Grandpa Alton: “I worked at Longine Wittnauer before I fought in the war.”
Eric: “What did he say?”
Grandpa Alton: “No. It was lawn-gene-wtnrrr.”
Eric: “Why would you think Orangina? He worked at Tropicana!”
Grandpa Alton: “They said that I could go back after the war and they would present me with a watch of my choosing. Longine Wittnauer. I never went back. I wouldn't go back now, the whole store prolly thinks I'm dead."
Me: "How could I ever mix up an orange juice company with a carbonated orange juice company?!"
Eric: "That's the spirit!"
(A little upbeat cousinly back and forth to brighten your day.)
I took these on a walk a few weeks ago. Maybe a little longer. I remember wanting to win the lottery, go house shopping, haggle over closing costs, pack up my apartment, find the perfect movers, get everything moved into my new house, bring all the furniture into the center of the room, cover everything with tarps, and then paint my new walls all of these colors.
My father had a huge hand in me getting Marley, as he footed the *initial* bill, so as to ensure I didn't buy a pitbull. Once he heard I thought black puggles looked like miniature pitbulls, Marley was mine. He sometimes likes to say how he technically owns her, and I politely remind him that I had out-paid him by her fourth month of life.
Mojo's story is a bit rough around the edges, and either the multitude of his previous owners and mishandling's or simply his genetic make-up has made him into high strung. I'd use a more forceful phrase, but there are a lack of options. He pants and looks around alertly even in his almost catatonic state. I love him just as he is. My father does not. But for all the times he has said there is no other "freak" dog like Mojo on this planet, I had to show him the truth. There is at least one.
This is a video of a very hyper dog, both of her "parents" are bloggers (Dooce and Blurbomat), that I am an enormous fan of. Dad, I just wanted you to see this as proof that Mojo is not alone in his insanity.
Food is kind of turning me off today, so I thought I would share the feeling with you all! This was taken at Hackensack University Medical Center's cafeteria. That's right, folks. The epicenter for health and well-being serves up hot dogs in a vending machine.
I spent the better portion of the past week on my couch. I always thought given that much downtime, I would rip through some books, get some writing done, make inspirational to-do lists. The majority of my hours were filled with trying to meditate out pain, as dramatic as that sounds. One day, I'll get into the nitty gritty details. Not today, though. The percocet is really a deterrent to typing.
One thing that did stimulate my brain ever so slightly was finding celebrity look-alike's on TV. The trick will be to finding pictures that are as close as possible so that everyone can agree with me.
First up, Mila Kunis (Jackie from That 70's Show) and Sarah Hyland (Haley from Modern Family). By the way, if you haven't started watching Modern Family, I implore you to. It's been the best 30 minutes of my week.
My next catch was the shocking likeness shared between Emmanuelle Chriqui (Sloan from Entourage) and Nina Dobrev (Elena from Vampire Diaries). And yes, it takes a certain amount of self-confidence to admit that I watch the show. And I will also share that I think the writing and acting is less than stellar, but it's so close to Twilight I cannot seem to turn away.
Also from the Vampire Diaries, the character Logan, Chris J. Johnson, looks a bit like Ryan Seacrest in some shots, but there are practically zero pictures of him online, so you'll have to watch to see. But perhaps the WB11, or whatever the channel is called now, casts only look-a-like's and I am the first person to crack the case! That would make this past week seem a little better.
Last night, I learned that my groomer is worth every penny. And that kitchen scissors do not work that well on bangs. And that I am a lot less gifted that I had previously imagined myself to be in regards to hair (and hair, alone.)
*I thought this was appropriate as it is neither May nor April, but the start of an entirely far away month commonly called October. I have renamed it: The "WHAT? THE YEAR IS ALMOST OVER ALREADY?" Month.