Wednesday, August 31, 2005

No good title for this post
So guess what I got today from my awesome, wonderful work? They gave us all iPods!! Weeeeeee! It was thrilling! We just hit a milestone, and instead of a t-shirt or a hat they gave us technology. Hippity Hoppity glee!

On the down side, I was very depressed watching the news last night. I can't imagine what it is like to be out of home, a job and to wonder if my friends and family are alive while watching my hometown be destroyed. I feel a little guilty opening my iPod box while I see people standing on top of their houses clutching their dogs for dear life. I think we should all do our part to help - give to the Red Cross, offer our homes up to the homeless for tempory shelter, whatever we can do. It could be us some day. As most of my readers know, I am not much of an optimist when it comes to the planetary changes we are starting to see. Us on the West Coast need to prepare for earthquakes and volcanic chaos, those on the East Coast, more hurricanes, those in the middle, tornados. And for all of us - terrorism. I think it is just a matter of time before we see nuclear activity. I don't like this prognosis, mind you, not a bit - its just that I have a bad feeling. I have had this feeling since 2003. A sense of urgency is the best way to describe it. Pray, people, pray. If you don't pray, START.

Oh, and, speaking of prayer: "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" comes to theatres Sept. 9th. Looks a little unnerving...and its based on a true story!! A must-see, of course.

Friday, August 26, 2005

Who's the Boss?
Conversation between Jim and I last night:

Jim: "I'm gonna have to kick your ass."

Me: "Yeah, like you could kick my ass...."

Jim: "Stop trying to be Jane Wayne."

Me: "Then stop telling me you are going to kick my ass."

Jim: "Then stop yelling at me."

Me: "Then stop mumbling."

Jim: shakes head and walks away.

Ding! I win!
It's Time.
Yes my dears, the time has come for Crazydogmama to stop with the iced mochas, the bread, the cheese and the TEN THOUSAND REGULAR TORTILLAS she has been eating per week on her Mexican food binge. It's time to go back to six meals per day of lean meat, veggies and fruit with only water and black coffee to drink. It is also time to get my butt back to the gym 6 days a week instead 2 here, 1 there. I don't know why it has to be so damn difficult. But then again if it were easy, we would all have 6-pack abs and it would be absolutely no fun to say "HA! I look better than THAT fat bitch!" (You know you do) But, I digress.

Anyway, wish me luck - I tend to get all crabby and whiny the first few weeks back on the program.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Crazydogmama's "Magamix" (Maggie, Magadog, Magamix...get it?)
I know, I know, I'm silly and psychotic. But here is my latest mix:

1. Take it Easy - Eagles
2. Calling All Angels - Train
3. Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy - Big & Rich
4. Vertigo - U2
5. The Joker - Steve Miller
6. Crazy Love - Van Morrison
7. I Wanna Do it All - Teri Clark
8. We Are Family - Sister Sledge
9. When Love Comes to Town - U2
10. At Last - Etta James
11. Crazy - Seal
12. The Reason - Hoobastank
13. Orange Crush - R.E.M.
14. Losing Grip - Avril Lavigne
15. Its a Sin - Petshop Boys
16. Baker Street - Gerry Rafferty
17. Let Your Love Flow - Bellamy Brothers
18. Friends in Low Places - Garth Brookes

Howz THAT for eclectic?

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

I've always wanted to know what the 'one ear up and one ear down' means.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Here I am circa 1990 or so...a steady diet of munch 'ems, beer and cigarettes. I also look very confused. Gee, what a surprise.

Monday, August 15, 2005

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Don't Call Me Stupid.
That is my thing. Do not EVER call me stupid. (in a serious way - not like "Come on, stupid! Let's go!) You can call me ugly, fat, blonde, crazy, bitchy, sarcastic, whatever...just not stupid. GOT IT? I will pound on you. HARD. Until you are a quivering mass of pounded flesh. You could say that I will 'get medieval on your ass'. If you call me stupid electronically, I will pound you electronically. Or find you and pound you physically. I have my ways. and you know I could totally kick your ass with all that anger and adrenaline.

Why, you ask? I don't know. Its just a thing with me. I see red, go berzerk, flip-out. Now, I realize I'm not an Einstein over here or anything, but I have a college degree and all that blah, blah, blah. (Don't expect me to type complete sentences and use correct grammar in my blog, though. K?) It just really BUGS THE HELL OUT OF ME. It has only happened a few times in my life, but still, I'm just sayin'.

Oh, and don't hurt my dogs. That, my friend, would be armegeddon for you.

(Note: Out of the blue, ask one of your co-workers how to spell armegeddon and watch their reaction. LOL! )

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Back in Black and Yum-Yum Recipes
I got bored with the old blog-look, so here is what I've done with my afternoon. Shhhh. Don't tell anyone.

This site has some YUH-HUH-MEEEEE recipes - and they're fairly healthy, too!

Took a butt-load of pictures today, so beware of the upcoming photoblog.
I don't know squat
So yesterday when driving the hell-commute home, I found out that the 6-mile road to my house was closed due to a head-on collision. Yay. That means not getting home any time in the next century. I could have stopped for a bite, or gone shopping, but no. I went to the gym. I was trying to avoid that - I even had a list of excuses in my purse. But I went. Like a good girl. I haven't been for awhile and I knew going in that my muscles would retaliate. and they did. Can't walk today. I may have gotten a little over-zealous with the squats. All 60 of them. That may not sound like a lot to you out there who are workout nazi's, but I've truly been a lazy-ass this summer and haven't done SQUAT. Ha. Anyway, I have to admit it did feel good to get back in the groove, but now I have to start all over again with the can't walk up and down stairs or sit on the toilet without excrutiating pain. I kept making Jim get me things last night so that I didn't have to move. You know when you feel all rubbery and shakey 2 hours after your workout, that you will have HELL TO PAY in the next couple of days. Oh well. No pain, no gain - or in my case Pain due to no brain.

Saturday, August 06, 2005

Apparently I need to chill
So the "red alert" I posted has been reduced to "caution". The signals broke up and chilled or something. My husband, who thinks I'm a lunatic (but loves me anyway), says I need to stop going to those sites and to relax and have a beer. You have to understand - I don't get all freaked out over this stuff, it is just interesting to me. I'm not the tweaky type. I'm what you might call an 'earthquake geek'. HOWEVER, according to my husband, I scare the shit out of everyone ELSE. Ok, well, I'm freaking sorry, OK? I should have been a scientist or something. I sometimes get these emails that say something like "Oh my God! I thought I was going to see cute doggies and stuff on your site and all I got was so scared I want to cry."


Thursday, August 04, 2005

Holy crap-a-mundo...
Just in case it may be true, those of you living along the West Coast may want hold on to your ass... go to, click the "what's new" tab on the left side, then scroll down and check out the red alerts. Stan Deyo is a respected man, so I would take heed if I were you. This is not meant to scare, but to prepare...GOSH! :)

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

This just makes me sad
Something is wrong with me
I know that is stating the obvious, but seriously, something is wrong. I have been doing nothing but SLEEPING. I go to work at 8am - get off around 4:30 - go home and sleep until the next morning. I also sleep all weekend...what the hell? I only have 1 job now, you'd THINK I would have more energy - but no. Total and complete laziness. My house is such a mess right now it makes me twitch, and I can't remember what my husband looks like. Could it be the heat? Am I depressed? I dunno. I feel like an uber-sloth. I haven't worked-out in days (that could be the problem) and I just don't feel like doing caca. I've tried to make myself do stuff, but I end up all whiney and crabby. I am going to go get some blood drawn to make sure I'm not anemic or something. Coffee isn't even working.