A Walk in the Snow

It is very difficult to walk the dogs while trapsing through the snow, and also manipulate a Digital SLR camera all at the same time. Just so you know. The dogs are maniacs. Louie is a wuss and started whining because his paws were cold. Maggie yanks the leash and spins in circles. This is my life. Here's what I got.

Maybe a walk?

I think I'm going to go take a walk with the dogs in the snow and bring my camera. Stay tuned. The dogs are pretty funny in the snow. I hope I don't fall and break my ass and the camera. LOL.

Glad I'm not out of milk.

Snow over a solid sheet of ice. Oh, how I wish I had a fireplace. What kind of idiot builds a house in the mountains without a fireplace? And what kind of idiot BUYS one? Hrmph. It's very pretty, the snow, but I'm not enjoying it like I should be, I guess. If things were a little different for me, I probably would be. It IS Christmassy. But I'm a tad bah-humbug this year. Pity.

Snow Day

I'm not even going to bother getting in my car. It's blizzarding and not expected to stop any time soon. This sucks. Usually, I'm happy because salaried employees get paid, which used to be me, but I'm contract now and losing 200 plus dollars by not going in. Stupid snow. I'm going to go out and kick it. Then go back to bed.

OK, I need to breathe.

I have been out in Christmas shopping HELL. I just had a few things to get to wrap things up, and it took ALL NIGHT. People are irritating and stupid and inconsiderate. I was looking at DVDs stacked on a wall, and two men just walked right in front of me and STOPPED. Um, HELLO? I think I was invisible tonight because everyone was in my way and then wouldn't move. I wanted to punch everyone in the neck. Parking lots? Don't even get me started. I was shaking I was so frustrated. There may have been a few curse words.

Christmas Coffee

Three things.

1. Does it not look like I just rolled out of bed? My hair needs some serious help today.

2) Yes, I am licking my coffee cup from Starfucks, don't you?

3) I may break the record for number of blog posts in a single day.

Dream Interpretation

So, I had a dream that I died the other night. Neat, eh? I thought it was most likely a negative thing, but as it turns out, maybe not.

To dream that you die in your dream, symbolizes inner changes, transformation, self-discovery and positive development that is happening within you or in your life. Although such a dream may bring about feelings of fear and anxiety, it is no cause for alarm and is often considered a positive symbol. Dreams of experiencing your own death usually means that big changes are ahead for you. You are moving on to new beginnings and leaving the past behind. These changes do not necessarily imply a negative turn of events. Metaphorically, dying can be seen as an end or a termination to your old ways and habits. So, dying does not always mean a physical death, but an ending of something.

On a negative note, to dream that you die may represent recent involvement in a deeply painful relationship or unhealthy, destructive behavior. You may be feeling depressed or feel strangled by a situation or person in your waking life. Perhaps your mind is preoccupied with someone else. Alternatively, you may be trying to get out of some obligation, responsibility or other situation.

Freaky, huh?

Tennessee?

OMG, I might have an interview in Tennessee with a really good company that is willing to pay for me to relocate. TENNESSEE!

At least it is warmer there.

It's 16 Degrees

You know, if I didn't have to wait in line for coffee, I would get a lot less blogging done. Not that you are getting Nobel Prize winning material here, but still. My boss is gone for 3 days! Woohoo! Party! Ha. And just in case you didn't believe me on the coldness outside, it is 16 this morning. Brr.

Wind Chill Factor

It's 19 fricking degrees! NINETEEN. It is like FIVE degrees with the wind-chill factor. Maggie is the one in my face, and Louie is bundled up next to me. I am going to have Oreos for dinner. Seriously.

Christmas Money

Things I may get with any Christmas money I receive. What do you think? Polka dot sleep pants and worn-in flare jeans.

Greetings from work.

Let's see, this morning I have a little nagging headache, and its freezing, I don't feel like working, and my mind is wandering, and I can't make it stop. I had a messed-up nightmare, too, so I'm unnerved. I took a pic of my necklace because I'm sure you're sick of my face. OK, yeah, I'm a little grumpy. I admit it. I have my reasons. Maybe it's because I'd rather be on warm beach somewhere having suntan oil rubbed on my back, with a margarita within arm's reach.

Girly Night

I just took a long, hot shower. There is nothing better than a scalding hot, steamy shower when it is beyond freezing outside. I pampered myself with a sugar scrub, a mud mask, and a conditioning treatment. Then, I slathered myself in lotion and now I am wrapping up in cozy warm clothes. Perhaps I'll make myself some hot cocoa now.

Quote Time

"Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of."
-Benjamin Franklin

"Most of the shadows of this life are caused by our standing in our own sunshine."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"To live is like to love, all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it."
-Samuel Butler

"It was a high counsel that I once heard given to a young person, 'Always do what you are afraid to do.' "
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"If you do not hope, you will not find what is beyond your hopes."
-St. Clement of Alexandra

Best Space Heater

Oh my Lord it's COLD! This little space heater is not leaving my side today.

Blizzard Conditions

Well, it was a great evening! My massage was AMAZING. I'm sore this morning, though, and dinner was fab. It is always great to spend time with your friends. Part of the drive home sucked. As you can (kind of) see, it was blizzarding and I had ZERO visibility. The back country roads I have to go on have no streetlights, and no other cars to follow! I made it, though. I was going 2 mph, but I made it. It gave me too much time to think. Life is feeling strange right now. Some things are just dragging out way too long. I don't know what to do with some of the feelings I'm having about other things. Some of the ways I feel don't even make sense, and some of them are just too embarrassing to talk about.

Fashion Show

Here is the CrazyDogMama fashion show, are you ready? HA!

I'm going out on the town tonight with my posse; Juice, Hole and Amy. Get this, a massage, then a nice dinner. Woohoo! I'm braving the snow and ice like a champ. Probably more like an idiot, going out in this kind of bad weather, but I need some social time, or I'll go crazy. Well, crazier.

The shiny shirt might be too dressy, but I don't care. When else am I going to get to wear it? I don't exactly have a jet-set life. Meh.

Kickin' it old school.

Hold on to yourselves, I'm going through old pictures again to sort things out and I'm finding more stupid photos. It's ALWAYS the hair. Always.

Trying to stay cozy.

OK I'm barely awake, but it is a winter wonderland out there and Lou just looks so damn cute.

Here we go.

It is officially snowing. HARD.

Friday night excitement.

I'm bored. I don't want to clean or watch TV, so maybe I'll read or get out the good camera. I was having fun with my little candlelight photo session the other night. I haven't been taking too many pics lately (except my stupid phone pics), so I'm out of practice. Now I just need to figure out what to photograph. I think you have all seen every possible shot of my head and feet. Here's the book I'm reading, it is intriguing. The author, Nicholas Sparks, is pretty good. They carry a lot of his books at Costco. I've put you to sleep now, haven't I?

Facebook vs. MySpace

I am now on Facebook because Myspace sucks. I hadn't updated in EONS, and it really is for the youth. Facebook is silly too, but it has more of an adult feel to it. I can't seem to delete Myspace, though, because it tries to confirm the delete on my old email (which I can't get to), and it won't let me change to my new email. DUMB. So, I just put it as private so weirdos will stop emailing me. Also, the winter storm warning has been reduced to a watch now. THEY LIE. I'm still going home early.

Faces only a mother could love.

Angry face, happy retarded face. I'm not taking a lunch today so I can leave early. There is a winter storm warning in effect, so I need to get my butt home ASAP. I'm thinking of making a pot of stew for dinner. I don't have a fireplace, so my heat bill is going to skyrocket. Awesome.  The news said we are going to have the coldest temps here since 1990. I miss the pool. I'm going to be bored all weekend with zero plans except facials with my girly friends on Saturday night. I need a hot tub.

Best. Card. Ever.

I absolutely ROLLED when I found this card. It is totally something I would say! Sarcasm at its finest.

I'm not sending Christmas cards out this year, but if I did, this is the one you would get. So, consider this your Christmas card. MERRY CHRISTMAS, bitches!

I am very proud of my mom and I!

My mom and I have been laughing all night instead of crying! My dad would be VERY happy about this.  So, we went to Walgreen's earlier, and I farted a little in the store, then grabbed my mom by the arm and hurried us right down the aisle so that no one would know it was me. We were trying not to laugh, but we aren't the most subtle in these situations. Now we're drinking spiked eggnog and God only knows what will happen. Good times.

No one cares what you had for lunch.

A less depressing entry. So, here's my lunch. It's Mongolian beef with veges. It was GOOD. I believe there is a book out there about blogging called "No one cares what you had for lunch". While that is good advice, I'm going to show you anyway because that's how I roll. Don't you think, though, that if they don't care about what you had for lunch, chances are they probably don't care about your cat or your dog or your kids either? I think you are all THRILLED to know what I had for lunch.

The other sad little blurry picture is my fortune. It says, "Your lover will never wish to leave you." Well, wishing and doing are two different things, cookie. Just sayin'.

I need a little extra love today.

This day last year my dad died. It has been very hard for me, as we were very close. This day haunts me because it does something to your soul when you watch someone you love take their last breath. I miss him so very much. There is so much I wish I could talk to him and tell him about. I need his advice. Christmas was his favorite time of year, and he was like a little kid. I don't know how to feel today, except sad.

I have a new bed partner.

Have I ever told you about Mr. Bear? I haven't? Well, I hate to admit it, but I am sleeping with a stuffed bear. Yes, I am 4 years old. Well, sometimes I feel like it; it can be scary at night! Haha.

My mom bought him for me when we went to Disneyland, and I love him! He is the bear on the Grizzly River Ride. I kept picking him up and putting him back down, and she decided I needed him. There is still a little girl in me, and my mom obviously knows that. He's a hand puppet, too! How cool is that?

I am into earrings lately; I don't know why.

But here are the latest dangly ones.

Just got word of a windstorm coming in Friday, some snow over the weekend and temperatures in the teens and low 20's. YIKES. Come hell or high water, though, Juice, Hole and I are getting our facials Saturday night. Right girls?

Jasmine Diffuser Reeds

Jasmine diffuser reeds make my office smell good. My office smells weird otherwise. It's not me.

Obsession is my routine.

Just to clarify, routine is not my obsession, but obsession is my routine. It didn't sound clear to me. I hate routine and wouldn't want anyone thinking I was obsessed with it. LOL!  My obsessions are much more exciting than that, I think.

Doesn't get more exciting than this.

Good morning. This is me drying my hair. The end. I do the same things every day and think about the same things every day. Routine obsession. I think that's what I'll call it.

Tape is the secret.

Here is my first wrapped present. It only took me an hour. I can cook an entire Christmas dinner faster, easier, and with less cursing. That sucker has a BUTTLOAD of tape holding it together. People tend to get frustrated opening my presents. I'm tired now.

Speaking of cooking, I want to make this citrus-marinated flank steak with roasted peppers, with something other than rice, sometime this week. Doesn't that sound good? Who's coming to dinner?

Daily CrazyDogMama.

I know you set your clocks for these silly little daily pics of me. I'm not super interesting, so this is all I can come up with. You can only do so much with a phone camera. Tell me you love them.

Blogging can be lonely. I use it as sort of a diary of what I was doing and when, but it is also supposed to be interactive, which mine lacks most of the time. I have to admit, though, I've met some GREAT people thru this process. It has been unexpectedly meaningful. It is interesting to see your life evolve (or not) and it can come in handy for remembering the dates of events. I also keep a private encrypted journal for stuff I can't talk about in public. There is some SERIOUS stuff in THAT journal. I can't even IMAGINE what would happen if that went public. YIKES. Anyway, happy blogging and blog-reading today.

What has happened to customer service?

Talk about cranky, I feel like choking the shit out of the guy that I just ordered a breakfast burrito from. First, I sat there waiting to order (at the little speaker) for 5 entire minutes with no other cars around. Then, no apology for having to wait. I ordered my burrito with extra salsa. When I got to the window, the guy was scowling and glaring at me. He took my money, then practically threw my bag at me. I smiled and said thank you anyway, but nothing from him. Not a single word. No "You're welcome", no "Have a nice day", NOTHING. If I had had time, I would have gone in and complained. I also should have checked my order, because later down the road I discovered there was NO salsa whatsoever, which renders breakfast burritos virtually inedible. It reminded me of the scene in Lethal Weapon 2, "They fuck you at the drive thru!" I'm sorry, but there is NO excuse for behavior like that in customer service. Maybe his cat died or something, but I wanted to punch him in the neck. He was a greasy little asshole, too. I hope that's not the way this day is going to go.

How I've been losing weight is a mystery.

OK so I didn't have lamb. I picked up a take 'n bake pizza and had it on a PAPER PLATE. The horror. LOL.

It's been awhile, so I agreed to it.

1. What time do you get up?
4:30 am

2. What time do you go to bed?
When (if) I get tired. It varies.

3. Do you like your job?
I feel DAMN lucky to have one right now. People are in trouble all around me. So YES.

4. What is your favorite show?
I love 'True Blood', 'Lost' and '24'.

5. If you could be doing anything right now, what would it be?
Something romantic.

6. Where is your favorite place?
I've never really been anywhere, so right now I guess California. Or in bed.

7. What are you having for dinner?
Probably lamb and veges.

8. What makes you angry?
When people don't listen to me, or are mean to me, and stupid drivers.

9. What do you long for?
No comment.

10. Do you have a secret talent?
Yes.

Lunch Workout?

I should start working out at lunch again, that makes the pounds melt away, and I want to keep going! My boss works out at lunch and so I'm going to go over and take a look at his gym.

Espresso Truffle

I have found the QUEEN MOTHER of all coffee drinks. You'll never guess where. Starbucks! That's right, stupid on every corner Starbucks. It's called "Espresso Truffle". It is FOUR different kinds of chocolate with espresso. I told my friend it was "orgasmic", and she told me, "You need to get laid". LOL. Now while that may be true, it is still a damn fine cup of coffee. ;-)