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syncope at 07:19pm on 03/07/2010
syncope at 07:19pm on 03/07/2010The Two Fat Ladies are on the revamped Cooking Network. THANK GOD. I haven't seen this show in years, but it's a balm after my day.
I was woken up at the crack of dawn (9 or so) by my aunt calling me over and over until I woke up to tell me one of her cats had gotten out. He's a 16 yr old Bengal who has half his teeth out. He's only ever been outside once before--the last time he escaped and was found emaciated and in renal failure about three years ago. Now, this doesn't really sound like a huge tragedy in in the bigger picture of our world. In my small bubble this is a big fucking deal. So I hauled my sad ass out of bed and went to hunt for the cat.
Now, a moment.
Both our houses (my aunt lives two doors down) back onto a wildlife refuge area. Which means a wildass woodland with streams and trees and rowdy rose bushes. Oy.
My whole family came over to look for the cat. Look, normally we're the "huh?" non-committal types, but this was so serious even the kids turned up to help look for the cat.
Hours later I am covered in sweat and bug bites (it was 95 here today) and I felt like shit because all I wanted to do was watch the soccer game. So I went to my aunt's where she was watching the soccer game and left looking for the cat to the children.
We didn't find the cat.
THEN we started cooking for tomorrow. We're having a huge family to-do for the 4th, which means too much cooking in too much heat. Plus Argentina lost. Fuck the world.
Fireworks have been going off all day, because rednecks love some fucking fireworks. We have shih tzus. Dear god.
So about noon my cousin notices that the neighbor across the street appears to have a new puppy. Cut to the chase, we end up dog sitting all day for a 7 week old labradoodle on top of everything else--this is pretty typical for my family.
Thank god for the dog because my cousin's stepson is here for the summer and he's what they called hyperactive when I was young, but now there are tons of specific diagnoses for this, mostly I would label him "on my nerves." I am very good with children for all my troll-like behavior online, but this kid needs some ativan.
Today I made: potato salad, pasta salad, two kinds of ice cream (strawberry and cookies and cream), and boiled 3 dozen eggs to make deviled eggs tomorrow. Does three dozen eggs tell you what you need to know about my family get-togethers? Sheesh.
We still haven't found the cat.
I was woken up at the crack of dawn (9 or so) by my aunt calling me over and over until I woke up to tell me one of her cats had gotten out. He's a 16 yr old Bengal who has half his teeth out. He's only ever been outside once before--the last time he escaped and was found emaciated and in renal failure about three years ago. Now, this doesn't really sound like a huge tragedy in in the bigger picture of our world. In my small bubble this is a big fucking deal. So I hauled my sad ass out of bed and went to hunt for the cat.
Now, a moment.
Both our houses (my aunt lives two doors down) back onto a wildlife refuge area. Which means a wildass woodland with streams and trees and rowdy rose bushes. Oy.
My whole family came over to look for the cat. Look, normally we're the "huh?" non-committal types, but this was so serious even the kids turned up to help look for the cat.
Hours later I am covered in sweat and bug bites (it was 95 here today) and I felt like shit because all I wanted to do was watch the soccer game. So I went to my aunt's where she was watching the soccer game and left looking for the cat to the children.
We didn't find the cat.
THEN we started cooking for tomorrow. We're having a huge family to-do for the 4th, which means too much cooking in too much heat. Plus Argentina lost. Fuck the world.
Fireworks have been going off all day, because rednecks love some fucking fireworks. We have shih tzus. Dear god.
So about noon my cousin notices that the neighbor across the street appears to have a new puppy. Cut to the chase, we end up dog sitting all day for a 7 week old labradoodle on top of everything else--this is pretty typical for my family.
Thank god for the dog because my cousin's stepson is here for the summer and he's what they called hyperactive when I was young, but now there are tons of specific diagnoses for this, mostly I would label him "on my nerves." I am very good with children for all my troll-like behavior online, but this kid needs some ativan.
Today I made: potato salad, pasta salad, two kinds of ice cream (strawberry and cookies and cream), and boiled 3 dozen eggs to make deviled eggs tomorrow. Does three dozen eggs tell you what you need to know about my family get-togethers? Sheesh.
We still haven't found the cat.
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