Saturday, February 9, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
Last night in his sleep, Aaron scratched at his face, and then said, "Got it." in a very satisfied tone.
Last night I also dreamt about a field full of abandoned puppies, three in particular laying in a box and drowning in rainwater because it was storming. One of them was already headfirst in the water, with its hindparts floating above.
And then Dwight woke up throwing up at 5:30 in the morning, only 30 minutes before Aaron had to wake up for work...poor Aaron. It has been a weird few days.
I have been trying to kick ass playing Call of Duty 4 online. I came in third last night, but typically come in no better than second to last. I wish we could afford another PS3 (what luxury!), so me and Aaron could play each other.
It's very quickly coming towards the anniversary day of adopting Dwight (Feb 13). The other day, I realized that the Irving shelter has a "shelter walker," who takes pictures of all the dogs that end up at the shelter to help get the news out to rescues, or people wanting to adopt. So on a whim, I looked up the guy's name, found his photo page, and ended up finding his picture of Dwight from when he was still in the shelter. It's sort of surreal, and serendipitous because I've always regretted not asking to keep the little cards that were clipped to his cage in the shelter--the one that says, "microchipped, 13 pounds, vaccines given, etc." It would've also said that he would need wrist surgery in the future. Which ended up not being true, but still, it caused the shelter to give him to us for free, as if we had just picked up a changeling off the street. (Their adoption fee was only going to be $10 anyways.)
So here it is, Dwight's "adopt me!" picture and description that the guy came up with for him:
CAGE 18 "Leon" (1024)..male..Staff-X..2/1..2/7 - 12 lbs very friendly ADOPTED 2/13
Aaron and I laughed a lot about Dwight's former name. Leon sounds like a black jazz musician/beat poet.
Last night I also dreamt about a field full of abandoned puppies, three in particular laying in a box and drowning in rainwater because it was storming. One of them was already headfirst in the water, with its hindparts floating above.
And then Dwight woke up throwing up at 5:30 in the morning, only 30 minutes before Aaron had to wake up for work...poor Aaron. It has been a weird few days.
I have been trying to kick ass playing Call of Duty 4 online. I came in third last night, but typically come in no better than second to last. I wish we could afford another PS3 (what luxury!), so me and Aaron could play each other.
It's very quickly coming towards the anniversary day of adopting Dwight (Feb 13). The other day, I realized that the Irving shelter has a "shelter walker," who takes pictures of all the dogs that end up at the shelter to help get the news out to rescues, or people wanting to adopt. So on a whim, I looked up the guy's name, found his photo page, and ended up finding his picture of Dwight from when he was still in the shelter. It's sort of surreal, and serendipitous because I've always regretted not asking to keep the little cards that were clipped to his cage in the shelter--the one that says, "microchipped, 13 pounds, vaccines given, etc." It would've also said that he would need wrist surgery in the future. Which ended up not being true, but still, it caused the shelter to give him to us for free, as if we had just picked up a changeling off the street. (Their adoption fee was only going to be $10 anyways.)
So here it is, Dwight's "adopt me!" picture and description that the guy came up with for him:
CAGE 18 "Leon" (1024)..male..Staff-X..2/1..2/7 - 12 lbs very friendly ADOPTED 2/13
Aaron and I laughed a lot about Dwight's former name. Leon sounds like a black jazz musician/beat poet.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Merde. I just found another cat. Aaron picked me up from the library at midnight, and then we went to the Taco Bell drive-thru. While parked next to the menu before the ordering menu (I always end up being really picky at drive-thrus, I think it's the pressure...there have been times when I've made Aaron circle around again because a car pulled up behind us and it was making me panicky.), we saw a marbled tabby cat walk in front of our car. There are a lot of feral cats in Dallas, and I thought she was probably feral, so I got out of the car to see...I don't know why, I just can't help myself. And of course, she wasn't feral. She ran right up to me and let me pick her up. And there's no houses around there, so we took her home. So now, here she is.
When we got home, we left Dwight in his crate while we had our Taco Bell meal, and then when he seemed chill enough when she went to smell him through the bars, we let him out with a leash on. The cat immediately hissed and batted, and he got scared and ran back into his crate. Now he's taken refuge on the couch. Poor Dwight, I figured he'd probably be ok with a cat, and now it seems like he would, but I still can't have one bc I'm allergic. I've always wanted to have both a dog and a cat and have them nap together...
I need to get working again on my bike project, me and Aaron took the $15 bike I got on Craigslist apart, and started sanding the frame down to re-paint it, but now we're stuck because of the cold weather and our laziness/lack of time. It's teal blue color sitting in the corner is starting to make me nauseous.
When we got home, we left Dwight in his crate while we had our Taco Bell meal, and then when he seemed chill enough when she went to smell him through the bars, we let him out with a leash on. The cat immediately hissed and batted, and he got scared and ran back into his crate. Now he's taken refuge on the couch. Poor Dwight, I figured he'd probably be ok with a cat, and now it seems like he would, but I still can't have one bc I'm allergic. I've always wanted to have both a dog and a cat and have them nap together...
I need to get working again on my bike project, me and Aaron took the $15 bike I got on Craigslist apart, and started sanding the frame down to re-paint it, but now we're stuck because of the cold weather and our laziness/lack of time. It's teal blue color sitting in the corner is starting to make me nauseous.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Today was the first nice day in two weeks, and so we celebrated by taking Dwight to the dog park...well we take him all the time, but usually it's so he will stop torturing us with his hyperness, and so we stand there mournfully in the cold with our hoods cinched way tight...whereas this time it was for us. It cheered me up quite a bit! (I have been down bc of tests, and school, and the same old stuff.)
Recently, we have been making a lot of poor (or lazy) -person shephard's pie. I've always loved the idea of meat pies, it seems so simple, so nutritious--just cut yourself a triangle of pie, and you have your meal... And just recently I learned that shephard's pie 1) does not involve pie crust but rather mashed potatoes baked on top of a savory stew (yum!) and 2) involves lamb meat.
So really, we have been making poor (or lazy) -person cottage pie, which is beef instead of lamb.
Basically, this is Dinty Moore stew with mashed potatoes made from a powder and mild scooped on top, no baking involved. It's really very good.
Also, I have been getting my daily dose of antioxidants, because I've been brewing iced tea. I don't know why anyone owns a tea kettle, I just use the outside pot of my pasta cooker, boil some water, open 16 tea bags and tie them on a string...sort of like making rock candy. okay, that sounds really ghetto...so that's why someone would own a tea kettle! But it's actually really convenient since I make 4 liters of it at a time to fill up some old plastic soda bottles we had.
I now notice that I write a lot about dogs and food, my two favorite things in the world!
Let's see, on our way to the dog park today, we found a ceramic knight leaned against a tree on the street, so we stopped and picked it up and now it's guarding our porch. He only has a small crack on his shield. We are thinking about leaving the extra laser pointer we have near where we found the knight as a trade. I think some little kid over in the projects would love to find our laser pointer, as it even has exchangeable heads on it so you can project a skull, smiley face and a ton of other random images with the pointer.
Ok, and on a final random note, if I got another dog, a fluffy terrier lap dog, I would name it Baruch, which sounds like what a dog would be named in a Jane Austen novel... "Why I do say, Baruch, what shenanigans have you got yourself into this morn?"
Recently, we have been making a lot of poor (or lazy) -person shephard's pie. I've always loved the idea of meat pies, it seems so simple, so nutritious--just cut yourself a triangle of pie, and you have your meal... And just recently I learned that shephard's pie 1) does not involve pie crust but rather mashed potatoes baked on top of a savory stew (yum!) and 2) involves lamb meat.
So really, we have been making poor (or lazy) -person cottage pie, which is beef instead of lamb.
Basically, this is Dinty Moore stew with mashed potatoes made from a powder and mild scooped on top, no baking involved. It's really very good.
Also, I have been getting my daily dose of antioxidants, because I've been brewing iced tea. I don't know why anyone owns a tea kettle, I just use the outside pot of my pasta cooker, boil some water, open 16 tea bags and tie them on a string...sort of like making rock candy. okay, that sounds really ghetto...so that's why someone would own a tea kettle! But it's actually really convenient since I make 4 liters of it at a time to fill up some old plastic soda bottles we had.
I now notice that I write a lot about dogs and food, my two favorite things in the world!
Let's see, on our way to the dog park today, we found a ceramic knight leaned against a tree on the street, so we stopped and picked it up and now it's guarding our porch. He only has a small crack on his shield. We are thinking about leaving the extra laser pointer we have near where we found the knight as a trade. I think some little kid over in the projects would love to find our laser pointer, as it even has exchangeable heads on it so you can project a skull, smiley face and a ton of other random images with the pointer.
Ok, and on a final random note, if I got another dog, a fluffy terrier lap dog, I would name it Baruch, which sounds like what a dog would be named in a Jane Austen novel... "Why I do say, Baruch, what shenanigans have you got yourself into this morn?"
Friday, January 18, 2008
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Today after school, Aaron and I took Dwight on a walk into the ghetto. Basically, the neighborhood becomes the ghetto if we come out of the gate and walk straight, or turn right. If we turn left, it's still possible to get to the ghetto if we turn right again within a block.
Anyways, so we walked him into the ghetto. We try to do this once in a while so he can remember his roots. And they love him there. Just in this one walk, one guy who hangs out at this crack park down the street offered to sell us a puppy ("'Ey! You want another pit? Little girl! You want another pit? They six weeks old.") and another guy sitting at a corner in a wheelchair asking for coins bent down and petted Dwight as he walked by, saying very affectionately "Big puppy!"
Anyways, we stopped to talk to the first guy, mostly because he started following us down the street, and his story about the puppies was, "I'm selling them cheap. The mama, I let her run around wild, and so she dug a hole in this field, and had her babies, and now I can't get her to come home!"
So, we waited until it got dark, and then drove over to the park to see if we could see the puppies (I've dragged Aaron into the dark underworld of puppeh/kitteh pedophiles). We didn't find them, and then we drove past the guy again, who was apparently still on his corner. I got really paranoid that he would recognize us. So I don't think I will be doing that again.
In other news, my sister has been blogging consistently at her new blog, and it makes my day to find a new post so often!
Anyways, so we walked him into the ghetto. We try to do this once in a while so he can remember his roots. And they love him there. Just in this one walk, one guy who hangs out at this crack park down the street offered to sell us a puppy ("'Ey! You want another pit? Little girl! You want another pit? They six weeks old.") and another guy sitting at a corner in a wheelchair asking for coins bent down and petted Dwight as he walked by, saying very affectionately "Big puppy!"
Anyways, we stopped to talk to the first guy, mostly because he started following us down the street, and his story about the puppies was, "I'm selling them cheap. The mama, I let her run around wild, and so she dug a hole in this field, and had her babies, and now I can't get her to come home!"
So, we waited until it got dark, and then drove over to the park to see if we could see the puppies (I've dragged Aaron into the dark underworld of puppeh/kitteh pedophiles). We didn't find them, and then we drove past the guy again, who was apparently still on his corner. I got really paranoid that he would recognize us. So I don't think I will be doing that again.
In other news, my sister has been blogging consistently at her new blog, and it makes my day to find a new post so often!
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