Shut the Front Door

More awesomeness from other blogs.  This one brought to you by Tom and Lorenzo.  They originally started writing commentary about Project Runway, but have expanded to other TV shows (The Fashion Show, Lost, The Killing, Walking Dead, Mad Men) and fashion.  One of today's posts was on Christian Louboutin's Fall collection.

The majority of the shoes were amazing and I would love to have a pair, and of course, there were the requisite "high fashion" types that you would see Lady Gaga or Rihanna wearing.  Anyway, one of the last pairs were these beauties:

Source

First response was WTF, but then they kind of grow on you.  I think it's because they look like dog or cat paws and I love dogs!  They are crazy and I would never wear them, but I love the idea of them.  It makes me smile, perhaps one of those crazy lady smiles.

Soft

I'm going to Vegas in a few weeks with the intention of only doing the following: gambling, eating, sleeping, drinking, and laying out at the pool.  Except for the last one, I'm completely prepared for those activities.  As for laying out, I've gotten soft.  I've lost the definition in my abdomen.  I blame it all on lacrosse season.  I've been so busy every night that I haven't been to the gym in who knows how long.  I miss just running and lifting weights.  I never thought I would say that.

I think I've done a good job maintaining my weight with my horrible mid-season eating habits, but I want to get my definition back before I leave.  I think that means doing crunches and ab exercises when I get home from reffing.  I don't really believe that will help because we all know it's a combination of cardio and weights and you can't spot reduce.  I'm still going to try.  I can't stop officiating because that supplements the first activity in my list.

*Face palm*

Sigh, I just want to choke the hubster sometimes.  His inattention to detail is driving me nuts.  On Wednesday night, he tells me we are out of milk.  We rarely ever run out of milk because the hubster loves cereal.  So I was a little upset because there would be no milk for my morning coffee.  Anyway, after dinner last night, I tell Brock there's still no milk to go with a piece of cake I wanted to eat and for my morning coffee.  He says I thought you were going to get it.  I reply "You want me to go get milk when I work all day and ref all night and don't get home until 9 pm most nights while you did almost nothing today (He did get his passenger side window replaced)."

He promised to get milk last night which he did, BUT he didn't scan his Kroger card and ended up paying $4 for a gallon of milk when it should have cost $2.50.  !@#@!#@  Ok, maybe an overreaction on my part, but come on!  If you didn't bring the card in, then go out to the fucking car and get it.  He went to the store after midnight.  I'm pretty sure there was no line.  I woke him up this morning to yell at him about it since he left the receipt right by the coffee machine.  He fed me some BS story that the cashier scanned in another one for him which she could have, but that still doesn't excuse that he wasn't watching the register as things were being rung up.  I mean he bought 2 half gallons of milk, bananas and parsley.  It doesn't take a lot of mental acuity to add those items up.

It's such a little thing, but I'm still mad about it.

I miss Jomer

Jomer was my very first dog.  A big beautiful Basset Hound.  He was a stinky little sucker, but I loved him.  He passed away a month after I moved out to Ohio.  I don't think I've ever cried so much in my life.  Shortly after Jomer passed, I got Egg Roll and I fell in love all over again.  I renewed my love for Bassets while reading Pioneer Woman.  She posts pictures of her Basset Charlie and her most recent addition, Walter.  It really makes me wish I had a house with an enclosed yard so I could have 10 dogs.  She recently made a post about 50 Bassets Running and I had click the link.  Here is one of the pictures that most reminds me of Jomer.

Source: 50 Bassets Running

Of course, I don't think Jomer ever ran in his lifetime.  I do feel I wasn't the best parent for Jomer and that my mom did the majority of work.  My whole family misses him.  I think he was the first pet that was treated as part of the family.  I have many fond memories of Jomer and wish that Egg Roll and Red could have their older brother.

Dog picture of the day

Look how happy she is! I have no idea why, but she's too cute.