Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Innovation

So apparently we don't have a lid for this pan. LOL. My mom, so clever.


Speaking of clever, I'm not so much. I got a call from corporate today, and I spoke with a manager who asked me to take the lead on a project. OK, sure, no problem. They want me to reconfigure our entire change process to make it more efficient. Sure! Just let me start messing with the coding for our 3-million-dollar software! Piece of cake! Holy fucking shit. Are you KIDDING me? I'm the one that crashes it weekly, don't they know? I knew there was going to be a catch to that atomic raise they gave me. Fuuuuck. Goodbye, life, nice knowing you.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Those damn birds again!

The Kindle Fire rocks. However, don't let the $199 price tag fool you. After you buy the leather case, a new state-of-the-art router, start using the one touch "buy" button for apps, kindle books and other little goodies, your bank account is down roughly $500. Bah!

I had an awesome evening with fam & friends eating pizza, drinking lemon drop martini's and playing cards. (Disney UNO has "evil" cards!) My friend Lisa and I stayed up past everyone else watching "Everybody Loves Raymond" reruns, then she fell asleep, and I played the new Angry Birds 2012 seasons "Year of the Dragon" and OMG the next thing I knew it was 3 am. This did not help my wrist at all. I need the new ABA group therapy (Angry Birds Anonymous), where everyone sits arounds twitching in withdrawal making grunting Hitler pig noises.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Ouchie

Leave it to me to injure myself. My wrist is unhappy. It hurts so bad I can hardly stand it. I don't even know for sure how I did it, and I don't know yet what is wrong with it. The doctor thinks I probably damaged a tendon, but it feels broken to me and ACHES. X-rays won't be ready until next week and they won't give me painkillers! (Time for a new doctor.) I have to wear this damn thing for 4 weeks. I can't do any friggin' thing. Driving hurts. Sleeping hurts. Drinking a beverage hurts. Typing hurts. Changing channels on the remote hurts. You should see my hair.

Andy, my boss, yelled at me on Friday (he is so awesome, I love him) because I wouldn't go home.  Before lunch he said, "You need to go home and stop trying to type with a broken wrist. For God's sake you are typing with your body at a 35-degree angle because of that thing! I'm going to lunch. If you aren't gone by the time I get back, oh forget it, I know you'll still be here. I don't know why I bother." (Mumbling and waving his hands in the air as he walks out the door.) An hour later he walks in back from lunch, sees me, shakes his head and says, "Of course you are still here.", goes in his office and slams the door. LOL!

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A spending spree for me! Because Christmas is over.

I decided to purchase 13 items off of my Amazon wish list on a whim. I *LOVE* that I can do that! There are still 45 items being wished for on there, so I wasn't ridiculous about it or anything.

Kindle Fire + Leather Case + Car Charger
Book "The Secret of Happy Ever After" by Lucy Dillon
Blu-Ray DVD "Secretary"
Blue-Ray DVD "The Descent"
DVD "Sherrybaby"
DVD "Friends, Season 3"
Black Gel Eyeliner
Teal Gel Eyeliner
2 Makeup Brushes
Mermaid Nail Polish

I'm totally set for entertainment & style for a while!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Old Days and Nowadays

My mother bought a few old movies. I've never really enjoyed old movies before, and never took the time to watch any of them, but she insisted so I gave in. We just watched "Bell, Book and Candle" with James Stewart, Kim Novac and Jack Lemmon. OK, I admit it, I enjoyed it. Actors of old are a little dramatic, but it works.

But what really struck me was how romance was so different. I get so sick of watching movies where two people meet and they are in bed in 5 minutes, then it doesn't work out and they meet another, and then more sex in 5 minutes. It bugs me. I guess I don't belong in this era, huh? Everyone I know has given in to the current times, but seriously, if I slept with every guy I dated, well, GOOD GOD, GROSS! But being old fashioned gets you nowhere, let me tell you. I guess that is why I'm flying solo. Sex is great, don't get me wrong, but how it is thrown around so carelessly now just makes me ill. I can't tell you how many times I've met a guy and they would ask me how big my boobs are or how I felt about anal sex on the first frigging phone call. I mean, COME ON. Call me nutty, but I just hung up. But it's not just guys, if you won't do it, be assured there is a woman not 20 feet from you who will. I can't, or should I say won't, compete with that.

In the last two years of dating, I've met only one man who was sincerely respectful. Joe. I wish it would of worked out because he really was quite chivalrous, and I have to tell you that his behavior was more of a turn-on to me than anything else. Oh well. I'm off to watch another sappy old movie, "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir".  LOL!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Can you relate to # 11? I can relate to # 11.

32 Truths for Mature People

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.

4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on # 5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection, again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word, and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.

14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this, ever.

15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?

16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.

18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.

21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.

22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.

23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.

24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.

25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?

26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.

28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?

29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.

30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.

31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.

32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Hot damn, I done did good!

Here is where I get to brag a little about myself, which is rare.

Ever since I was promoted to management and relocated down to California by my company to be part of the build-out of our new plant in Seal Beach, my workload has been, well, INSANE. Not only has there been a ton to do, but it had to be done with impossible deadlines, minimal staff and with dead-on accuracy. It was a lot of pressure over a long span of time. Not only have I managed to double my salary in two years, but I just received SPECIAL recognition AND reward by executive management for going above and beyond the call of duty.

When called into the Director's office, I was FLOORED at the reward and fumbled for words. I'm surprised I didn't burst out in tears. I really just wasn't expecting that. I've always kind of felt like this easily replaceable peon, but I was just told that our commercialization here could "not have been done without me". Well, I don't know about that, but I have to say it sure felt good to hear it! The Director kept saying things like "Yes, we DID notice all those late nights, weekends and holidays you worked, and yes we DID get personal feedback sent to us from many individuals from all the different sites saying how much they appreciated your help, flexibility and attitude. You are well liked and sought out over your counterparts."

I am kind of in a stupor about it. I should probably snap out of it and get to work before they take it all back. :-D

Friday, January 13, 2012

Motherly Advice

It is ex-fucking-hausting having two goddamned mothers.

Biological (Bio) Mom: You need to call the doctor.
Godmother (not fairy): You really should call the doctor.
Bio Mom: Have you called the doctor yet?
Godmother: Call the doctor on your lunch break.
Bio Mom: Don't forget to call the doctor.
Godmother: Why haven't you called the doctor?
Bio Mom: You really need to tell the doctor you aren't taking those pills anymore.
Godmother: Let me know what the doctor says.
Bio Mom:  When are you going to call the doctor?
Godmother: Did you get the link I sent you? Show it to the doctor.
Bio Mom:  Why don't you schedule a Saturday appt.?
Bio Mom:  You haven't called the doctor, HAVE YOU?!?

Me:  Shut up! Both of you! The more ya'll bug me, the more I don't wanna call the doctor. Leave me ALONE.

Bio Mom (on the phone with Godmother): She just said the more we bug her, the longer she will take to call the doctor. She says she hates doctors; they don't help, they just tell her to lose more weight and quit smoking. I know! Well, it's her fucking life if she wants to be that way.

Me to the blogosphere: Help me, please.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

AMEN, Frank Kaiser!

"One of the perks of dufferdom is an increased capacity to appreciate people. Friends. Spouses. And, for me, women. All women.

When I was 20, I had eyes only for girls my age. Any woman over 30 was ancient, over 40 invisible. Today, now in my 70s, I still appreciate the 20-year-old for her youthful looks, vigor, and (occasional) sweet innocence.  But, I equally enjoy women of my own age and beyond, and every age in between. I've learned that each has its own special wonders, attractions, magic and beauty. As I grow in age, I value mature ladies most of all. Here are just a few of the reasons senior men sing the praises of older women:

-An older woman knows how to smile with such brightness and truth, old men stagger.

-An older woman will never ask out of the blue, "What are you thinking?" An older woman doesn't care what you think.

-An older woman has been around long enough to know who she is, what she wants, and from whom. By the age of 50, few women are wishy-washy. About anything. Thank God!

And yes, once you get past a wrinkle or two, an older woman is far sexier than her younger counterpart!

-Her libido's stronger.

-Her fear of pregnancy's gone.

-Her appreciation of experienced lovemaking is honed and reciprocal.

-And she's lived long enough to know how to please a man in ways her daughter could never dream of. (Young men, you have something to look forward to!)

-Older women are forthright and honest. They'll tell you right off that you are a jerk if you're acting like one. A young woman will say nothing, fearing that you might think worse of her. An older woman doesn't give a damn.

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“If the Lord made anything better than a woman, He kept it for Himself.” — Jerry Lee Lewis

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-An older, single woman usually has had her fill of "meaningful relationships" and "long-term commitments." Can't relate? Can't commit? She could care less. The last thing she needs in her life is another whiny, dependent lover!

-Older women are sublime. They seldom contemplate having a shouting match with you at the opera or in the middle of an expensive dinner. Of course, if you deserve it, they won't hesitate to shoot you if they think they can get away with it.

-Most older women cook well. They care about cleanliness. They're generous with praise, often undeserved.

-An older woman has the self-assurance to introduce you to her women friends. A young woman often snarls with distrust when "her guy" is with other women. Older women couldn't care less.

-Women get psychic as they age. You never have to confess your sins to an older woman. Like your mother, they always know.

Yes, we geezers praise older women for a multitude of reasons. These are but a few.  Unfortunately, it's not reciprocal. For every stunning, smart, well-coifed babe of 75 there's a bald, paunchy relic with his yellow pants belted at his armpits making a fool of himself with some 22-year-old waitress.

Ladies, I apologize for my fellow geezers. That men are genetically inferior is no secret. Count your blessings that we die off at a far younger age, leaving you the best part of your lives to enjoy and appreciate the exquisite woman you've become. Without the distraction of some demanding old coot clinging and whining his way into your serenity."

-Frank Kaiser

Monday, January 09, 2012

Books

After finishing "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" in 3 days, I am now on a reading kick. I like the escape into other peoples messed up lives, rather than dwelling on my own.  Here is the current lineup:

"The Girl Who Played with Fire" by Stieg Larsson
"Walking Back to Happiness" by Lucy Dillon

I love online shopping. I get a bazillion magazines and catalogs in the mail because of my addiction to it. Shopping is way better while done in jammies, coffee in hand, and dogs at feet. No getting dressed, no driving, and no getting annoyed with crowds. Amen.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

All my shows.

Yeah.  I watch a lot of TV.  I have zero energy when I get home from work like most people, so I plop my butt down in the recliner and zone out.  I also have no life to speak of at the moment, so there ya go. 

The newest show in my arsenal is "Rizzoli and Isles". It is this cheesy little cop show that is totally inaccurate, but I love Rizzoli, a smart-ass female detective. If I would have stayed in that line of work, I would totally be her, except I'm not tall, skinny or brunette. I usually don't like those kinds of shows, but this one stuck for some reason. My mom got me hooked on "Bones", too. The rest of my DVR consists of "Big Bang Theory" (I heart Sheldon), "Two and a Half Men" and even though it was technically a better show when Charlie was in it, Ashton is growing on me, I have to admit. He is much more lovable. In real life I cannot abide a stupid man, but it works in a sitcom. I may watch 2 shows coming up called "The River" and "Alcatraz", too.

Then there are my beloved HBO series shows. "Enlightened", "True Blood" and "The Big C". Oh, and let's not forget the history, discovery, animal planet and other such channels. Gotta watch me some mega disasters and scary, elusive creature entertainment. Armageddon week is over, though. Bah! :-(

When my DVR is empty, I watch movies. Nothing else was on, so I watched "Soul Surfer" the other night. Surprisingly, it was a really good flick. I actually felt quite inspired and all warm and fuzzy at the end. Not typical emotions for me. Usually I'm balling, annoyed and flipping off the TV screen by the end of a sappy film. I think I'm perimenopausal, so that really just doesn't help.

I'm sick of typing now, so bye.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

What sucks worse than going back to work?

Getting 2 hours of sleep before having to go back to work. I am naturally a night owl, so if I have more than 4 days off in a row, I get all turned around. So, for instance, my new hours became go to bed at 4 am and wake up at noon. Oftentimes those hours also included a nap around 3 pm. Yes, really. I had to wake up at 7 am today, and it is now 2:30 pm. I want to die, pure and simple. I've had two espressos and an energy shot, and it is still an effort to sit up in my chair. When someone asks me a question, I have a delayed response of about 3 minutes.

I got a brochure in the mail for my local community college, and they are now offering cheap classes for non-students. I am going to take a journalism class, a digital photography class and an Adobe Photoshop class, all for about $150 plus materials. I need to fill my life with more than work, sleep, eat.

Speaking of eating, it is time for my snack. An Ostrim stick.

Favorite blogger statement of 2011, regarding the yearly OB visit, "So then came the fun part, you know, when the doctor inserts a car jack into your vagina."  -Dooce

Favorite realization of 2011: I can say VAGINA whenever I want with NO consequences! Oh, didn't I tell you about almost getting disowned by my former in-laws? Yeah, I said "Vagina" on Easter. You seriously wouldn't believe what was discussed at our holiday dinner table this year! Oh wait, yes you would.  VAGINA, VAGINA, VAGINA!

I cannot follow a thought all the way through at the moment, so that is why this post goes all over the place like I took too big of a hit off a joint.

Sunday, January 01, 2012

2012!

Well, here we are, 2012! What will this year bring? It is my first post of the new year, and I am happy to report that I am feeling pretty good. I drank entirely too much coffee last night so that I could ring in the new year at midnight, but the coffee lasted a little longer than intended and I didn't fall asleep until 4 am.  Bah! It is time to take the Christmas decorations down, do my laundry, program my new universal remote and my new state-of-the-art GPS. I also change out my picture frames with my favorite pics from the year now as a tradition.

I wished all my friends and family a Happy New Year and took Mags for a quick car ride up to the store. I tried one of those small 5-hour energy drinks, and WEEEEE they work!  I'm all shaky like I had 15 cups of coffee. My mom is making me her best dish tonight, roast with potatoes and carrots. I love how she caramelizes the carrots and the potatoes have the roast juice all over them. Yum! I don't go back to work until Tuesday, but I saved all the un-fun tasks I need to do at home for today and tomorrow. What was I thinking? Starting out the New Year with chores.  Hrmph!  I need to re-think this next time.

Well I hear my mama-san getting the Christmas boxes out, guess that means it is time to get going. Happy New Year to you all! Hope this is your best year yet!

XOXO, CrazyDogMama

Friday, December 30, 2011

I did it!

I just spent THREE days straight finishing "The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo" book before I went and saw the movie. I am a slow reader, but I ingest every word into my memory. The movie was good, but the book was phenomenal! The first third is back story, the second third is fascinating, and the last third explodes all over the place! Lisbeth is awesome. LOVE what she does to the rapist, and now that this idea is out there, every "rapist pig" better watch out.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Merry Christmas Eve!

OK, here's the scoop. Went to the doctor. She didn't seem alarmed, said it was probably an infection. I'm on antibiotics for now, getting a chest x-ray next week just to make sure, and going from there. I do not feel sick, and my lungs feel good as far as breathing goes, so hopefully it is just one of those things. Thank you for all of the thoughts and prayers!

Vacation Day 1, Friday: Woke up at 11:30 am because I stayed up until 3 am the night before watching this awful, horrible, sad movie about this dog whose master dies and the dog keeps waiting at the train station for NINE YEARS for his dead master to come home who never comes home. It is a true story and there is a statue of the dog where he waited all that time. OMG, bring on the snot bubbles! No wonder I love dogs so much, what human has that kind of loyalty? NONE. But I digress, I made breakfast burritos, then my mom and I drove up to Cath's, went to dinner, then to a Christmas church thing which was really good, and I cried some more. I'm so freakin' sappy. In the middle of the day just before church, I got two panicked calls from two different coworkers in NJ. I helped them through a crisis and appreciated all the really funny banter that we shared about having no life and working all the time. I've been promised See's candy and cash transfers to my PayPal account for saving their butts and helping during my vacation. LOL! I told them just to forward nice emails to my boss and also Santa. I worked on their problem once I got home and finished at about 2:30 am.

Today I'm probably going to make some homemade hot buttered rum batter, bake some cookies, then maybe go over to Downtown Disney with the ma and have coffee and shop and look at all the pretty Christmas decorations.

OK I'm hungry, I gotta go.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

At least it is a pretty Christmasy Red

So yeah, I'm coughing up blood. Neat. Here's a little piece of advice, don't look up symptoms you have on the internet, they tend to go to the extreme. Am I scared? Not really. It's probably something dumb like a broken capillary, but if it's not, well, then it's not. I'll deal. It's probably something I've brought upon myself. I have a wonderful little 11-day vacation starting Friday, and what I DON'T WANT is to spend all of it at the doctor. This kind of thing needs to happen when I don't have time-off already scheduled. Bah!  It tastes icky. I'd make a horrible vampire.

Monday, December 19, 2011

An answered prayer, and I didn't even know it!

A little while ago, October 17th to be exact, I wrote the following prayer down. I even briefly posted it on here, but then took it off. Can't remember why. I highlighted the last part, and if you read the post below this one that I wrote late last night (early morning), you will see that my prayer was answered about "being OK" with walking my road alone.

Dear God,

I'm sure you probably like it better when we pray, but I am a better writer than I am a pray-er. You know I fall asleep before I finish, and my mind wanders around on everything anyway. I'm more focused this way.

First, I want to thank you for all the things you have given me and all the prayers you have already answered. I am safe and warm, my bills are paid, I have a great job and for the first time in my life I have a savings account and money left over each month. I live in a beautiful house with a pool, you have averted me from cancer, and I have family and friends who love me. This is nothing to shake a stick at, I know. There was a time when I had no idea how I was going to get gas in my car and I was so stressed out and burnt out I thought I was going to have a stroke. This is a big difference, and I don't feel worthy of it, but thank you nonetheless. I'm sorry I haven't taken very good care of the body you have given me. I know the ailments I have are my own fault. I just ask for your help to change all these bad habits of mine.

There are so many people I want to pray for. Not just my loved ones, but for all the people who have touched my life. Stay close to them, even if they don't know you or have forgotten about you. Maybe they will feel you some day, like I do. You know all their names.

OK, here comes the hard part. I have got to be the worst so-called Christian who ever walked the face of the planet. I don't do anything right. NOT ANYTHING. No wonder you had to send Jesus. Here I am with this great life and I'm what? Sad. I have everything, and I am freaking sad. It's stupid, but I don't know what to do about it. You say in the Bible we are supposed to have joy, even in suffering. I'm not good at that. In fact, you could say I royally suck at it. I'm sad in suffering, and I'm sad when everything is fine. I'm SUPER good at doing the opposite of everything you ask of me, however. If you could forgive me, that would be awesome.

I don't know what you had/have planned for me to do, but I'm sure I'm not doing it. I want to change that. I want to do whatever it is I am destined to do for you, no matter how small. You will probably have to keep repeating yourself to me, though, because I don't listen well and I procrastinate. But you know that.

One last thing. It's about my heart. It is broken. Can you fix it? Maybe you have me slated to be this independent woman who doesn't need a companion, but if that is true, can you help me like it?

That is all for now. Thanks for listening. I love you. Good night.

In Jesus' Name, Amen.
Cher

SEE? It is important to write things down! Blogs are good!

Do you ever wonder?

Yup, I'm having one of those I-can't-sleep-and-feeling-a-dark-blog-coming-on kind of nights. I struggle with major depression and anxiety, and sometimes I'm just too tired to fight it. Although all my different shrinks have told me I'm not crazy or Bi-Polar or anything like that, I do suffer from a form of PTSD, which is ironic if you know anything about my life.

There are certain things that trigger my meltdowns and I've learned just to let it happen. You can't side-step it, run from it or ignore it. You have to just accept it and hold on for the ride. I'm not alone in this; almost everyone I know deals with "stuff". Young, old, middle-aged, male, female, doesn't matter. Life is funny that way, it is no respecter of persons. I am not special or extraordinary or any worse off than anyone else. And you know what? There is no passing the buck. My life is my own, and so is yours.  You can't blame your parents, God, the devil, bad luck, karma, your ex or your genes on how things turned out for you. Nope, you can't. You can try, but good luck with that.

Yes, some things happen that are out of your control, but how you deal with it is up to you. I am constantly trying to change my thinking and just surrender myself over to God, but it is HARD. Think about it though, how else do you develop character if you don't have to wade through the shit pond every once in a while? I will admit, sometimes I wonder what the hell I am doing here. On Earth, I mean. I often want to die because I can't think of any reason to stay. But then I snap out of it and go have a cookie. In therapy, they always have to ask you if you are "suicidal" for obvious reasons. I always say this, "Yes, sometimes, but I don't think death is going to be any easier than life, so I realize there isn't any point." That always gets an interesting reaction.  LOL.

I actually do think there is SOME reason I am still alive and kicking, why God hasn't given me the pink slip just yet. Hell, if I know what it is, but yeah.

Here is the weird part. I *am* starting to change. I used to be this dating machine, excited and exasperated all the time trying to find some great guy. The last date I was on was August 27th, with John. I've been asked out several times since then, and even had dates scheduled with different men, but for some reason I stopped emailing back, didn't return phone calls, and cancelled dinners. It all of a sudden just didn't seem that important anymore. About a month ago I was looking at my credit card statement and saw all the recurring online dating site charges. It was a lot of money. I cancelled them all that day. I am still a member of one, a free one, but I only check it if I get an email, and 99.9% of the time I do not respond for some reason or another. John still sends an occasional text wishing me a happy birthday or some such thing, and I still hear from Joe every once in a while. Other than that, I'm just meandering about. I don't know if there will ever be someone else. And I'm not really sure I care. But this is not the source of my depression, it never has been.

Wow. I'm putting myself to sleep, so I'm sure I lost you awhile back. I'm gonna shut it now and go lie down. Gotta try and turn it off for a few hours, must work tomorrow.

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Making Memories

Cath helping us make jam cake.
Mom got me an espresso machine.
Christmas decorations.
All the pups in one photo.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Santa Visits a Wee Bit Early

The kids are flying back to Seattle for Christmas, so we did our celebrating with them this weekend. We had the new traditional Christmas dinner of pizza and spaghetti with meatballs from Biagio's because Crazydogmama's ass is kicked. Then, we opened the pretty presents and watched a movie. Grandma and Auntie Cathy pooped out early. It is getting awfully chilly here for SoCal and it is actually feeling a bit "Christmasy" this year. The pool is 53 degrees and the poor pool heater just looked at me and said, "I don't think so".