Little pup is okay with having his nails clipped but Big pup hates it. So after he goes to sleep, I grab the clippers, slip on the head light, and sneak into his room. Fortunately, he's a heavy sleeper so it doesn't take too long to do both his fingernails and toenails. And although I've titled this picture "Clipping Toenails," I think a more accurate title would be "The Reason They Think They Were Visited By Aliens When They Were Children."
Oh no she didn't. Oh yes she did. Angie went and got herself a Chi. Read about it here and then try to convince her to give it me, please.
My head hurts. I've spent the last couple of nights banging my head against the desk trying to set up a separate cooking blog. Blogger owes me 3 bottles of Advil. Importing posts to another blog? Great! Importing the comments that go with each post? Aaarrrghhhh!!!! I'm going to cross my fingers and hope that glitch will be worked out this week, then start working on it again this weekend. But just in case it's not, remind me to put a bottle of wine in the fridge Friday morning okay?
It's Nascar Monday! But like I said, my head hurts, so this will be a short update. Sadler started 21st, finished 37th, and fell to 22nd in the points standings. Yesterday was the last race of the regular season so he is officially out of contention for the championship. Maybe next year.
Jimmie Johnson gets the win, A.J. Allmendinger gets the red lantern, and the Chase for the Cup begins in New Hampshire next Sunday.
Hallmark. Please. Stop the madness, will ya? Everytime I turn around there's an occasion to buy greeting cards. Sunday is Grandparent's Day. And I have no cards to give. But I do have a lovely poem by Wendell Berry called The Blue Robe. Enjoy! And have a happy grandparent's day!
Remember back in January when I told the story about my grandma hobnobing with Paris Hilton? I had mentioned how we had celebrated WD's birthday at a restaurant there in Altus, AR (where A Simple Life was filmed) and WD just went on and on and on about their onion soup. While he was raving about the soup, I was raving about what I had ordered. The Quiche Lorraine. Bacon. Cheese. Onions. You can't get better than that. Oh, wait, you can! When you make it into a pie!
WD was tased last week. Verdict? It hurt. A lot. He tends to curse when in excruciating pain but all he managed to get out was a weak, garbled "Motherffttthhrrr....motherffttthhrrr..." Poor WD. I felt sorry for him. Unlike 7 years ago when he had to be pepper sprayed. Back then I had no sympathy for him whatsoever. I was very pregnant with my first child and was facing the impending 14 1/2 hour ordeal of pushing a human being out of my body down there of all places. Nope. I didn't feel sorry for him at all.
Recently, I finished reading the book Animal, Vegetable, Miracle by Barbara Kingsolver. Overall, I liked it. But check out my review here to read what I didn't like about it. It inspired me to start shopping at the local farmer's market. Last Saturday morning, I picked up some peaches, pepper jelly, squash, basil and peas. It was like giving Walmart the finger. And that felt really good.
Happy Labor Day!
Angie's got some great tips for baby oil today. Head on over to her pretty purse and check it out!
I like night races more than anyone but can they please be over at 10 pm? I tried to stay up later but I fell asleep with 60 laps to go. It was no surprise this morning to find out that Californian Jimmie Johnson won. He led 227 of the 250 lap race.
Back in February for the "spring" race, Elliott Sadler had some bad luck here. His race car was in horrible shape and he finished 24th. I'm not sure what exactly was going on with his car yesterday, I didn't have the in-car audio turned on, but it wasn't good. After starting 6th, he finished 34th. He remains unchanged in 20th place in points.
Jimmie Johnson gets the win, Joe Nemechek gets the red lantern, and we're in Richmond Saturday night.
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