Goal!

So I met my goal plus one. I made a hair appointment today AND got it cut today. They stay later on Thursdays and had an opening so it was either go today or wait a week. I was afraid I would lose my determination over a week so I jumped on the chance.

I have been extremely apathetic about my hair for a long time now. A stylist that I trusted, even drove to Memphis from Oxford when I was in college to see him, totally screwed up my hair. By screw up I mean he cut at least four or five more inches than I wanted off of my hair. This left my round head looking just plain fat. So, since then I only got trims in order to grow it out and the habit stuck. I've had my hair all one length and just maintained with trims. I recently came to the conclusion that it's time to get back in the game. Since I was stylist-less I had to choose a new place to try. I chose Master Design.

I went there a long time ago because of a Christmas gift from my sister and liked the place and people. Plus, it's close to my parents' house so it was convenient to go before picking up doggy Arleen after work. And I must say, I loved it. (Note: I didn't ask for a specific stylist and certainly no one knew I write a blog so this is completely unbiased.) The stylist was incredible. I had totally forgotten what it is like to have someone concerned about the quality of their own work and how it looks on me. I got Jennifer and will for sure see her again. She was meticulous. I've always hated getting my hair washed whereas my mom says that is her favorite part of getting her hair cut. But it's always uncomfortable for me. Today it was actually enjoyable, like she was purposely making it a nice part of the experience, and I was incredibly sleepy after. The technique that she used to cut my hair was cool too. And my hair turned out great. She actually seemed a little frustrated/disappointed when I told her not to dry and style my hair. I felt it wasn't a good use of either of our time since I was going straight home to put on pajamas, cook burritos and watch tv. She honored my request and didn't blow dry it but couldn't resist styling it curly anyway. I guess she really wanted to follow through with her work and I fully respect that. It was a great experience and I will definitely be going back to her. You should give her a try if you are looking for a new, trustworthy place and person. You can see her stuff at www.jennifertune.com. And bridesmaids, I hope you like her stuff, she will most likely be the one on hand if you want your hair done for the wedding.

Tomorrow is Fun Day at The Company. That means a three hour lunch and grilling out. It should make for a fun Friday. We got an email today that we can wear shorts but I'm pretty sure the ones I own are a bit short for even a relaxed work day at a conservative company (no, they aren't slutty but they are above mid thigh.)

The Dingo just yelled across the room, "You're writing about me aren't you?!" Well, I wasn't but I guess now I will. Dingo, Dingo, Dingo, Dingo. That's all I've got.

Minute to Win It

Dude! So the Dingo and I don't really have any favorite shows that come on on Wednesday but tonight we stumbled on Minute to Win It. The Dingo turned it on because of my love/hate relationship with Guy Fieri. (I love his shows but the bleached hair and him saying he has to "de-bling" made him hard to warm up to.) This show is awesome! Engaged couples compete in a series of 60 second challenges made up with household items to earn money for their wedding. And these things get intense! I'm obsessed. The challenges actually look really hard.

The dangerous part is that the challenges are made with, like I said, household items. Which means you can do it at home! The Dingo and I just went outside to play Shoe Fly using our porch bistro table. In the Shoe Fly challenge you have to stand 9 feet from a small table, kick your shoe off and land it on the small table. The Dingo got it on the first try, I got it on the second. But I think our table is larger and lower than the one on the show so we may not be champions. I totally want to try the challenge where you have to move an egg across the room balanced on two strings. Lucky for the Dingo we have eggs but no string. I'll tell you one thing though, the next party we have I am totally setting up Blow the Joker. You put a stack of playing cards on top of a glass bottle and have to blow off every card except the very last one, the Joker. Dude lost doing it tonight and it seems impossible. I can see it being addicting. Love it! I'm kind of glad we have neither playing cards or a glass bottle. I probably wouldn't sleep tonight trying to get it right.

We picked dinner up from Buffalo Wild Wings. This means I should have been really productive with my spare time not cooking dinner but I wasn't. I watched tv and argued with the Dingo that I could totally balance 7 snack cakes on my forehead (another challenge on the show). Again, lucky for us, we have no snack cakes.

I failed to meet my goal today of making a hair appointment. I got busy and totally forgot until late today and at that point I was to burnt out to deal with it. The goal is moving to tomorrow. If I don't get this done by the end of the week someone needs to slap me on the wrist. We'll wait until next week for the slap in the face.

I really need to move the bag of pistachios away from my computer before I eat my weight in them. Every blog post leaves behind a pile of shells. Not good. But so good.

I Laugh at My Own Jokes/Stupidity

I really want to tell y'all a story about work today but that is slippery ground. So I will only tell you the part that involved me.

To begin, I have no idea how to work my new desk phone. That makes me sound like an idiot, I know. But there are all sorts of buttons and commands and I never answer my phone so I have no practice. So today, when I ended up on an impromptu conference call at my desk, it was a mess. I accidentally hung up on the people at one point. So, when my coworker had to step away to test something I was afraid to put the call on hold because I didn't know how to get it back off hold (I swear, I really do have a normal IQ). While I waited I continued a conversation I was having on IM. One that suddenly involved the term "swamp ass" (said by me). Obviously I am still 14 years old and busted out laughing....and couldn't stop...with two people holding on speaker phone right in front of my face. It got to the point that I had to get up from my desk and walk into MC's cube just so they wouldn't hear me. Yeah, I'm a professional. And a grown up. All in all, combined with the fact that I kept correcting myself, the people on the other end of the line probably think there is something wrong with me. And they would be correct.

Moving on. I cooked pesto and cream cheese stuffed chicken breasts for dinner tonight. Sounds impressive right? Thanks! It's not. It's actually really easy and a low fat recipe (low fat cream cheese). I got it off foodnetwork.com. Email me if you want a link. It's an excellent recipe. Kind of a lot of clean-up but otherwise super simple.

Tomorrow the goal is to schedule a hair appointment. Some sucker super chopped off my hair a while back and I have been scared of hair cuts since. I get it trimmed but no style. It's time to venture into the scary place. Kind of excited about it too. Oh, the little things in life.

Trash or Treasure

The Dingo is out running an errand for most of the evening so that threw a wrench in our normal dinner schedule. Normal dinner schedule? When did I turn 60?! But I digress. Luckily we still have plenty of junk leftover from Fresh Market yesterday. So we are just going to have cheese, crackers, sausage and olives. This is by no means a healthy, balanced meal but mmmm it's good. This is what my parents refer to as eating trash. I disagree. Cheese? Um TREASURE! More importantly, baked brie with honey? Golden. I have some sundried tomatoes. That balances it out right?

The problem is that the Dingo still isn't home and all these snacky foods are really tempting to pick at. And man, I have been picking. I've been wandering around the house and every time I pass the refrigerator I stop in for a bite of something. At this point I think I have eaten an entire dinner serving just by passing the fridge. And, full discloser, we have a lot of cheese here. A lot even for me. When I went to pick up doggy Arleen this afternoon my mom gave me the leftovers from a wedding shower she threw yesterday. This added gouda, havarti, cheddar and brie to the huge chunk of St. Albre already in a fridge. Woh! And to top that off, the brie that she gave me isn't just a normal wedge. I was going to show you a picture but it won't upload for some reason. Suffice to say the sucker is the size of my laptop keyboard. It has occurred to me to take some of it to work and share but it's going to take the cheese hoarder in me a day or so to come to that sharing place.

Until then I am being innovative. I am going to pack the Dingo and I each a picnic-style lunch for tomorrow. Cheese, crackers, some grapes, an apple and sundried tomoatoes (only for me on that one, the Dingo hates them). I think that sounds lovely.

Wow, I just checked facebook and there were like 10 statuses about people running or working out and I just spent my evening writing a blog post about eating cheese. Something may need to change here. But it won't. Me? Work out? You're funny.

In other news, the sky opened up over Memphis again today, dumping tons of water and hail. There is a drainage problem in the yard outside The Company's building so it turned into a lake and flooded the front parking lot. That sucks for the people who deal with the property but it made for an interesting distraction on a Monday. It's always entertaining to go into my bosses office to ask him a question and am met with, "look at the parking lot!" It's interesting to see people pulling out of the parking lot through all the water when they could go out the other side that is higher ground. Hey, it's your car, do with it what you will.

Ok, I'm off to pack our Tuesday work picnics. Later taters. Stay dry!

P.S. It has come to my attention that a friend generally reads my blog in the morning. So, good morning MC! I'll be asking you to clock me in in the next few minutes. Go ahead and get that timeclock ready ;) Loves!

Dingo and Doodle Saturday Fun: Episode 6

So Saturday wasn't actually that fun. The Dingo and I worked our tails off at the house. He worked outside and I cleaned inside. Woohooo! We did go to dinner at Huey's midtown afterward. The place was filled with pregnant women and babies. Like, crazy amounts of them. However, at the tables on each side of us were college guys talking about how drunk they got last night and who puked. I felt like that leveled the situation out a bit. I do have to mention that I posted that on facebook and my friend Sum replied "Do not order the babies!" Nice one.

Today, Sunday, was actually the fun day. We registered! Bed Bath and Beyond didn't know what it had coming today. The conversations basically went "Do we want this?" "Just scan it, we can return it if we change our minds later." So we are registered for tons of crap.

While I was originally handed the scanner, the Dingo physically forced it away from me. He said he just wanted to use the scanner but, to my suspicion, it was so that I couldn't tell him no to things. Several times I would say, no, I don't want that. SCAN! Damnit Dingo! I am returning that if anyone buys it for us (specifically the digital picture frame for those of you wondering.) We sort of went nuts though and it was fun. I said a whole lot of "get two of those," "scan that again," "who knows, I might use that some day."

After that we went to dinner at Place that Shall Not Be Named Because I Usually Like it. And the food was CRAP! So I suggested we pick something up at the store to take home since we will most likely be hungry later. This landed us at Fresh Market. Huuuuggeee Win! That place is the best for snacks. But it aint cheap. At some point I looked at the basket and told the Dingo we had gotten out of hand and it was going to be pricey. He disagreed so I went for another $8 chunk of cheese. And it was pricey. But as I eat the bag of nuts we bought, I'm not complaining.

That's it for the weekend. I guess we are going to watch a movie now. We are wavering now on which utensils we registered for. I'll post pics later in case someone has an opinion.

And We're Back

I've been markedly absent from here for a few days. So, I will recap what has been going on that has kept me away from the computer. It has also kept me away from sleep, so if this is incoherent please forgive me.

To start, last weekend we had friends in town again. I love having them but it is hard to excuse yourself from hosting to type on the computer. But on to the rest...It's a long story so I am going to try to be brief.

I'm a total crazy person. An over upgrade of some of doggy Arleen's seizure meds resulted in a totally drugged out dog that could barely stand on her own. I called the doc and he simply said cut back on her meds and wait a couple of days, it will get better. I, however, decide to still freak out and decide she is dieing. After a trip to the emergency vet, a sleepless night listening to her breathe, another trip to her primary vet and several hundred dollars we got a result; I'm a total crazy person. She really did just have too many meds and needed some time to get it out of her system. As of now she is a little sluggish but mostly back to herself. Lord help us all when I have a child. (Note: Thanks to Granny for the money for my freak out. The doggy Arleen and I are sure glad you love us so much.)

If I had written between the last post and now it would have just said OH MY GOD THE WORLD IS ENDING. Not very entertaining.

Doggy Arleen is currently sleeping it off and I'm (mostly) convinced the world will turn another day. However, I'm exhausted. Hopefully with some rest I'll be a bit more interesting. Plans for the weekend are to hang out with the Dingo at home. We may go register on Sunday. We shall see.

Sorry if this post is lame. I'm tired. Just missed being here and wanted to touch base. I'll be back in full swing tomorrow.

The Dingo Ate Your Baby

Ok, here is why I call the Dingo the Dingo. We got engaged at Christmas and soon after, as he called to exchange the shoes I got him for Christmas, I heard him say, "My fiance ordered the wrong size." This was the first time I heard myself referred to as "the fiance." The first thing that popped into my head was this video. It stuck.

Stop Changing the Channel!

I've mentioned before that the Dingo has a much more strenuous job than I do. I quietly sit at a desk and stare at a computer most of the day. I think I spend more time with Microsoft Office than I do with my loved ones. He, however, is on his feet for a lot of the day or arguing with a client on the phone. Therefore he is often tired when he gets home at night and will fall asleep on the couch until dinner is ready (lucky dude right?). But not before he changes the channel on the tv. This makes me NUTS.

Granted, I am usually sitting here staring at my computer with the TV fully out of my line of vision when he gets home. That doesn't mean I'm not sorta kinda listening to the Food Network, my default channel. But he will walk in the door, change the channel and promptly dose off. Ugh!! He isn't being disrespectful or anything like that, he just assumes that if I'm not looking at the TV I'm not watching. Crazy person! So, I just wait the few minutes it takes for his eyes to close and get up and change it back. This is one of those silly, Doodle you had to walk a whole three feet and change the channel back, you are so unfortunate, occurances that's going to put me in a padded room. I know, I'm so mistreated.

The Memphis in May BBQ Festival is going on. That's not actually the official name but you're lucky I called it more than BBQ Fest. We are trying to decide if we are going to go this year. A friend called last week and asked if he could come up from Mississippi and go to the festival with us. But, typical of Memphis in May, it's supposed to be storming. Storming! Not just raining. And Tom Lee park will turn into a mud pit. So the Dingo is tasked with calling that friend tonight and letting him know that, while we would love to have him visit, we aren't promising any muddy adventures. I hope he still comes in town for two reasons. First, he is a great friend and I adore him. Second, he mentioned to the Dingo that he would really like to go eat at Itta Bena which provides a great excuse to go out for a nice dinner.

Well, the Dingo is conked out and the Food Network is back on but now I must tackle what's for dinner. I have a goal to find the video inspiration for why I call the Dingo the Dingo since many people don't have episodes of Seinfeld memorized like we do. Stay tuned.

It's a Lovely Day

It's so nice outside right now. That means...the Dingo is grilling again! Woohooo. We are having bbq chicken. The chicken breasts I got today are massive. So I picked up some celery and onion too. I make bbq chicken salad with the leftovers. The Dingo isn't a big fan of mayo so I just combine some celery, onion, a little mayo and some more bbq sauce to thin it out. We are Memphians after all, we put bbq in everything.

This being said, I should share the sauce we use because in all my years in this city I thought I had tried every sauce there is. That was until I found Barzi. We get the spicy kind and it's wonderful.

http://www.barzi.com/

Both of us hold the belief that if it doesn't taste spicy, it doesn't taste. And Barzi definitely has a bite. We have an entire gallon bottle in the fridge. I would totally suggest a try if you have never had it. Not on ribs though. Are you crazy? Sauce doesn't go on ribs! For that we use Hog Wild (when we can find it).

Let's see, what else? Oh! We watched the movie Kick Ass last night. Totally not what I was expecting but pretty cool. There was one crass but well-timed line spoken by the 11 year old character that made me love it. Due to the conservative nature of the company I work for (and I know they will someday find this blog) and the delicate sensibilities of my southern family I will not repeat said line here. I will say that the little purple-haired girl says it right before she shoots a camera. This way my mother won't send me an email saying, "Doodle! Language!"

I've abandoned the I Need a Rodent Campaign for a while. I'm now on to I Need This for My Birthday Campaign over a necklace I found with the first letter of what will soon be my last name on it. I lost the link and will post it as soon as I find it again. Hopefully dummy Dingo saved the link and knows EXACTLY where to find that sucker come June. At least I know he can always find the Coach store and a purse would be a suitable replacement. DINGO I AM TALKING TO YOU!

Cat Poop is Not a Pine Cone

While in the kitchen earlier the Dingo came in and washed his hands for the FOURTH time in the hour that he had been home.

Doodle: What is the deal with you washing your hands so much?

Dingo: I just picked up cat poop (Note: Again, we do not have cats.)

Doodle: Why on earth did you pick up cat poop?!

Dingo: I thought it was a pine cone at first.

Doodle: What kind of cat has pine cone looking poop?

Needless to say there was no response to that question.

I talked to the Dingo on the way home from work and asked my usual question, "what do you want for dinner?" He usually doesn't know what he wants and I get frustrated and wait to get home to decide. However, tonight he quickly said, "steak sounds really good! I'll stop at the store and pick some up." This is a win for two reasons. The first being that I didn't have to make my daily trip to the store down the street. (High Point Grocery has a great butcher department btw.)

The second win was that I get to eat steak! And I don't use the grill so the Dingo is cooking it. (I guess that is actually three wins.) The Dingo and I are big red meat eaters. LG spent many a dinner with us in college asking if we ever order anything but steak. Not really. I've offended someone haven't I? Sorry, I'm a meat eater, and I get an excuse. I am anemic but don't take the supplements I'm supposed to. This allows me to claim I've been sluggish and cranky lately so I'm totally justified in eating a steak. This is not dietary excellence, I know. No lectures please. Also, my father, if he reads this blog, and I don't think he does, would be screaming HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE right now. I don't have that problem but he is sure I will some day.

If you know me at all you can guess which is mine. The one on the right. While I am a huge fan of cooking, I don't eat that much in one sitting. I honestly just get bored with it. So as usual the Dingo portion is three times the size of mine. All that junk (seasoning) you see on it is the Dingo's doing. My hands were busy texting and by the time I checked in on him this had happened. I'm more of a purest about steaks but I am sure these will be good.

The Dingo just informed me that my steak is ready. His mammoth meat chunk is still cooking so mine is abiding in the microwave. They say you are supposed to let it sit anyway.

Did I just write an entire blog post dedicated to cat poop and steak? Yes, yes I did.

Dingo and Doodle Sat. Fun: Episode 5

The Saturday update is delayed again. I don't have a good excuse but I do have a good story.

The Dingo and I didn't share all of our adventures Saturday. He rented a video game and focused on that while I went to visit my grandmother. Afterwards I drove by the place I have always thought I wanted for my reception. I was so frustrated that the Dingo wasn't with me because it was all set up for a wedding, tent and all, but no guests were there yet. I took what was a less than stellar picture that was totally pointless because the Dingo has driven by the site before. Anyway, I came home and regaled him with my pictures before suggesting we run by another venue we have considered. Either out of laziness or love the Dingo made the argument, six years ago you said you wanted to have it at this spot. Why, now that we are actually planning, are you questioning that decision? Good point Dingo. So it is done. The Dingo/Doodle reception will be at Le Pavillion. We haven't informed them of that yet but it's in the plans. One more decision made.

Anyway, that wasn't the fun story. The fun part starts when the Dingo decided he is 80 years old and we needed to go to dinner at 5pm. We decided on a mexican place near by and headed that way. While stopped at a light (highland and poplar) a police car cut on it's lights and intermediately blared his siren. Confused we pulled into the nearby parking lot. However, police dude did not follow. Ok then, maybe he wasn't flashing us. So we move on to the mexican place at which point said police dude pulls into the parking lot and parks next to the Dingo's car. At this point we are both thinking OMG did they hunt us down here? Nope. They just happen to be eating there. (There is no chemical or criminal reason for our paranoia but weird crap like this happens to us.)

After sitting at Mexican Restaurant That Shall Not Be Named for 30 minutes (!) without anyone taking our drink order we decided to move on to another place and try our luck there. We went to a trusty favorite, El Porton, and the service was polite and super fast. However, as we sit there eating, at least six Shelby County Sheriffs walk through the door. At this point we are thinking, holy crap are we like the Bonnie and Clyde of Mexican food?! The amount of officers in this outing is getting crazy. Well, turns out that the Sheriffs weren't their for Dingo and Doodle the renegade diners. They were guarding PRISONERS! Does anyone know how this works? There were about 10 people at a table enjoying an afternoon of enchiladas while sheriffs watched on from surrounding tables. Weirdest thing ever. So much so that a waiter walked up to our table and whispered, "are those prisoners?!" They looked like perfectly safe people, maybe mildly criminal people. I'm just totally confused about what good deed an incarcerated person does in a day that warrants a trip out for some cheese dip. If anyone knows I would be happy to learn.

So that was our Saturday. Yesterday we enjoyed Mother's Day with all you can eat crab legs and family. Thanks to L I was one half giver of a nice gift for my mom that I otherwise wouldn't have been able to buy. Thanks L!

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I'm a Grown Up!

No, really I'm not a grown up. Or at least I don't act like it. Today proved that.

There is a cardinal rule in blogging and it is don't write about work. I'm going to follow that rule by being vague about where I work and who I work with. But I feel the need to share about my day. I decided to attending a training class for one of the products the Company produces. I figured I should actually see how one of the things I market works. It quickly became apparent that nothing has changed since high school or college. I was the bad kid in class.

I sat next to a co-worker that cracks me up and who is also very easily cracked up, in the back of the class (of course). The thing is, he is a loud laugher. So it became extremely obvious that we weren't entirely focused and instead playing the part of the peanut gallery. Who knew that two professionals in their late 20's would hear the sentence "do I need to separate y'all?" by the class teacher? There was even a threat of an apple being thrown at us if we didn't shut up.

This is so typical of me. I've always been the bad kid in class. I spent most of my afternoons in high school in detention. Always for talking and cracking jokes. In college they don't have detention so I was just known as the smart ass. I think teachers were happy with the amount of classes I skipped. The instructor generally holds the least of my concentration. I'm always looking at what everyone around me is doing and feel the need to share my observations with the person next to me. I think you would categorize this as ADD if I wasn't so lazy and sleepy all the time. I guess it's just bad behavior. But it sure is fun.

Either way it was a fun day. And I think I kept everyone awake. There was actually something I am totally not use to. When people got sleepy or restless in class they stood up and walked to the back of the room and watched the class standing in the back. I've never seen people do that before but it was received as totally normal. It makes sense I guess. It is harder to fall asleep standing up. Innovation! (Note: Teacher and class weren't boring at all but everyone gets groggy sitting for hours on end listening to someone talk.)

Anyway, no walk for Arleen and I today. It looks like a creepy spring storm is rolling into town and I don't want to get stuck in it in white pants. The pants could use a good drench though. I just noticed bbq sauce on my arm from lunch which can lead you to assume what it looks like when I eat. I'm sure there is something somewhere on my lily white jeans. I'm waiting for the Dingo to get home and help figure out what is on the menu for tonight. Hopefully it involves pizza from down the street and not my stove. We shall see.

Sinner Sinner Go Cook Dinner

This week, as I mentioned, my mom is out of town so doggie Arleen has been stuck in our house all day. So I have been walking her when I get home from work. I've been pleasantly surprised that these sticks that hang from my hips while I sit on the couch are actually capable of this thing they call exercise. Go figure. Don't get me wrong, I use to run, ride a stationary bike or do yoga. But in the past two years any form of exercise has gone down to me doing a couple of sit ups on a fat day.

I think I enjoy our walk as much as Arleen does. The weather is nice and we live in a neighborhood that I love. However, my lack of laziness, or sloth if you may, has brought on a new problem...coveting. As we walk our route I'm staring at the houses I pass. Why does that person get an Audi and I drive a 10 year old Jeep? Wow, that is a pretty porch swing, I wish we had a porch swing. Ooooh! Hammock! I NEEEDDD a hammock. I've chosen to call this admiration instead of WANT WANT WANT! I really do need that hammock though.

The Dingo is out back making our yard look nicer. He has covered out nasty looking flower bed with pine chips and made it look pretty. This is Pheobe, my hydragea that I got for mother's day last year (I'm a doggy mom, it counts.)

It's blurry. I was in a hurry to get back inside before the Dingo asked me to help in the yard. But as you can see, she is not dead. Go me! She actually has the beginning of blooms. I can't wait. And I love how some pine flakes made it look like we actually tend to the garden other than just planting gifts. The Dingo doesn't send me flowers, he sends me plants. I love this because they last and we get to watch them grow. I have a rose bush from valentines day that will find her home in the yard this weekend.

On a final note, I just got a call from a friend who is in the emergency vet with her doggy after a botched neutering. I'm sure he will be totally fine but please say a prayer for MC and Bear. And maybe another one for the vet who is going to get an ear full tomorrow. Pretty sure he may be in for a bad day. I know he would be if it were Arleen.

Dingo the Dish-washing Olympian

I'm not sure if I'm terrible at loading the dishwasher or if this is legitimate fact but I am convinced that men are better at loading the dishwasher than women. As a kid one of my chores was to do the dishes after dinner. Without fail my father would come behind me and reload it "correctly." Even now, as an adult, I suck at it. There will always be dishes that didn't fit in the washer and are left, wayward, in the sink. However, the Dingo can get everything in there with very little foul language involved. Tonight, I stood holding a plate telling him I don't think it will fit. Response; Oh! It WILL fit. So he proceeded to reload the washer and fit everything in. I'm convinced this is some male gene, possibly to make up for the lack of listening skills. My test proved true:

Doodle: I think men have a special dishwashing gene. You can't listen at all but you can load a dishwasher like it's an olympic sport.

Dingo: Huh?

Tonight I made enchiladas to celebrate cinco de mayo. In my opinion, if I want to eat at a mexican restaurant I will choose to do it on any other day than when the rest of the world decides it's a great idea. When I make enchiladas I follow the directions on the can of enchilada sauce. My secret is that I add in another step and cook the ground beef with taco seasoning also. I thought unseasoned ground beef sounded icky so I threw in some spice and it is really good.

As earlier promised here is the picture of the butt in bowl guinea pig I fell in love with. I'm losing steam on campaign I Need a Rodent after a $60 visit to the vet Monday with doggie Arleen (she is fine).

I still do think we were made for each other. (I don't stick my butt in my food, just FYI.)

It's Hot in Here!

I've been a little absent from here the past few days. I spent a lot of time with the little brother and D this weekend and since I rarely see him I wanted to focus my attention in that direction and not my laptop. To top off the fun weekend, the sister Dingo was in town for Music Fest but decided to skip it Sunday and spend some time with us. It was an all around good and busy weekend.

It's starting to feel "hot" in our great city. I put that in quotes because a month from now this is going to feel like nothing. I, however, always have a hard time adjusting to the warmer weather. Today I decided to totally lose my mind because it was mildly warm. I drove all the way home to change out of jeans into slacks because I was DIEING! Either I'm a delicate flower that can't handle the weather I grew up living in or my brain will focus on anything except for work some days. I think today was the latter. Write a press release or whine to a coworker via IM that I am so freaking hot? I did finally get some work done after the costume change.

My mom is out of town this week so doggy Arleen has had to spend her days stuck in our house and not at Spa de Granny so tonight I walked her after work. The Dingo got home while we were out and was in the front yard getting ready to mow as we rounded the corner into our cove. At the sight of us he busted out laughing. I don't know if it was that I was actually outside and moving around, the fact that I was dressed to go for a jog only to trudge behind my slow, 115 pound dog, or that I was wearing his giant aviator sunglasses. I'm thinking all of the above. (Side note: I knew he was about to get home and left the door unlocked but didn't tell him we were going out. When I got home he said, I was wondering where the heck you were! Well, thanks for all that worry Dingo because I had my phone but got no call. My fiance and dog are missing, her car's here and she never leaves the door unlocked. That's weird. Oh well, I guess I'll just wait. Thanks for the concern Dingo. Haha)

The Dingo is making me help with laundry tonight. GRRRR. I hate hate hate laundry. It makes me want to hurt someone. I guess I'll go get this over with. Hopefully tomorrow's post will be more interesting since the Dingo won't be singing about doing laundry. I can't concentrate right now.

Dingo and Doodle Sat. Fun: Episode 4

The little brother came in town this weekend and brought his super adorable, awesome girl-friend D along with him. I'm so excited to spend some time with them. The Dingo has actually never met the LB before. LB lives up north and the last time he was in town the Dingo was out of town. They hit it off right away. Mostly they bonded over the fact that if I don't get my way I tend to "beat them up." (This actually involves me weakly smacking them enough to be annoying.) This continued when we went to dinner with my parents, sister and her boyfriend, B. At some point the conversation turned to OMG Doodle will kick your ass if she doesn't get her way. Whatever.

Today we took them to our favorite bbq place for lunch. The weather has been terrible. The LB supposedly brings rain wherever he goes. Music Fest people, you can address him about your mud covered clothing. He said it, not me. They are currently at a wedding that was the cause for their visit. I felt like a mom on prom night taking pictures of the adorable, dressed-up couple before they left, sending them off with a GPS with their destination already typed in so they wouldn't get lost.

So now the Dingo and I are bumbling around the house. Currently he is bothering the poo out of me singing the same line of one song over and over and over again. I swear, the man only takes in one line per song and then repeats it. AL is in town for a frisbee golf tournament and will be at the house soon, probably soaking wet and stinky just like the last time. If you had told me 10 years ago that our friends would think, "If I go to the Doodle and Dingo's house Doodle will wash my clothes and give me a hot meal," I would have told you you were crazy. But that is the current situation. AL will get here and I will give him dry clothes and wash the dripping ones he is wearing so he will be fresh for the trip back in the morning. I have become my mother. And I don't consider that a bad thing.

The Dingo and I are about to finish watching Avatar. Neither of us can sit still through the whole thing so we have split it up (we are easily distracted). Later the LB and D will be back and AL will be here and I'm sure the ensuing events will make my head hurts tomorrow. I'm going into brainless mode now. Later.