In the words of Paladin J: GARGLECOX!!!! I'm just going to pretend that the last few days never happened. Whatever you do DON'T WATCH THE MOVIE J.EDGAR!!! Don't do it!!! It was so long and boring and So Much DRAMA I felt like my face was going to implode. Thank God I had a slushie and popcorn otherwise it would've been a complete waste. Pina Colada and butter are really complementary flavors, my tongue was happy even if the rest of me was in purgatory.
About to dig in and do the TaxDance. Hopefully this time the IRS won't come breathing down our throats. I'm kinda freaking out though, this is the first time I'll be doing them on my own. And if the guy from the legal office can fubar our taxes then what hope do I have?! Eeep! Hopefully it will turn out alright, because I'm not an idiot and I asked for help with the one thing that was baffling me. It's nice to look before leaping. *happy face*
I SPY!!!!
This week's prompt was Junk. I promptly renamed the prompt: "Things that make Captain Planet sad" and ran off to a place I found while walking the dog last week. Junk doesn't just make a fictitious 90's super hero with a blue mullet sad; it makes me sad. Part of me wants to burn it into ash so it can do some good. The other, more realistic, part of me realizes that I'll be arrested for setting the woods on fire.
And now everything is breaking on the Internet.... if it doesn't work this time it's just the one picture....
I'm Back! Hopefully I can keep up till April when we move again. What you don't believe me?! One can always hope. *pouty face*
This weeks prompt was hard because NOTHING HERE FREEZES. I considered taking a picture of my ice chest... it is however devoid of anything that makes one think "frozen" with the exception icecream and cheap pizzas. Thus I've decided to broaden the interpretation of the word for my own means.
Here is the picture that froze me in my tracks. I had to get within 2 meters of this guy to get a decent picture. This is the new alligator that has taken up residence in the pond by our apartment.
I keep telling Jex not to make faces like this, otherwise his face may get frozen that way. He doesn't listen.
My choice: My brother Rocker. I love him to death and really want him to come live with us or near us when he graduates next year. Gah! I can't believe he's almost 18!!!!
Bah! I'm sure the people who usually read my blog won't understand it but the title of this blog always makes me smile. And I need to smile right now.
The Dog, Kq!b' (read: Kiyaba) kept me up all night again. So what's a girl to do? I called the emergency vet in our area and cried. Ok so I didn't really cry but I'm pretty sure I have the most annoying tone of voice EVAR! She breathed hard all night, like she had just run a marathon or was still in the process of running a marathon, and then when I got up to get her some more water she followed me and I noticed she was limping. What the hell? You were fine yesterday dog! What's a girl to do at 0612 in the morning? Call the vet. The lady on the phone was very nice considering she'd probably been up all night too and was most likely covered in poo and god knows what else. When I asked if I should be worried enough to take Kq!b' in to the doggie ER she said: "No, just watch her over the weekend and if she keeps it up go into my usual Vet on Mon. If she get's worse then bring her in." She was a pro. Her tone of voice was practiced at calming down crazy pet owners afraid their 'baby' was going to dye of a bug bite. Even for some one as cold hearted (no really I was dubbed 'Ice Queen' in high school because I was too pragmatic about others, pain, death, and disease) as me who was just frustrated at losing sleep was lulled into a sense of peace. ER Telephone Vet was right. Kq!b' got better as the day progressed. Even to the point I felt ok to bring her to the dog park. Then the vet who had set up shop at the dog park for a public service thingie told me that her fever and her breathing could be a reaction to 'growing pains'. Never occurred to me that puppies could have growing pains too. Huh.
But this is not the half of the day. OH no Sireee Bob. Yes I'm talking to you Bob. (haha, there is no Bob.) No, she pooped in my friend's car on the way to the dog park. Thank GOD for leather interiors. And she got me all kinds of muddy. But maybe, just maybe, she'll sleep tonight. IF not I feel no reservations about sticking her fluffy butt in the bathroom overnight.
Tomorrow will be better. Monday will rock. Because I decree it thus. I will get so much done on Monday that Tuesday will be declared a public holiday for the Bell house hold. In which I will drive downtown and buy one of those weird bacon maple doughnuts. Because I'm pretty sure my tummy is tired of fruits and veggies. (^_^)
~ <3 ~ XOXOXO
Ah and for those of you who wish to know about the over 9,000 thing. It's from a cartoon called "Dragon Ball: Z" and there are these aliens called saiyans and they have these face computers that tell a person's power level. A 'normal' human is usually around 2-100 or so. Martial artists are higher (I think). And crazy weird alien warriors are in the lower thousands give or takes.
Here's the famous clip. And of course like EVERYTHING on YouTube there are countless remixes and songs. Even some really fun demotivational posters.
Hooray for slightly awkward voice over acting. *hahaha*
I've jumped on a bandwagon of Awesome! Mostly because I'm a very visual person and I'd rather show a picture than talk about something.
I SPY!!! The super fun game of find, capture, and post that I play with Dazee and Christy. It's easy, simple, and totally fun. Get a camera, any camera, and take a peek at the prompt for this week. During the week snap photos that make you think of the prompt, be they crazy, psychodelically colorful, or thought provoking. When you're ready to post on Thursday snag the I Spy logo from Dazee, Christy, or me and link up with us. (I am still figuring out the link thing so you'll have to visit either of the awesome ladies mentioned above to do the linking.) A picture is worth a thousand words; and all that. (^_^)
The prompt for this week was interesting.
UP.
I had a lot of fun trying different pictures and angles to get something that made me think of going UP or being UP and the like. But Jex and Kiyaba ended up taking the cake.
I heard my husband chanting "Up, Kiyaba, Up" turned around and witnessed our dog freaking out because she didn't want to jump onto the bench Jex was standing on. I whiped out my phone just in time to snap a picture of Kiyaba gathering enough courage to jump.
And now for my choice.
This is my hubby and Salthouse. They are THE SAME PERSON in almost every way. Look at their faces! AGH! But it works out because Salthouse's wife Druid and I are the same too. In any way that the boys are not the same they're the same as the other guy's girl and visa versa. With our powers combined we create one whole married couple. Haha!
Next weeks Challenge is: Decorations and Your Choice.
I loved the crap out of Thanksgiving and the family and the fun. Oh the fun! If it were ok for me to have Thanksgiving every month I would totally do it!
.... Then comes Christmas ....
You will see no joy from me over the upcoming ulcer indusing holiday of massproduction. I am a Scrooge with everything but the lights. I do really enjoy Christmas lights and driving down the housing developements with snacks and hot cocoa just gazing at the crazy compilations flung over every home.
But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm HOME! My own house, my own pillow, my own kitchen. And the climb up to the 3rd floor. I am however not jigging because I busted both my knees the night we got home (yesterday).
You see. Kiyaba, the 35lb puppy (DEAR GOD don't let her get any bigger!), was so excited to be home she had to stuff the entire appartment complex up her nose. Not kidding. It was dark, wet cold, and I was tired from driving forever and a day back to Sandland from Texas and all I wanted her to do was pee so I could climb up the stairs and go to bed. I didn't have her on her leash because typically Kiyaba is really well behaved. But not that night. No. She just HAD to track down Wally, the chocolate lab she plays with sometimes and then FREAK OUT when I followed her. Stupid dog bolted. Now I have lost a puppy before because it freaked out and bolted (hence why I love cats more, they've never once ran away from me). So my sleep deprived face flipped out a little and propelled me down the cement stairs at speeds unusual for a non-runner such as myself. Leaning down I managed to get a hold of Kiyaba's scruff and trip on the last step at the same time. Oh yes. There was a flurry of fur and blue stripes as we skid and rolled on the side walk. And wouldn't you know it the majority of the impact was on my knees. With fewer curses than I felt like shouting I picked up the biggest puppy on earth and limped back to our appartment building and up the stairs and proptly shut her in the laudry room before getting ice. I decided against a picture because it might gross some people out. However if they bruise really prettily I'm definately putting one up. Isn't it grand to be home? *grumble mumble sigh*
