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Archive for the month “May, 2010”


So Puppyface, Lord Puppington, Senor Puppyface, also known as Russia, is getting neutered today. As in I just dropped him off and he watched me walk away from him as he whined in panic and confusion. And probably hunger since my boy hasn’t eaten since breakfast yesterday. He likes his food.

I know I’m doing the right thing. It increases his life span by two to three years, gets rid of a bunch of possible diseases, and will make him a happier dog overall. I can tell because he’ll want to snuggle with us, get up on the couch and then realize that he hasn’t surveyed his territory in the last thirty seconds and he’ll have to get down to go make sure everything is still his. But it cuts into his snuggle time, which he loves.

But I’m also worried. It’s surgery. A routine, simple one, but still surgery. He’s prone to having expensive issues.

So basically, everyone cross your fingers that things go well. And that he doesn’t throw up his first meal, because that would REALLY upset him. Until he ate it again. Gross, dude.

He's such a meatball!

Russia's first morning with us.

He's so silly!

My not so tiny puppy now.

Update: Russia is out of surgery and back home. He’s doing pretty darn well. He hates the collar, but he certainly needs it because he already tried to chew there. Now we just need to get through the healing process without him ripping something open, haha!


I share it with a serial killer and video game.

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY! And payday, so that’s good too. Obviously I view this as a national holiday. Not only because it’s my birthday, but because birthdays rock over all.

So far I have had a very nice one. Cinnamon rolls for breakfast, cards and cake from my coworkers, flowers and a balloon from The Boyfriend’s mom… yeah, good day. We’re going out to dinner so I don’t have to clean up and then MORE CAKE!

My cake at work even had little plastic animals on it. As my mother said, clearly these people know me.

So anyway… have a wonderful day today. Because today is AlexMac Day and I decree that all must have a sparkly good time. Or at least try, dammit.

Car Peeves

Okay, people, when you are riding in someone else’s car, do you fiddle with their radio? Their air conditioning settings? The change they have in their dash?

No. You fucking don’t.

Okay, maybe you do, and if you do, I apologize, but I’m probably going to have to stab you at some point. Ask my Lil’Sis.

I fully understand that my intense dislike of people toying with settings in my car probably stems from my… well, flaw*. I’m possessive. Don’t touch my shit without asking, and even then… we’ll talk. If I like you. Maybe.

So take this rather healthy trait of mine and add people riding in my car. Mentally ill people who have a tendency to fidget and touch things and no idea of basic niceties of public interaction**. They adjust my settings CONSTANTLY and I’m supposed to be the mature, model-like person, so slapping their hands would probably get me fired. So instead I just sit there and fume.

I even tell them “If it’s too hot or cold, let me know, we can put a window down or mess with the heating.” It’s not like I’m never going to let them do anything. They can adjust their seat however they want! But when my radio is on, don’t change the channel, and if it’s off… leave it that way. Just. Ask.

Sorry, had to get that off my chest before I drove into oncoming traffic, screaming at my terrified passenger for turning the air conditioner on.

Which one of us is the mentally ill person again?

*Flaw? As in single? I only have one? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
** Some of them. For some things. I generalize. Shut up.


Tragic news, readers! Because The Boyfriend and I are trying super hard (okay, only kinda hard) not to be Fat Kids, we did not shove all twenty four of the delicious Paula Dean cupcakes in our faces the first night. We had a cupcake a night. Occasionally two.

THIS TOTALLY BACKFIRED!!! I had to throw away FOUR cupcakes because of mold. Fucking four cupcakes GONE! And not in the delicious, acceptable way. In the trash!

So what did we learn? Only make twelve cupcakes because then they’ll be normal sized (Paula Dean’s mix does not rise as much because you beat the hell out of it to get it so smooth. She tells you to!) and eat them faster. Maybe not all in the first night. Maybe. But definitely within the week.


May, Muffins, and More M Words

Oh. Hello, May. You came along rather suddenly. Not that I mind. You happen to be one of my favorite months. Why, yes, it IS because my birthday happens in May. You’re such a clever, intelligent, and attractive month. Just like everyone born in you.

Except for you, Jeffery Dahmer.

So the past week was interesting weather-wise. It snowed Monday and Tuesday and then by Saturday and Sunday it was so damn hot that when I was walking the dogs, I was sweating, Gross sticky humidity on Sunday. But good lord, am I enjoying the warmth. I adore seasons and right now I am so ready for the warmth of Spring/Summer.

I also bought two adorable chubby calico goldfish for my office. They are Alfred and Moe and they definitely brighten up the place and make me all sorts of cheerful.

In other news… I got nothing. I did recently discover that Paula Dean is making a cake mix and sweet LORD is it good. Mmmm, so fluffy. I also bought her blueberry muffin mix and will be trying that soon. There are few things that can make a morning better than fresh baked blueberry muffins for breakfast.

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