Hey faithful friends and readers! We’re not dead. We’ve just avoided blogging for a while. We have many stories to share including a travel story or two that happened over the late fall, but we’ll put that on hold to wish you all a very Happy New Year.
“What do you want for New Year’s Eve dinner,” I asked Mr. Wild Dingo. “BLT’s,” he replied. So I made these bad boys: BLT Canapes with basil and garlic mayonnaise. They are a bit tedious to make but super simple and oh so delicious! We tend to do appetizer-type dinners on any New Years Eve’s where we stay home so I added some veggies with dip and shrimp cocktail. Yes, of course the dogs got a few canapes and a few shrimps. We party hard, Internet. Continue reading “BLT Canapes : Happy New Year”
“Princess, it’s Thanksgiving Day and we should give thanks. I’m thankful for Aunt Diane to take care of us while Mom and Pop are visiting relatives today.”
“Big Boy, I’m thankful you know how to open the closet door where they keep their precious flip flops and Danskos so I can show them how “thankful” I am for abandoning us while they stuff their face with turkey and pie.”
I love my neighborhood. Here I am, walking the dogs this morning bumming about not having a cool July 4-th photo for my daily project and then I see this.
Nothing says America like Uncle Sam riding T-rex with a (stars to the right) American flag, symbolizing that we are never running away, but we are always charging forward. Continue reading “T-Rex Rocks July 4th”
Long time readers will recognize this month’s masthead from December 2009. I took a short cut and repeated one of my favorite cracker and criminal holiday adventures. As usual, Lyme and Co-infections company has left little in the bank for creativity. But the good news is, I’m getting closer to recovery. I swear internet. With the exception of some occasional back pain, all my joint pain is gone and what I’m left fighting are neurological and cognitive symptoms, along with enormous fatigue. Some days even climbing a flight of stairs will knock the wind out of me.
And just when one would think as recovery gets near, that drug protocol ramps down, it’s very much the opposite. My regimen has become so complicated, I need a printed calendar and iPhone to monitor it daily now. This month, I rotate through 11, that’s right, ELEVEN, different medications. Some I take daily; some I take 9 days on, 5 days off; some I take 5 days on, 11 days off; some I take 3 days on, 11 days off, and one I take twice weekly. Included with that round-up are more IV antibiotics every other week. It seems unreal to a person not familiar with Lyme but the more research done on the Lyme disease complex (Lyme + co-infections) the more that aggressive individual treatment protocols make sense. Through reading the tons of books and literature done on Lyme disease, I’ve learned that the last phase of recovery is often the most aggressive and drug rotating protocol. It’s comforting to know there are recovered patients who’ve gone through a program as nutty as this. Still, it’s no less embarrassing to be picking up 9 medications at the pharmacy in front of a line of 8 people with wide eyes wondering if they can catch whatever it is I have. Continue reading “Dingo Bells”
When I came home last night, Mr. Wild Dingo told me the dogs found a King Snake under an old oak stump near our weed field sitting area.
So I asked him, “Does he live there or was he passing through?”
Mr. Wild Dingo’s all, “you know, I didn’t ask him.”
Yes, Internet, these are really the conversations we have in our house. You see, what I meant to ask, but couldn’t quite articulate was: why was the snake there? They don’t usually stay where they aren’t welcomed —like around two barking lunatics dogs. But I had a ton of groceries and dinner to make so I let the conversation go.
So this morning, Mr. Wild Dingo comes inside and tells me, “The snake’s still there.”
Nothing makes me happier than to make Mr. Wild Dingo uncomfortable. So when our neighbor stopped me in our driveway Friday night to ask if Mr. Wild Dingo would like to be “Father Christmas” for his three children, I didn’t hesitate: “Yes of course he’ll do it,” I answered. Like I’m going to ask Mr. Wild Dingo his permission before I commit him to something so outside of his comfort zone. I could already see him squirming. I mean, it’s not like either of us is equipped to entertain any 2-legger under the age of 25. And yet, I felt a grinch-like smile form at the corners of my mouth as I pictured Mr. Wild Dingo in a red suit and struggling over what to say to the kid on his lap waiting for his present. Continue reading “Father Christmas?”
I’m not much of a holiday person. In fact, it wouldn’t be a stretch to call me Scrooge or Grinch on the holidays.
I roll my eyes every time I see ridiculously overly decorated homes. I don’t put up a tree, but I’ll decorate the house a bit with lights, holiday colors and candles.
Rather than run around rushing to get things decorated, cards sent and gifts piled and wrapped, I keep things pretty simple and try to stay grounded rather than rushed and exasperated. Continue reading “Holiday Spirit”
Now I know why that rediculously tall guy in the back holding onto the beam asked me if I dusted up there. For the record, I do. Luckily he doesn’t hang on to my chandeliers or his fingers would be gray! Continue reading “Fat Tuesday Crashers”
Mr. Wild Dingo and I decided to host a yearly Mardi Gras party, partly because our house is unconsciously designed in those colors and themes and partly because we love an excuse to party! Last year, these two crashed our party and did this: Continue reading “Doggie Gras”
A day late and a dollar short on my masthead this month. I must be setting the stage for low expectations for the coming months! This month’s header celebrates the blue moon we had on New Year’s Eve 2009. Apparently, the next time we will see a blue moon on New Year’s eve is 2028. Wow, I’ll be old.
It’s been both a chore and a charm developing new mastheads every month. Every month I feel very sad to see the old masthead go, but as I develop each new masthead, something in me falls in love with the new creation. Probably because each reflects a little bit of Loki and Juno’s challenges and growth over the year and it makes me proud to see how far they’ve come as rescued dogs with many fears and issues.
“Ok, quit holdin’ out on us. We know Santa Paws brought us delicious treats. Bring them to me.”
“Did you say ‘delicious treats?’ WTF? And I’ve been eating these stupid stuffies all morning?” Continue reading “Howliday Loot”