Going Out

Guess who's going out for dinner? *Wink*

The newest saga with the dog bed.

So last night as I was preparing for bed, Louie got in his little bed and PISSED IN IT. Then he went under my vanity table and curled up and went to sleep. He wouldn't go back in his bed of course because it was wet with piss. He was marking it obviously, so Maggie wouldn't get in it, but will he ever use it again? Because I can't take it back now! Damn dog. Does this happen to anyone else, or just me? I am so not the dog whisperer. I'm more like the dog screamer.

On the Couch

Me and the puppies have been curled up on the couch watching movies. I watched "Hancock". It got bad reviews, but I liked it. I just saw the preview to "Seven Pounds", and it looks REALLY good. I will be going to the theatre to see that one. It looks like a tearjerker, so I won't be wearing any mascara or eyeliner to the movie. I cry at pretty much everything lately, I swear. Don't know what that is about. What a sappy wuss I've turned out to be.

I got a new bed set (badly needed!) as an early Christmas gift. It's RED! (I know, big surprise.) When my mom and I were out shopping I decided to get it and she helped. It is gorgeous! Comfy too! I'll take a pic of it once I clean up my bedroom. Good God it is a mess! With all the traveling and job craziness, I have slacked off on cleaning. Which drives me nuts, but one thing at a time. I want to paint in there too, and I got some new bathroom fixtures because my house is falling apart. Whether I stay or go, these are good improvements.

The story of the dog bed.

I buy a 35 fucking dollar dog bed and the first night I have it, the damn dog won't go near it. I try to coax him in it, and he whines and puts his ears back like I'm beating him. Then, I try to pick him up and put him in it and he screams bloody murder, wiggles and jumps out of arms. OK, fine. I wake up 2 hours later, and he's laying NEXT TO IT. Yup, my retarded dog.

Then when I woke up this morning, he was all curled up in a little ball in it. He just needed to do it in his OWN TIME. How cute is that?

I only cried once.

Had a nice quiet Thanksgiving with family. Full. Tired. I only cried once. My tummy was a little upset, so I didn't really eat much. Now I'm going to watch a movie, I think. My posts are getting lamer and lamer. I'll try to think of something more exciting a little later, K? FYI, I am all bummed because "True Blood" had its season finale last Sunday and I have to wait until next Summer for the next season! I HATE the way they do seasons now! However, in January, Jack's back! ("24") and also "LOST". So that helps.

Happy Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone who celebrates it.

I miss you, Dad. A lot.

I'm freezing.

I'm laying in bed, and I'm freezing. How is that possible when you are all bundled up?

Naked Tanning

I could so get used to not working, I'm loving this do whatever I want, whenever I want thing, like for instance I'm going naked tanning right now in the middle of the day. I think I would run out of money quickly, though.

Dog Bed & Quaint Lunch

Since Lou can't sleep on the bed anymore, I got him this ADORABLE little cheetah bed! Also, my mom and I went to lunch, and I had hot cider, and a soup & sandwich at this quaint little house-like restaurant. What an awesome day.

I am festive today!

Green shirt, red sweater coat. It is a balmy 33 degrees out today. I have a new pose, did you notice? I need a hobby. Going to do a little Christmas shopping, although my list of people to shop for is dwindling. But I'm not talking about that. Festive, I need to be festive.

They just don't understand posing!

Me and the pups playing. As you can see it is difficult to play with dogs and take your own pics.

Pink Stuff

New pink sweater, and new pink earrings. (From Disneyland!)

One of the worst migraines of my life.

I have been writhing in pain for the last 10 or so hours with the worst migraine I have EVER had. It made me sick; I couldn't see, and I wanted to DIE. It still feels like someone hit me in the head with a baseball bat, although I feel better. There is no relief when you have a migraine, it is just constant pain. It really sucks. The only pain more severe that I've experienced is kidney stones. If the hospital that is covered under my insurance wasn't an hour and a half away, I would have gone to emergency. Seriously.

Beautiful Words

I copied this from Yogagirl's blog because it made me weepy. It is beautiful. I read these words to myself and there are also others out there whom I think should take these words to heart. I know of someone who it might speak to. Life is so very precious and I've learned that I have wasted entirely too much of it.

It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
And if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool, for love, for your dream
For the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
If you have been opened by life's betrayals
Or have become shriveled and closed
From fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own
Without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own
If you can dance with wildness
And let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic
To remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true
I want to know if you can
Disappoint another to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty
Even when it is not pretty, every day.
And if you can source your own life from its presence
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine
And still stand at the edge of the lake
And shout to the silver of the full moon, "YES".
It doesn't interest me
To know where you live or how much money you have
I want to know if you can get up
After the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone
And do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
In the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.

~Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Vet Visit

OK, I'm feeling less sad and pathetic. I went for another vet visit today and Louie was better. They think he may have just tweaked his back. I still can't let him jump, but the bloodwork did not indicate a more serious condition. THANK YOU, GOD. I have to have my Lou-Bear healthy. Too many bad things have happened in the last year for my poor little heart to take anymore right now.

It is weird not working. Last week just felt like vacation, but now I feel anxious. I start my new job next week, and that will be weird too. Lots of change. I feel unusually wiped out today, and I don't really know what to do with myself. I'm kind of wandering around the house. Maybe I'll take a bubble bath and listen to music or something.

Placing Deficits?

I'm sad today. I don't want to get out of bed. The vet told me Louie has "Placing Deficits" in his hindquarters and he can no longer "jump" or go up and down stairs. He can no longer be in the bed because of the height, and that it could be the start of a serious condition. I can't take any more heartache. I just can't.

My Lou

Lou-dog just wants to go to bed, like his Mama.

Bad Things

If you want to know what I'm doing at 3 am, I'm listening to Jace Everett's "Bad Things", and singing along. What do YOU do at 3 am?

Cheryl Sandwich

The "Cheryl" Sandwich: (How I got Jim to marry me.) Fresh warm French bread loaf, deli style roasted chipotle sauce, Inglehoffer creamy horseradish, Alouette garlic and herb havarti cheese spread, green pepper, pepperoncini, tomato, prime deli roast beef, peppered salami, balsamic vinegar, extra virgin olive oil, pepper jack cheese, black ground pepper, lettuce, red onion, and Emeril's Original Essence.

This huge sandwich is great for potlucks and picnics, or you can slice it up and get several meals out it. This is what I did tonight, splitting it into 3 parts. For dessert? The best spiked eggnog on the planet! It has rum, brandy and blended whiskey already in it! Then I brewed myself a nice cup of "Coffee Bean Holiday Blend". I got a new single cup making coffee pot today, too. Love it! Bon Appetit!

Sweater Weather

Back to sweater weather, it's cold! I made it home in one piece about 4 am this morning half dead. I collapsed until 10:30 am and now I'm on the way to the grocery store. Oh, happy day.

It's all in the reflexes.

Gorgeous view of Mt. Shasta!

Now let me tell you about the late afternoon fiascos. First, I took over driving about 2 pm and promptly spilled my Pepsi all over my mom's truck. I was the antichrist for a while as she screamed bloody murder at me. Then, I bought some chipotle peanuts at the gas station and since you can't eat peanuts out of the little bag when you're driving (too difficult), my mom thought it would be a good idea to pour them into the dog's dish. THANKS MA. Those went flying everywhere as well. At that point we were laughing so hard we were crying. Note to self: Do not rub your eyes when you've been eating hot, salty peanuts. OW.

Then we almost died. Doing about 70 mph over the Siskiyou Mountain Summit, a deer pops out in front of me. I swear I'm cursed with that. That would be the 5th one, BUT I didn't hit it! Thank God no one was in the right lane and the deer stopped suddenly, or we would have been in serious trouble. Cliffs on both sides. Bye-bye.

But no, we're still here, albeit a little shaken up. It's all in the reflexes, baby.

Footloose

OMG if y'all could see us now.

My mom put in the "Footloose" CD and we are rockin' out singing and car-dancing. "Everybody cut, everybody cut, everybody cut FOOTLOOSE!"

Now we are "Holding out for a hero." LOL!

Fires

Fires & smoke, not fog. Not good.

Time to go home.

Packing up to leave. :(

My mother is running around like a maniac and it's somewhat entertaining to watch her run back and forth. I'm not really a morning person. I'm very calmly having a cup of Joe.

Call Barbizon

OMG are you laughing your ass off yet at my attempt at sun modeling? Call Barbizon, STAT! LOL! I thought you might especially like my "Cousin It" look where my hair is totally covering my face. I almost spit my drink out through my nose when I saw those. It's fun to be silly.

Sun Modeling

Fun in the Sun

I know these are virtually the same pics I always take, but sue me, I'm having fun in the sun and the pool. It is just so pretty and serene in the back yard. I was also letting the sun soak in on my face this morning on the balcony pictured. Great way to wake up. I did my stargazing from there again last night, too. It was clear, which is amazing considering the smog and the fires. I even wished upon a star! Doubt if it will come true. Hey, that reminds me, I got the coolest fortune in a fortune cookie EVER not too long ago. It said, "In the midst of chaos, you will find love waiting for you.". Isn't that sweet? I never get cool fortunes like THAT; they are always stupid. Not that I believe in that silly crap.

Chocolate Forest

I'm a little melancholy tonight. Only one more day here, then hell drive. My interview went well, I think, it was just a screening to see if I was even qualified. I'm qualified (I hope) and they are supposed to be setting up another phone interview. I guess it is a rigorous process and they are being ultra picky. If it's meant to be, it will be. My motto these days.

I saw this store the other day The 'Chocolate Forest'. What a cool name. When I die, I would like to visit the Chocolate Forest, and I don't mean the store.

You just can't take me to Costco.

OK, it's a little early, but Santa will be able to do all his shopping for me at Costco this year. Although I don't know if I've been a good enough girl for that. LOL.

I found an external hard drive (must back up my digital photos), some great cookbooks (Ina Garten, Giada, and 400 Sauces), plus an IL Divo CD. They are an Italian band that is unique and fun. I like Andrea Bocelli, too. I should live in Italy. I love Italian food, Italian wine, Italian coffee/espresso, Italian music, and Italian makeup. The Borghese makeup I told you about that I love happens to be Italian too. There is just good stuff coming out of Italy, via Costco, I tell you!