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.