Tuesday, February 24, 2009


I just have one for you today.

A while back my mom was out with her beloved grandchildren and my niece needed to use the bathroom. So mom takes her into the stall an pulls baby wipes out of her grandma arsenal. Because as any good germ-o-phobe knows, you just don't sit on the toilet in the public restroom.

My mom proceeds to wipe down the set, and I'm sure she also wipes under it and around the bowl. None of those dirty germies were going to infest her granddaughter, no sir!

I guess Veronica had waited long enough so she turns to my mother and says, "Nana, how long is this going to take? I gotta' pee!"

And so she did, but not before my mother was satisfied that she had killed any kind of infestation lurking on that pot.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Today's the day

You know what day I'm talkin' 'bout right? It comes around once every year. It makes single people across the country groan and buy themselves some ice cream. And the ones in long committed relationships like Andy and I look at the store fronts and say, "Oh is it Valentines Day again already?"

We've never really gotten into this particular holiday, if you can even call it that. Even in the early years of our relationship it was never a big deal. Sometimes we'll go out to dinner, but usually that's because we desperately need to go to the grocery store. That is definitely the case tonight and I have a suspicion that we'll find ourselves at Wendy's in a little while.

We do have plans though. We are going over to a gathering at a friend's house to watch the UFC fight.

Really, is there anything more exciting and sexy than watching grown men roll around on the ground together in a cage? Yeah, I didn't think so.

Happy love day everyone!

Thursday, February 12, 2009

A personal battle

I don't do pie. I like to eat pie, but in all of my baking adventures pie is the one thing that I have never been able to make well. I can't make pie, and believe me I've tried, but they've all just been mediocre. Not up to my usual standards. So for a while I gave up and decided I'd leave pie to those who were more talented than I.

Then I got a second wind. I decided it was time. I have heard so many horror stories about using yeast and I have that one in the bag. So if I can conquer yeast I needed to go head-to-head with pie again.

Enter The Pioneer Woman and her delicious chocolate pie recipe and viola:

I don't know yet if it's any good,
but if we're going off looks
I'd say it's a success

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

But don't tell anybody

Clearly I'm being punished for something. I don't know what, but as soon as I figure it out I'm going to do some sort of penance. Lent is coming up, so maybe I can make amends with God then. Seriously something has to give.

Remember when I told you that I don't like to keep secrets? Well, I don't. Primarily because I'm just not very good at it. Being a good secret keeper is not a virtue that I posses. Just like patience, that particular personality trait eluded me when I came into this world, and I haven't acquired either talent thus far.

So what's the problem? My friends, in the last month or so I've somehow come to know of four, count them, f-o-u-r totally unrelated secrets.

My head is literally about to explode. Also, I'm pretty sure that I'm going to be struck down the next time I tell a lie or avoid the truth to keep these secrets.

In truth, there is one secret that I'm happy to keep. I wanted to know and until I get the go ahead I'll take it to my grave. But the rest of them? I really just don't care. The only reason I know anything is because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time and honestly the fact that anyone wants to keep these things a secret is beyond me. And in some cases the originator of the secret ought to have kept their big trap shut in the first place.

I can't tell any of you either. I promise to spill the beans as soon as I can. But for now I just had to tell you about my silent agony. And in the mean time if you plan on talking to me and are going to end any sentence with, "But don't tell anyone, okay?", just do me a favor and leave me alone.

Monday, February 9, 2009

On a break...

Ok, so really it's more like I bought a new book that I've been reading in my spare time and in my spare-spare time I'm reading another one. I have some things milling in my head to tell you about and I promise to finish the flaming oven saga before the week is over.

For now, you'll have to be satisfied with a preview of what my mountain is going to look like soon.

Lush, green, beautiful
Spring can't come soon enough

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Grandbunnies: an update

I thought I'd let you all know that all the bunnies that Ginger had been carrying died. In fact, Ginger almost died with them. She has been through quite a lot in the past week. After three shots to induce her and two rounds of x-rays she had to be taken in this morning for a c section.

She is going to be fine, but she won't be breeding again. Tyler and Megan had made the decision before the surgery to go ahead and have her spayed at the same time. She had been through enough and they had spent much more than they anticipated. But then once they started the surgery the vet discovered that her uterus had ruptured and the three remaining babies were lodged between her liver and kidney. Poor Ginger!

I'm sure this is all more than you wanted to know about bunny reproduction, but we've been planning this for a while now and for it all to turn out this way is kind of a let down. But we're all glad that Ginger is going to be healthy again soon and back to her spunky little self.

Next up on the bunny agenda: get Milton neutered. Won't that be fun?