I Still Can't Believe It

There are now 16 pairs of shoes and one pair of what I think are baked potatoes (probably pre-baked is more accurate) hanging from the electrical wires behind my work. And another observation I made is that they all appear to be men's shoes. Or very large women's hightops. Cassady is one step away from complete incontinence. Yesterday, he only made it two steps out the back door before dropping his load off on the patio. Super. While some bloggers posted every day during the month of November, I went the opposite route and only posted 4 times including this one. I'm contrary like that. Christmas presents bought = 1. So, yes, I'm doomed to repeat the traumatic holiday harassment that is shopping anytime in December. Went to Tar-J on Sunday reminding Surfer Boy and myself that we must not think of ourselves, but of the dear people we want to buy gifts for...and then promptly spent a small fortune on such treasures as anti-fungal foot cream and a rice cooker. There was no

Dexter, a puppy Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, says Happy Thanksgiving! To you! And you over there! And hey, you too! And that guy in the back! And w00t, I'd never forget YOU! Lick lick lick. This is my co-workers dog. He likes the Showtime series by the same name. I don't get Showtime, but he's described it to me in depth. It's got a guy (David from Six Feet Under) who is a blood spatter expert with the forensics dept. by day and by night, he's a serial killer who only kills bad guys. Now, when I named my dog, I wanted him to be a good car dog so I thought of someone who was really into being in cars and I came up with Neal Cassady : The Guy That Drove The Bus For The Merry Pranksters, amongst other things. And it worked too - Cassady traveled with me to Chicago numerous times for Dead shows, California, Colorado (with KEEEM), all over Missouri, Utah, Oregon, Nevada, ad nauseum. I wonder if Dexter will stalk around the house at night looking for offen

Up until right this minute, I've not had a single moment alone with a computer in over a week. I'm going into withdrawal and am convinced I'll soon need to be taking a pill to deal with my addiction. I'm in Palm Desert, CA visiting with Surfer Boy's family. They've got a beautifully-landscaped house, the weather is fucking perfect (78 & sunny) and my in-laws are about the nicest, most accommodating people you'd ever want to meet. It was a bit of a struggle to iron out the logistics of the trip since we're talking about coordinating schedules, lodging, transpo and eating with a group of 11 that includes Mom, Grandma on Mom's side and Stepdad, Dad and Stepmom, my parents and the perenially-decision-making impaired Surfer Boy and me - Stepmom's mom already left to go back home and one sister had to go back to school (UC-San Diego). But now that everyone's here, it's been story after story about everything from that time Dave drove hi

Three cocktails I think are real, real tasty (even though I generally prefer beer over mixed drinks): Limoncello Mojito - I had my first mojito just a few short months ago. It was no ordinary mojito, nay, it was livened up with Italian lemon-flavored liqueur which complimented the fresh mint deliciously. Four yums out of five. Coconut Rum with Pineapple Juice - I'm sure this drink has a proper name, but I can't be bothered to look it up. Suffice it to say, I drank this almost exclusively for an entire summer, foregoing my typical beer preference as shocking proof I liked me some coconutty-pineapple-y goodness. Watermelon Margarita - It seems that all of my fave cocktails are really summery drinks. Maybe I revert back to beer in the winter out of a subconcious need for that comforting lager. Whatever, the watermelon margarita I had at Chebby's was de-fuckin-lish. End of story. Three cocktails I have personally tried and think taste like, well, not something I want to try aga