"The universe is simmering down, like a giant stew left to cook for four billion years.
Sooner or later we won't be able to tell
the carrots from the onions."
~Arthur Bloch
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
You're gonna love this...
Well here we go again...
Daring To Dream has tagged me for a meme, who am I to say no when I have a few spare minutes (miracle!):
The rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog
2. Share 5 songs you are embarrassed to admit to others that you like and tell why
3. Tag a few people at the end of your post
Billie Jean - Michael Jackson. It's what I grew up with, mkay? He was awesome when he was still black and "normal". Nuff said.
My Heart Goes Bang - Dead or Alive. Hey it was the 80's and trannies were hot. NEXT!
Love Bites - Def Leppard. It was 1988, it was a teenage crush, it was silly and it was a power trip. Highly embarassing yet you'll catch me singing right along when it plays on the radio... who wouldn't?
Vogue - Madonna. Because I just hate that bitch... why do I love some of her songs? Drives me crazy! Argh!
What Is Love - Haddaway. Jesus on a pogo stick, what a stupid song. Tied to a famously stupid movie (Night at the Roxbury). Yet, it crawls into your head like a worm and infects your arse and legs and boom bop bop, there you go when it plays... sigh.
There you go. I can't tag anybody specific lest I risk getting poisonous darts shot at my head but if anyone wants to take a stab at this... gowon, impress meh!
/end of Highly Embarassing post/
Daring To Dream has tagged me for a meme, who am I to say no when I have a few spare minutes (miracle!):
The rules:
1. Link to the person who tagged you and post the rules on your blog
2. Share 5 songs you are embarrassed to admit to others that you like and tell why
3. Tag a few people at the end of your post
Billie Jean - Michael Jackson. It's what I grew up with, mkay? He was awesome when he was still black and "normal". Nuff said.
My Heart Goes Bang - Dead or Alive. Hey it was the 80's and trannies were hot. NEXT!
Love Bites - Def Leppard. It was 1988, it was a teenage crush, it was silly and it was a power trip. Highly embarassing yet you'll catch me singing right along when it plays on the radio... who wouldn't?
Vogue - Madonna. Because I just hate that bitch... why do I love some of her songs? Drives me crazy! Argh!
What Is Love - Haddaway. Jesus on a pogo stick, what a stupid song. Tied to a famously stupid movie (Night at the Roxbury). Yet, it crawls into your head like a worm and infects your arse and legs and boom bop bop, there you go when it plays... sigh.
There you go. I can't tag anybody specific lest I risk getting poisonous darts shot at my head but if anyone wants to take a stab at this... gowon, impress meh!
/end of Highly Embarassing post/
Yes, please
I'd give all wealth that years have piled,The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.
~Lewis Carroll, "Solitude"
Performance goals vs bullWHAT?
I'm wracking my brain trying to come up with something, anything to fill in the mile-long bullshit performance review document this company has just come up with, what a nightmare!
Each goal must be stated in a quantifiable and measurable format (e.g., quantity, magnitude, timeliness, cost, quality, etc.) and the expected behaviors (e.g., work collaboratively, listen to customers, demonstrate judgment, etc.).
Fuck! Speak English for crissake!
I hate these things with a passion.
My head is spinning with stabbing pain (Vegas says I have to learn to ask for massages and not expect him to offer them... this is when I miss my ex), it's again a sauna outside and hrmph, I just don't feel like smiling at the world today except to kiss its ass. Which doesn't taste like chocklit.
I know what the problem is: our bed is just too damn comfy, that's what. It takes superhuman effort to wrench ourselves out if its cooshy embrace at 6:30am - so take my word, don't buy a latex mattress or you too will suffer!
Mouahahahhaha.
OK, time for a 2nd coffee and attacking the pile of work on my desk, all the while doing half-hearted ab work on my chair to the tune of screaming kids outside in the playground near the office.
I miss being a kid, I really do. Remember summer days with popsicles melting all over your hands and you didn't care? No worries about unshaven legs or messy hair back then, either. No period cramps, spotty faces or maladjusted bras and who ever cared if you had garlic breath? No to-do lists that involved ironing or cleaning the toilet, no errands to run or dog poop to pick up.
Ah yes. Those were the days.
/back to I Am Seven Years Old Again In My Dreams post/
Each goal must be stated in a quantifiable and measurable format (e.g., quantity, magnitude, timeliness, cost, quality, etc.) and the expected behaviors (e.g., work collaboratively, listen to customers, demonstrate judgment, etc.).
Fuck! Speak English for crissake!
I hate these things with a passion.
My head is spinning with stabbing pain (Vegas says I have to learn to ask for massages and not expect him to offer them... this is when I miss my ex), it's again a sauna outside and hrmph, I just don't feel like smiling at the world today except to kiss its ass. Which doesn't taste like chocklit.
I know what the problem is: our bed is just too damn comfy, that's what. It takes superhuman effort to wrench ourselves out if its cooshy embrace at 6:30am - so take my word, don't buy a latex mattress or you too will suffer!
Mouahahahhaha.
OK, time for a 2nd coffee and attacking the pile of work on my desk, all the while doing half-hearted ab work on my chair to the tune of screaming kids outside in the playground near the office.
I miss being a kid, I really do. Remember summer days with popsicles melting all over your hands and you didn't care? No worries about unshaven legs or messy hair back then, either. No period cramps, spotty faces or maladjusted bras and who ever cared if you had garlic breath? No to-do lists that involved ironing or cleaning the toilet, no errands to run or dog poop to pick up.
Ah yes. Those were the days.
/back to I Am Seven Years Old Again In My Dreams post/
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Take me away
Sigh. Today is one of those days where outside beckons and my soul longs for freedom... so not fair to have to work through an entire summer, specially when summer here is so short!Sometimes routine feels like a vise around my neck - what can I say? I work to live, just like everybody else, but where are the free hours to enjoy this life? You know? Weekends have been very tempermental weather-wise so planning any outside activities is a risk but am crossing fingers that this Saturday will finally be different.
Family corn boil and I can't miss that! Mmmm first fresh sweet corn crop... been waiting for it since last September. Bring. It. On!!
/end of Whiney post/
Haiku Tuesday
The window at my back
A glass prison.
Outside beckons
Green! Sun! Breeze!
I wimper inside.
A glass prison.
Outside beckons
Green! Sun! Breeze!
I wimper inside.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Find your Garden of Eden
"Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal
and give strength to body and soul."
~John Muir
Today's happy mug is brought to you by...
...Melonhead himself! And his pitbull sidekick Byron, who is afraid the goofyness might be contagious (click to see the expression):
Who ever said doggies have no sense of humour? *grin*
We're all adapting to the routine now, Dakotah doesn't seem quite so lost and confused when we leave after visiting him twice a day; his leg is improving remarkably fast and I am thrilled that he is keeping his meals down. I think we are over the worse bit now. Three cheers!
Dammit I am all out of chockit.
Gasp!
*rummages through all drawers*
Nope, nothing. Gonna have to go for a walk after lunch to stock up, this is just nonsense! If I can only get Hershey to send me a giant box of stuff, now that would be awesome. Yeeaaah!
One can dream, no?
Well... it's Monday, I've no dramaahhs to report and no sexcapades to brag about (that will come later, with the shoes - see below post!). Am fighting to get a raise at work cuz after six years of nothing, I'm at my wit's end - I mean who would endure that, WTF? Tactics people, I need tactics!
OK. Time for lunch of thick yummy soup (homemade spicy chicken stock, new potato chunks, lentils, sliced parsnips, fennel and celeri, italian sausage, fresh dill). Durlicious, lip-smacking and off I go!
/end of Are You Hungry Yet post/
Who ever said doggies have no sense of humour? *grin*We're all adapting to the routine now, Dakotah doesn't seem quite so lost and confused when we leave after visiting him twice a day; his leg is improving remarkably fast and I am thrilled that he is keeping his meals down. I think we are over the worse bit now. Three cheers!
Dammit I am all out of chockit.
Gasp!
*rummages through all drawers*
Nope, nothing. Gonna have to go for a walk after lunch to stock up, this is just nonsense! If I can only get Hershey to send me a giant box of stuff, now that would be awesome. Yeeaaah!
One can dream, no?
Well... it's Monday, I've no dramaahhs to report and no sexcapades to brag about (that will come later, with the shoes - see below post!). Am fighting to get a raise at work cuz after six years of nothing, I'm at my wit's end - I mean who would endure that, WTF? Tactics people, I need tactics!
OK. Time for lunch of thick yummy soup (homemade spicy chicken stock, new potato chunks, lentils, sliced parsnips, fennel and celeri, italian sausage, fresh dill). Durlicious, lip-smacking and off I go!
/end of Are You Hungry Yet post/
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Party shoes? Check!
So, what do you think?*grin*
If you saw the dress that goes with it, you'd understand... reeerrr! Plus with those on, I don't feel quite so short next to Vegas. Oh and he chose them for me, so... Double reeeeer!
/end of Sexaaay Meow Shoes post/
Mamma Mia!
The one good thing about crappy weather on weekends is that you don't feel guilty spending an afternoon at the cinema. Right? Right.
My friend N hauled my butt in to see Mama Mia, more as an excuse to see the movie for the 4th time than anything else I think. Did I like it? I suppose so, in between the oka swiss marbled cheddar scenes. I love Abba as much as anybody else who grew up with them so that somewhat tempered the whole thing, but in a nutshell:
Liked: Meryl Streep, the stunning Greek scenery, the costumes and the story (fatherless girl getting married at 20, finds her mother's diary which detailed a torrid summer with three men so she has no clue which one of them is her dad, she invites them all and they show up - you get the idea of the mess!).
Didn't like: All the shouting, screaming, corny line dancing and utter chaos that reigned during the majority of the film.
It was too much of a chick flick even for me, so... be warned :-)
Next up in the evening was "Superhero Movie", the dumbest thing we had laying around (don't ask). Um. Farts, crotch bopping, more farts, styrofoam brick walls, bad acting, bad effects, bad script, even more farts and very little laughter. Superdud, The Movie. 70 minutes of your life down the drain.
Today was a family picnic out in the countryside but yet again I had to miss out cuz of a crushing migraine. Thank the frigg for Vegas, who went to take care of Melonhead this morning while I tried to get more sleep. Even drugs don't help at this point. Ugggh.
Figures that it's beautiful out today, too.
Am feeling better now but still on the verge of pain so need to take it easy. We ran a few errands and had a nice lunch (I made chocolate espresso milkshakes for dessert), he's also fighting a headache so WTF is going on! Barometric pressure absurdities, no doubt. Anybody else clutching their temples today?
OK time to go pick up my new supersexy dress, I had it altered and it's ready now. August 12th is our huge party at Club 740 in Los Angeles, it's going to be a blast! All I need now are red shoes that aren't flats nor ridiculous stilettos - you've no idea how hard those are to find. Shoemakers of the world, are you listening?? How about us girls who want a small sexy comfortable heel, huh? We exist in droves you know!
Jerks.
/end of Still Spending And Not Earning post/
My friend N hauled my butt in to see Mama Mia, more as an excuse to see the movie for the 4th time than anything else I think. Did I like it? I suppose so, in between the oka swiss marbled cheddar scenes. I love Abba as much as anybody else who grew up with them so that somewhat tempered the whole thing, but in a nutshell:
Liked: Meryl Streep, the stunning Greek scenery, the costumes and the story (fatherless girl getting married at 20, finds her mother's diary which detailed a torrid summer with three men so she has no clue which one of them is her dad, she invites them all and they show up - you get the idea of the mess!).
Didn't like: All the shouting, screaming, corny line dancing and utter chaos that reigned during the majority of the film.
It was too much of a chick flick even for me, so... be warned :-)
Next up in the evening was "Superhero Movie", the dumbest thing we had laying around (don't ask). Um. Farts, crotch bopping, more farts, styrofoam brick walls, bad acting, bad effects, bad script, even more farts and very little laughter. Superdud, The Movie. 70 minutes of your life down the drain.
Today was a family picnic out in the countryside but yet again I had to miss out cuz of a crushing migraine. Thank the frigg for Vegas, who went to take care of Melonhead this morning while I tried to get more sleep. Even drugs don't help at this point. Ugggh.
Figures that it's beautiful out today, too.
Am feeling better now but still on the verge of pain so need to take it easy. We ran a few errands and had a nice lunch (I made chocolate espresso milkshakes for dessert), he's also fighting a headache so WTF is going on! Barometric pressure absurdities, no doubt. Anybody else clutching their temples today?
OK time to go pick up my new supersexy dress, I had it altered and it's ready now. August 12th is our huge party at Club 740 in Los Angeles, it's going to be a blast! All I need now are red shoes that aren't flats nor ridiculous stilettos - you've no idea how hard those are to find. Shoemakers of the world, are you listening?? How about us girls who want a small sexy comfortable heel, huh? We exist in droves you know!
Jerks.
/end of Still Spending And Not Earning post/
Friday, July 25, 2008
What. The. HELL!
I just got my replacement driver's license (since my wallet was stolen Sunday) and OMG!! nooooooooooooooooo!
Was their camera lens warped? I mean, I know I looked like shit on Monday because of stress, heat and humidity but how on earth did they make me look like I have Down's Syndrome?! The bad hair, I accept. The rubbed-out eyes too. But my god - that is not my face :-(
The kicker?
I have to keep this one until 2014. I think I will accidentally "lose" this fucking license quite soon in the office shredder - what a horror. I can't carry that thing around for the next 6 years, I'll fall into a depression!
/end of I Give Up post/
Was their camera lens warped? I mean, I know I looked like shit on Monday because of stress, heat and humidity but how on earth did they make me look like I have Down's Syndrome?! The bad hair, I accept. The rubbed-out eyes too. But my god - that is not my face :-(
The kicker?
I have to keep this one until 2014. I think I will accidentally "lose" this fucking license quite soon in the office shredder - what a horror. I can't carry that thing around for the next 6 years, I'll fall into a depression!
/end of I Give Up post/
Are those cherries in your face?
No, they're my eyes.
Leave me alone!
*rolls cherry red eyes*
I need to get some sleep. Seriously.
Leave me alone!
*rolls cherry red eyes*
I need to get some sleep. Seriously.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
The patient patient
He was soooo happy to come home... went a bit nutters when he saw us at the vets, washed our faces and nibbled ears (as he loves to do), had a shit-eating smile on his face during the ride home - face in the wind - ah, hims a tough little bugger...No way could I walk after such a surgery! But yet he's putting weight on the leg like a trooper, letting me do his physio (although he wasn't too fond of the ice pack) and it's hard to keep him quiet.
My dogsitter just called, poor beanie is having the heaves but has kept his dinner down so far, all these meds are just a bit much for him and I suppose the stress and excitement of coming home doesn't help. Well he's not home-home... oh, the look on his mug when I left tonight with Maika - almost broke my heart. "what? you're abandoning me again?"
Have to get up at 6:30am tomorrow and for every work day after that for a month. Sigh. Not a morning person, really really NOT a morning person.
But for him it's not even a sacrifice.
It's an honour.
/end of Early To Bed post/
What does $4,500 look like?
It looks something like this... (click on the pics for a bigger view, if you're not squeamish)!
Melonhead went nuts when he saw us, so I guess he forgave us for the trauma... the whole ride home he had his face stretched towards the open car window, just breathing in freedom.
I'll post pics of him later... he's now resting in his crate at my friend's place, tonight we start the daily routine of going over to feed him, give his meds & physiotherapy, bio break, ice packs, etc. But oh! The dirty look he gave us when we left - sigh.
*deep breath, repeat mantra: I am a good mommy! I am a good mommy!*
/end of So Happy He's Home! post/
Melonhead went nuts when he saw us, so I guess he forgave us for the trauma... the whole ride home he had his face stretched towards the open car window, just breathing in freedom.I'll post pics of him later... he's now resting in his crate at my friend's place, tonight we start the daily routine of going over to feed him, give his meds & physiotherapy, bio break, ice packs, etc. But oh! The dirty look he gave us when we left - sigh.
*deep breath, repeat mantra: I am a good mommy! I am a good mommy!*
/end of So Happy He's Home! post/
When the brain needs a fart...
Here are some movies I can (and do) watch over and over again when I need to empty my brain and just fall into the magic/laughs/romance/dramah...
Bad Santa
Romeo and Juliet
Kung Fu Hustle
Spinal Tap
Black Stallion
Iron Giant
The Abyss
...I could write down fifty more but you get the idea - do you have favorites or can you only watch a movie once and then that's it? (like my dad, LOL) As you can see I wouldn't mind a bit of a mental getaway right now.
!!Good news!!
The vet just called and melonhead is ready to come home! woooo!
We'll go get him at lunchtime and finally the long rehab process can begin. My friend's place is ready, the ramp is in place and we'll work out a daily routine soon enough - time marches forward, life is good and I am so grateful for all the love, support and encouragement you've all sent our way *sniff*
I may have to thank you with some melonhead pics later - brought my camera with me and hope to remember to use it :-)
I am a warm banana muffin.
/end of Yey Another Thunderstormy Day post/
Bad Santa
Romeo and Juliet
Kung Fu Hustle
Spinal Tap
Black Stallion
Iron Giant
The Abyss
...I could write down fifty more but you get the idea - do you have favorites or can you only watch a movie once and then that's it? (like my dad, LOL) As you can see I wouldn't mind a bit of a mental getaway right now.
!!Good news!!
The vet just called and melonhead is ready to come home! woooo!
We'll go get him at lunchtime and finally the long rehab process can begin. My friend's place is ready, the ramp is in place and we'll work out a daily routine soon enough - time marches forward, life is good and I am so grateful for all the love, support and encouragement you've all sent our way *sniff*
I may have to thank you with some melonhead pics later - brought my camera with me and hope to remember to use it :-)
I am a warm banana muffin.
/end of Yey Another Thunderstormy Day post/
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Ode to my melonhead
"You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me.
They are better than human beings,
because they know but do not tell."
~Emily Dickinson
Still no Dakotah tonight :-(
Sigh. Melonhead is still in the intensive care unit, doing better but not good enough to come home. Ate least he ate a bit this afternoon but the vet techs had to hand-feed him.
If all goes well, we can go get him tomorrow at lunchtime... he's been gone since Monday night.
Miss him like hell.
If all goes well, we can go get him tomorrow at lunchtime... he's been gone since Monday night.
Miss him like hell.
Strength in unity
I am soooo lucky to have such amazing friends like my dogsitter and Vegas, of course!
Seriously, I have no idea how I would manage the twisted logistics all by my own but with teamwork, the elephant in the oven is reduced to bite-sized morsels... Need to keep taking life one day at a time, then one more day at a time. Yeah.
The vet called this morning to say Dakotah is still off his tits and that is surprising them a bit - he is übersensitive to anaesthesia and is having a hard time coming back to reality, unlike most other dogs. Sigh. Poor beanie.
He just wants to sleep, won't eat and won't drink so he's getting quite weak despite the IV drip.
They will slowly wean him off the drugs this morning and we'll see what happens. They won't release him until he can walk and his eyes are clear or that is risking a disaster.
Please keep him in your good thoughts, I hope he can come home tonight but will only find out later today... sigh. It's hard not to feel like a bad parent but we had no choice, it had to be done. *cries*
In other news, it's still London weather today and for the next while, I don't mind much since I have to work anyways but I feel sorry for all those people on vacation! "Hey Jimmy, want to swim in the lake?" "Yeah sure, but watch out for the lighteninzaaaaaaaaaaaaappppp!"
He he.
Vegas holds conversations with himself in his sleep. It's really funny, half of it is English and the other half sounds like Ugandan slang:
"What?"
"What happened?"
"Gulaug"
"Glu glu glu glu gulaug!"
If only I could make this up, but nope. It's all for real. I love that man, even in the middle of the night he makes me smile!
/end of Hump Day post/
Seriously, I have no idea how I would manage the twisted logistics all by my own but with teamwork, the elephant in the oven is reduced to bite-sized morsels... Need to keep taking life one day at a time, then one more day at a time. Yeah.
The vet called this morning to say Dakotah is still off his tits and that is surprising them a bit - he is übersensitive to anaesthesia and is having a hard time coming back to reality, unlike most other dogs. Sigh. Poor beanie.
He just wants to sleep, won't eat and won't drink so he's getting quite weak despite the IV drip.
They will slowly wean him off the drugs this morning and we'll see what happens. They won't release him until he can walk and his eyes are clear or that is risking a disaster.
Please keep him in your good thoughts, I hope he can come home tonight but will only find out later today... sigh. It's hard not to feel like a bad parent but we had no choice, it had to be done. *cries*
In other news, it's still London weather today and for the next while, I don't mind much since I have to work anyways but I feel sorry for all those people on vacation! "Hey Jimmy, want to swim in the lake?" "Yeah sure, but watch out for the lighteninzaaaaaaaaaaaaappppp!"
He he.
Vegas holds conversations with himself in his sleep. It's really funny, half of it is English and the other half sounds like Ugandan slang:
"What?"
"What happened?"
"Gulaug"
"Glu glu glu glu gulaug!"
If only I could make this up, but nope. It's all for real. I love that man, even in the middle of the night he makes me smile!
/end of Hump Day post/
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