Puppy break!

Posted on December 19, 2011 by

I’m working on new posts but figured I’d hadn’t AW’d the dogs recently so it was time.

That and I’ve been playing with my camera trying to figure out settings so there are plenty of them to share.

Ginger-

Ginger in the cabin

at the cabin we rented a couple of months ago

Look deeply into my eyes...

and then getting in my face while I was taking pictures. She loves being in the middle of the action.

Bronco-

Poor little matchstick dog

acting a little pathetic. Because being outside in 70 degree weather is just awful.

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This is not a good picture at all but it makes me laugh. He just looks so serious.

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A good picture.

Ninja-

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Just chilling. Every picture I take of her is basically her laying down, half asleep or it’s just a blur.

Ninja

This is a rare exception. I probably said the t word (treat) and somehow got this picture before she launched herself at my face (yea that is her rational response to the t word, like my face is the treat or something).

I’d like to say I have a picture of all three that is at all decent, but I don’t.

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That’s as close as it gets. It’s from our recent camping trip. They look cramped but believe it or not, they love sharing that crate. They each have their own but like to cram all together instead.

Strange.

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I made it!

Posted on December 9, 2011 by

Oh Pinterest. How I love you so. And hate you, all at the same time.
Love because you are awesome.
Hate because half the time I see things and I’m like, “oh that is so awesome” and then I think about actually making it and then I’m like, “oh that is so not what I want to spend my time on”.
But I decided that I was going to make a concerted effort to at least attempt some of the things I pin.
Hopefully this won’t be a “one and done” but we shall see.

Today I decided upon the “homemade chocolate syrup” found here… http://pinterest.com/pin/23010648065747861/

I love chocolate syrup. Who doesn’t love chocolate syrup?

I like to make chocolate milk. Again, who doesn’t like to make chocolate milk?

I was in the mood for chocolate milk this afternoon and realized I didn’t have any chocolate syrup.

:cue the empathetic crying from the crowd:

So I looked to pinterest and found exactly what I was looking for.

It was really easy!

Sugar, cocoa powder, a bit of salt, water, and some vanilla- things I already had in my cabinets. I love it when it works out like that!

Mixed the cocoa and sugar together, added the water, mixed (actually this was the most difficult part- use a larger pot than you think you’ll need other wise each time you go to mix the cocoa powder will *poof* everywhere, very annoying) it up and set to boil.

After it reaches a boil you simmer for five minutes, remove from heat from five minutes, add vanilla, and then put in a container.

Seriously, it would have taken me longer to run to publix to buy chocolate syrup than it did to make it.

How does it taste? Pretty damn close actually. It’s sugar instead of corn syrup so it has that different taste but I love it.

Just had a glass of chocolate milk and it was rather satisfying if I do say so myself.

Score 1 for Pinterest!

 

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Programming note.

Posted on December 6, 2011 by

You might notice over there on my oh so neglected blogroll is a new entry.

My baby sister has decided to join the world of blogging.

In typical youngest child fashion she loves to be the center of attention, so mosey on over there and check it out.

If you decide to comment, be nice. Or else I will hunt you down and break your kneecaps.

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Bronco’s turn

Posted on December 3, 2011 by

I’ve already done Ginger’s “life story” so now it’s time for the big boy Bronco.

Bronco was born and lived life before us with his parents and siblings and a loving human family. I went and picked him up and he was just as happy and warm and fed and cared for as a little dog could be.

He came home and had a glorious existence. Every toy he could ever hope for, a full dinner bowl every night with fresh water at his constant disposal.
The only blemish on his life’s perfect complexion would be Ginger. It’s not so much that he has a problem with Ginger but more like Ginger has a problem with him. Then again it’s not so much that Ginger has a problem with him but more like she tolerates him.
Given Bronco’s desperate need to have every man, woman, child, and animal love him, this shunning hit him hard. He has done everything that he knows to do to attempt to win her over. Everyday he wakes up and tries his best to endear himself to her. To no avail.
After a few years of constant battle, Bronco received the best gift ever.
Ninja.
To say that Ninja is the best thing that ever happened to Bronco would be an understand of the century.
Those two are inseparable. It is a rare occasion that you see one without the other. They spend all day playing and fighting with each other. When they sleep, they have to be touching.

If Bronco were human he would be your stereotypical pothead surfer. Nothing fazes him. He always wants to eat. He has such a laid back attitude that sometimes I wonder if he would move at all if Ninja weren’t around.
He could also be described as the canine version of a trustifarian. Dog has never had occasion to want for anything. My dog has the potential to be the most obnoxious spoiled brat (canine version) but luckily I saw the storm brewing and headed that off the pass.
The last thing anyone needs is a 90 pound black lab with an entitlement complex.

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Diamonds, nose jobs, and fake boobs galore!

Posted on November 20, 2011 by

With my 5 year anniversary recently passing I was sitting around waxing nostalgic about our wedding and honeymoon. Particularly our honeymoon.
We were married in St. Louis- did the wedding thing, next morning we had brunch with the family and then we drove home to Clarksville where we were living at the time. Left from Nashville the next day and flew to Los Angeles for a cruise.

The cruise came back to the US the day before Thanksgiving and there were no flights to be had so I made the executive decision that we would spend Thanksgiving in Los Angeles and then fly home the next day.
Because we had the time we decided to take advantage of an excursion offered by the cruise line that was a tour of Beverly Hills and various other southern California hotspots.

Sidenote: I am a little bit of an expert when it comes to being a tourguide. When I was a kid I used to stand in front of the mirror and practice my tour guiding and I was amazing. I mean I really need to tap into that talent because it’s being lost right now and that is a shame.

I don’t know where they got the tour guide for this trip. Furthermore, I’m not totally sure how she kept her job as a tour guide. She was awful. Awful, awful, awful in the most fantastic way possible.

We get on the bus and right off the bat she starts talking about the “rarified air” of Beverly Hills. This woman had some real issues with Beverly Hills. Highlight was when we drove down Rodeo Drive and like a good tour guide she pointed out the chandeliers and like the awful tour guide she was she decided to tell us all about how much they cost to make and how much they cost to hang up and how that money could have gone to accomplish so much more than “gilding the entitled lily”. We leave Rodeo Drive and drive around Beverly Hills and on one was safe from her vitriol. The dentist office- they probably fill cavities with diamonds, the doctor’s office- most certainly was a plastic surgeon, the mechanic- well you know they only deal with the most elite vehicles in the world.

We left Beverly Hills and headed towards Santa Monica. I imagine if you’ve ever heard of Santa Monica then you’ve most likely heard of the Santa Monica pier. So as pull into Santa Monica I assume that is where we are heading. Until we pull into the mall parking lot. Oh yes, we went to Santa Monica and saw the beautiful Santa Monica Macy’s.

MrBunny and I decided that we were going to check out the Santa Monica pier instead of the mall’s food court so we headed down and sat down at Bubba Gumps. Seems obvious now but at the time we didn’t consider the fact that a meal at Bubba Gumps might take a little longer than one at the food court. So not only did we get to see the Santa Monica pier we got to run the length of the Santa Monica pier to catch a tour bus. How many people can say that?

We went various other places all complete with the constant running criticism of those with money/those in show business/ pretty much everyone who doesn’t ride the bus.

Judging by the reactions of our fellow tour takers I’m thinking she didn’t get many tips. Which only seems right for a woman who is bound and determined to not ever be a part of the gentry. She likes her air without a side of rarified, thank you very much.

Best trip ever.

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A character study

Posted on November 2, 2011 by

Congrats- I’m working on character development and decided to start with the easy targets, the characters that I spend my days with. So I will be “telling the story” of each of my dogs and now you get to read it. You lucky reader you!

Ginger has had a rough life. And if she could talk, she would tell you all about it. A human Ginger would be crabby and sarcastic and wonder what on earth she did to deserve all this injustice in her life.

When Ginger was a tiny puppy she was dumped in the middle of the road. As she sat on that concrete island watching cars pass she probably wondered what in the hell she was going to do next. She’d been so rudely taken from her mother, shoved in a pillowcase, and then unceremoniously chucked from a barely slowed vehicle. Her ass was bleeding for unknown reasons and she hadn’t had anything to eat or drink for hours or even days- she was a puppy so obviously has no concept of time- and it was rather cold out there in the Kentucky winter.

Whilst contemplating her dire situation a human approached and picked her up, putting her in another car. Seeing how the last car situation turned out, Ginger was less than thrilled with this turn of events but was too tired, cold, and hungry to put up much of a fuss about it.

Luckily this human was of the good variety and cared for her as much as she could with her limited income and resources. A year or so later the human started hanging out with this other human and luckily he seemed to know that dogs can’t survive off canned vegetables alone and saw to it that she was fed actual dog food.

Things were good for awhile. There was a brief moment that a new puppy came along and Ginger wondered why what she had done wrong that the humans needed a newer model but at the end of the day it wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened- oh no, the worst thing that ever happened was when the humans left her at some random gathering of other dogs. And then some other humans came and got her and brought them to their house with an annoying yappy dog whose eye she emphatically stomped out prompting her return to the dog gathering.

There she sat, day after day, pondering how on earth she had come to this place in life when around the corner she saw her original humans! Oh happy day! Ginger returned home with them and life was once again happy.

That is until they brought IT home. IT was big and loud and whiny. IT liked to climb obstacles and was obsessed with trying to convince her to run around like a mad person/dog. IT was the worst thing that had ever happened to her- and she knew this because she’d been pretty sure that she’d seen the worst thing to ever happen and she was wrong before. THIS was the worst thing that could ever happen to her.

Time passed and she learned to tolerate IT, discovering that IT could provide some alternative to the banality of the day. Just as she was starting to warm up to IT’s presence, the worst thing that could ever happen, did just that.

The wild banshee that would make the fictional tasmanian devil look as if he had just a very mild case of ADHD was brought home by the humans. This was the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Not only was IT still around but now IT has discovered that the wild banshee was fun to play with and they spent all day acting like buffoons in a very loud and wild manner. Things were tolerable until the wild banshee decided that she would solve problems with her teeth and now Ginger spends many a day sitting in a corner, bleeding, while plotting her revenge.

This is the worst thing that could have ever happened to her but she will have her day.

Oh yes, she will have her day…

Next segment: we delve into the psyche of the stoner surfer dude that is Bronco.

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Just one of those days

Posted on October 23, 2011 by

Up until recently, I had a delivery route for the paper I write for that took me all over half of my town and part of another. There never ceased to be some sort of amusement out there on the wild roads of southwest Georgia. There was one day however, that was particularly awesome.

It started out just like every other Wednesday. I delivered papers, chatted with a few gas station owners, wished that the good life city would be somehow covered in a blanket of snow as I sweat my lovely rear end off- the normal events. Once I hit about the half way point of my route though things got weird. A very good kind of weird.

I pulled into a gas station (duh) and noticed a new sign in the door that said “Now available- Blanket of Mexican.” I’m not one to pay much attention to broken english (oh who are we kidding, yea I am) but this was too good to pass up. I mean come on, blanket of Mexican? It’s a combination of horror film and “as seen on tv” in it’s finest form.

Just as I had stopped laughing at that somewhat twisted image, I pulled into another gas station and saw a dude standing there wearing a Burger King crown. If I wasn’t a happily married woman I would have talked to him. I mentioned such on Facebook and a friend of mine asked why I couldn’t just talk to him. Apparently she has never found herself in the the presence of such sexiness because if she had she’d know that you don’t just talk to a man rocking a Burger King crown, you have no choice but to go home with him and I’m not that kind of girl.

The crown jewel of my day was at my next stop. I pulled into a parking spot and looked off to my left. The front license plate caught my eye. It was that diamond-plate pattern you find in auto shops and was pink…and it had a big ol’ crown on it.
My curiosity piqued, I took another look and I would not be surprised if the owner of this car had a wedding colors of blush and bashful.

The seats were pink, the steering wheel had a pink cover, the dashboard was wearing a pink coat. It was very very pink. But that wasn’t the crowning achievement. Oh no. That honor went to the embroidery on the seat covers that proclaimed this vehicle was in fact owned by a “lil’ princess”. Because every princess needs a crown there was a rather large one hanging from the rear view mirror.

As I was drinking in this beauty, the owner opened the door.

I damn near died when I saw this woman. She was about 5 foot nothing and at least 75 years old. She had her glasses hanging from a chain and looked like she’d probably been a librarian for 50 plus years.

It’s a good thing I was already parked because I would have probably caused an accident I laughed so hard.

Once I composed myself, I drove on to my next stop. And as god is my witness I’m sitting there waiting for a woman and a Piggly Wiggly employee (who was probably about 6’5, 100 pounds, and pushing 90 years old) to cross the parking lot and I notice the man’s shirt says “Getting Piggy With It”.
I about lost it. Outdated cultural reference adorning the shirt of a man in the twilight of his twilight? It was too much.

By this time I was thoroughly tickled and pretty much anything set me off. The cherry on my fabulous sundae of a day? Driving home and seeing a sign advertising a prayer service for rain.
In and of itself- not a big deal and not very humorous.
The fact that there were big ass snowflakes on this rain-centric sign?
Enough to send me home in a fit of giggles.

Another fabulous day!

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