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Sit. Stay. Good Human.

15 Monday Jul 2013

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Bear, circus, dog sitting, dogs, Dragon, Jax, Riggins

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I once went on a couple dates with a guy who treated me like a puppy.  I think the total number of dates was 3.  I kept giving him a shot because he looked so good on paper.  Cute enough, had a stable job, lived in a house near the city, had a vacation house in Big Bear, etc.  I tried to pretend that he didn’t talk to me like I had just peed on the carpet, but it was a deal breaker.  I swear the dude even patted the top of my head … honest.

I thought of him today when I realized with all the time I spend with dogs I’m surprised my human interactions haven’t been downgraded to one word commands, angry staccato growls, and high-pitched words of encouragement.  I suppose it’s only a matter of time.

This week I have 3 guests plus Riggins.  That’s four adorable dogs and sometimes I feel like the lion tamer at the circus.  When getting in the car you can hear me say:

  • Jax up.  Jax up.  Good boy!
  • Riggins up.  Good boy!
  • Bear up.  Bear up.  BEAR UP!  Good girl.
  • Dragon up.  Up.  Good boy!

Then reverse when we get out of the call but add a couple “stay” to keep them in place until they are called.

When I leave the house by myself you hear:

  • Jax to your house.  Jax in.  Good boy! (close crate and lock it)
  • Bear next, to your house.  Dragon back.  Dragon stay.  Bear in.  Bear to your house.  Good girl! (close crate and lock it)
  • Dragon come.  Good boy.
  • Riggins treat.  Treat.  (take Riggins outside with treat and close and lock gate)
  • Good Dragon.  (close and lock the backdoor)

All I need is a top hat and some of those big black boots and I’ll be set for the center ring!

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Camping Menu

08 Monday Jul 2013

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Camping, camping menu, Cooking, kira, logan, Pinterest, Riggins

photo (12)This past holiday weekend my Dad, Mom, Riggins and I drove my folk’s motor home to my sister’s families house in Oakhurst, CA (just outside of Yosemite). From there we drove a short distance to Bass Lake to spend the 4th of July at a campground. My dad does a great job of reserving early so we get the perfect camp site that can easily fit all of us and is just a short walk to the lake.

For the camping portion of our trip I was in charge of the menus. Partially because I volunteered but I also think my family didn’t want to hear me moaning and groaning about my stomach hurting after each meal. My stomach tends to get angry at 1/2 the things I try to eat. My taste buds and stomach DO NOT get along! Like any good social networker I turned to Pinterest for fun, yummy, and camp appropriate recipes. I thought I’d share them with you:

Lunch #1 – Tuna Macaroni Salad. (I skip the onion — because I don’t like it.) I actually make a batch of this at home every once in a while and eat it for lunches for a week. It’s super yummy. I usually use “Smart Pasta” because I like to fool myself that it makes it better for me. For the camping trip I used vegetable bowtie pasta and it was pretty delicious. Honestly the only reason why I used that kind of pasta, is because the day I went shopping was super hot and I was sick of running errands. By the time I got to Target (my last stop before the grocery store) I had given up and decided God put grocery stores inside Targets for a reason and who was I to question him?

Dinner #1 – Grilled Chicken and Fruit Foil Dinner. This one I have to be honest … I didn’t really follow the recipe. The grocery store didn’t have pears so I substituted with plums and apricots. The plums were delicious while the apricots where a bit tart. I also didn’t use dried sage leaves because I’m just not that fancy. Foil packs are the perfect camping dinner. You pile in some food into foil, wrap it up, and stick it in the coals. Tada! Dinner! I didn’t know how long to leave them in so made up a time when my dad asked me. Probably 45 minutes ish … maybe it was 30. I don’t know. Chicken scares me so I tend to over cook it. Just check it every now and then and pull it out when it seems good. I really liked these but they definitely didn’t win any “best of” awards.

Dessert#1 – Campfire Cones. Hells ya! These were the bestest in the westest. Take a sugar cone, stuff it with yummy stuff (we used pieces of marshmallows, pieces of Hershey bars, and strawberries), wrap up in foil, and throw on coals for a bit (no idea of the time … we let them cook until we couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to eat them). I like these better than S’mores (gasp). They were a big hit.

Lunch #2 – Lunch boxes. We needed something we could take down to the lake to eat so my sister and I sneaked (I originally wrote “snuck” but spell check didn’t like that word. I Googled it to see if it was right and just happened to be on the Google images page from a previous search. A TON of boobies came up. Why? Explain please. What am I missing? Snuck. How is that equal nudie time? Am I missing something obvious????) away from the water pre-lunch to put together our individual lunch boxes. We used regular Tupperware and cupcake liners (not the silicone ones — regular paper ones). Depending on who you were your box contained some of the following:

  • cheese slices
  • crackers
  • apple slices
  • spinach & kale dip (If my dad asks you kale is just lettuce. It was tough enough getting him to continue to eat the dip after he learned it was made with yogurt. He wouldn’t be able to handle the honesty of kale.)
  • trail mix
  • pepperoni
  • turkey lunch meat

I dropped in a little bubble container (party give away size) in each one (different colors) to be able to identify whose was whose. Go on to Pinterest and search “lunch boxes” and you will see some real food art! We weren’t that fancy. We plopped ingredients in individual cupcake wrappers and shoved them in a container.

Dinner #2 – Sweet and Sour Turkey Meatballs Foil Dinner. The link to this recipe isn’t at all what I used but it was how I thought of the dinner so I’ll give them credit. In lazy mode I had my dad purchase premade/precooked turkey meatballs. Why not? It just makes the entire dinner prep that much easier! My mom and I put 4 meatballs on foil, topped them with a handful of pineapple, some red onion and sweet and sour sauce. Then we wrapped them up and stuck them in the coals to heat. That’s it! These dinners were really good and everyone’s favorite (except my Dad’s who doesn’t like pineapple. Add that to the yogurt dip mishap and he may not allow me to be in charge of the menu ever again.).

Dessert #2 – Campfire Cake. Sooo …. I’ve done this now …. don’t have to do that again. They were good but not at all worth the effort. First my mom and I took the time to scoop out the oranges. A task I’m afraid we both failed at. My mom insisted there had to be a way to get all the pulp out while I had long since given up and said “good enough” at a certain point. She finally fell in line with my thinking and we semi dug out the pulp in enough oranges for everyone. image (15)Somehow my dad and I choose the juiciest oranges on the planet and a good portion of juice and pulp ended up all over the front of my shirt and shorts. I was afraid the bugs would find me even more delicious with orange sauce so I covered myself with bug spray to keep them off the scent (it was too much trouble to go change). I did this spraying out side in the open which I learned was necessary from a small incident the night before when I sprayed myself in the motor home and set off some sort of secret fire alarm thing that my dad didn’t even know existed. Ooops. Back to the cake. I poured in cake mix, wrapped it up, and stuck it in the fire. Honestly they weren’t great so I give these a big thumbs down. Just make the cake the old fashioned way and be done with it. You also end up with a bowl full of orange guts. I was a good little girl and ate oranges during dinner that night and lunch the next day. My dad managed to gulp down some juice as well. Post camping lunch when I put them on the table for everyone to eat my dad let his real feelings show upon cleaning up when he said, “let’s just throw this orange shit away.” Done!

Snack – Cowboy Caviar. I’ve told you before this dip is delicious and I’ll tell you again … it’s delicious. As far as I’m concerned no party, social gathering, or camping trip should be without it. Make it. Eat it. You’ll be happy you did.

So there you go! Some of these will make it on the next camping trip menu while others will be ditched making room for some new ones. What camping meal do you like that I can try next time?

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Man Overboard

02 Tuesday Jul 2013

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bathing suit, lake, Riggins, summer, swimming, vacation, water

photo (10)You guys it’s 1 million degrees outside. Maybe 1 zillion. I’m dying. Riggins is dying. Riggins never did well in the heat but as he gets older his tolerance is even lower. As I get older I’m right there with him. Luckily, we will soon be heading up to my sisters and camping on a lake. That’s right … a lake.

I LOVE to swim. It makes me so happy. I can’t wait to get to my sister’s house and jump in their tiny little portable pool. It’s not big enough to do laps but it’s big enough for me to submerge my entire body in and grin with happiness! Then we will be off to the lake where Riggins can join in the fun (when I say join in I mean come into the water in a frenzy trying to save his mommy from drowning only to find out he is in water and claw his way up my body to sit on my head). He has a life-preserver so he won’t die and so he has a handle that I can use to turn him around and push his butt back to shore.

I can’t wait! Water water water here I come. I can’t wait to walk through the muck of the lake and get to the depth where I can swim. I can’t wait to swim wayyyyyyyy out and turn image (16)around to see all the little faces staring at me from shore. I can’t wait to use my new and improved Bar Method flexibility and toe pointing skills to choreograph one woman water dancing shows to the music in my head. I can’t wait to wrap a noodle around Riggins and force him to bob up and down in the water with me. I can’t wait to blow bubbles and push my hair off my eyes. I LOVE IT ALL. I’m never coming out of the water … EVER!

One thing that always causes anxiety when water is close is what bathing suit to wear. Am I right ladies? Here is the thing … I’m fit and all, but I look HORRIBLE in a two piece. I have amazing abs. Seriously. Super duper abs … they are just hidden under a layer of tummy fat. I feel like a beached whale in a two piece. I also get really annoyed in any fashion bathing suit that I can’t swim and be free without worrying about a wardrobe malfunction. Who has time to make sure their boob is covered when they are frolicking in the wonderful cool h2o? So I decided a few years ago to give up on fashion bathing suits and only wear my competitive swimming ones. They freakin’ rock! They fit and keep everything in place and you can swim and dive and splash and no one will see your goodies. I actually have a two piece competitive swim suit that I had sworn I was going to wear this summer. My thought was I would wear it to swim laps and get comfortable in it while tanning my lily white tummy. Alas I am jobless and can’t pay for pool time so my stomach still hasn’t seen the light of day. At one point I had the brilliant idea to wear it outside so I could sun while the dogs played, but I didn’t. Sunbathing is boring. I can’t do it. Then I thought it couldn’t be that bad? How different could my skin tone really be. So I held up my arm to my tummy and it turns out it was bad. Oh well …. no worries. I’ve got two great one pieces that will do just fine.

I’ve got Riggins life-preserver, my suit and open water goggles all ready! Throw in some sunscreen, undies and a nightshirt and Riggins and I can consider ourselves packed for the holiday weekend!

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Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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bike, Chloe, dogs, Mashugana, Riggins, Trek

I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue.  How did you know?  I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise.  Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home?  That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs?  Nah.  I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore?  Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left?  DING DING DING.  I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101.  As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed.  Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life.  So I left …. now I have no job.  No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left.  The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails.  Let’s face it could I do it?  Yes.  Am I good at it?  Yes.  Would I be miserable?  Probably.  Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else?  Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread?  Is this really what we have come to?  Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness.  No possibility of both?  THAT’S DEPRESSING.  No wonder I’m blue.  Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”?????  Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude.  He was very nice and understanding.  I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me.  Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you.  They can make anyone happy!

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Feeling Blue?

01 Monday Jul 2013

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I just received this email message:

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Why yes Trek bike e-mail marketing folks I do feel blue. How did you know? I took this as a sign that I should cancel my evening Bar Method class and instead get out my non-Trek (I’m not fancy enough for that brand) bike and take a cruise. Then I thought about having to put on those tight bike pants with the giant pad in the crotch and figured I’d stick with Bar Method for my stress release today.

I think the more important thing is why am I blue:

  • Is it because I just drove Shug home? That means driving in to and out of Santa Monica, and that commute would make a grown man cry.
  • Is it because it’s Chloe’s last day and I will miss my two little dogs? Nah. I mean I will miss them but I’ll be happy to give some well deserved TLC to Riggins.
  • Is it because you can’t get those delicious fat chocolate chip cookies at Carl’s Jr. anymore? Let’s face it that is just devastating and frankly has eliminated one of my life coping mechanisms.
  • Is it because I gotta pack for my Fourth of July camping trip and I hate packing?
  • Is it because it’s so hot outside I sweat just thinking about going out there?
  • Is it because I really need money and received no less than 3 calls from a gentleman wanting to talk about a VP of Sales job in the same industry I just left? DING DING DING. I think we have a winner.

I believe it is these voice mails sitting on my phone, staring at me, mocking me, and that I have been avoiding, that have me silently sobbing while driving down the 101. As you know I left my job because I was unhappy and very stressed. Stressed to the point that it was hurting my quality of life. So I left …. now I have no job. No prospects … except for jobs exactly (or really similar) to the one I left. The thought of having to take one so that I can pay my bills sends me into a downward spiral requiring Xanax and mixed cocktails. Let’s face it could I do it? Yes. Am I good at it? Yes. Would I be miserable? Probably. Sigh …. why oh why can’t someone give me a shot at doing something else? Something I’d like to do and wouldn’t dread? Is this really what we have come to? Having to choose between a roof over our heads and happiness. No possibility of both? THAT’S DEPRESSING. No wonder I’m blue. Why can’t someone call me and say “I saw your resume on (insert one of many job related sites) and would love for you to be the executive director of Los Angeles’ new no kill shelter.”????? Is that really too much to ask?????

In order to put a stop to my giant pity party of one (plus two dogs in the backseat) I swung into McDonald’s for a tasty $1 large diet coke, came home, put on my big girl panties and called back the job dude. He was very nice and understanding. I am just beyond sacred that it will get to a point where I will have to buckle and take a job like my old one and by the time it comes to that I would have already told everyone I’m done with sales and they won’t want me. Aaaaaaahhhhh.

To stop the stress and unhappiness let me share pictures of Chloe and Mashugana with you. They can make anyone happy!

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Hot Head

27 Thursday Jun 2013

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anger, crafts, dogs, dream, funk, Game of Thrones, Glendale, hot head, Petco, Riggins, Trader Joes

You guys … I’m at the end of a very short fuse today and I have no idea why.  Maybe it’s the heat.  Maybe I’m hungry.  Maybe I need a nap.  Who knows.  I just know that I’m getting pissed off at the drop of a hat so everyone better watch out!

It started after I got up early to feed Riggins and went back to sleep.  I had a nightmare that I was employed for this horrible company with a horrible boss (real boss from ions and ions ago).  She was a disaster and off doing who knows what, so I had to take over, but really couldn’t because some of her minions were being moronic and annoying.  Anyway, I had Riggins with me and he would take on anyone who pissed me off (probably due to my reading a few chapters of Game of Thrones before nodding off to sleep — i heart direwolves).  Finally the big wigs of the bigger company that had just acquired us decided my ridiculous boss needed a big ol’ award, and I lost it.  I strolled right up to that big ol’ boss and gave him a piece of my mind!

Upon waking I decided to go see World War Z.  Mostly because Brad Pitt is the dreamy-ist.  I was starving so ducked into a store to get a bagel and ate half before putting the other half in the bag to save for a post movie snack.  Upon entering the theatre I was told I could not bring outside food in.  I tried to explain that I wasn’t going to eat it and planned to purchase popcorn from the theatre but the ticket man would have NONE OF IT.  I really don’t know how I got out of the stand-off.  I think he just knew he needed to back off.  I pushed the bagel bag in my purse, all the while him explaining how that wouldn’t help, and walked past him.  I don’t know what makes me more irate … being told what to do (which I have a strong emotional and primal response against) or horrific customer relations.  Why are movie theatres so bad at customer service?  I find it baffling.  All of them are.  I’ve boycotted almost every theatre in the LA area at least once due to a bad experience.  It seems so easy.  I SO NEED a big movie theatre chain to hire me as the customer service expert to modify and fix their “procedure manual” and train their employees.  By the way I totally ate the other 1/2 of the bagel during the movie out of spite.

On my way home I stopped at Petco to get some Riggins food.  As I was balancing a 25 pound bag of dog food on one hip/arm and grasping a 10 pound treat box in the other arm I was run into, cut off, and fully annoyed by two Glendalians (mother/daughter I assume) who had their itty bitty dogs in individual shopping carts.  Heaven forbid the little darlins’ walk around the dirty ol’ store all on their itsy bitsy own.  The women were the WORST.  Since they made a dash to the check out to get their before me you would think they would be ready to check out.  Oh no …. I stood there with my arms full and aching while they talked and debated and disagreed and then asked the dogs their advice — about purchasing a specific dog treat at check out.  Even the cashier looked at me and rolled his eyes.  Grrrr.

Then I made the mistake of going to Trader Joes in Glendale which is really just asking for it.  Nothing specific happened but I did glare angrily at no less than 5 customers and 1 employee.  You will just have to believe me when I say they deserved it!

photo (9)Sigh … I need to chill out.  “Chillax” as my sister would say.  Well first I have to wash the dishes and go work out.  Then I can sit down and sip on some wine in my newly decorated wine glasses.  Anna came over this weekend to do “crafts” (aka eat cheese and drink wine) and we each designed a set of custom wine glasses (or juice if you are one of Anna’s kids).  Anna expertly put initials on each of hers.  A feat I was in awe of since I have failed every single time I’ve tried this seemingly easy task.  I  put the silhouettes of some of my dog visitors on mine.  I think they all turned out very well! (Directions how in original glass decoration post).  I also have two adorable dogs coming to stay with me starting tonight.   Wine out of a classy glass and cutie pie dogs … that should snap me out of this funk!

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Birthday Boy!

26 Wednesday Jun 2013

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image (9)Saturday was a big day for us.  Before going to my friend’s wedding I had to celebrate Riggins birthday!  On the 22nd of this month Riggins turned 8.  Such a sweet and loving boy!

Jax, Bear, Riggins, and I got up and headed off for the Laurel Canyon dog park.  It’s a giant park that gives the dogs lots of room to run around.  The three of them investigated their surroundings then Riggins found a nice cool spot in the shade while Jax and Bear headed off to chase critters and other dogs.  The two sibblings would take constant breaks from their activities to go check on Riggins and join in the relaxing shade.

image (11)All were pooped when we got home so I thought it was the PERFECT time for birthday pictures.  Bear refused to wear a birthday hat.  Apparently she isn’t forced to be the subject of ridiculous pictures constantly like Riggins is.  Jax was a little more accommodating, but not much.  Riggins knew what was up and bravely sat still while I placed a coned hat on his head and started snapping away.  He wasn’t happy about it, as you can see, but he was willing to go along.  By the time I tried to take pictures of him and me Riggins was done and refused to do more than lie on the floor.  As a reward everyone got some extra treats!

This is the first time Riggins has celebrated image (14)his birthday with other dogs vs. just humans.  I’m not sure if he liked having to share in the attention and treats although it made for great pictures!  My folks gave him presents which he opened on Sunday.  Once opened, I had to quickly hide them as Jax felt he should get treats too and warning growls filled my living room!  Jax and Bear went home yesterday so this morning I brought out Riggins treats for him to play with.

Happy Birthday sweetie Riggins.  You are the bestest!

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Would You Like a Side of Fava Beans with That?

20 Thursday Jun 2013

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Asscher, bath, Bear, coconut oil, Jax, Riggins

I’ve always said if I died in my house and wasn’t discovered for a while Riggins would eat me.  That freaks people out but I’m okay with it.  After all, I’ll be dead.

Recently a couple of my visiting dogs have decided that I’m delicious and will lick me nonstop.  I realized it was due to the coconut oil that I put on as moisturizer after showering.  Apparently this entire time I’ve been basting myself for the big feast and didn’t even realize it!

image (9)Right now I have four dogs in my house.  The ever adorable Riggins, the brother and sister team of Jax and Bear, and finally my daycare darling Asscher.  Jax and Asscher have become BFFs and consider themselves the lord and lady of the wading pool.  These are two happy water dogs!  Riggins has never liked water.  He won’t even go near the bathroom unless forced to on his death march to get a bath.  The fact that I willingly get in the shower and/or tub everyday simply blows his mind!

Today, after two different outings to two different dog parks, I realized I was filthy and badly needed to wash up.  I was feeling a bit tired and achy so choose to take a nice relaxing bath.  I ran the water, tossed in a dash of epsom salts and a splash of coconut oil (you can see where this is going already can’t you).  As I happily slipped into my tub ready to read a few chapters of The Game of Thrones my bath took a turn for the Psycho.  The dynamic water duo came bounding into the bathroom (not thinking there would be a problem I hadn’t closed the door) and immediately stuck image (6)their heads into the tub.  Asscher was the worse.  She would not leave the side of the tub.  In trying to make her stop drinking directly from the dirty tub water I would push her away only to have her realize I was even tastier than what was in the tub!  The two of them, with Asscher as the lead, proceeded to try to lick as much as me as they could.  I tried to sink deeper in the water but then my legs had to pop out … so I pushed them in and my arms had to come out … I couldn’t submerge enough.  Imagine you were Queen of the Nile and being bathed by your faithful servants except your servants were dogs and their bathing instruments were their tongues.

I had no choice but to ditch the bath and hop into the shower to wash off the slobber that I View From the Tubwas now drenched in.  Asscher and Jax waited, not so patiently, just outside the glass shower door ready to resume licking as soon as they could.  As I toweled off and quickly grabbed my clothes I noticed King Riggins was happily lounging on my bed with Queen Bear on the floor beneath him.  Neither even raised their head as I ran into the room in search of clothing with my faithful followers at my heels.

I realize you are pretty grossed out by this entire post.  Believe me I am too.  I may have to take another shower after writing about the incident.  Right now Asscher is wandering around the house belching.  Apparently salty, coconut flavored, warm water makes you a bit bloated.

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H2Blows

18 Tuesday Jun 2013

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I have a confession to make. I dislike water. It’s just not good. I don’t understand what all the hubbub is about. Sure your body may be 70% ish water and it may be vital to survival but does it have to taste so sucky? As far as I’m concerned those people who demand they like water are just showing off and shouldn’t be trusted.

Alright fine, I’ll gulp back an entire large SIGG water bottle during and after Bar Method. Yesterday I couldn’t get to class so instead went for a run before heading off to meet up for a friend’s birthday dinner, and upon sitting down gulped back three entire glasses of ice-cold H2O. I didn’t do this because I like the clear liquid I did it because I’m in a constant state of dehydration and without drinking post exercise (and post super Wendy sweating) I know a headache as big as the grand canyon is going to smack me right in the head.

I always drank a TON of water while I was attending sales conferences but this was more to fight boredom and have an excuse to leave the room a dozen or so times to use the bathroom. That’s another downfall of water. I already have to pee more than the normal person. Add water and I might as well just move into the bathroom.

Still, I know it is important and I should be drinking more. I do like sparkling water, I realize that makes no sense, but that stuff is pricey and I’m just not in a financial position to shower myself in such frivolous niceties right now. What to do? One day, as I strolled down the grocery aisle, I saw the Crystal Light water flavoring bottle things. This seems to photo (5)be quite the craze right now as all the “water” and “sports drink” folks seem to have a horse in the “liquid water flavor” race. I choose Crystal Light. It’s 0 calories and was probably on sale at the time. After trying it out I returned later and purchased a couple more flavors. One day I saw that the generic Ralph version was on “close out” so I bought a couple of those to have too. I love them. They make water so much tastier. I actually don’t use a lot of the flavoring and will often put a squirt in then keep adding water to the glass as I drink (this is just tap water …. I use a Brita filter but lets face it I change that filter only once in a blue moon so I’m probably consuming at least 99.99% straight tap water). The purple-ish Crystal Light colored one is my favorite. That’s why you don’t see it in the picture because it is all gone! Yuummm yummm.

Admittedly it may all be in my head but who cares? I can now stomach drinking glasses of water during the day. I don’t feel any better or any different but doctors and estheticians everywhere say I should so I’ll keep it going for a while.

As it’s getting hotter the dogs need more water too. Riggins is an odd duck and will only consume water if I’m with him. I think it is his way of not drinking water while I’m gone so himage (10)e doesn’t have to pee but he doesn’t seem to drink water when he is outside alone either. Scares me … silly pup. ALL the dogs will gobble up the water like it is … well … water, each time they come through the door. Today at the dog park Asscher (my daycare doggie) refused to drink anything but when we came home she drowned herself in the big bowl. I’ve had to up the ante on the water bowls I use and now have the “big one” out for all to enjoy (I sit them by the kitchen sink so that they are easy to access for the dogs and all humans are bound to trip over them). The dogs get an additive in their water too. It’s to help keep their teeth clean and breath smelling nice(er). There are a number of different versions of this product. Riggins and I like the one available from SitStay.com the best but the one we have now is from one of the big pet supply chains. Of course once outside both Asscher and Riggins use the wading pool as a giant dog bowl. That works too!

 

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More Crafts

14 Friday Jun 2013

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Art, Asscher, boots, Brobee, crafts, dogs, Riggins, Yo Gabba Gabba

We celebrated my niece and father’s birthday today so I can tell you more about some of the crafts I’ve completed recently.  Get ready to be impressed (tee hee) …

photo (7)Papa’s day – Riggins always gives people presents.  I use to think long and hard about which gift to put his name on for fear he was the giver of the more impressive present.  Then I realized that the recipient was probably smart enough to figure out that Riggins didn’t really get on Amazon, place the item in his shopping cart, get it delivered, and wrap it.  For dad’s day I made my father a giant (really heavy — too heavy really but it was all I could find for the right $ amount I was willing to spend) tea mug.  I was lucky enough to find a silhouette online of a dog and a man who could pass for my dad and Riggins.  I used the same method I did with the glasses in my past post.  I told you more people would be receiving decorated glass gifts!

image (9)Brobee head – My niece is OBSESSED with Yo Gabba Gabba.  She loves them all and now tends to lean toward Foofa as her favorite, but for a long time Brobee was her main man.  I decided she needed a Brobee headband.  To be honest the headband itself is a little big but beggars can’t be choosers.  I took some red felt, cut it into 3 squaty triangles, sewed each triangle together, stuffed each one with felt scraps, glued them to the headband, and then sewed the bottom of the triangles together for good measure.  TADA!  BROBEE HEAD!  She liked it but was just as happy to have her Mom wear it.  Clover was nice enough to model it for you while she was here.

image (8)Cowboy Boots – I read on Facebook that my girlfriend’s son, Gavin, had a cowboy theme day at his school/day camp today.  I LOVE dress up days.  Those are always the best.  I offered to make him some fake cowboy boots if she brought over the material.  To make these I took one square (well rectangle) of brown felt and cut it in 1/2.  I sewed the back together then used one of Gavin’s shoes to cut the top to fit.   Next, I sewed the top together.  For the “leg sleeves” I took two more pieces of felt and sewed them together then grabbed my cowboy boots as a template and cut the top in the cowboy shape.  I put velcro on the back of the “leg sleeves” for easy on and off action.  Finally I grabbed a brown sharpie and faked a cowboy boot pattern.  Of course you can put a piece of elastic under the shoe part to help it stay on and even safety-pin the sleeve to the shoe cover to keep it in place.  I think they turned out pretty sharp and I’m told Gavin was happy with them, which is really all that matters.

Just because I like you I’m going to leave you with this adorable picture of my niece and nephew safely eating their cookies in a location Riggins and Asscher couldn’t get to!   Have a wonderful weekend!image (33)

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