Iconizing a psychopath

The sooner we get over directing our discourse by creating icons out of convenient hell-bound worms like Loughner the better it will be. The beginning of Obama's speech could have been worse, but it still makes me think of when was the last time we all came together because of Ted Bundy, the unibomber, Eileen Wournos or that Menendez guy. I don't recall them causing me to go all kumbayah. I just thought, lock your doors and don't talk to Mr. Goodbar.

Now, Ft. Hood. Funny how that was swept under the fake sisal carpeting, no?

State of the Union

My future daughter-in-law and I were agreeing on our dislike of watching state of the union addresses. Regardless of who's president I always find this speech discomforting and feel I have to look at it sideways. Sort of like if you don't look at something directly they can't see you.  Because whoever is giving the speech is going to give me the creeps due to embarrassing statements, fatuous declarations or just general stupidity.

Which I fully expect from this one, too. As future d-i-l said, if information wasn't so immediate as it is now, perhaps it would still be relevant. And, as I said, right. It's all a campaign speech anyway. And a colossal waste of time.

Which brings me to my main point. People are stupid and that's a rant for another day. After tomorrow during which I get to go to another state of the union address, only local.

Great. Just great.

I'm at work and it was just 5:30 a.m. It's now 6 a.m. I'm stupid. We have a meeting at 7:30 a.m. so I got here early to set up, wait for food, and I'M ALWAYS TOO EARLY. It's stupid. I need a nap. NOW. Stupidstupidstupid.

But soon bagel kolaches will be here. That sorta compensates.

No. It doesn't.

Voices in head please shut up.

Dog magnetism

Today we hit a local dog park to get Dot and her rescue Lab sibling together. Mr. Froth, being a park ranger and all, knows which parks to visit and which not and this one is usually quiet. We were driving along and as we passed a light near to the park noticed a car pulling out with a Lab in the back and he said, "That's them."

It was! Serendipity?

We all arrived and Dot and Emma started to go batshit crazy and run and frolic and just have a great time. Her folks are nice peeps and we conversed and gave treats and conversed some more.

Then, the brindle English Bulldog, Chihuahua, Basenji/Border Collie mix, English conformation Lab and Schnauzer popped in.

Turned into a dog PARTAY! One would think Dot would be down for the count. One would think wrong.

Electricity. It be our frien.

Yesterday our microwave died.

Cue dirge.

So we went to Best Buy and looked at all the spiffy microwaves, some that were horribly overpriced and were finally told that it's because they're over-the-range sorts. Ours was the dated built-in-over-the-oven sort. So we bought a counter top one that works fine in the built in area and Mr. Froth inserted some trim kit parts that were still COVERED IN DUST WITH "HELLO KITTY" on them. Sumbitch.

Oh well. We now have a microwave and it is stylin'. Very shiny and new looking.

Dot likes it, too.

Scienciness.For reals.

I believe I have established certain scientifical parameters surrounding dream times and internal clock workings.

You see, the other night, after a day of both of the Froths working whilst Dot entertained herself for extended periods, and DID NOT destroy anything of import, Dot had a massive reserve of energy unexpended. Therefore, she was up and down all night.

She would snooze for a bit and then hear something in the ether and bound to the entryway and bark. The ether was apparently very full that night because she was in and out of our room MANY TIMES. Loudly. Poor Merv was asleep snoring and wheezing as he is wont to do, just because he's a snorer/wheezer, not sick, on the fuzzy blanket that had been moved by Dot to the middle of the floor. Dot thought it would be good form to do her "Huff! Huff! Muffled fake bark! Huff! Huff!" At 3 in the morning.

We finally forced her down onto the floor, closed the door to the living room and we drifted off. Merv had relocated to the crook between my legs-that nether region pet spooning area-where his head was near my ass (which was fahting quite considerably at random times) and his body was spread out to my heels. It was quite comfy.

And I began to dream. Fabulous productive dreams where football teams had negative points and THINGS were getting done. I forget what those things are now, but they were pretty cool when they were happening.

Then I woke up and realized I had four hours til I had to...wake up. Back to sleep. Wake up. Sleep. Wake up.

I finally got down to the final 45 minutes before my alarm would have gone off. The earlier barking and jumping to and fro had left me with anticipation of more jumping and barking so I was on alert. At 40 minutes I went back to sleep. Had the most AMAZING dream. Woke up five minutes later. Whah?

Went back to sleep. Woke up in seven minutes after having the most AMAZING dream. This is bullshit.

Went back to sleep. Woke up four minutes before the alarm went off after having another most AMAZING dream. Got up and decided to bag the sleep thing for that particular night.

What I've learned: I will awaken before the alarm goes off regardless. Dreams are quite long and involved in your head, but they really aren't all night events. Our heads are pretty much hot messes. Dot needs to stop with the jumping to and fro. Merv loves the nether region pet spooning and I want to know how you can have negative points in a football game.

ALL RIGHT! ALL RIGHT ALREADY!

Here's a picture of a stromboli that looks very much like the ones I made (I made more, you know. MORE.) Strombolis and I are like this    X <------     pretend that's like your fingers intwined as bff (best foods forever).

That is a pretty cute stromboli, no?
I can do that. Really.

I'm amazed

At the strange and wonderful assortment of peoples who pop in here from time to time. It always surprises me to discover that you just never know who's peeking in and I love that.

And OU beat Connecticut, which, if that had not been the case, we'd all be moping today. Since they were victorious some people are/were dragging a bit. Just a bit.

I made three strombolis that kicked ass. Totally kicked ass. The standard pepperoni/salami (salami given to us by a neighbor who had received it from a former boss in Italy), Philly cheesesteak and spinach and cheese. All of them had copious amounts of parmesan, provolone, mozzarella and seasoning, blah blah. They're incredible for breakfast. And lunch and snacks.

Happy 2011 All Y'alls!

I hope your year is either as good as last/better than last/free of misery and full of good cheer and love.

I am going to be a mother-in-law! WHOO HOOO!

The eldest Frothlet and his now fiance went looking at rings yesterday. The future Mrs. Frothlet called last night before dinner and said "We're looking at rings. Would a flower shape be weird?"

Then, of course, I got all weepy and we celebrated when they came over and what a fine ending to the year!