I had two comments on my last post. I haven't gotten a comment in ages, so I was moved to look at my reader stats to see if anyone had searched on "Dog butt" or "itchy butt" and found my blog by accident. That does not seem to be the case. Nonetheless, I welcome all readers with itchy butted dogs!
The update is that the home cooked diet is not helping, even though I switched to London Broil. I know it can't make that much of a difference in only a few weeks, but what I did find is that the home cooked diet is a pain in my ass. Also, I spoke to the vet, and they are really not advocates of home cooked diets except in extreme cases of older dogs who can't tolerate anything else. So I'm switching to perscription venison.
Who the hell knows, right? Maybe my dog needs anti anxiety meds and grilled cheese? That sounds like an excellent meal to me!
In other news, I'm on a diet too, just like my dog, except that I do not have an itchy butt. Anymore. I lost 2.6 pounds in the last week. Only 48 to go! I'm a little bit obsessed with how many calories are in everything, but I did eat pizza last night and I didn't worry about it. It felt so good to just eat with my mouth and feel sated, and drink wine. God I love eating and drinking. They're my favorite. I would rather eat and drink than do anything else. But today I'm back on the wagon.
This post is not funny at all. Not every one is a winner, I guess, but I did want to say hello to those two commenters, and encourage anyone else out there to comment. All you russians looking for porn that show up on my stats all the time, say hello!
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
I've Become on of Those People
So, my dog. He's the itchiest little guy you ever met. His little butt is completely raw from dragging it on the carpet, and I don't even want to think about the microbes living in the carpet now. Ew.
I've tried everything. I spent a fortune having him allergy tested, and he's not allergic to anything. I've changed his diet, put him on expensive prescription food, and nothing helps. So yesterday, I took the plunge: He is now on what is called a Home Cooked Diet. I poached him some skinless chicken breasts and thighs, baked him a potato, and steamed him some carrots, and that's now his food for the next week. No salt, no additives, just a little fish oil for his skin.
I had a colleague years ago who used to boil a chicken once a week for her dog and I thought she was crazy. Who would do this? Its a dog, for pete's sake! But here I am, boiling chicken for my dog. And it was organic, too. I like supporting that kind of agriculture, but I have to admit I feel really stupid buying my precious pooch organic chicken and potatoes. He can't believe his luck. Although, he would be happy with a bowl of treats from the litter box. He's not very discerning.
He's really lucky he's so cute.
I've tried everything. I spent a fortune having him allergy tested, and he's not allergic to anything. I've changed his diet, put him on expensive prescription food, and nothing helps. So yesterday, I took the plunge: He is now on what is called a Home Cooked Diet. I poached him some skinless chicken breasts and thighs, baked him a potato, and steamed him some carrots, and that's now his food for the next week. No salt, no additives, just a little fish oil for his skin.
I had a colleague years ago who used to boil a chicken once a week for her dog and I thought she was crazy. Who would do this? Its a dog, for pete's sake! But here I am, boiling chicken for my dog. And it was organic, too. I like supporting that kind of agriculture, but I have to admit I feel really stupid buying my precious pooch organic chicken and potatoes. He can't believe his luck. Although, he would be happy with a bowl of treats from the litter box. He's not very discerning.
He's really lucky he's so cute.
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Ricard Mantalban is a Liar
My creative energies have really been going elsewhere, and this blog is so neglected! Sorry faithful readers, if there are any of you left out there.
School has been awesome. I love it. I do not mind the 87 mile round trip, and all I want to do today is homework, but I have to grocery shop. I can't wait until Leila has a drivers license and I can send her to the Safeway. I hate that place. It saps my chi.
Yesterday I learned all about leather in my materials class. Interesting, but it did put me off leather a little bit. When you really think about the fact that its animal skin, and that they peel it in two, its just kind of gross. Like Silence of the Lambs. At the break, I showed my age by asking my teacher what "Fine Corinthian Leather" was. He did not know, and assumed it was leather from Corinth. Oddly, there is a wikipedia entry for Corinthian leather, even mentioning Ricardo Mantalban (if you're even 10 years younger than I, you wont know what the hell I'm talking about) and it says that "Fine Corinthian Leather" was a marketing name made up by ad advertising agency for Lincoln luxury cars, and that the leather on the seats is actually from New Jersey. How's that for taking the romance out of your Lincoln? Ricardo Mantalban: Made of Lies.
Part of the homework that I will do today is to go through magazines and cut stuff out. I've been hoarding design magazines, and just subscribed to about 50 of them. I hope I don't burn out on this. I should really pace myself. It would be really ugly to OD on Veranda and Elle Decor. All those paper cuts.
School has been awesome. I love it. I do not mind the 87 mile round trip, and all I want to do today is homework, but I have to grocery shop. I can't wait until Leila has a drivers license and I can send her to the Safeway. I hate that place. It saps my chi.
Yesterday I learned all about leather in my materials class. Interesting, but it did put me off leather a little bit. When you really think about the fact that its animal skin, and that they peel it in two, its just kind of gross. Like Silence of the Lambs. At the break, I showed my age by asking my teacher what "Fine Corinthian Leather" was. He did not know, and assumed it was leather from Corinth. Oddly, there is a wikipedia entry for Corinthian leather, even mentioning Ricardo Mantalban (if you're even 10 years younger than I, you wont know what the hell I'm talking about) and it says that "Fine Corinthian Leather" was a marketing name made up by ad advertising agency for Lincoln luxury cars, and that the leather on the seats is actually from New Jersey. How's that for taking the romance out of your Lincoln? Ricardo Mantalban: Made of Lies.
Part of the homework that I will do today is to go through magazines and cut stuff out. I've been hoarding design magazines, and just subscribed to about 50 of them. I hope I don't burn out on this. I should really pace myself. It would be really ugly to OD on Veranda and Elle Decor. All those paper cuts.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Pink Mildew Redux
What I really want to do today is my homework. I want to type up my class notes (per the teacher's instruction, she's a little anal) and read my text book. But I have work to do today, and a messy house, and my allergies are acting up, so instead of doing what I need to do OR what I want to do, I'll write to you.
I love school. It feels almost frivolous to spend 2 hours talking about masonry, and rip pages out of magazines and scour Pinterest. Its also nice to be out of my house for an entire day. I know that sounds weird to people who are a lot busier than I am, but its true.
I got new white towels for Christmas, part of my goal of making my home a little more like a hotel and a little less like a garbage dump, and the bright white of the towels points out how dingy all the other white in my bathroom is. Walls, tiles, grout, yuck. I need to do some serious cleaning in there.
WAIT! I have to tell you something! Since the inception of this blog, I've complained about the pink mildew in the shower, and how its relentless and haunts me, and is impossible to conquer. Well, I have conquered it! Here's what you do. You get one of these (mine is not as fancy):
And you fill it with water and a few drops of dish soap. You leave it in the shower, and while you're in there, you do a little scrubbin'. It totally works! I also learned that you're not supposed to use vinegar on your grout, which I have been doing for years, and now my grout looks awful. I've actually tried to regrout it, and I discovered that I hate grouting more than almost anything. Thank you, Pinterest, for educating me on these household secrets.
I love school. It feels almost frivolous to spend 2 hours talking about masonry, and rip pages out of magazines and scour Pinterest. Its also nice to be out of my house for an entire day. I know that sounds weird to people who are a lot busier than I am, but its true.
I got new white towels for Christmas, part of my goal of making my home a little more like a hotel and a little less like a garbage dump, and the bright white of the towels points out how dingy all the other white in my bathroom is. Walls, tiles, grout, yuck. I need to do some serious cleaning in there.
WAIT! I have to tell you something! Since the inception of this blog, I've complained about the pink mildew in the shower, and how its relentless and haunts me, and is impossible to conquer. Well, I have conquered it! Here's what you do. You get one of these (mine is not as fancy):
Tuesday, January 14, 2014
School!!
I had my first day of school yesterday, and this is what happened:
It was awesome!
First of all, how fun are college campuses? I picked up my class materials at the bookstore, I got my student ID, and consulted my campus map, it was so exciting! I was not the oldest person there, but almost, and I could have gotten a free copy of the New Testament if I had wanted to. A guy with a beard was just handing them out! For free!
Then I went to my first class, Intro to Interior Design, and check it out: Part of our homework is to visit model homes and answer worksheet questions about them. I also have to read three extra materials of my choosing, like a design book OR articles in design magazines, or watch a show on HGTV and write a summary. Hello: I get college credit for watching TV and reading magazines? Score!
My table had two other middle aged mom types like me, so I'm not alone. The professor looks like a kindly grandma, but she's a little spitfire.
I drove 87 miles round trip, and was so jazzed that I drove extra miles into the city to buy this cool messenger bag, and then to Staples for my supplies. I bought binders and tabs, and a notebook and tape flags, and then Leila suckered my in to getting her a scotch tape dispenser in the shape of a dog. Total, I drove 130 miles..
And you know what? I get to go back to school tomorrow, and I get to take an additional class (lighting and materials)
School is so awesome. I'm gonna go rock some homework!
It was awesome!
First of all, how fun are college campuses? I picked up my class materials at the bookstore, I got my student ID, and consulted my campus map, it was so exciting! I was not the oldest person there, but almost, and I could have gotten a free copy of the New Testament if I had wanted to. A guy with a beard was just handing them out! For free!
Then I went to my first class, Intro to Interior Design, and check it out: Part of our homework is to visit model homes and answer worksheet questions about them. I also have to read three extra materials of my choosing, like a design book OR articles in design magazines, or watch a show on HGTV and write a summary. Hello: I get college credit for watching TV and reading magazines? Score!
My table had two other middle aged mom types like me, so I'm not alone. The professor looks like a kindly grandma, but she's a little spitfire.
I drove 87 miles round trip, and was so jazzed that I drove extra miles into the city to buy this cool messenger bag, and then to Staples for my supplies. I bought binders and tabs, and a notebook and tape flags, and then Leila suckered my in to getting her a scotch tape dispenser in the shape of a dog. Total, I drove 130 miles..
And you know what? I get to go back to school tomorrow, and I get to take an additional class (lighting and materials)
School is so awesome. I'm gonna go rock some homework!
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
You Have to Laugh
For the last few mornings I've actually been awake. This is a good thing! Rather than sleeping hard until 10 a.m. I woke up at my regular time, and felt energized and awake. That hasn't happened in a long long time. So there's that.
I thought I'd tell you about a day I had recently that can only go in the You Have to Laugh file. Okay here goes:
Leila had a cold for a few days. She lived to tell the tale. One morning when she was all better, I heard on Pandora that Whole Foods was selling lobster tails two for $10. I had just seen an episode of Barefoot Contessa where she made a seafood gratin, and even though it looked amazing, I knew I'd never make it because it has lobster. So this was my day! I went to Whole foods and got all the stuff, even the saffron. By the time I left the store, I knew I had the cold. I felt awful, and in spite of my plan to make this gratin, I knew I would have to go to bed. I decided to head home over the hill to avoid the pre-Christmas traffic. I'm driving down the hill toward my house, and I got pulled over by a motorcycle cop. He apparently had been following me for some time, and I was so spaced out I didn't even notice. He clocked me going 38 in a 25. I didn't even have the strength to whine and beg and show cleavage. I just let him give me the ticket and proceeded on my way.
All I wanted to do was go to bed. I got home with my lobster and my speeding ticket, and found the cardboard and foil remnants of one of those dark chocolate oranges. It had been hidden in my closet, ready to put in Rob's stocking. The culprit: The dog. He was so happy I was home. He's always happy. I called the vet and had to bring him right over because he ate the whole damn thing and it was a fatal dose of chocolate for a dog his size. He had to stay at the vet all day, and then later I had to pick him up and take him to the pet emergency place so he could spend the night and be observed. He was one of three chocolate dogs. Apparently, he puked up entire un-chewed wedges of chocolate orange, but then wagged his tail and was just so happy to have the vet's attention. He loves everyone, all the time, even when they're inducing vomiting and force feeding him charcoal.
This was about a 5 hour ordeal for me, and still, all I wanted to do was go to bed. I ended up being sick for 10 days with a stupid virus, I missed parts of Christmas, and I was sure I had pneumonia (but I didn't.) The dog cost us about $700, and then a week later cost us another $300 because he injured himself springing off the couch. If you're keeping track, that $1000 on an 11 lb dog. During Christmas, the most expensive time of the year. And I haven't even tackled the ticket yet...
You have to laugh.
I thought I'd tell you about a day I had recently that can only go in the You Have to Laugh file. Okay here goes:
Leila had a cold for a few days. She lived to tell the tale. One morning when she was all better, I heard on Pandora that Whole Foods was selling lobster tails two for $10. I had just seen an episode of Barefoot Contessa where she made a seafood gratin, and even though it looked amazing, I knew I'd never make it because it has lobster. So this was my day! I went to Whole foods and got all the stuff, even the saffron. By the time I left the store, I knew I had the cold. I felt awful, and in spite of my plan to make this gratin, I knew I would have to go to bed. I decided to head home over the hill to avoid the pre-Christmas traffic. I'm driving down the hill toward my house, and I got pulled over by a motorcycle cop. He apparently had been following me for some time, and I was so spaced out I didn't even notice. He clocked me going 38 in a 25. I didn't even have the strength to whine and beg and show cleavage. I just let him give me the ticket and proceeded on my way.
All I wanted to do was go to bed. I got home with my lobster and my speeding ticket, and found the cardboard and foil remnants of one of those dark chocolate oranges. It had been hidden in my closet, ready to put in Rob's stocking. The culprit: The dog. He was so happy I was home. He's always happy. I called the vet and had to bring him right over because he ate the whole damn thing and it was a fatal dose of chocolate for a dog his size. He had to stay at the vet all day, and then later I had to pick him up and take him to the pet emergency place so he could spend the night and be observed. He was one of three chocolate dogs. Apparently, he puked up entire un-chewed wedges of chocolate orange, but then wagged his tail and was just so happy to have the vet's attention. He loves everyone, all the time, even when they're inducing vomiting and force feeding him charcoal.
This was about a 5 hour ordeal for me, and still, all I wanted to do was go to bed. I ended up being sick for 10 days with a stupid virus, I missed parts of Christmas, and I was sure I had pneumonia (but I didn't.) The dog cost us about $700, and then a week later cost us another $300 because he injured himself springing off the couch. If you're keeping track, that $1000 on an 11 lb dog. During Christmas, the most expensive time of the year. And I haven't even tackled the ticket yet...
You have to laugh.
Friday, January 3, 2014
I'm Back?
I've told you that I haven't been writing, or reading, or doing any one thing at a time for a few months now, but I want to rededicate myself to writing this blog. Its given me a lot over the years, and it seems a shame to just let it go. Please bear with me while I meander through topics, and walk away from writing mid-paragraph, go on whip-lash tangents and lament my lack of focus. Hopefully I can be at least a little funny in between.
This has been a very odd year. I told you about my medications (that I am currently - and successfully - weening off of) but I also think that my addiction to Pinterest, Law and Order SVU and solitaire on my phone are contributing to my jitteriness. So I'm going to be a little more disciplined about those things. I'm going to have to because...
I'm starting school in a week! Yes, its true. I'm taking interior design classes at a community college very far away. The one three miles from my house doesn't offer any interior design classes, and the programs in San Francisco require you to be a millionaire before your register for classes. So I'm dragging my ass a gazillion miles from home twice a week for Intro to Interior Design, and Lighting and Materials. I'm very excited.
I've been doing design consulting for free, but its time for me to make some $ at it. I made $17.44 off this blog in 2013, and I'd like to clear at least 20 bucks in 2014. I've been perusing my 100 lb textbook and trying decide what I will need for school. Rob says I'll need a spiral notebook and a pen. I think I might need a goatee and a jaunty scarf.
This has been a very odd year. I told you about my medications (that I am currently - and successfully - weening off of) but I also think that my addiction to Pinterest, Law and Order SVU and solitaire on my phone are contributing to my jitteriness. So I'm going to be a little more disciplined about those things. I'm going to have to because...
I'm starting school in a week! Yes, its true. I'm taking interior design classes at a community college very far away. The one three miles from my house doesn't offer any interior design classes, and the programs in San Francisco require you to be a millionaire before your register for classes. So I'm dragging my ass a gazillion miles from home twice a week for Intro to Interior Design, and Lighting and Materials. I'm very excited.
I've been doing design consulting for free, but its time for me to make some $ at it. I made $17.44 off this blog in 2013, and I'd like to clear at least 20 bucks in 2014. I've been perusing my 100 lb textbook and trying decide what I will need for school. Rob says I'll need a spiral notebook and a pen. I think I might need a goatee and a jaunty scarf.
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