Monday, January 30, 2006
Why were they so tired, you ask?
Take a guess.
1. Was it because they wrestled all day and needed to recoop?
2. Was it because I played tag with them and they chased me all over the house for 10 minutes?
3. Was it because they watched squirrels and birds all day which caused their tails to flick at a such a rapid pace that it wore them out?
While all of the above are true, their fatigue on this particular day happened to be because of arts and crafts. Yes, I said arts and crafts. Don't your cats help you with arts and crafts!? Mine do.
They helped me make a birthday card for Emily (Happy Birthday Em!).
Here's their work.
Notice how much bigger Neville is than Cambridge (he's the green and she's the pink), yet she still picks fights with him on a daily basis. She's nuts.
Here's proof that Cambridge helped out - I couldn't get it all the pink ink off and, consequentially, had little pink paw prints on my bathroom sink. She is the water whore, remember?
(Yes, I realize that I need a kid.) |
Sunday, January 29, 2006need* there.
For example, this wallet.
Cute, huh? It's smaller than my previous wallet (which is why I needed** it). It looks great with my green purse - mucho colorful, no?
**Okay, wanted. |
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Ug. Sorry for that pity party. It's just something I'm working through right now.
Ahem. On a lighter note, most of these resonate with me. You?
TWENTY-FIVE SIGNS THAT YOU HAVE GROWN UP
1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can't smoke any of them.
2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed.
5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
6. You watch the Weather Channel.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of "hook up" and "break up."
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up."
10. You're the one calling the police because those %&@# kids next door won't turn down the stereo.
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.
12. You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonald's leftovers.
15. Sleeping on the couch makes your back hurt.
16. You take naps sometime between noon to 6 PM!!!
17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of the beginning of one.
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3AM would severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.
19. If you're a gal, you go to the drug store for ibuprofen and antacid, not condoms and pregnancy tests.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff."
21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces "I'm never going to drink that much again."
23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
24. You drink at home to save money before going to a bar. 25. You read this entire list looking desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and can't find one to save your sorry old butt.
BONUS: 26. When you find out your friend is pregnant you congratulate them instead of asking "Oh S*$# What Happened?" | this. He's such a good writer and I'm such a good subject to make fun of, no? |
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
The show can be over as far as I'm concerned. Not because it's lacks entertainment - oh it is definitely entertaining - did you hear that horrible rendition of "Fame" and did you see the Michael Jackson white boy? Oh.My.Gawd. But I think it truly can be over because the winner is evident. Quite evident as far as I'm concerned. Paris Bennett was absolutely wonderful - she gave me shivers! She's beautiful, poised, and truly a professional with a strong, gorgeous voice that demands an audience (an awed one at that) - and it all comes in a cute, little 17 year-old package!
The show ends with this girl. |
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
"If you want to make peace, don't talk to your friends. Talk to your enemies." |
Monday, January 23, 2006
Do you have to buy a sourdough starter specifically from San Francisco to have authentic sourdough bread? Can I simply make a starter myself and see what kind of wild yeasts Nashville has to offer?
Saturday, January 21, 2006
"I don't want nobody to be late."
"How many cents is it?" |
Friday, January 20, 2006
They said that diners frequently confuse veal for tuna.
I can think of other things I'd rather do in the dark. |
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Can you believe they closed all of the schools for this!? It was all melted by 9a.m. and then it was a sunny 50 degree day. Not too reminiscent of my Colorado snow days.
*Okay, I admit it, it was American Idol. |
Wednesday, January 18, 2006|
Tuesday, January 17, 2006Dad for the awesome Pottery Barn sconces! It's great to be able to read in bed without disturbing each other with the overhead light. Don't they look awesome in my bedroom?
Yes, I took the photographs over the bed (I set the focus and aperture then used a tripod and timer) and, yes, that's me in my birthday suit. |
Monday, January 16, 2006friend's show a few weeks ago and were pleasantly surprised with Jen Dominguez's folk music. I particularly like "Majorette" which was written about her mother-in-law. Take a listen. She's a wonderful story teller and musician. |
Sunday, January 15, 2006this site very helpful in learning how a sofa is constructed. If you are thinking about buying a piece of furniture, you really should take a look at it.
Yesterday I dragged Huz to about 5 furniture stores and we have two contenders at this point. One is a sofa I have lusted over for several months now (even though it's not leather, though I would die to have one of the leather club chairs to go with it). It's from (you guessed it) the mecca of great quality and much coveted household beauties: Pottery Barn. The other contender is from a local furniture store and is a leather sofa that isn't quite up to snuff with Pottery Barn quality, but is still a nicely built sofa with decent imported leather. The quandary remains, however, how much will Neville's wrestling around (which he does on a daily basis with his sister) scratch the leather? I don't know. I'm thinking of ways to protect this investment - get him declawed or try these plastic claw cover thingies.
I'm not in a hurry. There is no sale that is awesome enough to make me rush into this decision. So many questions. Leather? Microfiber? There are some things I know for sure though: 1. It has to have a kiln-dried hardwood frame with double dowel and glue/screw (not nail) construction; 2. it's best if it has non-detachable feet otherwise the integrity of the frame isn't as good; 3. it should have springs (either 8-way hand-tied or S-spring) as opposed to webbing, otherwise it will likely sag in five years; and 4. the cushions should be made with high-resistant foam (1.8 minimum) surrounded by a poly/down wrapping.
That's probably WAY more than you wanted to know about sofas, but if you're thinking of shelling out that kind of money, you need to know it's for the long run. |
Friday, January 13, 2006
Advice is welcome. |
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Huz: "Your butt?"
Hmm, I think to myself. I did say "strongest" muscle, not "biggest" right? Should I get insulted? Probably not, but I will anyway.
Me: "My butt is not sore, it's my quads. I ran and they hurt. The end." |
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
You: "Could it be Huz?"
Um, no. Take a look at the fab dinner he made me last night.
How could such an awesome man be on my shit list? This was prosciutto-wrapped tilapia, mashed fingerling potatoes, and snow peas. For what? No reason. He just likes to cook. (You may all heave a collective jealous sigh now.)
You: "How 'bout Cambridge?"
This sweet thing?
No, not her either. In fact, ever since we got Neville she's been extra sweet and sleeps
You: "That must leave Neville?"
Well, I know he looks awfully cute and innocent:
But I woke up this morning and discovered that he had a rather destructive evening whilst I was peacefully slumbering only feet away. Take a load of my new table runner, not to mention my poor plant which I found uprooted and lying on the chair.
Oh, and this was on the couch.
Neville, can you say "dog?" You're a cat, man, act your species! | |
Thursday, January 5, 2006
That's what's on my mind lately.
I did get some good pictures of the family while we were home, though, and I thought I'd share them here.
First, this is Scott. He is my biological father and due to an early divorce I don't know him very well, but we're trying. We had a nice breakfast together and caught up on some things. It was a good time.
He's the one who has Mable. She's right here.
She is doing well and got a little playful when I came over for a visit. She's big and soft and I like her.
Here's my little sister KK and me having fun at a family cocktail party. She's a riot and I love hanging out with her.
This is her boyfriend, who I met for the first time last week. His name is Stephen and he's really cool. I approve! :)
Here's KK and our cousin Nikki. I asked them to jingle their reindeer heads for me and they did.
Here's my Mom and her hubby Ed. They are a happy couple and they graciously hosted us again this year. Thanks you guys!
This is my Mom. She's a lovely person as you can see by her smile!
This is one of my favorites - it's of my Mom, KK, and me.
I didn't take enough pictures of the other side of my family (why does that always happen!?). Grr.
Here's my Dad. He's the one who gave me the awesome Nikon D-70 with which I took all of these pictures. Sorry about the mid-sip shot, Dad!
Here's my middle sister, Jax. She's kind of crazy as you can see but, for the record, she just got off of work (she's a clown), hence the makeup. She and I are very different, but I look forward to getting to know her as an adult.
This is my sweet, little Grandma. She's my only grandparent left and I can't wait until she meets her great-grandchild (whenever that might be).
This is my cousin juggling glowing balls of light. Pretty, huh?
So that's most of them (well, not really, but I didn't want to bore you). I had a great time visiting them all and I miss them already. I hope you all had a chance to spend some quality time with your loved ones over the holidays! |
Wednesday, January 4, 2006
oberaffentittengeil (pronounced: oh-ber ah-fen tit-ten gile)
This translates "horny as ape tits."
You're welcome. |
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
Take tonight for example.
The scene: friend's house for dinner with two other couples. No booze served until after dinner, once self-embarrassment was well under way.
First episode: Victoria is being silly, relaxing with friends after a heinous first day back at work after a nice long, lazy vacation. The subject of the dreaded South comes up and she immediately remembers the deplorable four years spent in Baton Rouge. The subject turns to southern food to which she pipes, "I'm just not into sucking heads."
Dead silence...then laughter...a few seconds pass before she realizes how this came out. Blushing commences.
Second episode: VW notices that after several hours of silliness and self-embarrassment, Huz is getting that Oh-My-God-I-So-Don't-Know-Who-This-Woman-Sitting-Next-To-Me-Is look on his face and she asks him if he still loves her. He answers the obligatory "Yes honey, of course," adding that when Victoria gets tired and silly she tends to revert to a 13 year-old. Unaffected she retorts, "Well, I just have a child inside of me!"
Dead silence...then laughter...a few seconds pass before she realizes how this came out. Blushing commences.
But, hey, at least this fine company I embarrassed myself in front of taught me how to say "horny as ape tits" in German! |
Monday, January 2, 2006
I will likely be getting two of these lights with the Pottery Barn gift card my Dad got me. Thanks Dad!
Finally, I'll be getting either this
with the gift card that my Mom got me. Thanks Mo!
Feeling spoiled I am! :) |
As you can see, he won this round of the Cambie Bed Competition. Poor girl.
Then Cambie beat him to it the next round. Instead of taking defeat, however, Neville decided to join her and shoved himself in beside her.
Then he decided it was too damn small.
And went begrudgingly to his own bed.
The End. |