Is it wrong that I ilke Tiki Barber for no apparent reason?
The skin on my hands is painfully dry.
I should go pump but I'm remarkably unmotivated to do so.
On my to do list:
- call social worker re: getting kids hooked up for social security payments
- call insurance people at district to make sure they got my paperwork
- call case manager to see if I get a case manager
- call CCS to see if Noah and Grace qualify or not
- get more dish detergent
- return stuff to Target and pick up Flickr'd photos
- oil change
- call my doc to see if I can get permission to go back to work in the next couple of weeks or so.
- thank you notes
Ugh. That is all scheduled around hanging out with kidlets.
World's biggest dog! Except maybe it's Photoshopped!
I say photoshop. If nothing else, if you look at weights of large breed dogs, that thing should weigh a lot more than 282 lbs.
OTOH, googling to make sure I wasn't talking out my ass turned up the following:
Grudge Match: Rottweiler v. a-Rottweiler's-weight-in-Chihuahuas. Who wins? [link]
Is it wrong that I ilke Tiki Barber for no apparent reason?
well, he's smart, cute, funny, great athlete, writes children's books with his twin brother about loyalty and love and perserverance. Now you have reasons. Not that you needed them.
Yay you're back!
Yep. Last night I only had the energy to crawl home, unpack, and finally watch the season finale of Friday Night Lights. And tonight I may need a nap before I watch the new Who and tackle my pile of laundry.
I had to play shower games. There was an incident with a candle and hot wax. I'd met the bride for approximately five minutes before I was under her skirt in the hotel lobby fussing with her bustle.
I say photoshop. If nothing else, if you look at weights of large breed dogs, that thing should weigh a lot more than 282 lbs
I say photoshop, too. But my cousin's English Mastiff, Ike, weighed in at 168lbs and stood up to a man's hip. So they ARE big. But not THAT big.
OTOH, googling to make sure I wasn't talking out my ass turned up the following:
Grudge Match: Rottweiler v. a-Rottweiler's-weight-in-Chihuahuas. Who wins?
WWWF Grudge Match! Now that's a blast from the internet past. Check out the state-of-the-art mid-90s web design....
This is my fave: Red-Shirted Ensigns vs. Stormtroopers
It's just past midnight in the industrial section of Los Angeles. The sounds of a window being shattered roll across the mostly empty streets, adding a burglar alarm to the several car alarms already going off. Steam rises from a manhole cover as Ensign Jackson, Ensign Johnson, and Ensign Smith walk down a dark alleyway. A cat scurries away from them, momentarily masking an eerie humming noise coming from behind them. Ensign Jackson turns to stare directly into a hovercraft full of stormtroopers!! "Monochromes!" The others turn, but it's too late for Ensign Johnson, who takes a laser shot right in the chest. Ensign Smith gets one in the leg but is O.K. They dive behind some garbage cans (which guard them from the laser fire) and fire back. After one stormtrooper is wounded, they drive off, considering their drive-by shooting a success. But it's only the beginning...`
An all out turf war between the "Reds" and the "Monochromes" breaks out. Considering their propensity for dying, not to mention their bad aim, who comes out on top in this gang war to end all gang wars? (No back up from the Empire or the Federation is allowed.)
I had to play shower games. There was an incident with a candle and hot wax.
Oh, no, not shower games. You poor thing. Dr. Who will cheer you up, though.
Taxes are finally done. I have rehearsal Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and a concert on Friday.
Oh, and my parents are getting a new puppy! She's so cute, judging from the pictures.
I had to play shower games.
The worst shower game I ever had to play was at a baby shower. They melted chocolate candy bars in diapers and then you had to look in the diaper to guess what the candy was. It was so gross I had to walk away.
I had to play shower games. There was an incident with a candle and hot wax. I'd met the bride for approximately five minutes before I was under her skirt in the hotel lobby fussing with her bustle.
I think I saw this porn movie once.
