Dazed n Confuzzled

Poor Puppy

My poor Floppy - aka Floppy Dog, Silly Dog Tricks Are For Kids and Naked Chicken Dog - is sick. Labored breathing forced a trip to the vet earlier this week and based on her blood work, she was given an initial diagnosis of pneumonia. If Floppy isn't showing signs of improvement by Monday she needs to go back for an ultrasound and a biopsy of some sort to rule out the big bad word no one wants to hear or say.

:(

Of course, I would love to say I'm only venting about this now as opposed to earlier in the week when all this happened because I was busy and worried, but no. Naked Chicken Dog lives with my parents, my parents who decided that I didn't need to know until today. Apparently, I'm too stressed to be told these things. They pulled the same stunt a few weeks ago when my father had surgery. Surgery. They didn't tell me my own father was having surgery. Now, granted it was out patient but he was still under anesthesia and well, my father isn't doing all that great these days...it would have been nice to know...just in case.  I don't care if people think I can't handle - and for the record, I can - just tell me. I'm 31 not 13.

Augh. Poor Floppy.

In other news, I'm moving to wordpress this week...if I can figure out how to do it...you know, if I'm not too stressed and all...

Oh yay! Snow!

Yay! The first real snow of the season.

Actually, what I mean to say was: AUGHHH Stupid )*(&*^ snow.

Yes, its pretty outside. The trees are white and "glistening" and everyone is claiming to finally have that Holiday feeling, but in ten minutes everything will be brown and slushy and in less than a month, the holidays will be over, long before the last storm of the season. My floors will be covered in sand and mush, despite forcing everyone to take off their shoes before walking in and my car, well I just washed it the other day and now its covered with salt and other winter nastiness.

I'm probably just crabby because the snow plow came by and woke me up at 7AM... ON A SUNDAY. Two hours after I went to bed (insert story about a quick last minute trip to NYC here). Or maybe because I just hate snow. I don't hate winter, I love the cold weather and yes, I know that makes me weird, but snow is just sooo...annoying. Snow just blows.

On Sale Now! Guilt for $180

Whenever I go into a new Target, whether it be brand new or one other than my neighborhood location, I always, well, go overboard. For some reason, I get it into my head that I have a free pass. Budget? What budget? De-cluttering the house? Who cares, new stuff from a new Target isn't clutter!  Basically, the rules just don't apply when I'm in a new/different Target. I go in for one thing and leave...well, never empty handed.

This happened yesterday afternoon when I stumbled upon a newly opened Target. And by stumbled upon I mean, my GPS apparently heard about it and made me go. Look, Carol is one scary GPS and when she tells me to take a left, I take a left damn it! Yeah. That's it. Yup.

Anyways, I went in for storage boxes (for the de-cluttering) and left with a carriage full of stuff that totaled up to $180.00 or something close to that amount.

One Hundred and Eighty Dollars.

What makes that figure even more outrageous - it was done in thirty minutes. Can you imagine if I was in there any longer? 

And what did I buy for $180? Picture frames, a rug, a lamp...etc. Nothing essential to our well being or the upkeep of our home, just useless, frivolous stuff.

Like I said somewhere up there, I usually don't think anything of it, probably because the most I've ever spent was $100 and was for cleaning supplies, food, etc. You know, things we actually needed.  This time, yeah, I was completely irresponsible and as a result I'm now the proud owner of  a HUGE amount of guilt. 

Can I get a refund?

Actually, hmm...maybe I can turn some of this into Christmas gifts...

Look at that...bye bye guilt!

Question

Do I go to the gym, which is open 'till noon, this morning or do I make today my "skip"day? I'm thinking I'm going to go, not just so I won't feel guilty later when I've gone well over my calorie limit but so I won't be as "stressed" while dealing with these family people (my side). Friday is a better skip day anyways!

Oh, and Happy Thanksgiving!

This and That

• Tired, cranky and not suitable for public...umm...display(?), Steph and I decided to watch season 1 of 'Friday Night Lights' last night; streaming from netflix. Of course, my internet connection SUCKED which meant there was a lot of buffering, oh wait, sorry, netflix retrieves, going on. We made the best of it and turned it into a drinking game, we took a shot every time "retrieving" popped up on the screen.
• Currently, I have 25 cardigans hanging in my closet. I still have nothing to wear. 
• Someone really should tell Geico to stop airing those stupid googly eye commercials. They're (still) freaking me out.
• Speaking of googly eyes, I haven't watched this SNL clip in a while:

I don't want a title, I don't feel good,lemme alone. Wah.

So at some point this week, I need to talk about talk radio. This hopefully will be more entertaining than it sounds. The key word in that statement being 'hopefully'.

For now, I'm going to whine. Cover your ears.

MY THROAT HURTS. WAH. WAH. WAH.

Okay, I'm done. Thanks. Am going to have ice cream for dinner now and sulk on the couch waiting for the world to end because MY THROAT HURTS!!!

Do I feel warm?

Last night I wanted two things, pizza and a movie. So we went to Patriots Place, which is an hour away from where we live. I know it seems like my football obsession has gotten out of hand, but I assure you, it had nothing to do with me wanting to go to the ProShop (again) to get yet another sweater and magnet (I did) and everything to do with pizza. I know, weird.

See, there is a restaurant down there that has the best pizza, imo. For someone who is married to a guy who practically lives on pizza, it all tastes the same to me, blah. The pizza from this place though? So not blah. Far from blah and even better, the husband likes it too (he is very picky about his pizza). Sadly, the wait was way too long and we didn't have enough time to wait without missing the movie. Damn you fandango and your funny commercials, forcing me to buy my tickets before leaving the house (although, I think it was movietickets.com that I actually used to buy them, but whatever)!  So instead, we ended up at Qdoba. Pizza? Burrito? Same thing right? Yeah, no. Such a let down.

And that wasn't the only let down of the night.

The other let down, obviously, was the movie. We saw A Christmas Carrol, which actually wasn't bad. It would have been ten times better if we didn't have a birthday party of 10 kids behind us, kids who were dropping the f-bomb every other word and who also were hacking up lungs. I know this was, in theory, a kids movie, but really, these kids were pests. If they were not going to be stopped from talking, they should have at least been told to knock off the swearing. And the coughing? I couldn't see them but I'm pretty sure they were not covering their mouths, which means that I most likely subjected myself to the "pig" flu by going to the movies last night. I know, I subject myself to it every day when I leave the house but this was a little to close for comfort. I tired to deal but after an hour of breathing into my jacket (shut up!!) I made the husband leave. It's a Christmas Carol, the remakes are practically all the same. I'll catch it next year on TV, after Elf of course. 

So now I'm in freak out mode. All day I've been worried that I'm getting a sore throat and I swear I have a fever. I've been downing the dayquil like water, all because I wanted pizza and a movie. Pizza that I didn't get and a movie I didn't get to watch. I should have stayed home. Grrrrr.

What does one do on a Saturday at 6AM?

Looking back at the past week, I think its fair to say that I was a little tired and a little cranky. No, that isn't fair. I was REALLY TIRED and REALLY CRANKY this week. I attacked my alarm clock every morning like I assume I would attack a burglar, by throwing things at it and then hiding under my pillow pretending it wasn't there. And yet, it continued to go off and I continued to get my ass out of bed and drag it around like a lost dog all damn day, never really getting out of that morning, hazy funk. (I know, a lost dog? I don't get it either but it sounded funny so...shush)

I managed to be "pleasant" during the day but at night, well, even I called myself an annoying nagging witch. With a B.  So why on a Saturday, the I can sleep in day, was I wide awake at 6AM?  Why? No really, WHYYYYYYYY?!?!?!?

Yes, I was whining as I typed that. And No, I didn't go to bed early last night. In fact, I went to bed at 2AM. WTH?!?!

On a different subject, what is "Glee" and when does it go away? Also, how did the soundtrack end up on my itunes list? KC isn't anywhere in sight so I know it wasn't him/her/it. (Heh. Yeah, I called you it. Deal.)

Shake Shake Shake

Okay, I may be wrong but...no, I'm not wrong. Back sometime in September I had the brakes done in my car. Pads, routers, etc. With only a thousand or so miles on them, the brakes are still fairly brand new. So I shouldn't be hearing a...grinding noise when braking right?!?!?! I'm far from an expert when it comes to cars but I'm pretty sure I should hear nothing but me screaming at traffic when driving. 

It is the worst sound and feeling to ever be heard or felt in a car.

Did that sound as bad as I think it sounds?

Anyways, it isn't happening all the time, and the car does stop when I press the brake, obviously.  But for the last day or so, every once in a while when I brake, and I'm not braking hard or fast, my annoying car will make this awful sound and shake...a lot. 

Thankfully, my handy dandy (did I really just say that?) brother will look at it for me tomorrow. I'm hoping it is something easy and cheap to fix but I know it won't be. Which is why I'll be spending some time tonight researching new cars. Because that is what I do when I have major car problems, dump em. Like my high school boyfriend.

Time to harvest the donuts

So, the new 'time suck' in my life? Farmville. I'm too busy harvesting crops, milking cows, collecting eggs and truffles as well as sending gifts and fertilizing my neighbor's farms to write or you know, clean my own house.

And its all "Dharma's" fault. Dharma, also known as my Favorite Michelle, did a huge favor for me the other day and cleaned up my dead, brown farm by accepting over 100 (or something like that) farmville gifts and arranged them only like a true farmville decorator could do. It was perfect and for the last four days, I've been trying to do my best to maintain it. I mean, I couldn't ask her to clean it up for me and then just abandon it!

So every morning, before leaving the house I've been signing on to harvest and then the second I get home at night, I'm signing on again to harvest some more (if needed), send gifts and help my neighbors. I'm friendly like that.

It sounds like it should be a quick and easy thing but oh no, its time consuming. I think I spent an hour and a half alone the other night. Time I should have spent cleaning my bathroom or working on that pesky book (I keep meaning to write about that, maybe tomorrow). I don't know how my friends who maintain a farm, a youville apartment and a restaurant/cafe do it. I would try myself but I think I need to hold the line at farmville. I like my farmville character better than my yoville one anyways!