There Goes the Day

I defined lazy today. I had all of these maybe plans. Maybe I'll get a pedicure. Maybe I'll go shopping. Maybe I'll clean our nasty kitchen floor that I spill junk on all the time. Maybe I'll do some of the overwhelming pile of laundry that is taking over the house.

Nope.

I laid around all day watching the food network...and Disney channel (don't judge me). The Dingo is on call for work and had to get up and go to work at 6:30 this morning. And if he was home his phone rang every 20 minutes. This resulted in me thinking, ugh, I've been woken up, I need 30 more minutes to make up for this. I kept telling myself, in 30 minutes I will get up and get out. Nope. I finally left the house to get something for him to throw on the grill. Maybe I will do better tomorrow. I have a birthday dinner to attend so I at least have to shower. I have big goals like that.

I must must must use the gift card my sweet sis got me to get a pedicure soon. These feet are ugly anyway (ie. whale toe) and all the walking I do in the summer just makes it worse. Owning cute shoes is pointless at this point. Maybe the salon is open tomorrow. Then at least I will look cute while THE FOLDER takes my life.

HAHAHAHA As I write this the Dingo keeps yelling "Why does the tv keep switching to the Disney Channel?!" I really don't have any idea but it's hilarious because I do love Wizards of Waverly Place (what I was watching earlier) so I can't help but laugh and say I'm doing it with my brain. He then threatened to throw the remote at the tv if it does it again. Brain power down.

Ok, I think I may go call a friend to come hang out to end the quietness that has been in the house all day.

Folders From Hell

So work followed me home for the weekend. Not in a cute puppy, Dingo, can I keep him way. More like that creepy guy that follows you a little too closely in an alley. He probably won't hurt you but he will make you really nervous in the meantime. I've coordinated travel for seven different people, some of whom are my boss's boss. And guess when they are traveling...SUNDAY. As in, I'm not in my office with my computer and the company network WHERE ALL DIGITAL FILES ARE SAVED. So I brought home a huge physical file that is sitting in my foyer quickening its pace as I quicken mine (is there a police dispatch line for creepy alley folders?). I'm convinced it is going to crawl under my bed and grab my ankles in the morning. Seriously, if I make it through Sunday without a phone call from someone who is freaking out because they have just landed in Pakistan I will call it a good week. And yes, I did just email my boss on a Friday night to ask about rental cars. This may take a few years off my life.

In other news, I'm a lazy ass. I have not cooked a single thing in over a week. And it has been WONDERFUL. I really needed I break and now I am fully pumped to fry the Ripley green tomatoes that I bought recently.

Saturday funday may be a little boring. Plans are to sleep until I can't sleep anymore. Then I may get a pedicure. Then I may go buy the Dingo a food dehydrator for his birthday (because I am romantic like that). So basically Saturday is The Nothingness but not in the scary way like in Neverending Story. Maybe I will try fluffing up doggy Arleen and calling her Falcor for the day just to be safe.

That's all for now. Please check the blog Sunday and if you see only cuss words and nonsensical randomness (more than usual) please send help. The FOLDER had gotten me.

Fireflies

Oops...I googled...turns out the whole swarm of fireflies in our backyard is totally common, especially in the south. And the recent amounts of rain seem to have made our backyard a perfect place for them. Where have I been that I didn't know this was common? Odd.

Who Wears Short Shorts?

ME! I currently have on the shortest shorts that I own and one of the Dingo's t-shirts so it will be lose and not touch me. Why? Because it is freaking hot in Memphis. I know, I know, that is the mantra of the city this time of year. We all state the obvious over and over and over and over. It's hard to think about much else when your brain is melting faster than the ice you just took out of the freezer...oh, it's water now, sorry.

Another nice thing about the heat, aside from the brain melting, is OMG I am so tired. Actually that isn't totally fair. Mostly I'm just mad at the air and blaming it. However, I had a super busy day at work. One in which I spent the whole day carrying and packing big ole boxes and then crawling on, around and between them trying to label and number them. Think of moving except you don't get to go to a fresh, new, shiny place after you're done. Nope, you get to go home to a dirty house and the challenge of what's for dinner. Oh yeah, and you have to get their via the Mojave desert. Is it bedtime yet?


I think doggy Arleen has the right idea.

So yeah, Chinese food delivery guy, sorry. You will be traveling to my house this evening. Just take a left after the cactus and beware the snakes. I hear they have big ones out here in the desert.

Another thing that has arrived in our lives are fireflies. I mean SWARMS of fireflies in our back yard. Around dusk there have been hundreds just hanging out in one area of our back yard. Never seen anything like it. Anyone know why this occurs?

Happy Belated Dad, Please Check Your Rearview

It's been a crazy fast week. The Dingo and I went to a gathering at my parents' house to celebrate the holiday on Sunday so on the actually holiday we stayed home and enjoyed the air conditioning. As usual I had the Food Network on (it's always on unless the Dingo changes the channel) and Down Home With the Neeleys was on and something caught the Dingo's eye. A ham. Sorry, that's wrong. A HAM! As in giant, feeds the whole family and still leaves leftovers, HAM. They were roasting it the old fashioned way with pineapples and cherries. Pineapples + Meat = Dingo heaven. He was off to purchase said ham before I could protest. So my only option was, find people to eat this thing! So a couple of friends came by to contribute to the task. And yeah, there is still the majority of a ham in our fridge.

Wednesday night our neighbors came over and the Dingo and they talked endlessly about "old school Nintendo." It went on to the point that they ended up dragging out the original Nintendo and playing games until 1am. I've never been a gamer and never had that console so I decided to duck out of the reminiscing to watch tv and go to bed at a decent hour. Needless to say the Dingo was a bit tired after work yesterday but had to power on because yesterday was my dad's birthday and we had celebrating to do.

So about my dad's bday...my sister and I suck. I ordered his cologne too late and it didn't come in time. So from me he opened an empty box with a picture of the cologne glued to the front and a promise to bring it buy whenever it comes in. My sister had a card...and a promise that she will have his gift soon, but not now. Now being empty handed when my dad is due a gift is typical of me. I can't ever think of something to get him and finally order something random at the last minute (this time he actually told me what he wanted but didn't mention it until Sunday and you can't find the stuff in town.) However, my sister goes all out on gifts and puts tons of thought and effort into them. And she did put a lot of thought into Dad's bday gift but after some weird debacle about the artist she ordered it from leaving town without delivering it she showed up empty handed as well. As she told her story and apology to Dad he interrupted her to say, "This sounds like a Doodle story." Yep, at least I'm consistent.

Post giftless birthday (my mom did actually have a present for him to open) he got another super happy follow up birthday present this morning! He backed into my car. As in slammed into it at a how did you catch that much speed just pulling out of the driveway?! speed. I drive a 10 year old hunk of junk and could care less about the little ding he put in my front bumper. But my dad drives a beautiful, pristine car and by the time I got into the front yard after hearing the smashing metal he was placing his tail light in his trunk. A completely detached tail light into a trunk that wouldn't quite close. Heart wrenching. Maybe for Christmas I will get him a sign that says "one of your daughters drops her dog off every morning, do not hit her car!" or maybe it should just say "DON'T BACK INTO A CAR!" as this is the third time he has hit someone's car while backing out of the driveway. Third! So whenever you are in east Memphis neighborhoods beware little red sports car that come flying out of driveways.

I believe we are staying in for the night. Gotta figure out what's for dinner. We are off for a quick trip to Jackson (Pelahatchie, but you don't know where that is) tomorrow. His parents come here to visit quite a bit but I suppose it's our turn to make that yucky drive.

We Covered This

The Dingo asked for beef tips and rice the other night so I decided I had time to cook it tonight. However, I'm not a huge fan of rice so I bought egg noodles with the knowledge that we had minute rice at home that I could cook for him. The following convo ensued:

Doodle: Dingo, I'm cooking egg noodles because I don't like rice. Do you want me to cook you some minute rice? It won't be a problem.

Dingo: I don't care. Either is fine.

So, I hand him his plate of beef tips and noodles (if he doesn't care I'm not going to waste the rice.) I hand him his food:

Doodle: How is it?

Dingo: Really good....I would have rather had it on rice.

Doodle: Seriously?! What happened to I don't care?

And so goes the life of a short order cook.
P.S. Why are they called beef tips? That sounds so unappetizing. I'm going to have to think of something else to call it if I am going to cook it again.