Chocolate Fix

22 01 2009

Some people (looking at you CWG) seem to think that I’ve gone completely joyless.
To prove you wrong, here are some happy things.

1) My changed lifestyle-contingency medication is “so far so good”.  Since Sunday, I have not had a headache so bad that I gave serious consideration to taking an ice pick to my temple; thus the reason for the change.

2) My friends and I went out to dinner at Melting Pot last night with $5 of each of our dinners going towards cancer research.  Plus, there were drinks.

3) Afterward, one of the girls and I went to Penny’s and I let her dress me up.  “I’m the Anthony Bourdain to your Stacy London!”, I exclaimed as we made our way toward the register.
My purchase?
Something I NEVER EVER EVER considered.

Not actully me, nor the actual vest

Not actually me, nor the actual vest (mine is grey with pin striping)

I purchased a vest.
“I feel like a project!”, I said.  “You ARE my project!”, she giggles.
And today, I have donned the vest.  Thought I don’t have a “real” photo as it’s hard to take photos of myself and I’m not going to any of my co-workers to ask them to take a photo because that sounds like a can of worms I don’t want to open.

4) With last weekend’s near-sub-zero temperatures, I thought I would give a science experiment a go.
In case you’re not familiar, when it gets to be booger-freezing cold out, bubbles are supposed to freeze.

Seeing as we do not have any “real” bubbles in the house, I decided to concoct some.
(For the record, “catnip bubbles” suck)
Also remembering that it’s been years since I’ve done any bubbling and that it was like, 2 degrees out, I opted to practice before heading out.
Bailey was amused.


Soap is tasty!




so close!




It is here somwhere...


look, I sparkle

(P.S. bubbles didn’t freeze but I did)

5) And this gem just came into my office.


How I Spent my Holiday Weekend: By Stephanie

6 07 2008

Come on now, you should know that there is no way my yard looked like this.

It started off like this…

But before that, Melissa came over and helped me decorate two Patriotic Cup-Cakes.

ah-ha-ha-ha! They’re cakes, made from cupcakes! Thanks to “Hello Cupcake!”, though ours looked pretty much nothing like the one in the book except that they were made from cupcakes. But I did get to organize a stack of paper baking cups into 4 colors.

Then Friday morning I got to work. Here are some pre-pictures.

I pulled up a box of weeds… put the weed barriers in place AND mulched. Steve did do three or four “deliveries” to the area, pulled out two barberries (if your landscaper says that barberries are a good idea, I want you to punch them.) and planted our two new plants.

Screw you barberry!

That is the hole you USED to occupy and now you’re behind the tree in the back of the house. You didn’t even give me a chance to kill you, I guess you wanted it to hurt when Steve removed you from the garden. I never liked you anyways.

Now this I like…

That would be a cactus. Yes, like a real cactus, blooming in MY YARD!!!

And here’s your required Bailey picture of the event. She hadn’t seen a sprinkler in action, so when we put the new one on, she didn’t know what to do.

After some well deserved showers, we went over to a friends house for a cook out, volleyball and a fire. B likes to go over because they have a black lab and they basically spend the day chasing the ball around the yard.
Here she is, waiting for SOMEONE, ANYONE to throw the ball.

Our friends also have two girls (3 years and 11 months) and I’ll usually hang out with them… thus explaining the toys in the background.
BTW, Steve left me a message on the answering machine last night (I opted to hang out in the yard). “(the 3-year old) wants to know where you and Bailey are because she misses you.”
So when Beeses is done playing, she lays down.

Yes, she is RIGHT NEXT to the grill. She also likes to lay next to the fire and a few fires ago, an ember landed on her. She was excited because people were touching her, to put out the smoldering ember.

Sunday morning, I put the swing together and Steve worked on some mulching. I then cleard out the last weed box and cleared the way for my flags, peonies and some cool purple plant. I planted Sweet Dreams and Heaven’s Gate in the back box and once they really take, I’ll photograph them.
We also compromised on the daisies.
I pulled out the lot in front and replaced them with my Arizona Blanket.
The BirchBell is planted near the tree.
Steve moved the back hosta to the hole where the Most Evil Barberry was.

I love the fact that our yard is now nice to look at… neighbors probably think that someone new moved in… I’m no longer embarrassed of the view of my weed boxes from the road.
And at the end of the day, my cactus had bloomed twice.

(posted from the glider swing.)

Hot Fun in the Summertime

25 06 2008

(yes yes, I know that dogs aren’t supposed to have “people food” and yes yes, I know what not to feed my dog. She’s made it this far.)

(Oh, and below each picture is what Bailey would be saying, if she spoke human. Thankfully, I purchased Rosetta Stone in dog.)

“Pupcicle?! I’d love one!”


“Om nom nom nom nom”

“Great, and now I have brain freeze. Thanks a lot mom.” (and to all you PETAers, she’s blinking)

This one was harder to dechiper as there was a bunch of shouting coming from another yard. It’s either, “You have to sleep sometime woman.” or “I’m working on growing thumbs and then all the popcicles will be mine. Mine! MIIIINNEEE!”

You know you wanna see Beezis on Click on her to vote.

kali (thinks she) is a Dog

7 03 2008

Here is your dose of tooth decay (coincidence that XM is playing “Sugar Sugar” by The Archies, I think not).

Last weekend, I was playing on the internets, as you can see by my lower half in the pic.  And Steve’s bouncing around trying to get me to look at Kali.  Finally, I’m like, “what?” and he points to Bailey’s Bed (read: toy collector).

If you look amongst the toys, you may see a little gray and white kitty SLEEPING IN BAILEY’S BED.
This is not the first time she’s disrespected Bailey’s personal space.  There is a picture in the original K.Wo.B. post.  She often eats B’s food, drinks her water and playfully bats around dog toys.
If Kali could sing “Na na nana na” she certainly would.
Kali’s primping is a fine example of how cats and dogs can get along.
Granted, it took a few cat-slap-to-dog-faces to learn but we’re pretty sure that Kali is the dog and Bailey is the cat.
Some day we’ll get video of Bailey purring and weaving between legs.

Bailey is Special…

26 02 2008

To foster learning the adorable trick of hiding, the dog trick book suggested to put a sticky-note or something that will make your dog want to scratch it’s face.
So I find some stickies and press one on the side of Bailey’s lip.  She looks confused.  She stares with her telekinetic ways towards the pouch of my hoodie where the treats are.
The sticky falls from her face, not missing a beat, she catches it in mid-air, eats it and goes back to staring at the pouch.

I wonder about her sometimes.

Seriously, I almost threw up…

20 01 2008

And the purring!  Seriously.
1) I have the heat on, it’s not that cold
2) This happens ALL THE TIME.  In fact, they’re doing it right now.
I figured that if I almost threw up, you should too.
The Gooeyness

And this is just for good measure.

Good Measure

Happy Thanksgiving!

22 11 2007

What do you get when two adults start the day with Baileys and Coffee, adding one VERY tolerant lab and a sentiment gone awry?

Bailey’s Thanksgiving Wish
(By the way, she got three mini-biscuits after this and later she gets some turkey.  Not for nothing Bailey, not for nothing…)
(P.S. Bailey is our dog’s name, not just a drink)