Mojo has some dominance issues. He likes to keep Marley off of the mattress and banish her to the depth of hiding underneath the bed. Here he is staring her down, daring her to come out and play:

He then leapt off the bed and landed on her face, and she tried to retreat under the bed.

Here, he proudly sits, thinking he is the only dog in the frame. Her paws can't let him take all the glory.

As he heads out to inspect a slight rustling somewhere down my hallway, she checks for clearance.

This is my favorite shot. This is Marley's "I am free, but still really scared" look. She too ran towards the rustling, and then immediately pulled a 180 when Mojo realized she was out of hiding and gave up on protecting us all.

Bad Grooming

Someone recently asked me why I am letting Mojo's ear hair grow so long. And while I agree it is something I need to address, please look at one of his bad haircuts and then don't judge me and my hesitation.

Then:


Now:

Quote of the Day

Jordan: "For facebook when u get a new app what does access my information mean?"

Me: "You have to choose it or it won't work."

Jordan: "This shit's like Chinese. Imagine when I start paying bills? So f*cked."


**I never thought of Facebook Applications as the stepping stone to responsible adult living. Interesting.

Snapshot

I know the sign is laying down, but either way, the arrow is pointing the wrong way.

Quote of the Day

Me: "Carrie, you chug like a man, but pee like a woman."

Carrie: (in a cute and sweet voice) "I'm a hermie."

Snapshot

This is what I wake up to every morning. 

Voice Me Over

You know how aspiring actors shrug the shoulders and whisper into the ground that they're currently doing voiceover work? Yeah, okay, I don't really either. But I'm pretty sure it happens. Well, voice over artists, I am your number one fan! Hi.

There are some "entertainment connoissuers (movie geeks) that will spend their twenties arguing over the fact that the movies' hidden messages get trampled on and then spat in your face when a narrarator has to dumb down plots for the viewer. (Also, this scenario, I may have just created once again.)

But all the greats have used voice overs... The Wonder Years, so magical that nobody seemed to care that inside the mind of an eight year old Fred Savage spoke a middle aged Daniel Stern. Sex and the City- this whirlwind of Manolo's and Cosmo's and middle aged women whoring themselves around the greatest city in the world.  Do you know why it was successful? Because Sarah Jessica Parker spent more time speaking and less time acting. (That was mean and uncalled for and I'm really just green with jealousy.) A Bronx Tale. Sleepers. The Sandlot. 

Last night, I joined the ranks of every other twenty something female on this continent, and I finally saw Sex and the City: The Movie. Without the brilliant voice-over work, I would have been able to follow the movie, would have even still enjoyed the movie, but I would have missed out on the entire experience. I laughed, I cried, and best of all, I had the entire story spoken to me so that I could "feel" the movie, rather than "think" about it. Loved it.

Quote of the Day

Carrie: (eating a powdered pop'em) "Mmmmm that one tasted a little like Indian food. I'm not really kidding at all, a lot of curry."

*Poster child for all future Dunkin Donuts commercials, for sure.

Snapshot

Help! What should I do with his bangs? (I refuse the whole boy in a bow thing.)

Quote of the Day

Alex: "I think I'm pretty f**king smart, and a lot of it has to do with the fact that I'm pretty f**king old."

Rest Well Cardinal Ignatius Glick

Last night, George Carlin passed away, and I can't get his voice out of my head. Sure, he was vulgar and crude and cursed like, well, me. And yes, he abused drugs and alcohol and life in general, but he had kind eyes. He reminded me of an eccentric great uncle that I may or may not have ever had, as my great uncles only spoke French and pinched my cheeks. But the laughs were about the same. The Seven Dirty Words vs. humorous attempts in broken English to try and get a sentence out... tough call really. 

My stepfather had every recording he ever made on vinyl and we'd huddle around and listen to him as a family. You know, instead of wholesome TV shows with lessons and family charades. And friends have the nerve to ask me why I am so crazy! 

It's all thanks to George and general dysfunction.

Snapshot

What happens when a dog bites another dogs tail?

Quote of the Day

Me: "I could go eat now if I threw up first."

Jordan: "Alright, you're not at work right now, but go for it."

Too Gross

A crazed woman in the Czech Republic slowly eats her trapped son in the basement?


Can this be real?!?!?

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/article1314511.ece

Home Remedies

Smart splinter remover: Just pour a drop of Elmer's Glue-All over the splinter, let dry, and peel the dried glue off the skin. The splinter sticks to the dried glue.

Rainy day cure for dog odor: Next time your dog comes in from the rain, simply wipe down the animal with Bounce or any dryer sheet, instantly making your dog smell springtime fresh.

Kills fleas instantly... Dawn Dishwashing Liquid does the trick. Add a few drops to your dog's bath and shampoo the animal thoroughly. Rinse well to avoid skin irritations. Good-bye fleas.

Did you know that drinking two glasses of Gatorade can relieve headache pain almost immediately-without the unpleasant side effects caused by traditional pain relievers?

Sore throat? Just mix 1/4 cup of vinegar with 1/4 cup of honey and take 1 tablespoon six times a day. The vinegar kills the bacteria.

Honey remedy for skin blemishes... cover the blemish with a dab of honey and place a Band-Aid over it. Honey kills the bacteria, keeps the skin sterile, and speeds healing. Works overnight.

Vinegar to heal bruises... soak a cotton ball in white vinegar and apply it to the bruise for 1 hour. The vinegar reduces the blueness and speeds up the healing process. (I need this alllll the time.)

Quote of the Day

Alex:  "This isn't purple, it's Ron Burgundy."

Snapshot

I love that my friend's tiki bar, which has served to get so many blindly drunk, now is precariously and permanently in that same position itself.

Snapshot

I'm taking my cue from Marls today:   

Stop and smell the...... leaf.

Quote of the Day

Me: “I have an Ipod Mini."

Jordan: “Let me get that kidddddd.”

Me: “Will you work for it?”

Jordan: “No, I’ll simply come pick it up. I lost my gym partner, so I need it.”

Me: “I’ll go with you.”

Jordan: “The ipod will do, donkey.”

Day of Wonder

I am in the most incredible mood. And no amount of repeat phone calls or stupidity can ruin it. Life started to perk up last night when I stepped into the sauna that is my apartment, and was greeted with a breeze. And not an expensive air conditioned attempt at emulating nature, but a real life, leaves whooshing, crispness invigorating gust of wind. And I realized as ice cubes make Marley happy, a chill in the air makes me happy. 

Sleeping without air conditioning is a good feeling. No achy joints to wake up to, no scratchy throat, and most importantly, really clean air all around. So already, today was destined to be better than every day over the past 2 months. Walking outside, there is no stickiness, and I really think everyone driving this morning was feeling exactly like I did. Even the woman who cut me off with no signal and obviously no regard for anyone's well-being. As I passed her, her windows were down, fun music was pouring out of her car, and I just grinned. (Sometimes creeping someone out is more rewarding than a good long release of your horn.) As I got to my car, one of the construction workers stepped away from my car with a rag. And another guy was spraying my car down. Every other car in my temporary due to construction parking row was dusty and dry, but mine, shiny and wet. These guys who have started banging and drilling and digging and honking and screaming outside of my windows starting at 6 am when they are only legally start at 8 am for the past five months made my day better. Now, it might be the only day, maybe there will be more, but I just can't seem to understand why they would clean my car. It wasn't the dirtiest, they don't know who drives that car I don't think. Maybe they dropped crap all over it, and they were just getting rid of the evidence, but either way, my car is cleaner. 

Now, I just need to figure out how to bottle 69 degrees, partly cloudy with a soft breeze so that in the beginning of August, I can open my bottle and make it through another 2 months of gross.