happy halloween!

Don't let the pumpkin fool you. We'll again be hiding out in the basement on Halloween. I have a hard time sharing candy with others.
p.s. Vegas says, "Boof!"

gweny gwen gwen

I knew Gwen Stefani was amazing, but she has now surpassed even herself. The woman has managed to work the puppet show song from The Sound of Music into "Wind it Up" ("High on the hill with a lonely goat..."). And she yodels. And she has a new line of Gwen dolls coming out. And those abs. All hail Queen Gwen.

breakfast in bed

It really was more like an early dinner, but, nevertheless, Vegas got the royal treatment last night. After her customary post-walk nap yesterday morning, she starting limping and looking morose. Last night, she was trying to walk on three legs like her dog pal down the street. It was really sad. So, after kicking her off the couch (Matt would have killed her) and lifting her into bed, I gave her treats and fed her out of my hand. And that, my friend, is how you know your dog has you in her pocket. While your dinner is burning in the kitchen, you give her your pillow and unload the treats.

the first snow

what time is it?

Well, it's no longer Flava Flav's time. Yes, sad to say, but The Flavor of Love 2 is officially over. Just when I thought my life was kind of dysfunctional and lame, I turned to my Tivo for a little dose of psycho New York, bumpy Delicious, and Mr. Flav himself. I couldn't help myself. And when New York got dumped and went on an f-bomb, thong baring spree, I had to laugh. Nothing like a little reality TV to boost the old self esteem.

welcome home tivo

Thanks to Mom and Dad Breitzmann and some well-deserved credit card reward points, I was able to finally attain every busy TV watcher’s dream: a shiny new Tivo. My friend, Andrea, has flaunted hers for a while, and Miranda on Sex and the City practically had a serious relationship with hers, so I figured it was high time I join their crowd. Now I hold the power to fast forward through Rachel Ray’s repeated blabberings of “yummo” and pause for Vegas’s bathroom breaks. And did I mention that the little Tivo guy is just so cute? He hops around and you just want to…man. I must be lonely. I’m making friends with an icon. Sad.

what goes bump in the night

Now, I'd like to preface with stating that I am not mean to Vegas. I treat her better than I treat myself. You saw the birthday picture. I got up really early to make that PB toast, and I sang "Happy Birthday" to her about ten times that day. So, it's like 3 this morning. We're dead asleep. All of a sudden, I hear this loud thud. I sit up, expecting to find Vegas on alert as well. Except she's not there. I peer over the side of the bed, and she's lying there, staring up at me looking completely confused. She had fallen off the bed. Now that's funny. She was not hurt, but it did take a good half-hour before she'd get back up on the bed again.

the art of poaching (eggs)

The other day I found myself bored. Yes, even with digital cable, there is often nothing on. Unable to peel myself out of my chair, I resorted to watching Martha poach eggs. Now I have never poached an egg before, so I actually found it interesting. She made two perfectly poached eggs, trimmed them up, and set them on the heel of the bread to dry off. How cute and seemingly easy, I thought! Wrong. I tried last night. The first egg instantly separated into a white cloud (picture egg drop soup). I was obviously too rough. I tried again more gently. This time I did achieve a somewhat solid shape with much fewer egg wisps floating around. I took it out and eagerly tried a bit. Ugh. It tasted like fish. Maybe it's because they're the eggs with extra omega in them. Maybe it's just the poaching thing. Either way, I think I'll stick to letting someone else cook my eggs.

happy birthday to veg

we was robbed

Suzanne did not realize she was being prophetic when she commented on our clean, relatively empty garage on Saturday. As of last night, our garage is even less cluttered. We're not sure if we left the garage door open or if someone broke in, but when I went out to the garage at 5, the door was wide open. The good thing is that we're fine, our cars are fine, blah blah blah. The bad thing? Now I have to rake! The thug stole our brand new, still-in-the-box blower/mulcher/vac. Dang! They also took Matt's prize ratchet set that I spent an entire Hardware Hank paycheck on back in high school. :(