well that didn’t take long. the minute i sit down and decide that i have nothing to share, along comes the most challenging yet rewarding role i could throw myself into: fostering.

kev and i have long wanted another greyhound if not for any other reason than to give cooper a height complex. while we can’t exactly afford to have a forevor dog right now we certainly had enough house and love for one. i contacted the greyhound adoption group at the racetrack where we got mollycate and asked if they had any pups that needed a place to hang until that perfect home presented itself. they answered quite emphatically: “Lira”. they explained that Lira, while in mid-race career, became pregnant and had whelped her litter. a couple of her litter were already placed in homes, two of which were in our weekly romp group. they then told me that Lira is a shy girl which literally translates to “we’d be surprised if she didn’t pee on your shoe in terror”. we knew that with a little patience and some wisdom from mollycate that we could give her a nice place to live for a while.

on saturday morning we drove to the racetrack with mollycate to meet our new house guest. Lira came out to us completely non-plussed with us and mollycate. that was until i tried to pet her. she did everything in her power to get away from me. as much as i tried not to i was a little disappointed. i mean, my friends call me the dog whisperer for god’s sake! we chatted with the kennel owners for a while and met some of the other dogs waiting for homes. Lira was still not entirely sure of us. i had a 2:00 p.m. meeting and wanted to get Lira settled at the house so we loaded everyone in the car and drove home.

once we had Lira in the house she panted and shook and even peed on the floor. she still cringes when we try to touch her (which leads me to believe that she had an awful experience with a human) and occassionally whines for attention, but all in all she is settling in well. she mastered stairs within a day, as well as mirrors, windows, and fat ass cats. Lira and mollycate get along famously, chasing each other in circles in the backyard. cooper couldn’t give to flying fricks about the whole situation.

who knows, we might fail at fostering and have to keep this goofy little girl.

that black box thing in your hand better be a treat.

man, i’m worn out. mr. froggy, please take my messages.

this is one of Lira’s puppies, Laura. she is approximately 4 months old

i laugh because you’re stupid

• times brock has thrown up in the past 48 hours: 12
• loud groans i have uttered because i have to clean up cat puke: 12
• pills shoved down brock’s throat: 3
• pills that actually stayed down brock’s throat: 1
• shirts purchased using awesome target card received at christmas: 5
• couches thrown off balcony in old house and hauled to salvation army: 1
• number of nfl games watched on saturday: 1 1/2
• bottles of champagne consumed during nfl games: 1 magnum
• yelling at the top of my voice “NO! NO! NO! go to sleep”: 4
• minutes it took me to give in and let mollycate sleep in the bed: 20
• mollycate: 1; me: 0
• rounds of gunfire heard last night: 2
• length (in minutes) that i stayed up contemplating calling the police: 45

homeownership has it’s benefits; however, as of right now i am having a bit of buyer’s remorse. not because my house isn’t totally awesome and could kick your house’s ass, but because i went from a 2200 square foot condo to a 1300 foot home. i am missing all that open air and closet space. and on top of all of this “coziness” mollycate hates the new house. she hasn’t slept through one night. we finally decided to put her crate (all 4′x4′) of it in our bedroom and she is doing well. the only catch is that i trip over it every single morning trying to get my underwear out of the armoire. i’m looking for a good tranquilizer gun if anyone has an extra just lying around. it’s for me, not the dog.

i will be immersed in puppies and boxes this weekend. my goddoggies, joyful and splendor will be spending a glorious 24 hours with us as mel and britt go to hotlanta. during those 24 hours i will be be sucking on a bottle of jack daniels, packing up the house, and yelling at cooper and splendor to knock it off because it is totally annoying when they run around the house like wild heathens.

we are closing on the new house in less than 10 days. i cannot explain to you how absolutely ecstatic and how miserably stressed i am. during a normal 12 hour waking period i run through no less than three million emotions. “yay! a house!” “holy shit, we have a yard to mow!” “now where am i going to fit all my furniture?” “i hope to christ on a stick that our neighbors aren’t klansmen, or GASP! scientologists!” “holy shit, we don’t have a lawn mower!” just to name a few. if anyone wants to help prevent the inevitable exploding of my head please come by and help us move on the 15th and 16th. your assistance and/or xanax will be greatly appreciated.

i got my first batch of lomo pics developed yesterday and though i’m pretty pleased at their turnout i still have a little ways to go before i master this art.

here are the ones i took with my Lomo ColorSplash:

Blue Coops

It was all yellow.

Jennybean Jelly Bean

and here is one of the pics i took with my lomo Action Sampler…one of the frames came in underexposed, but you get the idea:

Tri Jack City

i didn’t make it to girls’ night as planned for several reasons: a. everyone backed out for different reasons including jenny bean whose idea it was in the first place (i’m not mad, in fact i find it very funny) and b. i had a migraine this afternoon that sent me to bed at 4:30. i woke up somewhere around 9:00 and at a bowl of appley apple jacks and began some work on this site that was long overdue. as i sit here typing i have cooper stretched out at my feet, molly is on the guest bed having puppy dreams and kev is playing his new X-Men playstation game.

one thing i updated was the list of blogs that i read over thar on the left. yes, i said “thar” because isn’t that what a good southern girl says? i mean, it’s either over thar or yonder, so take your pick. anyway, i was sad that i finally had to delete puff pastry’s blog because she shut it down for reasons unknown. i had a good blog relationship with puff and will miss her and her precious little family. i did, however add some new links such as fatback and collards, a true rockstar kickin’ it southern style that makes me laugh uncontrollably, nathan, a guy who writes more about UAB football than i care to read, and solder junkie, a dear friend of mine who we lovingly call “frenchy”. i also added the link to the 88 self absorbed facts about myself in case you want to know about my unhealthy obsession with cheese. i also updated my masthead page to include my most recent works. so check it all out, yo.

derek and brent came over last night to pick up the green couch that i have been trying to pawn off for months. i was at the point of just dragging it behind my car through downtown ‘ham and wherever it came off that is where i would leave it. so big, huge, many thanks to the D Man for coming through and taking that monstrosity of my hands. now i can appropriately dance around my office without banging my knee into unwanted furniture.

kev and i went to see Walk The Line this afternoon and to eat at Johnny Rocket’s. can you believe the poor boy has never eaten there? well, i couldn’t and i certainly wasn’t going to stand for it. Walk The Line would have been more enjoyable if i hadn’t had a screaming migraine but considering the circumstances it was a wonderful movie. and it didn’t hurt that joaquin phoenix is beautiful and i want to suck on that scar/birth mark on his upper lip. i mean, yummy yummy scar goodness. reese witherspoon might as well be made out of lollipops and mint juleps, because this southern girl rocked as june carter cash. and she did all her own vocals to boot. she is the quintessential darling of the silver screen.

here are some pictures i have been meaning to clean off of my camera. most of them have notes so click on them for a better view. yeah!

19 days. nineteen days. n i n e t e e n d a y s. then i will become a puddle of gooey mess in my theatre chair.

sarah has snape, i have the weasley twins.
by the way, a little bird told me that the mcwane center is doing a party for the opening of GoF. sounds pretty awesome, especially if this little bird has anything to do with it.

in other news, spent the weekend babying mollycate. she and cooper were roughhousing and somehow she got a nasty cut under her eye. luckily it missed her eyeball by mere centimeters, but me being the overprotective pet parent i am i took her to the emergency vet on acton road. doctor kilgore was so great. he flushed out the wound, took off the excess skin and sent her home. it looked 100% better this morning, but she will have a scar. well she certainly is not entering any beauty contests.

things that are seriously pissing me off right now:

• the roofers for my condo won’t stop leaving debris all over my deck thus making me get off my lazy ass and actually walk the dogs.
• people who have blogs that are impossible to read. if i didn’t have an astigmatism, i certainly do now
• lost…for the love of a decaying boone, quit with the flashbacks, flash forwards and the fucking flash sideways! get to the damn plot already!
• have i mentioned my ceiling? no? its ruined! including all the clothes in my closet
• the cat has learned how to open the fireplace doors and loves to play in the soot
• menstrual cycles. and you know how much i love to talk about my menstrual cycles.
• that cramp in my leg…yeah, its still there
• still not going to auburn this weekend. sigh.

went out with hemisphere last night. we ate dinner at surin and you guys would be so proud of me…i ate more than just coconut soup! the pot stickies were really good! and no, it’s not that type of pot. i’m a good girl…you know this man! damon showed up an hour late and ate the rest of my soup. what a mooch.

so hemisphere and i were discussing how karma has been kicking my butt as of late. the whole troy thing and then last night while stuffing our faces i see a gaggle of girls standing outside smoking. one of them had a veil on her head and it was apparent that it was a bachelorette party. i recognized one of the girls as being wesley’s (the guy i dated for five years) sister-in-law. the girl with the veil turned around and immediately i got this sinking feeling in my gut. the last time i saw her it was at the plaza and wesley was there and introduced her to me as his girlfriend. put two and two together people.

so yeah, what in the good baby jesus’ name did i do? have i upset the gods? granted, i haven’t paid my tithe and i haven’t even stepped into a church since my wedding but COME ON! this is just mean.

by the way, zach, i noticed that you stole something from me last night and though i don’t want them back (you obviously have more need for an addiction than i) i would like some sort of compensation. i’ll be expecting my teva flip flops via federal express by wednesday.