Name: bdogg_mcgee

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6.27.2007,6/27/2007 09:29:00 PM
For My Husband
And for all you other Transformers Geeks Fans out there:

Credit: Cartoon Brew
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,6/27/2007 08:46:00 PM
This afternoon, I went to my physical therapy session for the next-to-last time. I'm not healed by any means--I still have quite a ways to go, but I feel like my boss at work is starting to get tired of me leaving 45 minutes to an hour early two days a week, and frankly, I'm tired of it too. Water aerobics was a big bust, because even though I got a good workout from it, my leg hurt so much afterwards that I had to take Vicodin and a muscle relaxer before I went to bed.

All of this has contributed to my extremely grumpy mood over the past two weeks. Grr.

So, to get back on track with this post, I went to physical therapy tonight. They have an intern there at the moment who is a student at physical therapy school, and so things are running a bit slower than usual. No big deal--I got into my little "room," which is essentially a curtained-off exam table, and began my treatment, consisting of ultrasound on my hip and shoulders, and massage done by the student physical therapist.

Since the physical therapy areas are curtained off, you can usually hear the conversations that go on in the next cubicle. Today I heard things coming out of this one woman's mouth that astounded me. Here are some snippets of her conversation--I am not making this up, and THESE ARE NOT MY WORDS. I am just putting them here because I simply had to preserve for posterity the insanity of this woman, because I cannot fathom that there are people who actually think this way in this world. She probably thinks that Ann Coulter is a brilliant political commentator.

Crazy Lady on Illegal Immigration:
"These people don't believe in God. These people don't believe in America. I think they should all be deported. I've already talked to my Senator at least twice on this."

Crazy Lady on Hillary Clinton:
"That woman is a snake-oil salesman. I would be very disappointed in this country if there were people out there who would actually vote for her. That's very disheartening."

Crazy Lady on Socialized Medicine:
"You know, in Scotland, if you go to the dentist and have a cavity, they just pull your tooth. They don't give you a filling. They don't do teeth cleanings. That's why those people have such bad teeth. I mean, you've seen them! Their teeth are all yellow!"

I couldn't listen any more after that. At some point during her tirade I looked up at the student physical therapist and was like, "What the fuck is this woman thinking?"

I saw her in the lobby a bit later--a thin, semi-older woman, probably late 40's to mid 50's, wearing shorts and a tank top, with a Western-themed fleece blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

Crazy, I tell you. That woman was in-sane.
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6.24.2007,6/24/2007 01:59:00 AM
For the Puppy Monster

Yesterday, a terrible thing happened to a fellow Blogger. NYC Watchdog lost his son, Puppy Monster, in a tragic accident.

I can't say it better than Avi, who is a good friend of Poppy, and whose blog I lurk around and read from time to time.

"We can't be there to hug him, and we can't be there to support him physically, but we can show how the blog world can come together and help someone who needs it."

Click on his link and read the post. If you can, donate. If not, say a little prayer for the Puppy Monster and his family, who are dealing with this horrible loss.
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6.23.2007,6/23/2007 10:45:00 AM
My VisualDNA
I've been perusing different blogs today, and I came across this.

Don't know why I haven't done this before, because it's awesome!

Read my VisualDNA Get your own VisualDNA™
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6.20.2007,6/20/2007 06:52:00 PM
Updated Truth Truth Lie: Kid with a Death Wish Edition
Welcome to the first ever edition of Truth Truth Lie. I decided to do one of these in keeping with the True Confessions thing I've got going on.

Everyone is welcome to speculate on which two statements about my childhood are true, and which one is a lie.

More confessions to come!

Truth or Lie: Here's the result!

When I was 2, I drank the neighbor kid's wart medicine and had to have my stomach pumped.

100% true. Apparently I bit a huge chunk out of the ER doctor's finger too.

When I was 3, I ate an entire bottle of Flintstones Vitamins and my Mom had to force-feed me Ipecac to throw them up.

Again, true. This is one of the first memories I remember in vivid detail. I climbed up onto the counter, opened the cabinet above the refrigerator, and sat on the front porch with my water bottle (which was a thoroughly washed Aunt Jemima syrup bottle) and chowed down on the entire bottle. Then my Mom saw what I did and freaked out, and, well, I won't go into the gory details of the Ipecac.

When I was 7, I broke my left pinky finger when my brother dared me to grab the tiny piece of cheese our Mom had put on a rat trap.

Lie, a dirty, dirty lie. I love cheese, but not that much!

Thanks for playing!!!
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,6/20/2007 12:00:00 AM
True Confessions: Part One of Many......
For Christmas, I received the book No One Cares What you Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for your Blog. One writing prompt talks about 'fessing up to your failures--what are you bad at? I figured, what the hell, I'll give it a go. I guess one failure is the fact that I've had this book for six damn months and have been too lazy to even use one of the prompt ideas.

All right, then. Number One on Bdogg's list of Things She's Bad at (in no particular order): I'm laaaaaazy. Actually. I have to rethink that, because I'm very good at being lazy. The laziness itself is the bad thing.

My house is in a pretty constant state of disarray. I have this HUGE closet, and you know where most of my clothes are located? In a pile on the dresser. How f-ed up is that? DH and I root through the pile every morning, find what we want to wear, and throw it in the dryer. I try my hardest NOT to iron. Ever. The tried-and-true wet washcloth thrown in the dryer with the clothes works just fine for me, thankyouverymuch.

For the most part, the kitchen countertops are semi-clean. But we always have dishes in the sink. I have a really nice Calphalon pan that I cooked a stir fry in a while back and it scorched. Thinking, "I'll let the scorched bits soak," I ran water in it with every intention of scrubbing the black off the bottom of the pan. To my benefit, I did rinse off all remnants of the stir fry. I'm not THAT much of a slob, people.

But that pan? Still sitting in the sink. I got about 75% of the scorchiness off, but that last 25% I just can't seem to scrub off, no matter how much elbow grease I put into it. Not that I put that much effort into it. Because I'm laaaaaaazy.

We've been living in this house since mid-February, and I still haven't unpacked my books. The only reason I even found the book I mentioned above is because I was relocating boxes that we weren't using to various closets in an unfinished attempt to get the 2nd guest room put together, and this book was in a box I randomly opened. I think part of the reason I haven't unpacked the books is because our office still has work that needs to be done, like laying down wood flooring that's still at my parents' house in Houston, and I really hate our Target bookcases and want to construct some built-ins, but, honestly, I don't think that will ever happen, because I'm too damn lazy to get up off my ass and DO something! So what do you think? Should I just go ahead and unpack the books, or wait? I really don't know of anything I need in the boxes--I check out library books with abandon, and I still have at least 10 Sunfire romance novels to read that didn't get packed up. That should tide me over, right?

Do other people live this way, or is it just me? I know that Poppy is messy because she told me(and I believe her,) but I have gone through life with people saying, "Yeah, I'm messy too," and their idea of messy is one sock on the floor. And the funny thing is, I don't WANT to be messy! I want a clean, orderly house. But I can't do it.

Because I'm lazy.

One confession down. Five gazillion to go. : )


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6.05.2007,6/05/2007 09:01:00 PM
Note to Self: Buy Water Socks and a Big Beach Towel
Tonight, I participated in a water aerobics class at my local community pool. Now, I know that everyone says water aerobics is a deceptive form of exercise, but I thought, "It can't be THAT bad, right?"


Everyone was really nice, which was a good start to the class. I wasn't nearly as self-conscious being out there in my swimsuit like I thought I'd be. We all got into the pool and started walking around the lazy river (which, btw, is so NOT an apt description,) and did some laps.

Then the torture began.

For 45 minutes we ran/walked, skipped, did leg lifts and crab walked with and against the current. I felt like my legs were going to fall off, and my feet kinda got scraped up from the bottom of the pool. Not to mention that I had a difficult time controlling where I was going in the not-so-lazy-river and kept bumping into the walls.

Afterward, we ventured to the still area and did some ab work for fifteen minutes, and when class was over, I wondered why everyone walked back into the lazy river back to the stairs to exit the pool instead of using the ladders on the side. See, the Bdogg isn't too bright sometimes.

Getting out of that pool, I felt like I weighed 400 lbs. And my right leg was really sore!

The best part was trying to dry off with this poor excuse for a bath towel that I'd brought with me. It was soaked within seconds, and trying to put on a t-shirt and yoga pants when you're still wet is a challenge in itself!

Is it obvious that I was horribly unprepared???

I still had fun though, and am going to refill my muscle relaxers tomorrow.
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,6/05/2007 08:17:00 AM
It's been a while since I've done some quizzes. Crag did one I thought I'd steal, which led to a quiz site I'd never seen before, so I'm going to do several!!!

But I hate bananas.....

bdogg --


Like in nature to a banana peel

'How will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

You are Cleopatra

Beautiful and Charming. You are able to persuade anyone to do anything you would like, because of your hotness and charisma. You are an expert in gaining power over anyone you choose.

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

Ha! This next one is good...

Bdoggmcgee's Random Movie Quote:

'I am so hungry. I'm gonna eat, like, 20 of those burgers, man.'

- Harold, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com

It's like they've been snooping into my bookcases...

Bdoggmcgee's Reason for Travelling Back in Time:

To become a monk in the 13th Century

Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com
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6.04.2007,6/04/2007 08:57:00 PM
Tonight, I decided to make hummus for dinner. As I opened the cans of chickpeas to rinse and drain, the new kitty started going CRAZY. She was right by my feet the entire time, meowing loudly.

I thought, "Maybe she wants a treat," so I threw the treat bag to DH and he tried to distract her with yummy treats. No luck.

I put more food in the food bowl, but alas, it was to no avail. I kept thinking, "Surely she doesn't want a chickpea!"

I took a still-whole chickpea out of the food processor and set it on the floor in front of the girl, who promptly gobbled it up.

I stood there in shock watching her eat it, then politely ask for another one. I complied.

Of course, BlackJack and Kino were all, "Hey, whatcha got there?" They tried to hone in on her bounty, but the minute they sniffed it, they turned up their noses.

Who ever heard of a cat eating a chickpea??? Cat owners, do your furry children like to eat strange things? What are they?

BTW, the hummus turned out divinely. I served it sprinkled with paprika and drizzled with olive oil, and scooped up the creamy goodness with flatbread. Yum!!
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6.02.2007,6/02/2007 11:50:00 PM
You Know You're a DINK*** When...
You have your in-laws over to your house. In this party is a 14-month-old boy. Said boy gets hold of your remote control. Alternately pushing it on the floor (CAR!) and holding it to his ear (PHONE!) you all think it's super-cute.

Fast forward several hours. The in-laws have left, and you're running around the house frantically looking for your remote control. Because dammit, how are you going to watch all the great shows you've TiVoed on your 42-inch HDTV if you can't find that stinkin' remote?

After searching high and low, under couch cushions and in the toilet, you find it inside the tunnel of the cat tree. Isn't that the most logical place for a remote control???

To a 14-month-old boy, the answer is yes.

***DINK stands for Dual Income, No Kids. That's us.
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