commital and making NOTTA ONE decision about our stupid wedding.
Juan started the evening by making me a guava, mango and pineapple smoothie upon my return home from the gym.
He continued the celebration by making me the most fabulous dinner, which can only be described as chicken cordon bleu but with steak. And ZUCCHINI. (I LOVE zucchini)
It was all so lovely and festive.
We can't decide what to do next! (SURPRISE!)
I am suggesting a trip to Wal Mart.
