Month: November 2012

HEY, EVERYBODY! How was Thanksgiving!? Did you eat a lot and then feel sick and then eat a lot all over again?

We got up bright and early so Ben could work out before the day’s festivities and I could take the dogs out for some exercise since they were going to be cooped up with us in my mom’s house for most of the day EATING ALL THE THINGS. I tried to get some running in but the high school had some kind of sports practice going on so I ended up at the dog park and there were some sketchy dogs I had to keep an eye on.

BEFORE any of that though, I started homemade dinner roll dough. Did you know that roll dough has to rise? I was a from scratch making virgin so I was not aware that dough needs to be WARM to rise till it was time for it to actually GET BIGGER. And our house was freezing. So I started load of laundry in the washer and ran the dryer hoping it would warm the laundry room enough. It did not. Then the Internet told me to wrap a heating pad set to low around the bowl and BAM! That bread rose in about 20 minutes. MAGIC! Thanks, Internet!

They turned out pretty badass just in case you were wondering. Well, except the one tray I put on the bottom rack of the oven because I wanted to bake them both at once. They were burned. Live and learn!

Anyway, dinner! Dinner was good, of course. My little brother injected a turkey with butter and bacon fat then deep fried it. He also made a bacon and Bourbon pecan pie. Well, he made two and I brought one home and threatened a pox upon anybody that dared to eat any of it. Ben ate a piece Sunday night and woke up Monday morning hardly able to move from severe neck and back pain. JUST SAYIN’.

When Ben and I got home Thursday night we decided that for the rest of the weekend we needed to have a contest to see who could be the laziest. I think it was a tie because no fucks were given and nothing productive was accomplished. Well, unless you consider leveling your Warlock from 83 to 84 productive and that probably really depends on who you ask.

And that leads me to a different topic for a different blog post for a different day.

Last night Cassidy and I sat on the couch to NOM our delicious tofu stir fry that she made for dinner since she had the day off school while Ben and I had to work. So we were watching one of our favorites, Diners, Drive-Ins & Dives which was showing a really awesome seafood place in Maine and at one point the chef dropped a MASSIVE lobster into a pot of boiling water and my mouth watered as they ran down the list of ingredients for the lobster mac and cheese he was making.

LOBSTER MAC AND CHEESE! IN ALL CAPS!

I glanced over at Cassidy who had the fork half way to her mouth, jaw hanging down, completely frozen. She didn’t move for about 5 seconds so I was all…

Me: I KNOW RIGHT!? LOBSTER MAC AND CHEESE! Do you hear that? That sound can only be angels singing in heaven.
Cassidy: It was… alive?
Me: Well, yes. At one point any meat you eat was alive.
Cassidy: It was alive when they dropped it into a POT OF BOILING WATER!
Me: Yeah… that’s pretty much how lobster is cooked unless you kill it by slicing it’s head in half first.
Cassidy: *dry heave*
Me: That’s why so many people don’t cook lobster at home. They can’t stomach that part.
Cassidy: That’s HORRIBLE. HOW WOULD THESE PEOPLE LIKE IT IF THEY WERE BOILED ALIVE!?
Me: I don’t know how I’d like it, but I would eat that LOBSTER MAC AND CHEESE for breakfast, second breakfast, elevenses, luncheon, afternoon tea, dinner and supper!

I could see tears actually start to well up in her eyes a bit and I had a feeling there would be another vegetarian stint but she ate some turkey chili tonight. The last few weeks have been rough with her and there are times when I question my sanity and wonder how I ever thought I’d be able to parent a teenage girl. Then there are times when she shows this kind of innocence and compassion and I’m reminded that, goddamn it, we’re doing SOMETHING right.

I haven’t figured out exactly what it is yet but it’s SOMETHING.

YAY! I was really nervous because this really could have gone either way. I’m glad the country saw fit to give him 4 more years to continue the path I believe in.

Much like Sunday. Get up, work, come home, eat, watch TV with My Love and go to bed.

I wish I could say more or HAD more to day. This whole blog every day for a month thing really could not have come at a more inconvenient time.

I kind of want to pretend that the entire day didn’t happen.

Saw a movie, ran errands, made dinner.

The end.

Saturday morning I was all LETS LAY IN BED ALL DAY AND DO NOTHING AT ALL AND BE LAZY!

And Ben was all NO, LETS GET UP AND TAKE THE DOGS TO RUN AT THE SCHOOL!

And Danica and Kumo were all SCHOOL! SCHOOL! SCHOOL! RUN! RUN! RUN! YYEEEEAAAAHHHHHHHH!

So we took them over to one of the high schools and let them run. Our dog park is pretty awesome but the sand has really been tearing up Kumo’s paws. He has very sensative skin, don’t ya know, and the grass was much better for his feet. However, I’m a little concerned the way he skids on the wet grass to catch a ball will hurt his hips. Danica LOVED the grass plus all the new smells so I’m sure we’ll go there again. She pooped there and that’s pretty much her seal of approval.

Then we came home and in an attempt to regain My Lazy I took an hour long bath. It was glorious.

Then as soon as I got out Ben was all THE GUY STILL HAS THE COUCHES THAT WE SAW SUPER CHEAP ON CRAIGSLIST LETS GO AND BUY THEM YEAH!

And so we did. Only “we did” took about 5 hours and required renting a uHaul, a trip to the bank, loading REALLY HEAVY COUCHES in the truck, me taking a wrong turn in the uHaul, then unloading the REALLY HEAVY couches and then taking the old couches to the dump.

Not going to complain too much though because they are in really good shape and the dude had them listed for $150 and then told us we could have them for $100 if we could get them out RIGHT NOW. I ended up giving him $120 for helping us move them out of his place and into the truck and for his generally being a really nice guy.

Then I was all I AM GOING TO SIT ON THIS NEW COUCH AND BE LAZY NOW.

And Ben and Cassidy were all WE ARE GOING TO STARVE TO DEATH! FEED US, WENCH!

So they went to the grocery store for fixins and I cooked soyrizo and eggs (which I will be posting a recipe of soon).

And then I was all NO REALLY, LAZY TIME NOW!

And I went to bed.

The End.

(I warned you before this daily posting thing was going to be a little boring. I totally didn’t lie.)

And because I’m not above making fun of myself, here is Vintage Anna.

YOUGUYS! Today is November 1st! It’s NaBloPoMo! I’ve never completed it! So this is your opportunity to watch me fail. AGAIN! YAY!

And also, because I know that Ben and I talk about Kumo a lot and it seems like sometimes we forget that we own another dog I just wanted to point out that’s not the case.

They have such different personalities. Kumo is all WHERE ARE YOU GOING IT DOESN’T MATTER I AM GOING TOO BECAUSE I NEED TO BE NEAR YOU WHEREVER YOU GO IN CASE YOU GET LOST OR ACCIDENTALLY DROP SOME FOOD OR JUST ACCIDENTALLY GET OUT OF MY LINE OF SIGHT BECAUSE THAT WOULD BE VERY VERY BAD. At times it’s cute and at times I’d like to get to go pee without having to hear him smell under the door to make sure I’m still in there even though he’s been sitting there staring at the door since I closed it.

Danica on the other hand will tolerate touching and human interaction when she feels we are worth it. She does get really excited when you come home after any amount of time though! She shakes her little stub around and squirms and does this even though she knows that we won’t pay any attention to her till she calms down. She’ll also acknowledge your general existence if you are in possession of any kind of substance that she could possibly consume. Most of the time though, she’s a loner. She doesn’t really like to sleep in bed with us and in the evenings she’d rather be on her own bed than on the couch cuddling and if she has a crate available, that is her first choice.

So it SEEMS like we take a LOT more pictures of Kumo than we do of Danica but that’s just because most of the time she’s wishing we would only exist at meal times while Kumo is constantly all up in your personal space.

But just because I always feel like an asshole when I post pictures of Kumo and not Danica I present:

Vintage Danica (November, 2009):

She doesn’t look all that different there but she was much smaller than Kumo when we bought her home. You can see the size difference here:

That puppy face still kills me.