Does this blog even exist anymore?

June 4th, 2009

“What the hell? You need to update your blog!”

Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.

“Why haven’t you updated your blog?”

I’m busy. Or maybe I don’t wanna. Or maybe you should suck it.

What’s new, everyone? I have not updated this blog in a while, I know. It’s not because I have not had anything to talk about. In fact, I wish I could talk about everything going on, all the time, to anyone who would listen.  Sure, there’s a lot of good stuff going on.

1) I got a job!

It’s an office job and I like it, and I will leave it at that because it’s going well and I don’t want to jinx it by talking about it on the interwebs.

2) I got a new car!

Jack Bauer is gone, and a new dark blue CR-V has replaced him. I have not named this one yet, but I am considering “Chloe”.

3) Our friends got married!

Congratulations to Amber and Shawn, and Trish and Dave!

4) Moe’s started bacon as a topping to burritos!

Enough said!

But, there are things that aren’t so good. My mother is still living with us, and we’re going through a very difficult situation now. I have wrestled about sharing this with the 5-6 people who read this blog (probably less now since it’s been so long since I updated). No matter what, I know that there will be people out there who read what I have to write and think poorly of me. I’m not ready to subject myself to that. All I will say for now is that the past three months have truly changed the relationship I have with my mother, and not for the better. I am scared about the future, and what will happen when she leaves our house. I am angry, and deeply hurt from the things that have happened. I wish this was not happening.

Anyway. I know what you people really want to know about.

Look at that big boy! Stanley recently celebrated his first birthday. As is tradition, he celebrated by running around the yard a lot, spreading slobber everywhere, decapitating a toy and trying to jump on the sofa. Which is how I celebrate every birthday.

In closing, I will try to get back in the habit of updating this again. My Facebook and Twitter pages have also been neglected - I haven’t harassed Cesar Milan in a long time, and that must be fixed immediately. What’s new with everyone else?

DAMN YOU TYRA BANKS

April 8th, 2009

Tyra Banks, you evil succubus. You made Clay Aiken a guest judge on tonight’s episode. I bet you gave me a migraine too because you know that my only cure is incredibly crappy TV. AND WHAT’S CRAPPIER THAN CLAY AIKEN GIVING EIGHT STARVING IDIOTS ACTING LESSONS?

I may not have a migraine now, but I think I just had a stroke. A FIERCE STROKE.

A long list of things I don’t want to blog about.

March 30th, 2009

I don’t want to blog about what has happened in the past two weeks.

I don’t want to blog about my mom getting sick, contracting MRSA, and needing a large chunk of her abdomen wall sliced out.

I don’t want to blog about how she is staying with us while she recovers, and that I am fixing her house while she is here.

I don’t want to blog about the cat we had to put to sleep (it’s not Fred).

I don’t want to blog about… stuff I am not comfortable sharing online.

I don’t want to blog about how a wonderful person I knew and worked with for 6 years just unexpectedly passed away two days ago from a heart attack (she was my age).

I don’t want to blog about being stressed.

I don’t want to blog about how I am so behind in 24 updates that it’s not even funny.

What I DO want to blog about is that today, I met an eye doctor who likes to kill dreams.

Long story short, I got some dirt in my eye yesterday that scratched it all to heck. I’m wearing my glasses that have an outdated prescription, and I can’t see shit. This morning, I get an early appointment with an eye doctor - not my usual one, but someone at the same practice.

He confirms that my eye is scratched, and gives me some antibiotic drops. I ask him, “will I need an eyepatch?”

Please, oh please, let me have an eye patch.

“No, no need for an eye patch.”

“Can I have one anyway?”

“No.”

Dude.

I’ve been unemployed for over four months. And without therapy for over four months. Additionally, I am spending every spare once of time taking care of someone or something and it is exhausting me. Now I have a big ol’ divot in my eyeball and I am TRYING to find the silver lining by thinking about how I could have fun pretending to be a pirate with my eye patch. If there was EVER a time that I needed some levity, it is NOW, DAMNIT.

(This is exactly what I said to him… a complete stranger.)

“Well, I’m afraid those eye patches are for those who really need them.”

He wrote me a prescription, gave me a brochure for “What You Need To Know About LASIK!” since I am blind as a bat, and sent me home.

Pirate bigotry… it’s alive and well in Charlotte, NC.

Tonight, on Animal Planet

March 16th, 2009

The intrepid hunter Fred encounters a being he has never seen up close before… a human baby.

He wonders, what is this creature? Is it staying here or visiting? Will it annoy me, like the dog does? Will it steal my catnip toys? Let me get a closer look.

It’s so still, he remarks. Perhaps a statue? He tiptoes in to investigate.

Egads! It moves! It lives! Fred, unsure of this creature’s status of friend or foe, slowly backs away. He lives to lick his belly another day.

(These pics are from Amber’s bridal shower, which was at the House of Garrett this past Saturday. Fred was unusually social, but his reaction to Amber’s friend’s baby was hysterical. He backed up all the way up the stairs and hid up there for a while.)

TMI Tuesday

March 10th, 2009

I was going to do a 24 Recap, but I remembered that I did not see last night’s yet, and I’d rather do this week and last week together. So here’s something fun - let’s play TMI Tuesday!

For those of you who don’t know what TMI means (hi Mom), it means Too Much Information. So let’s reveal too much information about ourselves today.

I’ll start with a few items, and you follow in the comments with at least one. THE FUN MUST FLOW!

- Three of my teeth are fake!

- I have no feeling in three of my toes!

- I grind my teeth and steal the blankets every night in bed. Lucky Erik!

Something I like to do in my spare time

March 9th, 2009

Using Stanley’s quirks to annoy the Dog Whisperer on Twitter.

Jan 27th - me: If the Dog Whisperer guy is so fucking special, he’d be able to teach my dog to go down to Starbucks and bring me a double espresso.

(on this date, @cesarmillan started following my twitter feed.)

Jan 28th - me: @cesarmillan I see you are following me on Twitter. How can I get my dog to stop eating his poop, the cat’s poop, random rabbit poop?

Feb 4th - me: @cesarmillan you never answered my question about my poop-eating dog! Is there a poop whisperer out there?

March 3rd - me: @cesarmillan - my dog’s diet hasn’t changed, but his farts smell like poop and old eggs instead of just poop. Advice please!

March 4th - me: @cesarmillan - the dog just barked like crazy at the kids next door. Do I scold him for being rude, or praise him for IDing future felons?

March 9th - me: @cesarmillan - my dog just farted so loud that he woke himself up and started barking at the noise. Should I feel bad for laughing at this?

He has yet to answer me. Stanley continues to fart.

The other night, at the House of Garrett

March 2nd, 2009

(Erik is in the kitchen, I am in the family room)

Erik, incredulous: What is this?!

Karen: Bacon-flavored jelly beans. Trish got them for me in San Diego. They don’t actually taste like bacon. (It’s true - the taste is pure smoke followed by the taste of an original flavor Sucrets. Actually, the whole thing tastes like a menthol cigarette. How anyone thought that tasted like bacon is beyond me.)

Erik: This is ridiculous!

Karen: I know, it’s just like a joke gift.

Erik: No, I mean your thing with bacon. Our friends are starting to give you bacon gag gifts! This has got to stop!

Karen: Ok…

Erik: I mean it. I don’t want you to be known as the Bacon Lady!

Karen: You mean, you don’t want to be known as Mr. Bacon Lady.

Erik: EXACTLY. It’s just silly! You need to lay off the bacon!

Karen: OK.

(Please note that I had already decided to take a “bacon break” the week before, because I’m getting a fat butt.)

(And because my new obsession is NUTELLA!)

The Past Few Weeks in 24

February 27th, 2009

Let’s just do a big update to catch up on the last 3 episodes, shall we?

Dubaku had to cancel plans with his girlfriend, saying “Sorry baby, I’m holding the President’s husband as a hostage to force the President to stop invading my country to overthrow my mercinary regime HELD UP AT WORK.” Girlfriend’s sister says “something’s not right about him! He’s bad news!” and she confronts Dubaku to tell him “If I weren’t tragically in this wheelchair, I would beat your shifty ass, so leave my sister alone!”

Matobo is delivered safely to the White House, where he tells President Taylor that she can totally trust the people who saved him - a man under investigation for torture WHO WON’T YELL DAMNIT LIKE I NEED HIM TO, a gentleman who looks like Doogie Howser’s grandpa, a zombie, and a potato face/stay at home mom. Oh and some whiny agent named Not Karen. But since the President doesn’t know who she can trust in her now compromised regime, it’s better than nothing. Jack and Not Karen go to save the President’s husband. First they need to go kill the floppy-haired Secret Service dude and pretend to kill his baby. Not Karen is going to be all angst-y about this for the new few episodes. NO ONE ASKED YOU TO BE HERE, NOT KAREN. Suck it up, buttercup! Anyway, they go to rescue President’s husband from Dubaku’s men. There’s a shootout, Dubaku escapes, all of the men are dead, President’s husband gets shot OH NOES. End of episode, tick tock tick tock.

President’s husband goes to the hospital where he will be in surgery for a few hours. President Taylor goes to the hospital for a bit, and makes Bill/Doogie Sr. her new head of security or whatever. She asks him to have her estranged daughter brought to her, by “someone Bill can trust.” That man is AARON PIERCE, HECK YAH!!! What’s up, Red Delicious?

Dubaku asks his girlfriend to leave the country with him, telling her he has to leave because “oh, my visa expired, INS is on the way!” She agrees and goes home to pack, and BAM Jack and Not Karen bust in. They confront her about who Dubaku really is and tell her all about the magical mythical country of Sangala. She agrees to put a tracking device on her phone and go meet Dubaku so that Jack and Not Karen can capture him. Girlfriend’s sister tells Not Karen “PLEASE TAKE CARE OF MY SISTER” which means she’s totally gonna die.

Jack and Not Karen get the help of Chloe (working at FBI now - so good to see her working at a desk and not in some random cave. Within 30 seconds of arrival, she gives Janeane the stink-eye and insults Moss. WELCOME HOME POTATO FACE!) to track Girlfriend. But they get stopped on the way because the mole in the FBI (who of course turned out to be that creepy dude who pretended to be Moss in order to land his wife’s plane, and the blonde chick he is having an affair with) issues federal warrants to arrest Jack and Not Karen. Also: Janeane calls Creepy Dude a little bitch, awesomely. That’s his name from now on.  Tick tock, tick tock.

Dubaku gets tipped off about his girlfriend from some suit dude who is working in the government and helping Dubaku escape. When his girlfriend arrives, Dubaku confronts her, smashes her phone and tells her “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.” Also, he wants her to come with him still. Girlfriend, believing Jack and Not Karen and hot on the trail, agrees.

Jack and Not Karen are finally released from police custody when Moss tells the cops that the federal warrants was a fake. Chloe uses traffic cameras to track Girlfriend, and they follow her. But Girlfriend grabs the wheel from Dubaku and the car crashes. WELL, THAT WAS STUPID. Dubaku, nearly dead, tells Jack that he has evidence ON HIM, but Jack Bauer hears “IN HIM” and naturally forces an EMT to slice him open and retrieve a memory card from his rib cage. Girlfriend is dead, and Not Karen feels super bad about it. At the hospital, Girlfriend’s sister tells Not Karen “YOU SUCK AT PROTECTING MY SISTER!” Not Karen agrees and suddenly pulls out this giant guilt trip on Jack, like SHE wasn’t sticking a gun in some dude’s wound tract a few hours ago under her own accord.

With the memory card at the FBI, Little Bitch and Blondie realize that their names are on that card, and they need to stop Chloe and Moss from reading it. The solution? Crash the entire FBI computer system. As soon as they do that, Little Bitch shoots Blondie, then himself (in the arm), and tells Moss and Chloe that he stopped her and she was the ONLY mole in the room. Too bad for him that Chloe is awesome and retrieves the data, and Little Bitch is arrested.

Bill tells President Taylor that “It’s over!” and everything was a success and PS please pardon Jack Bauer. Jack Bauer is reflecting on the day when Zombie Tony comes up to him and tells him “The show is not called ‘11′”. There’s totally going to be another high profile attack in DC, this time from Dubaku’s boss, General Juma. It’s CANDYMAN, BITCHES! He’s in DC because someone looked in the mirror and said his name five times.

The suit that Dubaku was talking to earlier is revealed to be the aide to the Senator who was in charge of the hearing that Jack Bauer was at this morning. It’s time for them to go to the White House! The suit looks really worried, so either he thinks the President herself will arrest him, or the White House is the next target. Tick tock, tick tock.

YOU GUYS ARE JERKS

February 24th, 2009

WHO KNEW THAT TODAY WAS FREE PANCAKE DAY AT IHOP AND DID NOT TELL ME? WORST DAY EVER!

Karen’s protest

February 23rd, 2009

You know why I have not updated “This week in 24″? Because my favorite Jack Bauer character trait is missing this season. And it upsets me. He’s just not the same. Sure, he’s been kicking ass left and right. Yes, he makes his own rules and his completely outlandish plans always seem to work out in the end, except for one little trailing plot device right at the end of each hour. But there’s something different about him. And it’s this:

JACK BAUER HAS NOT SAID “DAMNIT” ONCE THIS SEASON.

How the heck am I supposed to do a Jack Bauer impression without a “DAMNIT”? As in, “DAMNIT CHLOE, THERE’S NO TIME!” “DAMNIT BILL, THIS IS THE ONLY WAY!” “DAMNIT TONY I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” and “DAMNIT KIM, STOP SUCKING AT LIKFE AND LEAVE THAT MOUNTAIN LION ALONE!”

I have lost the love spark.