It was the extended version.

I would like to request a weekend extension if I could? Do I need the proposal to be in writing or is a verbal request okay?

This weekend was busy and pretty dorky really. Friday night was non-existent… I can’t remember it. On Saturday we went to some park (which I also can’t remember it’s name) and hiked through some bogs, went to a bird santuary and let Ella play on an old school playground.  It was pretty exciting. We also watched one of the Lord of the Rings that night. It only gets gets dorkier from here.

Sunday we went to the Renaissance Festival. Matt LOVES going, and Ella too. Me? Ehhhh. No. When I was 19 I worked at one- and I have never wanted to go to one since. I was in charge of the Porkchop on a Stick booth. We also sold Toni’s Mini Pizzas and calzones. I say I was in charge because all of the kids that worked in my booth were 14 years old. I was ANCIENT. I WAS IN COLLEGE! So that made me Supervisor. Those places are gross people. Nothing that happens there is good. Evil, icky, eww. Matt does giggle everytime he thinks about me yelling “Would you like a Toni’s Mini Pizza for you and your wench?” in a weird British accent. Ugh. Gross. But I went with them, and I had a pretty okay time. We also met up with my friends Rachel and Geoff so that made it much more bearable. Ella about flipped out when we found a booth full of princess dresses, hats, fairy wings and pink sparkly accessories. Matt about flipped out when he saw a booth with Turkey legs. I about flipped out when I looked at our checking account this morning. Ugh… gross. Ick.

But like I said, I had an alright, okay kind of time. We finished the weekend watching Lord of the Rings.

Dog HUMANitarian

Me: Hey Ella, see that dog over there? That is like grandma’s dog, Fawn. It’s called a pug. You know, like how Ziggy is called a fucker* poodle?

Ella: Oh, yeah. Is Mickey a pug?

Me: No, Mickey is a wiener dog.

Ella: A Weiner dog?

Me: Yeah, because he looks like a hotdog. He can also be called a Dachshund.

Ella: Mom, don’t call Mickey a hotdog- if he was a human that would hurt his feelings.

*Sorry, that comment was uncalled for and irrelevant to the conversation. But I still think my dog is a fucker.

Observations

On my morning walk with THE MOST ANNOYING DOG EVER* aka Ziggy we were walking along by my neighbors house when Ziggy stops to pee on a plant. I look down and right in front of the plant is a tiny sign at a dog’s eye level that says “Please don’t urinate on my plants.”

Umm, I have a couple questions… is that for dogs that can read? Is it for dogs at all? I assumed it was, but maybe they have a problem with humans urinating on the plant. Or squirrels.

Anyways, I pulled him along and told him to read the sign next time. Admittedly, I kind want to let him pee on it. I am not sure why you would plant a whole bunch of plants outside of your fence right along a sidewalk and not be okay with them getting urinated on by dogs…or squirrels, or wait a minute… maybe they do have a problem with human urination. I guess I would have a problems with people peeing on my plants too… for a couple of reasons.

Also, I just was outside my office and saw what looked like a HUGE bug in one of the roses. I took a closer look at it and realized it was two beetles getting it on. How about that for the most romantic beetle sex ever had? In the middle of a rose.

* MOST ANNOYING DOG EVER reasoning: Also on that walk he pooped out half a pair of Ella’s underwear. Today at the Ella’s doctor, I was holding her Stuffed Dino for her and realized it REEKS of dog urine. That little MO-FO.

Classy kind of Monday

So last Friday, I had a weird icky feeling day. I even ended up going to Urgent Care trying to figure out what was going on. I won’t go into details… which, I know, weird right? I always go into gross details. But, I’m feeling classy today. Anyways, fucking Urgent Care was complete nightmare and they didn’t figure out anything… so the final result was… I quit the Apple Cider Vinegar experiment.

I decided I am going to retry though. I don’t want to be a quitter. I feel good now… and overall, I thought the ACV experiment was positive and I totally dug it. So, I’ll keep updating things.

On a different note. Did anyone else find this weekend bittersweet? I thinkknow I can be really dramatic but it was SO BEAUTIFUL this weekend and all I could think is that its almost over. I’m not sure I am really for another Minnesota winter. I spent ALL WEEKEND outside. We had wonderful weather up here in the Nordwoods. But… umm… winter? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Day 3: ACV

Well, I’m into my third complete day of the ACV life revolution. Here are some observations.

1. Haven’t experienced any appetite suppressant effect from the vinegar. Darn it.
2. I think my blood sugars are more even. Well… not yesterday. I had Cheetos for lunch and brownies for dinner. It would have took an act of God to have good blood sugars. This point will need more time.
3. I have had a stomach ache for about a day. It could be that my innards are being pickled. Or that I had Cheetos for lunch and brownies for dinner last night. This will also need a little time.
4. My skin is looking good. I have had a couple nights of bad sleep (thanks ELLA, and your darn infected ear drum too!) and I haven’t look super puffy in the mornings.
5. This morning, I almost FORGOT to make coffee. That never happens. It is usually brewed and in my belly 6 minutes after I wake up. Does this mean I’m more perky? Hmmm…

  The taste has gotten a little better. I am still drinking about the tablespoons ACV in the morning with a cup of water and the same before bed.  I’ll give an update on Monday.

PS: I’m a little embarrassed about spelling cider wrong in the title of my last post. *blush*