Finally, some birthday pics...

The party started off with Wrigley taking a dump in Pooh Corner (which wasn't really a corner at all)...


PARTY GUESTS...

Milo receiving his award from Doggy Olympics...

HERE COMES THE CAKE FOR WRIGLEY AND BROTHER CASEY...(we played "Who Let the Dogs Out" and then sang Happy Birthday to both boys)

The Happy Birthday Boy anxiously awaiting next year's bash (don't tell him, but it's going to be a Masquerade ball!)...

HAPPY EASTER

The many faces of Chumley

Here are two videos that showcase Chumley's extremes in personality. The first, shot a few weeks ago when I had the flu-and the other, Tom shot last night...

I'm trying to read a book in bed...


Clipping Chum's Nails...


And in case anyone is wondering, we've tried to medicate Chum in the past but it was sheer terror trying to shove a pill into the beast's mouth TWO times a day. His whole body would puff up and he'd foam at the mouth and shake like a small tornado, (while trying to bite our faces off.) We tried 3 different kinds of pills, anti-anxiety/anti-aggression and anti-depressants, all human grade prescriptions just in a much smaller dosage. At the time, we lived in a small apartment back in Chicago and the walls were old and thin so our neighbors would hear Chum's horrific screeches as well as our screams back and forth to each other and I think they thought we were abusing him. After several months of this hell on earth, we decided it just wasn't worth it anymore. So we just continue to endure the daily outbursts of our overly anxious, aggressively bi-polar little monster.

Some videos...

Tom and Chum


Wrigs and his Donut Toy


***RARE FOOTAGE***
Chumley being Sweet

a run on instant worms

My sister and I were shopping at the party store the other day and we found this box of instant worms (you drop them in people's drinks and they grow to worm size, sort of like a sea monkey). They are fantastic! Unfortunately they only had one box left so I brought it up to the counter and asked the clerk if they would be getting anymore of these in anytime soon. She said that they were not on the recent re-order list (are you kidding me???) but she could special order them depending on how quickly I needed them. How does one express an urgent need for instant worms? I told her that I guess I don't need them immediately, but if she could just put them on the list the next time she orders that would be great. I'm bummed though. I really wanted them for Easter brunch. Oh well. We still have some fake bugs and some other goodies.

Have a blessed Easter!

an e-mail from my mom

My mom tried to send me an e-mail and it got kicked back to her in-box as undeliverable. Read the part she wrote in red out loud...

what brought you here...

I'm having issues posting some pictures of Wrigley's birthday bash right now so I thought I'd play around with my stat counter and highlight a few interesting search words people have used to find this blog. Here are a few from yesterday...

Uploaded with plasq's Skitch!

n8s3.jpg

So I googled "happy toast squirrel" and found this. Apparently there is some secret underground society that likes toast. I like toast too but this I don't understand.

Recently I blogged about lemons in my backyard and referred to myself as a "lemon whore" (because I love lemons so much) but what I didn't know is that there is a porno with the same name. I actually found a clip on youtube. There's no nudity or sex in this clip but there's a naughty word or two and the ending cuts off right where it should.

You can view it here if you like, but let me apologize in advance for wasting 1 min 48 secs of your life.

Is this for real?

Tom and I are watching The Bachelor and we both pissed our pants when this bachelorette came on screen...


How does one become a hot dog vendor? Does she work at a ballpark? We are baffled by this and must find out the details.

I only wish I could tape record Tom's commentary as we sit here and watch each bachelorette introduce themselves. He is making me laugh so hard.

And what is up with the girl with the chronic hiccups, the girl who eats beer cans and the bimb from Chicago who thought London was on an ocean? It appears they've chosen the best and brightest from the single American slut pool yet again.

The 3 Stages of a Dog Toy

I'd like to share with you the life span of one of Wrigley's new stuffed toys. Meet Cuckoo Bird, given to Wrigley by his brother Casey and sister Molly...

10:00 am...

10:02 am...

10:02:54 am...

RIP Cuckoo Bird. It was a wild ride.

*******************************************************

I'd also like you to meet Duck Duck. He was a present from Wrigley's buddy Bentley...

He didn't last long either. It was a matter of minutes before Wrigley tore open his beak and ripped apart the "honking device" (Duck Duck didn't squeak, he honked like a car horn)...


Wrigley was pouty after I took his toy carcass away from him...


Here's what's left of Duck Duck now...


Now Cuckoo Bird and Duck Duck can frolic freely and honk happily, together in Stuffed Dog Toy Heaven.

something that annoys me

Anytime an Actress gives birth for the first time all the news channels say the same thing, "So and so actress is taking on a new role for the first time. This time...she's playing Mom." Every frickin' channel!! It's so unoriginal and predictable. The news directors need to search for some new material. Don't they realize EVERYONE says the same thing?!?! Just watch tonight or whenever you watch the entertainment portion of the news, and you'll hear it umpteen times.

On a side note, Congratulations to Halle Berry and hot ass baby maker Gabriel Aubry, on your new baby girl. Your little gal just stole the "most beautiful child on the planet" crown from Shiloh.


Oh and while I'm on the topic of things that annoy me, our remote control to the bedroom tv is broken. It was bound to happen sooner or later because whenever we make the bed that thing crashes to the hardwood floor. Living without a remote control for a day now has made me realize that modern technologies (not like the remote control is cutting edge technology but you know what I mean) have made this world a bunch of lazy asses. I'd rather watch 3 hours of late night informercials then actually get out of bed and walk across the room to change the channel. By the way, this infomercial for the Ped Egg makes me want to barf.

Party Preps

Before I post all the fun pics from Wrigley's birthday bash I need to share some pre-party prep photos. Here are a few things that needed to be done in order to make his party extra special.


Collage and banner making...




Cake baking, (Chum volunteered to taste test)...




Treat making (Doggy bagels, Pup tarts and Bones & Balls)...


I also bought dog cookies from the dog store in case the homemade treats weren't a big hit, (I LOVE the crab and cone)...


Party favors (magnets of the attendess along with a CD of Wrig's favorite songs)...


The finished Goody Bags...


There were a few more things I didn't get to take pictures of such as partying gifts and Doggie Olympic certificates but you can check out more pics and video on Wrigley's "Auntie N's" blog, here. I'm receiving photos from all the party goers so once I upload and organize them, I'll post on here!!!

Beauty Buys for the Weekend

Haven't posted any must have products for a while so here are a few of my favs for springtime...

The Shear Splendor line from Philosophy is splendid (I love the word splendid, need to use it more often). I got this stuff about a year ago and recently resurrected it from the depths of my cabinet under the sink (aka bottomless pit of beauty remnants).

The two products I recommend for dry, over processed hair (whether it's chemical or styling tool damage) are the Marinating Oil and the Conditioning Mask.

I use the products together about once a week and if my hair is extremely moisture deprived I'll apply the marinade overnight and wash it out in the morning using a moisturizing shampoo, then apply the conditioning mask. You'll really notice a difference even after one application.

And since this is all pre-styling maintenance, you can continue your usual hair care regimen once you towel dry. Or in my case, turbie twist dry. (The woman's hair in that pic drives me nuts! Why wouldn't they turbie twist that hanging lock back up in there? Annoying).

Here's a great bronzer from Benefit. The color goes on smooth and can be layered to achieve a deeper tan. The packaging, though super cute, is not the most practical since it's a non secure lid and somewhat bulky. But if you can do without carrying it in your purse, it's probably the best bronzer I've come across in a long time. And the color name is "Hoola" which makes me want to do a dance right now.

And if you're looking for something to spruce up the house for Spring, Trader Joe's has bunches of Daffodils for only $1.29! I couldn't pass them up. I bought a bunch today and wanted to buy those with closed buds so they could bloom over the weekend. Soon after I put them in water, they all began opening their petals to welcome the world. I need to watch this next time I buy flowers. I think it would be spiritual or at the very least, splendid!

Happy Spring!

What DOG breed are you?

Take the Quiz


According to this, I'm a Border Collie. Not sure I like that. Nothing against Border Collies, (LOVE them) just not liking my "dog like" traits associated with this quiz. If this is true then I seriously need to re-evaluate my life. Especially when it compares me to the likes of Martha Stewart and Bill Clinton. I'm taking this quiz again.

WTF???

Boyfriend of woman on toilet may be charged
I'm not sure about the rest of the world but if my ass was stuck to the toilet I'm pretty sure my husband wouldn't let me sit there for 2 years. One? Maybe. But definitely not two.

And how funny is it that the Sheriff of the town is named Whipple. Wasn't that the guy in the "Don't Squeeze the Charmin" commercials? (I just googled Mr. Whipple. He died last November. Sad. I'll think of him everytime I wipe.)

*update*
So I asked the hubby what he thought of this story and what he would have done in this situation. He told me that he would never allow my body to actually fuse into the toilet seat, that's cruel and neglectful. However, he did say that he would not miss any opportunity to take a crap on my lap.

Really...how did I get so lucky?

finding my religion

I'm not a religious person (was raised catholic but do not practice) but I do believe in God and feel his spirit in my own way. In my opinion organized religion is an institution of conditions that makes me feel like shit when I deviate from their set standards. And I really don't enjoy feeling like shit, especially on Sunday.

It's ok if I don't "belong" to a church or have ties to any doctrine of religious beliefs especially when I view them as judgments passed on from those who don't necessarily practice what they preach. Just look at the scandal in the catholic church with all those sickwad priests. I know it's not ALL of them but that pretty much turned me sour especially since the higher ups in the church desperately tried to cover them up. Yeah, that's who I want guiding my moral actions. No thank you.

So, I've decided to come up with a list of my own beliefs (not rules or conditions) for re-inventing my faith in the spirit. I think that's what I'm going to call my new religion: Faith in Spirit.

You're welcome to join. It's open to all. 

Here's what it takes to be a member:

• Be Kind. Be Honest. Be True to Yourself.
  
• Accept others for who they are, don't try to change them.
• Avoid toxic relationships, don't just turn the other cheek, it's ok to end them.
• Smile whenever you see a dog. (Ok so I'm making this one a rule.)
• Give for the sake of giving, not in hopes of receiving.
• Help others who are in need.
• You don't have to love your enemies, save your love for those who deserve it.
• Treat all animals with respect.
• Respect our earth and appreciate nature.
• Realize that money and material things do not equate to personal fulfillment or success. 
• Strive for peace in your heart and home.

No need to worry about going to hell if you:

• Take the Lord's name in vain. Sometimes it's really the only thing that makes you feel better and God loves you and would want you to feel better.
• Have pre-marital sex. What if you never meet the right person and never get married? Should you sacrifice the enjoyment of sharing your God given sexuality? Nooooo. Go have fun. But avoid adultery.
• Indulge (or even over-indulge) in alcoholic beverages. After all, it was Jesus who turned water into wine for all of his faithful followers. (Could you imagine if he were alive today? He'd be the hit of every party.)

You have the right to:

• Make decisions regarding the welfare of your body. You only get one and no one else should govern what you can and can't do with it.
• Pursue your passions in life. Don't ever let anyone else tell you different.
• Leave an unhealthy marriage. You are not a sinner in the eyes of God. You are just human.

That's all I have for right now. I have a bunch more swirling in my head but I have to get some real work done!

This woman..

Dorothy Lucey

Drives me FLIPPIN' NUTS!!! Can't you just do the news without blabbing about your stupid son Nash??? OMG she's sooo irritating. I have to change the channel when she starts going off about her ever lovin' kid or whatever personal dilemma she feels the need to discuss while on the air because she makes my head hurt. It's really too bad because I love Steve and even Jillian but I'd rather have a double root canal without novacaine topped off with a pap smear than listen to this ingratiatingly annoying "news anchor".

HAPPY BIRTHDAY WRIGLEY!!!

Little does he know what's to come!

And here's his big boy photo (that I meant to post earlier)

I also meant to add a little poem on here for Wrigley but it'll have to wait while I take care of the 2.3 gagzillion things I need to do right now. One of them being call the vet because poor Wrigs has been throwing up every morning for 4 days. I've googled his symptoms and what the throw up looks like (yellow foamy bile stuff, sort of like Egg beaters eggs when you pour them into the skillet) and it could be anything from a hungry tummy to stomach cancer. He's lost 8 pounds in a very short time and we thought it was due to his metabolism kicking in but we want to make sure that it's not serious. He's not lethargic or weak but after he throws up he hides his head in my legs and shivers. I love this sweet noodle face soooo much.

my favorite picture

Now I understand why my mom practically shat herself anytime my sister and I played nicely together (in other words, didn't try to decapitate eachother)...


Look at the two of them, gazing longingly into eachothers eyes. This picture melts my heart!!!

But before I get too seepy over here, I must confess that this wasn't a voluntary action on the part of the two beasts. There was some human involvement.













The hubby...
I just happened to come along with the camera at the right time. I still love all three of these fuzzy beasts.

The Dentist

I survived the dentist and all of the drilling but now I have Mary Jo Buttafuoco mouth. Every dentist I've ever been to has been amazed at how many shots of novacaine it takes to get me numb. My body metabolizes the 'caine so quickly because of the heightened level of anxiety that takes over as soon as I sit in the chair. All of this stems from one bad experience years ago when an inexperienced dentist kept on drilling even after I told her I could still feel the drill on the tooth (she had given me several shots of novacaine but they wore off after about 10 minutes). It wasn't until she struck a nerve and I jolted my head back while the drill was still whizzing which sliced the entire left side of the inside of my cheek. The dentist left the room in tears while I remained pretty calm but when she returned I told her that I really wish she would have believed me. I made sure to look as pitiful as I could while spitting up blood and cheek matter into the tiny sink. She was too distraught to complete the job so she asked her partner to finish up. He loaded me up with more shots and nitrous and it was then that I decided to boycott all things dental.

That lasted several years but I was fortunate enough to find another dentist I LOVE in Chicago and now I've found another great one here in S. Cal. I still go back to Chicago for cleanings but I prefer to have any major work done closer to home. So the novacaine is starting to wear off and I can feel some discomfort on the bottom of my jaw even though the filling was on a top tooth. That makes no sense. I'm not supposed to chew on the right side for several hours and I need to avoid extreme hot and cold food/drink. I think the only thing left for me to do is pour a nice glass of room temperature red wine.

And is it just my experience or are all receptionists at dentist's offices named Patty and do all hyginiests look like this?

Time to Bake

I may be going just a tad bit overboard for Wrigley's 2nd birthday extravaganza. Today I'm starting to plan the menu of doggie treats for the goodie bag. So far I've come up with:

• Cranberry Beef Bagel Bites
  
• Apple Cinnamon Pup Tarts
• Oatmeal Carob Chip Cookies

I've got a nightmare dentist appointment in a bit so depending on how I feel after that I may get started on some sample treats.

more golf

We're headed to Newport Beach to watch the Toshiba Classic. It's a gorgeous day and we're hanging in one of the company tents where free food and booze will be flowing down my throat non stop.

We'll be camped near the 16th hole so I may run out and wave from time to time for those of you who are watching on tv. But I hope you'll be doing something else more enjoyable than watching stupid golf on tv.

Lazy Day

Stayed in my pajamas all day...

Finished making party favors and posters for Wrigley's birthday bash...

Watched Tom plant a pear and plum tree as well as three lilac bushes (love the smell of lilacs)...

Fell asleep with Wrigs on the hammock while watching Tom work in the yard...

Found a hidden bag of chocolate coated coffee balls with a vodka center...

Started sipping LemonBerrytinis at 3:30 while watching golf with Tom...

Getting ready to cook chicken/veggie kabobs on the grill, eat outside while listening to some new tunes, and sip our 'tinis...(yep, still in my jammies)

Pink Pawed Chum

This is what I woke up to this morning...


Chumley's mysterious pink paws

He was so pissed at me for trying to take a look at them but I wouldn't give up.

Pink Paw Pursuit

He actually bit me on the top of the head when I tried to get close. He even had some pink on one of his arms and a streak on his fluffy white belly. He was FURIOUS when I tried to look at that. I had to use both hands so I wasn't able to capture that face mauling on camera. I have no idea where this pink stuff came from, it's a complete mystery. He's had stuff on his paws before, usually if he gets into candy or cough drops he'll drop them into his water which will then discolor and since he drinks his water with his paws, they'll get stained. But this morning there was nothing in his water. I found some makeup on the bathroom floor that he had knocked over last night, but it was bronzer (which is terra cotta colored, not hot pink!) and a closed lip gloss along with some brushes, so that's not it either.

Quite frankly, I'm paw-zzled.

Gardening 101

I've just spent the last 2 hours in the backyard trimming plants, pulling weeds and picking up poo. Oh how I love it when the wrinkly plastic grocery bag has a slight tear in the bottom and you end up with a fingernail full of poo. I gagged all the way to the kitchen sink. Nasty. And it's even nastier that I washed it off in the kitchen sink.

Anyway, I'm not much of a gardener, (btw, is it gardner or gardener?? both come up ok in spell check-however, "ok" does not. Go figure!) so, when it comes to maintaining a beautiful yard I'm somewhat of a moron. My first real attempt at gardening was back in Minnesota, during those 2 weeks of summer. I spent an entire weekend in the backyard pretending I was some Green Thumb expert pulling and planting all sorts of random green things. I was so excited to surprise Tom so when it was time for the big reveal, anxious with anticipation, I asked him what he thought. He told me, "You did a great job of trimming the weeds and pulling the plants." Kiss my ass. I'm done.

But since living here for the past 5 years, I've discovered that most of the stuff you stick in the ground actually grows so I'm giving it another shot.

Here are some of the things I've discovered about gardening (or associated with the "act of"), here in my own backyard:

-Some of the mushrooms that spring from the earth look like penises. I didn't want to pull them out just for that fact but I also don't want Wrigs to eat them. (And why, or how is it that these mushrooms literally appear overnight?? It's like one minute nothing, and then the next minute I've got Smurf freakin' village for a backyard.)

-These bastards, hurt like a son of a bitch, even when wearing thick garden gloves.

-It's hard to tell a piece of old dog poo from a piece of bark. Always wear your garden gloves.

-I am prejudice. (when it comes to grasshoppers)
I saw this guy sitting quietly in the middle of a plant and thought, "Oh he's cute." But whenever I see a guy like this, I scream bloody murder and hurl my body through the closest door/window.

-Butterflies have creepy crawly spider legs and when one is flying towards your face, it's f*cking scary.

-When cutting out stubborn weeds with that long nose chopper type tool, make sure all electrical cords from outdoor lighting systems are out of the way.

-Bees suck.

-I derive a freakish amount of satisfaction and pleasure when a weed that I've been struggling with finally uproots from compacted earth. I mean, I REALLY get so excited about this that I'm sure it's borderline cuckoo.

Ok gotta head back outside. I'm sure I'll have more to add to this list of backyard discoveries. Sounds like the next craze in reality tv...

LEMONS LEMONS LEMONS!

One lemon, two lemons, three lemons...four.

Five lemons, six lemons...I'm a lemon whore!

I love lemons! Fresh, homegrown lemons, that is. Like these above, plucked this morning from the lemon tree in our backyard. I use them in everything: to flavor fish, salads, yogurt and of course atop of big chilled glass of freshly brewed sun tea. And they are a must have in cocktails. Love them in vodka/sodas and also in my famous Lemon-Berrytini. And when you've sucked them dry of juice use them to scrub down the sink then toss them into the disposal for a citrus cleansing. We've got quite a few big ones this year so I'd like to make Lady Bird Johnson's famous lemon cake. Here's the recipe.

We also have an over abundance of oranges. Could be from all the rain? And our peach tree is already in full bloom. Every day I see a new little nub sproutin'.

Last year we planted two grape vines (a red and a white) but they're not quite grapey yet. I guess growing grapes is somewhat of an art form. Probably why wine tastes so damn good!

I'm also revamping the vegetable garden. Last season (which is really year round) I went a bit overboard with too many different types of veggies and half of them went to the birds. So now I'm going to stick with the basics: tomatoes, a few varieties of peppers, green beans and of course a kick ass herb garden. Gotta love the herbs. Except for cilantro. YACK!

I wonder what herb helps with sinus headaches? Must. Plant. Now.

Well trained Wrigs

This morning I'm in the backyard with Wrigs, enjoying a latte while he runs around like a spaz with a giant stick in his mouth. I hear my neighbor outside on the other side of the wall with her Golden, Lola. Wrigs is running towards me with his monster stick and then my neighbor yells, "SIT!" (to her dog). Wrigs stops suddenly, drops the stick out of his mouth and immediately sits down. Then he just stares at me. Does he think I threw my voice over the wall? Then a few minutes later he does his business in Pooh Corner and starts heading back towards me. Then my neighbor says, "Lola STAY!" and Wrigs freezes in motion, glancing from side to side. I spit out my latte laughing at this big, goofy (yet well trained) lug of a dog.

Oh and while this was taking place I felt a tingling sensation on my left nipple so I looked down my shirt and saw a teeny ant circling my areola. Though pleasant, I had to flick him (or her) away. Teeny tiny perv.

Where's the Edit button?

Quick story from yesterday...

When I got to work I was told that my boss was in the hospital and may have to undergo emergency back surgery. We had a lot of business to take care of (especially if the surgery was going to happen) so we had to have a meeting in his hospital room. So I drive to the hospital, (it's right off the coast in Newport Beach and it's more like a spa/resort) grab some coffee at the Zen cafe then make my way towards the patient elevators.

As I approach, the doors of one elevator bank start to close so I sprint over and stick my arm through about an inch, then get scared and quickly pull back. A doctor walks up and says, "Nice try." I told him, "I was afraid it would chop off my arm but I guess I'm in the right place if it did. I probably wouldn't need to call 911." He said, "No you wouldn't, a few screams is all it would take." We shared a chuckle, then as another door opened we went in along with two elevator maintenance men. They said that as long as your arm extends passed the metal part of the door and hits the inside part where the beams transmit, the doors would re-open. I told them I just got spooked but next time, "I'll be tough and won't pull-out prematurely." Yep, those were my choice of words. I was the first to exit the elevator and as soon as I did, they broke out in laughter.

Dirty minded pervs.

God Help Us

I won't post the story or any images about that F*CK WAD Marine who killed the crying puppy in Iraq. I am physically sick right now and feel that I might throw up after reading this story so I need to cut this short. Get these GUYS OUT OF THERE AND GET THEM THE MENTAL COUNSELING THEY NEED POSSIBLY FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES DUE TO THIS CLUSTER F*CK OF A WAR!!! And maybe this guy was mentally screwed up to begin with, but what he's endured over the last several years has not helped his or any one else's state of reality. If they don't get the help they need and DESERVE once they return home, we'll be fighting a different kind of war on our very own soil.

The Oprah class...

...was a big fat bust.

It's no surprise since there were close to half a million people logged on from 139 different countries across the globe. I thought maybe it was just my slow ass computer but both my sister and Mindy had issues with their computers freezing up too. My sister was on speaker and every so often you'd hear a "F*ck!" out of the phone as Mindy and I were IMing our frustrations back and forth. Here this course is supposed to help you find that path to spiritual enlightenment and inner peace but it left me clenched and foul mouthed. After several frustrating moments I finally had to "open apple, option, esc" in order to close out of the program, but my computer was piping hot and the program would not force quit. Then it started to make this loud whizzing sound before the whole thing went black and lost power. It was anything but spiritual.

Perhaps Oprah should shelve this "New Earth" concept for a while and offer those who were ready to smash their computers to smithereens, a course on Anger Management. I'm thinking there's more of a need for that right about now.

Note to self

Never lotion your feet with Shea butter foot cream, put on a pair of strappy wedge sandals, and then take your galloping 80 lb dog for a trip to Pet Smart. Never, ever, ever EVER do that again!

I have much more to post today, but first I must tend to a wounded bum.

***(I have absolutely NO IDEA how the picture above started to move but I LOVE it! When I downloaded it to my desktop it was a still image but after it posted on here it became animated! So cool! Ok, I really need to ice my arse.)

The Big Give

Did anybody watch this last night on ABC?? WOW. LOVED it. Finally, a reality show with a purpose and positive message!! I asked Tom if he could perhaps deviate from the Golf Channel to watch this show with me. He obliged but said he wasn't thrilled about another Oprah show. I told him to just give it a try and that the reviews for this show have been extremely positive and that you can't watch it with a dry eye. Tom informed me that there would be NO WAY he would shed a tear over this show.

He held his ground until...

The mother and her two twin toddlers sent their balloon messages to Daddy in heaven. Awwww f*ck. We both just lost it. Tom didn't even fight the tear that trickled down his cheek. He just let it go and said, "You got me."

We're both totally hooked on this show. We thought all the contestants were amazing except for two. The blond crazy haired chick, she was OBNOXIOUS and seems to be a bit of a time bomb. I have a feeling she's going to have some sort of mental explosion on this show. Just you wait. And then the other person was the lady in the wheelchair. I hate to identify her by the wheelchair but oh well, it's easier than describing her physical attributes and then saying and by the way she's the one sitting down all the time. She was way too bossy and didn't give her partner much chance for input and ideas. And I know a lot of this has to do with how the show's edited and the image the producers want to portray but from the snippets shown, she seemed controlling and combative and needs to back the hell down for the next challenge(s). Without even watching next week's episode my prediction (and hope) is that one of these two gets the boot.

For those who tend to think that this show is preying on the tragedies of helpless victims or highlighting the struggles of those less fortunate for ratings, I have to disagree. There is so much good that comes out of this show for people who need the "good" in their lives (just like Extreme Home Makeover). It's more about the message it sends to everyday people watching who can then apply this to their own lives and recognize that need in others. And it's not about karma-we shouldn't think about "what's in it for us" when it comes to helping others. Why not act on instinct? You see a need, react...without expecting anything in return (other than a happy heart.)

It's a simple concept. I hope one day this world figures it out.

Chumley burped

This morning Chumley let out a monster belch (for a cat), with cheeks puffed up and all. Right afterwards he looked at me like, "So? What the hell?! You do it ALL the time." He's right.

I only wish I had it on video. But I did find this gem on youtube to tie you over until Chum's next big one.

(*make sure you pay attention :24 seconds into it. It's the best part.)