Ta-ta

Off to NYC to celebrate 5 years with the spousal unit. See you all next week!

Ponder this

The spousal unit is going to see Tool tonight. In looking at their website I saw that they played in Utah last night.

This really had me perplexed. Utah - land of Mormons and polygamy. How in the world are enough Tool fans rounded up to fill a concert venue there? And if so, what does a Mormon Tool fan look like?

For your enjoyment, pics of a few famous Mormons. Take a guess: Tool fan, or no?




Here I'm referring to Jon Heder the actor, not Napoleon Dynamite the character.




Yes, I read little Ricky Schroder converted recently. Guess that Silver Spoon belongs to the Church now.

A bit too much....

I've been pushing my poor liver harder than usual lately.

Thursday I met the spousal unit at Applebee's prior to our softball game to have a beer and split an appetizer. This proved to be useful for our double-header, both games of which we won. After the games we joined our teammates at C.B. & Potts for a few more brewskis. A team member tried to engage me in a wager over whether another teammate could engage in, er, relations with someone and insert a certain opposable digit into a particular orifice. I scoffed at his offer as no valid proof of such an action would be available.

Friday I felt like hell at work, and was limited to watching The Family Stone that evening with the spousal unit while eating takeout from the Black Eyed Pea and nursing a glass of red wine. Though I like many of the actors in the movie, there was just too much going on and I couldn't rouse myself to care much about any one character.

Saturday we played 18 holes of golf, fueled by a delay under the lightning shelter along with the beer cart. Post golf we met a friend for a quick drink, then headed home to change for a BBQ we'd been invited to. All these activities resulted in copious amounts of beer being consumed. So yesterday I felt like hell too. I think I'm getting to old for this.

Grrr

I've lost 2 great posts in the past week when hitting the Publish Post button. Publish means publish, not wipeout!!!!

Kooks update

Well, the restaurant owner in India has come to his senses. I didn't realize that the swastika is originally a Hindu symbol for luck. Who would have guessed that the Nazis would have adopted their party insignia from such a non-Aryan culture?

Here are some links to bad things:

Paris Hilton's singing - sucks (according to prettyrandomthoughts).

Lindsay Lohan's interviewing skills - blow (apparently so does Lindsay - click here to experience the trainwreck in its entirety).

Snakes on a Plane - stinks (so I've read).

And for a non-bad thing:
I can't wait for the next season of Curb Your Enthusiasm. Larry David rules!

Ghetto Poo

We had a recurrence of the Camp Nazi over the weekend. The ranger drove by the campsite in the morning and informed us we have to leash the kerpupples. Apparently they used to let it slide but got too many complaints. Personally, I think people have gotten far too uptight.

So for a time, we tied the kerpupples up by tying a rope between two trees, threaded through their leash handles. Well, Ripley saw a chipmunk off in the distance and shot off after it. I expected her to experience a serious dose of whiplash, but instead her collar broke. Not wanting to leave her collarless, we made a makeshift collar by running a piece of rope through the tag holder of her broken collar.


Here she is. Ain't she ghetto?

I tried to replace the collar with a pretty pink one today (with a metal fastener that won't break like the last one did), but the one I bought was too large (she's not as fat as I thought she was) so I need to exchange it. So she gets to be Ghetto Poo a bit longer.

Kooks

Check out these kids' pajamas. There are some serious religious freaks out there. Why in the world would you try to brainwash your child this way?

And some genius in India decided it would be a good idea to open a Hitler themed restaurant. One celeb attending the restaurant found the photos "amusing". And the article makes Hitler sound like a caring, family-oriented sort. How soon we forget, as can also be illustrated by most European countries' lack of support for Israel.

Camping geek

So the kerpupples are taking the spousal unit and I camping this weekend. SU is an uber camping geek. Every time we go he comes up with several new must-haves for the upcoming trip. This time he ran out to get us some headlamps. Now, don't get me wrong - I realize how superhandy headlamps are. But let's face it - you look like a dork wearing one. So I've given the spousal unit crap about buying one for me (though it's all in fun - fashion is really of no concern when camping). And now he's tickled pink with his new toy. He wore it around the house all day on Sunday, prompting curses from me every time he shined i t in my face. And yesterday the kerpupples took us for a walk at dusk, so the headlamp came along too.

Ripley's hips are back to normal, for her. SU has discovered a place where we can take her swimming in a pool for exercise therapy. I think we'll all love it.

Hot tootsies

Just needed to share the pics of the two gorgeous pairs of shoes I'm awaiting from Bluefly.





I believe that the Manolo, he would approve.

Hurty Poo

Yesterday the dogs went on a long jaunt while the spousal unit and I were at work. I sheepishly admitted to the spousal unit when he called me after arriving home first and finding them gone that I may have left the gate unlatched when administering weed killer to the lawn in the backyard over the weekend (lawn care blows - I can't relate at all to those nutjobs who get so into it).


Shortly after, Ripley let out a bark at the front door (we call this the Poo Signal). The spousal unit opened the door to see two tired, filthy, stinking dogs wanting to come inside. I have no doubt they'd been mucking through some swampy puddles I'd called Ripley away from on a walk last Friday. He thought they'd been stalking in the field across from our house until they saw his truck.

Well, they must have had quite an adventure indeed. Ripley has hip dysplasia but it generally doesn't bother her much. But last night she had a terrible bunny-hop gait, and I had to carry her upstairs when we went to bed. This morning she made it upstairs on her own, moving very slowly and clearly in pain. So we need to start up the regimen of buffered aspirin and glucosamine/chondroitin.

I hope this isn't the start of a decline. We love our poo!