Bring wet doggers.
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Spring has Sprung
Oberon was released on Monday.
It's Opening Day for baseball.
The sun is shining and the temps are above freezing.
Hello, Spring.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Brudders
We have about 2000 square feet in our home.
Plenty of room for 2 people and 2 dogs.
Yet, for some reason, the dogs enjoy sharing the same square foot of space.
Whether on the loveseat or the floor, it seems necessary for them to lay together.
During the winter, this posed a conundrum.
One excessively furry brudder liked to lay on the deck and eat his weight in snow.
Another less furry brudder enjoyed the warmth of indoors.
So then this would happen.
But now we seem to have perfect brudder weather. It's not too hot (read: over 50 degrees) so Toby still wants to lay outside and it's warm enough that Gordie can enjoy the outdoors too.
And all is right in their world again.
Plenty of room for 2 people and 2 dogs.
Yet, for some reason, the dogs enjoy sharing the same square foot of space.
Whether on the loveseat or the floor, it seems necessary for them to lay together.
During the winter, this posed a conundrum.
One excessively furry brudder liked to lay on the deck and eat his weight in snow.
Another less furry brudder enjoyed the warmth of indoors.
So then this would happen.
But now we seem to have perfect brudder weather. It's not too hot (read: over 50 degrees) so Toby still wants to lay outside and it's warm enough that Gordie can enjoy the outdoors too.
And all is right in their world again.
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Food of the Irish
Luck of the Irish?
Did you see the Vegas post? Obviously I don't know anything about "luck."
Food of the Irish?
Now that's something I can handle.
I volunteered to make Irish Soda Bread for my Mama's annual St. Patrick's Day lunch. I carefully followed the instructions so I didn't make an inedible brick and actually produced something people could eat.
My Mama also tends to decorate for every holiday. A lot. And St. Patrick's Day is no exception.
That only show 1/100th of the number of decorations scattered about the house. There was this other decoration that my bro and sister in law lent her for the day.
A little leprechaun named Jackson. I mean, check out the reddish tint in his hair and those rosy cheeks. He's totally expressing his Irish genes.
We consumed Reuben soup, the bread, deviled eggs (w/green filling) and 2 green desserts for the holiday. Then I came home to the slow cooker corned beef (made w/Guinness) that had been getting delicious all day long, whipped up some thousand island dressing and assembled Andy's favorite sandwich.
It looked like the dogs were jealous of all the delicious food we were having. And last year I learned thatI they always feel better when I put a hat on them. So I found the "old man" hat that Andy purchased in Ireland and went to it.
"So, how about that corned beef?"
"Ugh, Mom, I'm not ready for my close-up!"
"Seriously, are we done here yet?"
"Does this hat make me look smarter?"
I guess I do have a little Irish luck that let me balance that hat on Toby's enormous skull.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!
Did you see the Vegas post? Obviously I don't know anything about "luck."
Food of the Irish?
Now that's something I can handle.
I volunteered to make Irish Soda Bread for my Mama's annual St. Patrick's Day lunch. I carefully followed the instructions so I didn't make an inedible brick and actually produced something people could eat.
My Mama also tends to decorate for every holiday. A lot. And St. Patrick's Day is no exception.
That only show 1/100th of the number of decorations scattered about the house. There was this other decoration that my bro and sister in law lent her for the day.
A little leprechaun named Jackson. I mean, check out the reddish tint in his hair and those rosy cheeks. He's totally expressing his Irish genes.
We consumed Reuben soup, the bread, deviled eggs (w/green filling) and 2 green desserts for the holiday. Then I came home to the slow cooker corned beef (made w/Guinness) that had been getting delicious all day long, whipped up some thousand island dressing and assembled Andy's favorite sandwich.
It looked like the dogs were jealous of all the delicious food we were having. And last year I learned that
"So, how about that corned beef?"
"Ugh, Mom, I'm not ready for my close-up!"
"Seriously, are we done here yet?"
"Does this hat make me look smarter?"
I guess I do have a little Irish luck that let me balance that hat on Toby's enormous skull.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to you!
Friday, March 11, 2011
The True Beauty of Snow
I know everyone else around here is all, "OhEmGee is Winter over yet??!! The cold is slowly murdering me."
And, to some extent, I felt the same.
I wanted it to be warm, sunny, flip-flop wearing weather.
And then some warm weather came and the snow started to melt.
And then I looked in the yard, admiring the lovely feel of the sunshine against my face and the warm ai . . . ZOHMYGOD THE DOG POOP.
Come back, snow, come back.
And, to some extent, I felt the same.
I wanted it to be warm, sunny, flip-flop wearing weather.
And then some warm weather came and the snow started to melt.
And then I looked in the yard, admiring the lovely feel of the sunshine against my face and the warm ai . . . ZOHMYGOD THE DOG POOP.
Come back, snow, come back.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Overheard in Vegas
We went to Vegas a month ago for a long weekend of fun and winnning lots of money!
Except we forgot about the "winning money" portion of the agenda and instead just had fun.
On our first night, we walked to our favorite truckstop/Denny's/motel/casino - the Wild Wild West.
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Andy: So, Elmo, Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley at a bus stop . . .
Rachel, Kara and I, waiting for the rest of the joke: And . . ?
Andy: No, right there. There's 3 people dressed like that waiting for the bus.
Sure enough, we turn are heads and see these 3 characters on the bench at the stop.
Only in Vegas.
Night number two brought our adventure all over the strip and included a visit to an off strip microbrewery. It was here that Andy maybe had a beer too many and we walked off to the next bar.
Kara: We should call Kerri. (pulls out phone)
Andy: YEAH! PHONE BOMB!! (pulls out his phone)
Nagging wife a.k.a. me who is worried about tipsy Andy breaking his expensive phone: Honey, put your phone away, we'll just use Kara's.
Andy: PUT YOUR FACE AWAY!
The next bar we were walking to happend to be a pub that had a 7 second challenge.
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Atop the bar were hourglasses, all timed to 7 seconds. You were allowed to order the beer of your choosing and if you could chug a full pint in under 7 seconds, your drink was free.
Andy: Guinness please.
Bartender: And ready, set, go. (turns hourglass)
Roughly 5 seconds later Andy set his glass down, victorious.
Bartender: Good job, man.
Andy: I feel like I was cheating. That was like drinking milk.
The rest of our visit was a bit tamer and we ended coming home within our budget. Including the time we spent at the airport after a lengthy flight delay during which Andy found the Star Wars slot machines and lost more money.
Except we forgot about the "winning money" portion of the agenda and instead just had fun.
On our first night, we walked to our favorite truckstop/Denny's/motel/casino - the Wild Wild West.
source
Andy: So, Elmo, Marilyn Monroe and Elvis Presley at a bus stop . . .
Rachel, Kara and I, waiting for the rest of the joke: And . . ?
Andy: No, right there. There's 3 people dressed like that waiting for the bus.
Sure enough, we turn are heads and see these 3 characters on the bench at the stop.
Only in Vegas.
Night number two brought our adventure all over the strip and included a visit to an off strip microbrewery. It was here that Andy maybe had a beer too many and we walked off to the next bar.
Kara: We should call Kerri. (pulls out phone)
Andy: YEAH! PHONE BOMB!! (pulls out his phone)
Nagging wife a.k.a. me who is worried about tipsy Andy breaking his expensive phone: Honey, put your phone away, we'll just use Kara's.
Andy: PUT YOUR FACE AWAY!
The next bar we were walking to happend to be a pub that had a 7 second challenge.
source
Atop the bar were hourglasses, all timed to 7 seconds. You were allowed to order the beer of your choosing and if you could chug a full pint in under 7 seconds, your drink was free.
Andy: Guinness please.
Bartender: And ready, set, go. (turns hourglass)
Roughly 5 seconds later Andy set his glass down, victorious.
Bartender: Good job, man.
Andy: I feel like I was cheating. That was like drinking milk.
The rest of our visit was a bit tamer and we ended coming home within our budget. Including the time we spent at the airport after a lengthy flight delay during which Andy found the Star Wars slot machines and lost more money.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Happy Stuff: Girlfriends
Andy is great at being a husband. But, sorry honey, I just can't giggle with you while shoe shopping for hours on end.
My parents are great at being my Ma and Pa. But, sorry fam, I just can't make severly inappropriate jokes while drinking with you.
My dogs are great at being pets. But, sorry bears, even though you're great listeners I need someone who can actually talk back to me.
So that's where my girlfriends step in.
They are tried and true.
Some have known me since I was four years old and had my hair cut like I wanted to be the 5th Beatle.
That means I probably tattled on them and fought with them over a toy at some point.
But they're still here.
Some have known me since middle school.
That means they chose to be friends with me during a time when I had frizzy hair, zits and coke bottle glasses. Sorry, no picture available. I think I destroyed all evidence of this time of my life. Just trust me, I was awesomely adolescent.
But they're still here.
Some I didn't meet until college.
That means they definitely saw me drink to the point of puking which is always a super attractive thing to do.
But they're still here.
This could all just suggest that I pick friends with really low standards.
Or that I pay these people to still pretend they like me.
Or that I'm blackmailing them because I know a lot of their secrets.
But actually, we might just still be friends because they tattled on me, went through awkward puberty with me and poured and consumed the booze that made us fall down drunk.
Or maybe my standards are just as low as theirs.
My parents are great at being my Ma and Pa. But, sorry fam, I just can't make severly inappropriate jokes while drinking with you.
My dogs are great at being pets. But, sorry bears, even though you're great listeners I need someone who can actually talk back to me.
So that's where my girlfriends step in.
They are tried and true.
Some have known me since I was four years old and had my hair cut like I wanted to be the 5th Beatle.
That means I probably tattled on them and fought with them over a toy at some point.
But they're still here.
Some have known me since middle school.
That means they chose to be friends with me during a time when I had frizzy hair, zits and coke bottle glasses. Sorry, no picture available. I think I destroyed all evidence of this time of my life. Just trust me, I was awesomely adolescent.
But they're still here.
Some I didn't meet until college.
That means they definitely saw me drink to the point of puking which is always a super attractive thing to do.
But they're still here.
This could all just suggest that I pick friends with really low standards.
Or that I pay these people to still pretend they like me.
Or that I'm blackmailing them because I know a lot of their secrets.
But actually, we might just still be friends because they tattled on me, went through awkward puberty with me and poured and consumed the booze that made us fall down drunk.
Or maybe my standards are just as low as theirs.
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