poor dixie!

our puppy began doing some weird, fluid-coming-out-of-her-mouth gagging type thing tonight which was odd, but then followed by some seriously fast panting. so, after a trip to the vet we come to find that she has pneumonia. poor puppy! they gave her an uber-dose of antibiotic and we start pills for her tomorrow. the vet said she should be feeling better tomorrow, so we'll see.

oh, puppy!

i'd like to state that...

...only having work four days in the week is outstanding. i'm giddy that tomorrow is already wednesday. and here's a shout out to Taquito Benito on his big day of moving tomorrow! lift with your legs, not with your back, my friend!

tomorrow is also our first visit to the orthodontist for the kiddo. yes, that time is upon us. hopefully we can push it off for another year or so, but those types are pretty insistent and i buckle under peer pressure. (most pressure causes me to buckle, actually.)

i'm tired. and slightly queasy on account of the massive brownie i just ate... but it was SO GOOD!

i just remembered Mr. Food from KMOT in minot. his line was "ooh, it's so good..." and he said it after everything he could. i wonder if he's still on. anyone know? if you have info, offer it up...but for now i'll check out The Google.

holy CRAPBALLS! he has a site with a sound link on it! DIG IT!!!

yeah, that's the voice i want in my head as i'm drifting off to sleep...Mr. Food.



sleep well, kiddies.

a jaws-filled day

and THIS is really funny, but i can't embed it.

since i seemed to miss the first Jaws earlier today...

i'm gonna watch it RIGHT NOW! this is one shark-filled day, my friends. i just made brownies, ate a salad and put my feet up on the coffee table (i don't actually have an ottoman, so i improvise).

i'm considering jogging. why? i don't know. at all. something about it appeals to me, just the motion of going nowhere but burning off stress. yeah, my knees will probably implode with the force of an atomic bomb, but i think i can live with that.

it's 7 p.m. and i'm becoming melancholy over having to work tomorrow. i know everyone has to work. and i just have to get through one more month and then i've got some vacation coming in early july. and the month of may went by pretty quickly, so the beginning of my vacation, july 3, is just around the corner.

but i'm still melancholy. what can help break this melancholy mood? THE ORIGINAL JAWS MOVIE, THAT'S WHAT!

it may seem as though i didn't do a lot today. however i have done a few loads of laundry, picked up some groceries, showered, ummmmmm.... crap. not much accomplished.

but i'm learning a lot about shark behavior.

maybe not. but i'm learning a lot about the behavior of mechanical sharks in movie studio pools.

HOLY SHIT!

"that's some bad hat, harry" was just said by Chief Brody! THIS is where it comes from! to preface this, that line is spoken as a part of the production company after each House episode. hey! i've learned something today!

the last half hour of Jaws 2 and...*UPDATED*

...it's so awesome! the helicopter is about to tow the stranded teenagers to safety and the shark attacks the chopper...that is still tied to the stranded boat! DAMN! and there's the shark, spinning the boat around and around ... and then quiet..wait for it...BAM! get the kid to safety! good job saving that kid, anonymous teenage girl...who is about to have her legs chewed on...eek!

DAMN this rules.

*THIS JUST IN: Jaws III to start momentarily, with Jaws the Revenge to follow! YESSSS! Where are my 3-D glasses when i need them???*

what a great freaking quote!

"it's still there...."

"tina...what's still there?'

"sh...sh...sh...sh...SHARK!"

(Jaw 2, yo.)

i remember playing with this when i was really little:



i remember using the hook to fish stuff out of the shark's mouth and if you weren't too careful, SNAP! it was great.

i love, LOVE days off, and i'm even tempted to track down one of those Jaws toys.

guess who i'm really sick of?

i really liked lindsay lohan back in the Freaky Friday days. even in the Mean Girls days, even though it began her Tarted Up® phase.

that being said..... another car accident? and BIG SHOCK, suspected DUI and coke found on the scene? i'm a forgiving person, but for FUCK'S SAKE, i hope she goes to jail. know why? BECAUSE I NO LONGER HAVE THE TOLERANCE FOR WHINY-ASS BABY RICH GIRLS WHO ACT AS THOUGH THEY CAN DO WHAT THEY PLEASE WITH LITTLE TO NO CONSEQUENCE. having a set of funbags and a tight ass will only get you so far, lindsay.

you come from a broken home? WAH. no one understands the pressure you face? WAH.

you know what happens to me if i party so much that i can't go to work because of exhaustion? i get fired. know what happens to me if i get into one (let alone, SEVERAL car accidents)? my car is wrecked and i don't get another one. what happens if they find what might be cocaine on me? i got to fucking jail. AND lose my job. AND i won't see a license until the next century.

but you, you spoiled fucking brat, it's time someone sat you up and set you straight. everyone is tired of your shit. EVERYONE. so man the fuck up and get your shit together. if none of your friends will tell you to stop acting like a total fucking ass, then maybe the general public should.

end rant.

what i watch at 2 a.m.

james woods is pretty bad-ass in this movie.


it even co-stars a lesser baldwin!


and laura palmer!



so i did the late afternoon nap thing today...which explains why i'm wide-freaking awake at 2:07 a.m.

happiness defined: long weekend with no loss of wages. hurrah for paid holidays!

this from captain narcolepsy

in the words of john hughes not the director, "What kind of selection process do you think they use?"

something fantastic to read

jege said it all.

my cyst-less finger!

so remember when i had that cyst removed, and then i had those cool stitches in place? WELL today my finger looked a little...irritated. not irritated like i had left the milk out overnight but irritated like there was something wrong with it. then i push on it and prod it a little bit and a wee bit of stitching popped out of it! it was CRAZY. and i wanted to post a picture of it, but it's so thin and short that there's no way the image will turn out. so just imagine, if you will, a small, blue piece of plastic-like string working it's way out of my finger the way a piece of bread comes out of a toaster.
CRAZY.

i just saw a really clever commercial

it's for Absolute Vodka. it involves riots and the public fighting the military...but with PILLOWS. i kid you not. CLEVER. especially since booze commercials just show scantily clad women for the most part, yet this one shows PILLOW FIGHTS. what does it have to do with vodka? i'm not even sure. but i'm SOLD!

trent sticks it to the man!

this is a good read.

why my husband is a better person than i

because while he is watching this german-made documentary on kuwait and the damage it sustained after the gulf war (the one in the '90s), all i want to do is watch Jackass.

some days i don't have the energy for it. and i know i care about what is happening in this scary fucking world, but today i'm tired. today if i hear about war, i'll cry. dustin seems to have a better handle on his anger/frustration about all of this, b/c there is no way i could read/watch/listen to all he does on a daily basis and not just light myself on fire in front of the white house while wearing a Guy Fawkes mask. we don't want that, do we?

so that's why i can't do what he does.

and maybe that makes me a total lazy ass some days and makes him a better, more well-informed citizen than i.

the highlight of our night

"pain don't hurt."
"my way...or the highway."
"you're too stupid to have a good time."
"does a hobby horse have a wooden dick?"

courtesy of ROAD HOUSE!

a short weekend, a long day

today was one of those days in which plenty of work was done, but it all seems to be a blur. it was one of those days where i felt like i was only half there, with my mind in other places. actually, that isn't what it was like, that's exactly what it was...i was only half there. a variety of reasons, nothing i have the energy to go into right now.

i'm hungry but not enough to get up off the couch. and HEY! "the wedding singer" is on tv. see? one more reason not to leave this warm spot.

but now the dog is scratching at the door. so i have to let her out. which means i MUST MOVE OFF OF THE COUCH. damn it.

is there a rule...

that there is a sheryl crowe song in every diane lane movie? is there?

behold the awesome-ness of this movie!

SO glad we found this on the retroplex channel!

yes, i'm up late. why? probably because around 4 p.m. i thought it'd be a good idea to take a nap. and this nap went until 10 p.m.

it's gonna be a long night.

okay, THIS guy should be microwaved.

BASTARDO.