Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Neutered.
It really was pitiful. He tried to be excited to see Palmer but then realized he didn't have the energy to chase him around and torment him. He barked when Josh came home and tried to greet him at the door like he usually does but he ran smack into a chair with his plastic collar and just dropped to floor and would not move until one us phyisically picked him up and took him somewhere. Poor baby. He had a hard day. Hopefully he will be feeling better soon.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Letters.
I got this in the mail today. Amazing how a few letters on a piece of lined paper can make your day. Thanks, Grace. I like cursive writing, too. I love and miss you. This reminds me that I need to write more letters and keep in touch more often, even if I don't have a lot to say.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Multiple Meanings.
Barbecue (also barbeque, abbreviated BBQ or Bar-B-Que or diminuted chiefly in Australia to barbie) is a method and apparatus for cooking food, often meat, with the heat and hot gases of a fire, smoking wood, or hot coals of charcoal and may include application of a vinegar or tomato-based sauce to the meat. The term as a noun can refer to foods cooked by this method, to the cooker itself, or to a party that includes such food. The term is also used as a verb for the act of cooking food in this manner. ***
When I first moved down here and someone mentioned having barbeque for dinner I was fully expecting to end up in someone's back yard eating hamburgers and hot dogs and was more than suprised to learn what they were actually talking about. I quickly learned that barbecue is one of the greatest things about the south. Mom and Dad could not leave the south without eating a bbq sandwich. To them, barbecue is either what you cook hamburgers and hot dogs on, or an event when people come over and eat hamburgers and hot dogs in your backyard. They both loved their eastern-style barbecue sandwiches and have successfully learned the multiple meanings of the word that means so much. Feel free to peruse Wikipedia for a more advanced description of the topic. But take my advice, you don't really know barbecue until you've had a southern pulled pork sandwich. Or call Mom and Dad, they'll tell ya!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Visting.Mom and Dad came to town this weekend!! We got a lot accomplished this weekend.
1. Found a dress for me to wear to a wedding next month.
2. Visited Aunt Judy and Cal (and Izzy).
3. Watched a movie that will remain nameless, and talked about how much better it could have been for 3 straight days.
4. Purchased slip covers for my couch and loveseat to make cleaning furniture and living with dogs possible.
5. Applied above mentioned slip covers.
and most importantly...
6. Mom taught Josh how to cook eggs the way she does, which is the only acceptable way in my book.
Overall, a completely satisfying weekend. It's always great to see my parents!!
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Valentine's day.
I understood when people wore scrubs with hearts on them today, I even participated. I thought it was appropriate to pass out red, heart-shaped balloons to the residents. I expected to see a lot of the heart-shaped candy and chocolates that were passed out throughout the day. Bojangles suprised me. Their breakfast biscuit was blog-worthy today. Happy Valentine's Day!
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Hockey Game #2
So a few weeks ago I won some tickets to a hockey game and tonight I cashed in. The seats were great and since it was my second hockey game down here there wasn't quite as much culture shock as last time. (See previous post in November about hockey in the south) Amy and Ricky joined Josh and I as we watched the Hurricane defeat the L.A. Kings, 2-1. We laughed a lot and enjoyed a great game. The little girl (8 years old) that sang the National Anthem was absolutely amazing and the pee-wee hockey games during intermission were hilarious. Overall, the night was awesome. The way I see it, I'm on my way up as a radio-show contestant. First a gift certificate for a great meal and then 4 fabulous seats at an NHL game, and I'm not stopping here. As long as I'm winning, I'm gonna keep on playing.
Friday, February 09, 2007
Waiting.
Yesterday, Josh went out of town for a few days on a ski trip which meant the dogs were stuck with me. I didn't think I was so bad, but this picture pretty much sums it all up. Maybe I could sell it to Hallmark and they could use it on a "miss-you-haven't seen you in forever-please come back-my life stinks without you-cheer up life ain't so bad" cards. Palmer watched out that window for a long time waiting for Josh to get home. I told Josh about it and couldn't help but wonder what Palmer does when I leave or go away for a few days. Dare I ask? Why not.
Me: What does Palmer do when I leave?
Josh: Um...he likes to smell your panties.
Me: WHAT??? I'm serious.
Josh: He goes through the laundry, brings 'em out here and I have to take 'em away.
Me: Thats disgusting! And hilarious. But really disgusting. Can I write that on my blog?
Josh: Well, it's the truth.
This really doesn't suprise me since Palmer has always been obsessed with eating small articles of clothing. He also loves socks, bathing suits, boxers and tank tops. I'm just sorry I asked.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
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Work.
So what exactly do you do? I hear that a lot. It can be quite complicated to explain exactly what I do everyday, but basically I deal with anything that has to do with the mouth. Eating, chewing, swallowing, talking, etc. Believe it or not, when you get sick, suffer from a stroke, progress with dementia or just plain get old, there is a chance that you will not be able to talk or eat as well (or at all) as you used to. That is why I have a job. I help strengthen muscles of the mouth and increase coordination so that you can hopefully eat and talk more effectively. This handout pictured is something that I use a lot. I teach a lot of exercises for people to do with their mouths. I spend a lot of my day exercising mouths. Thinking back, I'm not all that suprised that this is something I chose to do for a living. My family tells me all I used to do was talk when I was younger. I would fall asleep in mid-sentence according to mom. To be funny (I guess) people would tell me to "use commas" when I was talking. The other part of my job involves me teaching people how to eat. Again, not suprising. I like to eat, a LOT. So what exactly do I do? I teach help people do the two things I love most, talking and eating. Quite simple, actually.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
The Q.
I got a new phone today. I'm a huge pushover and a salesperson's dream. The verizon guy didn't have to say very much, I was pretty much sold after I heard the words "free", "internet" and "free" again. I am very happy with the "purchase", but I have a lot of learning to do. This thing comes with 3 books and a CD-Rom and should come with a mandatory weekend seminar with powerpoints, handouts and hands-on training. I will be figuring it all out over the next couple of days (probably weeks, honestly) and will give a full report when I have mastered all of the functions and operations. But give me a call, and enjoy the music while your party is reached!
