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Wow, what a break? Sorry for the lack of blogs lately. Let’s just say I was on Spring break. Every thing is good though, I just needed some mental health days. Here are a few pictures for your veiwing pleasure.
A little backstory on this one. This last Saturday, Ella and me made a snowman. It was awesome. The snow was super sticky and it was really easy to roll. Ella rolled the middle ball all by herself!! Anyways, that Saturday night, it’s anyone’s guess what that snowman was up too. But I have a feeling it was whiskey and a stripclub or maybe he went to the bar downtown called The Gay 90’s. Just look at what it looked like on Easter Sunday. All tippy and wearing pink boobs.
Well, to tell you the truth, my first thought was, “Are those Easter eggs? Who would do such a weird thing in the middle of the night?” Then I walked out and realized that it was the scarf we had put on the snowman the day before. The snow was just covering up everything but the tassles. I’m sure Ella told everyone at school that our snowman had boobs though. Luckily the snowman was facing our fence and not our street. We don’t need anything else making us look weird.
BTW: That is Mr. Ziggy Boomboom there next to the snowman, sans fur.
Here is Ziggy showing off his chesthair, manly flannel and poodle cut. I have had this on my camera for a couple months now. Sorry it took so long. Sheesh. Cute eh?
And here is my family on Easter morning. They were all wearing their Easter best.
Okay, everyone was pretty sleepy. And Ziggy was yawning. Because he was sleepy. But doesn’t Ella look cute? The Easter bunny got her that little bunny. And later that day, Ziggy chewed it’s eyeball off. Luckily there were on clearance at Wahlgreen’s so I bought another one. Look at that little devil dog…
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed these pictures! Hope everyone is doing good and I shall write more tomorrow!
A small view from my office window.
I have absolutely nothing to say about today’s weather. Nothing. I will remain mute. It will not push me into being a lunatic. Nothing. to. say. Period.
Besides “the weather that must not be spoken about” things are going fine. My pottied pump is working just fine. My diet is working… okay not working at all. But I swear I am not done. I will be the biggest loser… in one form or another. Ziggy is doing great! No accidents… besides when I clean the house. Something about it just makes him want to piss through three rooms. But can you blame him. Sometimes when I am scouring the floor I feel like letting letting my bowels loose too. Except, the only difference is I would have to clean up the mess. So, I hold it.
…okay, that went to a weird place…
Luckily I don’t clean very much.
Wow, this is kind of awkward. I am not sure where to head in the post from point. Ah hem. Have a good weekend! Hope the Easter bunny gives you lots of chocolate!
9:12 AM Central Time
After settling down in my office this morning, I went to the restroom to dispose of a little processed morning coffee. As I was pulling up my pants, my insulin pump fell into the toilet. Never good when you start out your day with your pancreas in the toilet. Not sure what that means for the galaxy, or for the rest of my day…
This weekend was perty fun.
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We spent all weekend outside doing chores. IT WAS 40 DEGREES! And sunny! And we hadn’t pick up all of our leaves in the fall! So we had to do it now! We already have 3 big bags and we are nowhere near done!
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Since it had been so tropical feeling up here in the Nordwoods, Ziggy has been getting really dirty. It was kind of funny, on Thursday it was 50 and Matt had the day off so he let Ziggy out around noon. Normally Ziggy goes pee, barks at a squirrel and is ready to come in. Matt said Ziggy was out in the back yard all afternoon. At one point Matt thought Ziggy had ran away, so he put his shoes on and went out back to find Ziggy being non-respondent to Matt’s yells and laying in a pile of leaves soaking up the sun. Anyways, back to the point. Ziggy has had 4 baths this last week and it matted up his fur really bad. We took him to get groomed on Saturday night and I made (one of my awesome) split-second decisions and told the lady just to shave him, including his ears and tail. When I went to pick him up, the dude looked like a rat. He is looking pretty creepy, I think having no hair really makes him look uppermost neurotic. And it doesn’t help he keeps glaring at me and shivering every time he goes out. Sorry Zig!
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Had my cousin, her husband and her ADORABLE son over for a little St. Paddy’s day delight on Sunday. The corned beef and cabbage turned out really well! But, I didn’t even try to count my WW points… on Sunday. And Monday. And today. I blame my blog readers. Was everyone praying for my pant buttons? Hmmm?
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On a little trip to Menards this weekend, we bought some little window clingies that say, “THINK SPRING!” with flowers and butterflies. Ella and me put it up them up Sunday morning. It snowed six inches yesterday.
When I was little, maybe about 4 or 5, I must have had a really vivid dream or a series of them that I could walk up walls. In my little kid head, I was sure the dreams were real. I truly though I could walk up walls. I remember telling kids at school about and when they would ask me to do it I never tried to. Why should I, I had nothing to prove. I knew, for sure, that walking up walls was a talent of mine. I’m still not sure I couldn’t do it- I believed it so intensely.
Yesterday, in the car. Ella was quiet for a while and said, “Hey, mom. Did you know I can walk up walls.”
I was stunned. It brought back that memory of how strongly I believed use to believe that too.
I just said, “I used to be able to do that too.”
And she sat there quietly staring out the window as I looked at her in the rear-view mirror.
Saturday, I made a big pan of brownies. Granted, they were whole wheat, had flax added, and were low sugar… they were still brownies. And I ate half the pan.
Sunday, I started WeightWatchers. I bet you figured out that it was in my plan on Saturday morning to start WW on Sunday morning.
Monday, went good. Besides Sunday night I used 6 of my weekly points to have a couple beers. Poop, bad idea.
Tuesday, went even better. I rock. Besides the whole complain a whole bunch, and kind of hate the feeling of calories burning… or is it the feeling of hunger… maybe both. Anyways, it makes me want to eat.
Wednesday, it’s noon. and I have 6 points left for the day. I was really hungry this morning.
This. is. going. to. suck…
for the rest of the day. and maybe week.
Root for me. Or pray for me. Pray for my pant buttons. Anything.
Here is a conversation that occurred last night with Ella.
Me: “Ziggy must be starving after that walk. Let’s get him some food!”
Ella: “Yeah, we don’t want Ziggy to starve! His tummy will get big and he will die!”
“Where did you learn that?” (I was thinking maybe a Sally Struthers commercial?)
“Spongebob and Patrick starved once. And Patrick stole Spongebob’s candybar.”
“All righty then.”
Sometimes, I am not very logical. I will admit it. Take this case for example:
About a month ago, I read an article (it may have been in Reader’s Digest… so what, they got cred) about how bad bottled water is, for the environment and for your body. I probably knew it, but I didn’t realize the stats and specifics of it. I really like bottled water. But it is bad, seriously.
That next morning, I woke up to a news report on the radio about bottle water and its harmful effects on people/earth. I laid there and thought for a while. I really pride myself on being progressive. If I know something is harmful to others, I try not to do it. I can’t play ignorant. So, I decided I will no longer drink bottled water. Tap only, from now on.
Here is where I am kind of stupid. My body requires LOTS of water. I have been a water snob for years now. If I am at home and the Brita isn’t full and I don’t have any bottled water, and I am feeling exceptionally lazy (it happens more than you would think) I just don’t drink water. This has caused me alot of grief in the past with the wretched UTI’s! I was actually promoting infections by refusing tap water. So, umm, guess what: water out of the faucet isn’t so bad, and it’s really easy to get a glass of it. Bottled water might just be, to date, the stupidest crutch I have ever had. I don’t even miss it, except Smart water. I love that shit. But I don’t think it was making me very smart…
In the rental car we have, the radio has been pre-set to whole bunch of stations I never listen to. The stations are called KOOL 108.1 or LITE 98.9… you know the ones. Soft rock or as Matt calls it Non-threatening Radio. I have to admit… I kind of like them- and since it’s easier to keep the stations programmed on… I use it as my excuse.
I also really like Reader’s Digest. I even had a subscription in High School.
And Fig Newtons. Fig Newtons kick some ass.
So, what this all means is that I have a very alive, very active 80 year old living somewhere in my psyche. And she, like Fig Newtons and the LARGE PRINT Reader’s Digest, also kick ass. Matt was laughing at me the other day about all my weird old lady habits and ask me if I had some Werther’s Originals in pocket.
And it got me thinking. I LOVE Werther’s Originals. Maybe I will get some to carry in my pocket. You know, for the grand kids.
I swear that I am really trying to branch out in my blog. Away from Monday grouches, dog stories and web searches for my blog…but…
this will be my last one.
- Grouch number one. It was snowy this morning. I really didn’t want to drive in the snow across Minneapolis this morning. But I did. Grumble, grumble.
- Ziggy keeps chewing up Ella’s underwear and has started to eat his poop. Oh. my. God. My doggy has ISSUES!
- Someone found my blog by typing in “Chrissy pee”. I’m sure all of these blogs about my dogs number ones and two’s aren’t helping the search…
On a nice new topic: It’s my nephew Ben’s birthday today. I wish I had audio of how he says TWO!!!! It sounds like TUUUUUU! He’s cute. I told him I loved him on the phone today and he blew me a kiss! I wish I was there to pinch his butt twice.
All right, my new posts will start tomorrow. I going down a new track tomorrow. I swear. A new road Along with a new diet. And I’m going to quit watching crappy tv… I swear. And I am going to quit swearing….
I swear.
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