Snippets of an ordinary life in an extraordinary world
Courtesy of my husband, who has an inate ability to detect Internet kookiness, is a video series produced by a blender company. And let me tell you, they take their blending very seriously! You know it’s gonna be kooky when they have “don’t try this at home” warnings all over the place. 
Enjoy: Will it blend?
We had a little adventure last night. Nathan is still chauferring me around as the vertigo is still hanging around, albeit much less annoying than it was. Anyway, he gladly offered to drive me to Weight Watchers to do my first new-year weigh-in. (I was dreading the weigh-in, but I was only 1.8 pounds up. I figured that wasn’t bad for having the holidays, a week-long vacation, and an illness in between!) As I get in the car, Nathan turns the key–and nothing.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. The battery is dead. Graveyeard dead.
So we call my mom, who just left the same parking lot, and asked if she could come give us a jump. Only, we didn’t have cables. Why on earth, we wondered, were we driving around without jumper cables?! As luck would have it, neither did my mom. We figure, hey, this is a good time to make that AAA membership worth its while!
The wrecker was at least 45 minutes out, though, so I figured I’d go inside and ask if someone could give us a jump. You have to understand: this is a Weight Watchers meeting immediately after the new year. It was JAM packed. Of the two dozen or so people who had weighed in already, NONE of the had cables. So all I could do was go outside and tell Nathan, “Well, at least we’re not the only schmucks without jumper cables.”
And now for something completely different:
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Growing up, we all have those special items that make us feel safe or comforted. You know what I’m talking about: the security blanket that we hang on to with all our might, well past the age we probably should. But it didn’t occur to me that dogs would have the same tendency! Lately whenever Tex goes outside, he grabs the first toy in his path and trots outside. Most of the time, he just holds Alligator or Duck in his mouth while he pees, and then comes back inside. La-di-da, like that’s a normal doggie thing to do!
As a writer, I always get a hearty chuckle when I hear people inventing words. Some recent gems from work: incentivize (to give someone incentive) and productize (to make somethingn a product). So this weekend’s Dilbert cartoon really spoke to me: http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/archive/dilbert-20070107.html
Okay, it doesn’t help that after I wrote that entry title, the song “Breaking up is hard to do” started its endless run through my brain. I think I’ll be brain-fried all day now! But seriously, I have several writing projects I have to get done, and I just can’t seem to get started!
I’ll sit down to write and notice the stack of papers that is dangerously close to the puppy’s ever-curious nose (and mouth–the dog has paper product radar, I swear). When Tex’s spidey-sense tingles about paper, he immediately switches to search and destroy mode. Then I’ll remember that the kitchen is a total disaster area and my desk looks like a nuclear warzone. Why is it so easy to focus on those nagging leftovers when an important task is at hand?
As I sit here griping on my blog, the irony hasn’t escaped me that I’m writing here instead of where I should be writing. And that just makes me cranky. Argh.
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