These days, I feel like one big potbelly. Last night it was made up of fruit loops and ramen, and tonight it is made up of equal parts canned peaches, cheesy grits, and part of Aaron's tuna melt that he made at 4:30 in the morning and let me share a little of. What are we doing up at this hour? well, I promised myself I wouldn't go to sleep till I finished today's (yesterday's) studying, but you can only stay up so late before today's studying starts infringing on tomorrow's studying, whether you actually go to sleep or not. Does that make sense? Ehn. Neither does the male pelvic organs and perineum. Which is what I'm studying now. You would think it would be pretty useful sexually for a girl to know these things. But it doesn't. If anything, it is the opposite, as everytime I see a guy now, my mind flashes back to cutting a penis in half or de-skinning a scrotum. Ewww. Say it with me.
I have been having serious puppy fever, again, and thus, am annoying Dwight a lot more, especially while he is sleeping, to ask him for more attention! I began wondering today whether this recent obsession with dogs is due to a misplaced maternal instinct. I hope it continues to be "mis"placed until I can get over the sick, claustrophobic feeling the idea of kids gives me.
I am very soon going to use this website (www.strapworks.com) (too tired to look up how to link) to make a Dwight a white collar with candy apple red metal parts, and a matching leash. Can you believe this website? It is so specific--nylon webbing, metal O-rings, etc. Everything you need to make yourself any sort of strap/collar/leash/belt known to mankind. If you end up wanting to order something from there, I will hopefully soon have the 10% off hookup. I am so tempted to Order Now! though, seeing as 10% off will equal about a dollar. If not less.
In any case, we've been looking for a white collar ever since we got Dwight, and still haven't come across one.
Aaron just figured out that some dude has favorited one of my pics on the flickr site, which would be quite flattering, except that when you look at his pictures and his other favorites, you find out it's some 50 year old guy whose favorites are all girls in shorts or skirts. Yeah. That photo (me in crappy clothes hoeing the lawn to be seeded with grass) has 48 views. Which is quadruple the amount of views any other photo on my little-traveled flickr page has ever gotten. Sick, right? One of his other photos features what looks like an 11 year old girl with her back to the camera, in shorts. (He likes to take pictures of people unawares)
Ok, I am starting to feel nauseous. Bedtime.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Saturday, November 17, 2007
lately: kitteh hideaway, ant massacre, meeting stray dogs, mushroom chair, guitar hero
Aaron describes the first two better than I could ever hope to on his blog.
Basically, I came up with the idea of making a shelter for the stray cat that we feed, because I found myself lying awake at night thinking about how cold it was going to get. But it had to be really well hidden because our HOA lady is really strict. Luckily, in the last couple of months, our neighbors have started putting out potted plants by their doors. Like, really ugly things, in my opinion--large clay pots that are faux-fancy. But! it gave me the idea to camouflage the hideout as a large potted plant, by having a false bottom to the pot. The finished result can be seen on the flickr site. Now we just have to wait and see whether the cat uses it or not.
Oh, and we massacred some ants with Terro traps. There are corpses floating in the liquid poison, still. We leave it as a warning to the others.
The stray dogs we met looked like dingos, and were hanging out in a Carnival grocery store parking lot near the condo. I sent Aaron into Carnival to buy some cans of dog food and the dollar store next to it for some leashes to capture them with. (Does this remind you of our kitten pervert days, Lis? As you can see, I am expanding my repertoire to dogs.)
We did manage to get one of them, but then it threw a fit. It was insane how crazy that dog got. And it broke the leash. And then this Hispanic family walked out of the store and to a house on the same street, and the dogs followed them to the house. So I walked over to the house and asked if the dogs were theirs, but they said the dogs were "calle" dogs. Which I don't know if I believe. But anyway, we left them because 1) we couldn't catch them 2) I had no idea what to do with them after I caught them 3) maybe they were being fed pretty regularly by that family, because they looked really healthy.
We got the mushroom chair from craigslist and it is officially the most cozy nap chair ever. I think it looks like a mushroom, Aaron thinks it looks like a bird's nest...it's also sort of an eyesore, but makes up for it with cozy-ness. My idea of a perfect day is curling up on it, with Dwight (on a non-anal-gland-juice day) and reading a book. And it's raining outside.
Aaron describes the first two better than I could ever hope to on his blog.
Basically, I came up with the idea of making a shelter for the stray cat that we feed, because I found myself lying awake at night thinking about how cold it was going to get. But it had to be really well hidden because our HOA lady is really strict. Luckily, in the last couple of months, our neighbors have started putting out potted plants by their doors. Like, really ugly things, in my opinion--large clay pots that are faux-fancy. But! it gave me the idea to camouflage the hideout as a large potted plant, by having a false bottom to the pot. The finished result can be seen on the flickr site. Now we just have to wait and see whether the cat uses it or not.
Oh, and we massacred some ants with Terro traps. There are corpses floating in the liquid poison, still. We leave it as a warning to the others.
The stray dogs we met looked like dingos, and were hanging out in a Carnival grocery store parking lot near the condo. I sent Aaron into Carnival to buy some cans of dog food and the dollar store next to it for some leashes to capture them with. (Does this remind you of our kitten pervert days, Lis? As you can see, I am expanding my repertoire to dogs.)
We did manage to get one of them, but then it threw a fit. It was insane how crazy that dog got. And it broke the leash. And then this Hispanic family walked out of the store and to a house on the same street, and the dogs followed them to the house. So I walked over to the house and asked if the dogs were theirs, but they said the dogs were "calle" dogs. Which I don't know if I believe. But anyway, we left them because 1) we couldn't catch them 2) I had no idea what to do with them after I caught them 3) maybe they were being fed pretty regularly by that family, because they looked really healthy.
We got the mushroom chair from craigslist and it is officially the most cozy nap chair ever. I think it looks like a mushroom, Aaron thinks it looks like a bird's nest...it's also sort of an eyesore, but makes up for it with cozy-ness. My idea of a perfect day is curling up on it, with Dwight (on a non-anal-gland-juice day) and reading a book. And it's raining outside.
Friday, November 2, 2007
- I Am Legend Trailer
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Guess what my favorite part of this preview is! Ze puppeh that turns into a badass german shepherd. A boy's idea of comaraderie is war. Mine is surviving apocalypse with a dog at my side.
Or writing a book at a deserted farmhouse with a pack of wild dogs to roam with, which is what Thomas Harris did while writing Red Dragon...
"In the fall of 1979, I returned home to the Mississippi Delta and remained there eighteen months. I was working on Red Dragon. My neighbor...kindly gave me the use of a shotgun house in the center of a vast cotton field, and there I worked....Sometimes at night I would leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I looked back from a distance, the house looked like a boat at sea, and all around me the vast Delta night.
I soon became acquainted with the semi-feral dogs who roamed free across the fields in what was more or less a pack. Some of them had casual arrangements with the families of farm workers, but much of the time they had to forage for themselves. In the hard winter months with the ground frozen and dry, I started giving them dog food and soon they were going through fifty pounds of dog food a week. They followed me around, and they were a lot of company--tall dogs, short ones, relatively friendly dogs and big rough ones you could not touch. They walked with me in the fields at night and when I couldn't see them, I could hear them all around me, breathing and snuffling along in the dark. When I was working in the cabin, they waited on the front porch, and when the moon was full they would sing."
from "Foreward to a Fatal Interview" Red Dragon, by Thomas Harris
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Guess what my favorite part of this preview is! Ze puppeh that turns into a badass german shepherd. A boy's idea of comaraderie is war. Mine is surviving apocalypse with a dog at my side.
Or writing a book at a deserted farmhouse with a pack of wild dogs to roam with, which is what Thomas Harris did while writing Red Dragon...
"In the fall of 1979, I returned home to the Mississippi Delta and remained there eighteen months. I was working on Red Dragon. My neighbor...kindly gave me the use of a shotgun house in the center of a vast cotton field, and there I worked....Sometimes at night I would leave the lights on in my little house and walk across the flat fields. When I looked back from a distance, the house looked like a boat at sea, and all around me the vast Delta night.
I soon became acquainted with the semi-feral dogs who roamed free across the fields in what was more or less a pack. Some of them had casual arrangements with the families of farm workers, but much of the time they had to forage for themselves. In the hard winter months with the ground frozen and dry, I started giving them dog food and soon they were going through fifty pounds of dog food a week. They followed me around, and they were a lot of company--tall dogs, short ones, relatively friendly dogs and big rough ones you could not touch. They walked with me in the fields at night and when I couldn't see them, I could hear them all around me, breathing and snuffling along in the dark. When I was working in the cabin, they waited on the front porch, and when the moon was full they would sing."
from "Foreward to a Fatal Interview" Red Dragon, by Thomas Harris
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