Archive for August, 2007

This wins for best product slogan

I’m pretty sure the dog will still know nothing ever changed, but you know, if you like rubbing your dog’s balls or whatever, it’ll be like nothing ever changed for you.

The pugs have taken to the apartment quite nicely

By doing amazing things like learning to fly:
Pretending to be very hungry fish:
Maxin’ and relaxin’:

and basically keeping it real.

Zelda has been doing okay with her hurt leg. She is making sure to constantly whine about it, just to remind everyone that she hurt it, even though there was no whining at the time…

and just for good measure, here is a photo of a bum on Robson splayed out like a merman:

Dear shoes,

Come on now. We both know how attractive you are. How about you drop down a little from $260?


Yes, I FINALLY finished Harry Potter.

This past weekend I made a monumental achievement: I finally finished the last Harry Potter. I have been publicly ridiculed and teased by nerds and non-nerds alike for not finishing the final book RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
Sure, I expected the ridicule from those not familiar with the otherwordly delights of the HP, but by my fellow boknerds?!
“Haha! You aren’t even DONE yet? I was done mine in six hours!!!”

Yes, good for you. I am wondering if you took time to, oh, I don’t know, EAT?

And before someone comments on how THEY too read HP really quickly, I don’t blame you, it was a FANTASTIC last book.

Reading the last book has been very important to me, and not for entirely nerdy reasons. I have been reading these books since I was seventeen, which seems like eons ago. I’ve gone through some of my biggest life changes during the past seven years, and I’ve taken the crew from Hogwarts along on that journey with me.

I was pretty depressed when I started reading Harry Potter, and after the first few pages I just couldn’t bring myself to put the books down until I had read each one that was available at the time (the first four, I believe). These books took me to another place when I was really down. They became an escape, and escape that reminded me of the wonder I experienced as a small kid who believed that really, anything was possible. That being said, I also made many attempts in vain to walk off the arm of my mom’s sofa with my eyes closed because Loony Tunes had taught me that if I didn’t look down, gravity would cease to exist and I would be able to walk on air. I am likely not the first kid to try this.

These books made me want to start reading again, and made me realize how much I was missing by not opening myself to everything that literature has to offer. They inspired me, and they even went with me on into college where I finally realized how smart I was. They came with me to school, and even to the first movie.

Harry Potter truly captures a very important section of my life, and I really felt like I owed it to this final work of art to truly give it the time and careful read that it deserved. I relished every page, I drank in for one last time all of the wonder I felt when I first envisioned Harry seeing Hogwarts. Yes, I had to stop in the middle to unpack my new life in a new city, and yes that greatly slowed me down. I also am an adult, and needed to tend to things like my dogs and my job, and sometimes even bathing.

I took great care to avoid television the entire time I was reading the final enstallment, as to avoid spoiling the end of the series for myself. This was of great concern to me. To take so many years to get through all of these wonderful stories, I couldn’t imagine what a sobbing mess I would have turned into if anyone had spoiled the final book for me.

I’m glad I took so long. I laughed, I cried, and I squealed with delight. I ran my fingers carefully across each page, feeling like it was finally the right time for me to pull an all-nighter and finish the series. When I was done, I really felt like I had done the book justice, and I placed it back on my bookshelf with the others.

There will be nothing quite like these books, and what they have meant to me, and that is why it has taken me so long to read the last installment. It was an inspiring read, and closed things in a way that I wouldn’t have done any differently.

Whether you liked the book or not, I think it’s how they’ve affected us that is what counts. I’m happy to say that these books inspired me, and I look forward to one day sharing them with my own children.

Seriously though

Man, what a crap job I have done of updating over the past week! Boo to me!

I managed to seriously injure my neck, which is to say that I pulled a muscle and began an intense regime of whining on the weekend. I couldn’t figure out why in the world my neck would be so over-extended, and I even got Steve to crack my back, but no, the pain continued. Now before you make some sexual joke at my expense, THAT IS NOT WHY MY NECK HURTS.

Honestly I couldn’t figure out what has been causing my pain, or for that matter, making it worse by the day. I thought maybe it was some disc in my spine out of alignment, but I really didn’t wan to spend $50 at the chiropractor, and I don’t know how much I trust those people anyway. I’m just going to have to blame my back problems on my dear, sweet mother who thoroughly enjoyed cracking my back when I was little. I think I can remember having my back cracked when I was maybe five? Maybe that was just her trying to kill me, but I guess we’ll never know. What I do know is that her cracking a child’s back has left me with the constant need to have it cracked, even though I would think I am young enough to not be able to even have a problem with my spine.

You’d even think with my slippery bones that I’d recover nicely. That, or lube up my joints with some WD-40.

Anyhow, I came to the realization this morning that it has been my PILLOW OF DEATH from Ikea that has been the problem. I just got it two weeks ago, and my neck problems have been around for a week. I noticed yesterday I was doing okay, and then BLAMO! I wake up again feeling like my head tried to walk off on its own WITHOUT MY BODY. I even did research and learned what kind of pillow height I need (I sleep on my tummy). Apparently the Swedes only have skulls that weigh ten ounces, because this pillow is still stuffed up to the hilt, leaving my nose full of pillow when I lay down.

At this point I am either going to suffocate during the night, or brake my spine. BUT WHICH TO CHOOSE?!

In other news, when your neck hurts badly, do not continue to try and go for your every-other-day run. Especially don’t do it after eating six deviled eggs. I somehow didn’t piece it together and almost barfed on the treadmill.

Also, okay, I haven’t been exercising that long, but seriously, if I go to the gym at night and want to run for a half hour, I am pretty much going to want to kill the idiot girl who decides to walk beside her boyfriend on a treadmill dressed in jeans and flip flops. YOU ARE WASTING VALUABLE LMIZZLE BUTT SWEAT TIMES! Plus, who in their right mind walks on a treadmill for a half hour in flip flops?! What a great workout. Now my feet are totally muscular from having to try and hold flip flops on my feet for 30 minutes at a high speed.

Mmmm, muscular feet. I know, right?

And finally, you can expect more photos to come. Not many of the apartment as there is laundry currently strewn about and a few more last-minute boxes, but at least the apartment is looking like a home more than a storage facility these days!

Also, note to dog owners: if you give your dogs deviled eggs in an attempt to get rid of them because you made WAAAAY too many, they will fart. A LOT. Nuclear farts. Farts so stinky they could use the gas to kill inmates at correctional facilities.

Miss Teen USA: Bringin’ the LOLs

This moment of TV made me so happy I have cable.

Winston is a good boy.

So I made deviled eggs today…

and now my fridge smells like a hooker!

Take a Look, it’s in a Book…

You’re Catch-22!

by Joseph Heller

Incredibly witty and funny, you have a taste for irony in all that you
see. It seems that life has put you in perpetually untenable situations, and your sense
of humor is all that gets you through them. These experiences have also made you an
ardent pacifist, though you present your message with tongue sewn into cheek. You
could coin a phrase that replaces the word "paradox" for millions of

Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

Thanks to PP for doing this first! Wooo, Lolita!

My Little Space Pug

August 2007
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