My Braing

Sometimes, the lyrics to New Kids on the Block songs randomly get stuck in my head. "Please don't go giirrrl. You would ruin my whole wooorrrld. Tell me you'll staaaay. Never ever go awaaay." Does that ever happen to you? Not necessarily NKOTB, but another band from the dark ages or a song you haven't heard in a bazillion years. How on earth do I still remember the lyrics? It's like the night we listened to "Beaver Feaver" from the Angry Beavers, and once the music started, I remembered every word. I didn't even recall there was a second verse until I was singing it. Strange what is stored up there in the dark corners of my braing.

My braing is still on Big Blue. How come I cry every time I see little Jorts? He's just so happy. Here's to hoping his journey doesn't end tonight and he cuts down the net in Houston. What I wouldn't give to be in Houston this weekend! Do you understand the basketball possibilities? UK, Rockets (Pat and Chuck), Rockets vs. Kings (Pat, Chuck, Cousins). Oh well, BG didn't win the lottery for us, so here I sit at 125, watching the game on the tube. It shall be fun anyway. Pizza, friends, and the Wildcats. Last night, I had 3 separate nightmares in which they lost. Nightmares don't come true, right? Just dreams? I also had a dream that Doogie and I got a new kitty. It was a Flash Gordon kitty, but a lighter brown. Maybe I should've categorized that as a dream so not to jinx myself and end up with a fifth cat. Four is too many. Those little brats woke me up this morning. True, I did go to bed last night at 7:30 and it was 8:30 when they woke me, so I shouldn't complain about my 13 hours of sleep, but still...whiskers in face whilst trying to sleep is not fun.

Not fun is doing homework all weekend, which is a quest I'm about to embark upon. I am going to fail my New Media class, children. I am. The other classes, I enjoy and am doing well in, but this one...not so much. Oh well, it'll soon be over cause ya know what, I APPLIED FOR GRADUATION. Woo-hoo! That's right, friends. Hopefully, I'll be walking across that stage come December.

On, on, U of K!

Man, what a game! That was single-handedly the best and biggest game in the last 10 years or so of Kentucky basketball. The boys in blue showed up to play (and so did the Buckeyes), with Jorts, (or Woody, as Mom calls him) leading the way. Such an epic night! Oh, I am still so excited! Games like that don't happen every season, ya know. Even if we would have lost, it would've still been a good one, but WE DIDN'T LOSE, so it was a great one. I say "we" as if I am part of the team...do couch-side cheerleaders count? We're all part of Big Blue Nation, right? Anyway, the game was outstanding, and I hope you watched it. Also, to our Buckeye friend who crossed into enemy territory to watch the game with us, I apologize for the behavior of myself and my husband...the pointing and laughing, the hootin' and hollerin', the many references to Buford the fish, and lastly, the frequent use of the word "chesticles."

Come over Sunday to watch UK pound the Tar Heels and tally the many times I say, "I hate you, Roy Williams." or "Tyler Zeller, you have got to be the ugliest son of a [hush yo mouth] alive!" GO BIG BLUE!!!

Friends

You know what I like? I like my friends. They're good people. They make me laugh when I am sad. They cook me food when I am hungry, or when I'm not hungry but still need double-chocolate brownies. They listen when I need to gripe. I like my friends. Tonight, I had an excellent dinner with a couple of great pals. Good food, nice conversation, great time. Let's do it again.

Again, it is cold. I thought we were over this. I want it to be warm. I need it to be dress weather. I am tired of jeans and frumpy sweaters. It is so cold right now, that Flash and I must snuggle to keep warm. He is cheering for Jimmer, but wishes Jimmer wasn't such a crybaby. Seriously, he has to whine to the refs at every call that doesn't go his way. Annoying. He looks like a beefy Frodo. Still, he is not Chandler Parsons, so we will cheer for him. We are also cheering for San Diego State, to no avail. Ultimately, the thing Flash and I are doing is avoiding that clinical study report sitting on the ottoman. I hate bringing work home.

Happy Anniversary! Tell me who Famous!

In 4 days, Doug Bear and I will celebrate our 6 years of loving each other anniversary. He doesn't celebrate this anniversary anymore since he says the wedding anniversary trumps it (i.e., he's too big of a tightwad to buy me 2 presents), but I do! So, Friday will be a happy day full of love for my Doug Bear. What should we do? A trip to Sam's, perhaps Frisch's? Oh, the possibilities are endless. Of course, we have to make it home by 9:45 to watch the Wildcats take down the Buckeyes. That's right! You heard it here first...I smell an upset!

Will I be upset if the Cats lose? Yes, of course, but at least we won't be getting beat by MOREHEAD. Oh! Haha, that never gets old. I hate the Louisville Cardinals. Children, UK basketball is not good for my health. I'm surprised I've made it this far in life without having some sort of breakdown regarding a basketball game.

Why on earth do I allow myself to get so emotionally involved? I come by it honestly, both my mother and the Beetle are true blue die-hards. It's in my blood. I've been watching the Cats for as long as I can remember. I read this book once, and in it, a character recited the names of famous baseball players as he drifted off to sleep. Since reading that, I've been counting UK ball players rather than sheep. Rex Chapman, Rob Locke, Jack "Goose" Givens, Kenny "Sky" Walker, P-Pat (Patrick Patterson), Nazr Mohammed, Travis Ford, Tony Delk, Jeff Brassow, John Pelphrey, Ritchie Farmer, Andre Riddick, Jamal Mashburn, Gimel Martinez, Cameron Mills, Ravi Moss, Rajon Rondo, Antoine Walker, Thunder & Lightening (Ron Mercer & Derek Anderson). Okay! I'll stop! I'll fill up the whole screen with UK basketball players. Honestly...I've got it bad. I mean really, I even remember their damn nicknames and the games/plays that made them...wait for it...wait for it...LEGENDARY.

The Greyhound Tavern is famous for their fried chicken. I wonder if I'll ever be famous for a food dish. I think those cheesy taters (BFF's recipe) might be on their way to being classified as famous. Maybe my (Beetle's) Orange Sunshine Cake? Or maybe even the Oreo cake (at least to BFF and husband)? I need to find a dish that can be my signature, but what? Doug Bear is mad at me cause I didn't cook tonight. He's in there frying up some taco meat, as I sit here on my butt. Hey! I moved from the couch to the dining room to show my support. *Sigh...I'm a bad housewife. Here the poor dude went to work all day, then to school all night (laaaaaw school even!). And what did I do? I went shopping, then came home and lounged. (In my defense, I bought Doug Bear some new kicks whilst shopping and not a thing for myself!) I'd be mad at me, too. I've got a disease...it's called lazy. I guess I'll have to cook him something good soon so he doesn't divorce me. Any ideas?

Ideas have been lacking lately. I need some creative juice (no, I don't mean booze, though I would happily accept a margarita). How will I ever write/draw my Yoshipotamus and Reemus comic for Doug Bear (I've only drawn 3) if I can't find my mojo? I haven't even been able to update this here blog in forever. It's empty up there, up there in my head. "She's got a head on her like a mongrel cat!" Where did that come from? Stowed away in the abyss...a quote from my high school US History teacher. My braing (as Alvin Bush would say) needs a swift kick in the brain butt. Wake up!!! Get with the program!

So, inspired by my good friend and a concert that I recently attended, I've been looking at programs for sponsoring a child (you know, one of those Sally Struthers deals). After doing a bit of researching (after Doug Bear did a bit of researching), I decided that my resources could be used here in ole CVG. Therefore, I shall be making my monthly contributions to the Children's Home in Covington. First items on the list: hotwheels and Barbies. I am telling you this in hopes to pass along the inspiration. Maybe you'll want to dig $32 out of the couch cushions and help a little dude out. : )

There are things that go bump in the night, and we're the ones who bump back

So, I forgot my school book at work tonight. I brought it to read while walking on the treadmill, but since my head was pounding, I opted to go straight home rather than hitting the gym. I forgot all about my book. Doug says it's my Alli Cat Old Timers kicking it. I guess he's right. I'm forever forgetting or losing something. Why is it so hard for me to focus and remember things? My New Year's Resolution was to be more organized. Epic fail. Oh well, I've had a tremendous headache all day, so maybe it's good that I didn't have to do reading tonight (even though there will be hell to pay tomorrow). Tonight: tacos, plan a trip to Philly, bubble bath, and a movie.

My movie pick is Hellboy. I thought about finishing The Shining, but wanted to go for something a little more...not so creepy. I forgot about ole dude luring baby Hellboy to his arm

s with a Baby Ruth, the same as Chunk with Sloth. Baby Ruths are the best candy bars ever created, you can see why they make everyone happy. I wish I had a Baby Ruth right this instant. It'd make me a bit happier, that's for sure. Maybe I'll just have to settle for a big glass of chocolate milk. Mmm.

Warning: Vulgar blog

"We drank the juice right from the strippers." Even in context of the class discussion, this was unbearable. Uncontrollable giggling ensued. It was as if I was back in high school and Oedipus was on the screen, only Creon pronounced Oedipus, Eed-uh-puss. So freaking hilarious and the laughter could not be stopped. This is why I will never be an adult. I'm just not mature enough to handle such phrases.

I'm practically svelte

I have exercised 3 days in a row, count them 1, 2, 3! I am practically marathon-ready. The only thing that I lack is new shoes. Ya see, my hips hurt after i ralked (walking at a practically running pace...rocked walking) on Tuesday. I thought it was just old age, but S told me that I probably needed to buy new shoes. NEW SHOES! If I knew ralking would put me on the fast track to new shoes, I would've started earlier. I think I need those pretty pink adidas shoes from that one commercial...you know the ones I'm talking about? They're suave.

Suave...I can't really think of a sentence that starts with suave. <---Does that one count? We'll count it! Wow, we're doing a lot of counting tonight. I feel like The Count. "Zey call me zuh Count because I like to count zings. Uh vun, uh two, uh zree. Ah ah ah."

Sesame Street was such a fantastic show; it really blew my toddler mind. Another great puppet show was Eureeka's Castle. Do you remember that one? What was Eureka? I mean, what was her species? There was Magellan, a dragon and Batley, clearly a bat, but what was our leading lady? Oh, the mysteries of life! My favorite part of Eureeka's Castle was when they'd show the claymation with the little slurms--epic. God, TV was so awesome back in the day.

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I Survived

Ladies and gents, I survived the first night back on the treadmill. Yes, I walked 3/4 of the time, but, hey, what do you expect? I've been a couch potato for the past 3 years. Anyhow, as I was telling the Doug Bear, as he was making fun of me (of course, I started it by saying he breathed really loudly whilst running on the treadmill), I was walking uphill the whole time! So, that's something, right. And I almost fell off the treadmill only once. I was trying to text my good friend, T, to tell her that her friend who is always on her phone (even in the library with the lights out hiding behind the door), was on her phone working out. Needless to say, the text wasn't sent. Friends, don't let your friends text and walk (at least if I'm the friend).

A Day in the Life Of

6:15 Alarm goes off...I think. I wouldn't really know, as I didn't wake up until 6:41

6:42 Doze off and have a mini-dream. I can't recall what the dream was about, just know that I had one.

6:45 Wonder if we could get Yoshi's vocal cords snapped...you know, like those little old ladies did to Vincent, the mini- doberman pinscher that Beetle adopted for like a day. (Vincent was suave, he even wiped his feet off on the doormat before proceeding on into the house. But alas, Barksdale Cornett was not a fan of Vincent, so Vinnie had to go.) Anyway, Yoshi has the loudest, most blood-curdling meow ever. Makes my ears bleed. YOW! YOW! FEED ME!

6:52 Finally make it downstairs to the shower. Flash Gordon has snuck into the bathroom, but is now trapped in the "plant nook"(there hasn't been any plants in the plant nook for 2 years). He is terrified that water may accidentally touch him. Oh, Doug Bear is going to have fun giving this little wildcat a bath. He has to get so fresh and so clean for movie night on Saturday.

7:30 Mmmm ham croissandwich.

7:50 Bah! Work sucks. I hate work. Why is it Monday? I hate Mondays! Did I mention, work sucks?

7:53 Start writing.

8:35 Finger nearly severed by stack of paper (paper which contains comments about how badly my report sucks...well, ya know what, reviewer lady, you suck)! Write, write, write.

9:00 Survey my friends and try to find a suitable bubble bath. Kroger bubble bath sucks. Mr. Bubble sucks. Calgone bubble bath sucks. Please, friends, help me with this quandary.

Return to writing.

9:03 Receive reply from K, who suggests margarita-scented bubble bath. Start thinking about margaritas. Good thoughts spoiled by return to writing.

9:12 Receive a gift from a beautiful friend. Earrings! AND a pic of Doogie and I in our awesome Christmas sweaters.

9:13 Write, write, write.

9:35 Kill a gnat. Use hand sanitizer to kill germs from squished gnat. Forget about massive papercut. Oh it burns!!! Write, write, write.

11:19 As the best husband ever, Doug Bear says he has ordered me some new bubble bath. Woo-hoo. *sigh....go back to writing. Write, write, write.

11:30 Finally, it is lunch time. Go check out the free soup and salad bar. Talk of zombies and raptor arms ensues.

12:19 Recommence writing. LDL-C, HDL-C, LDL-C/HDL-C ratio. "Why did you write this?" "What does this mean?" Write, write, and write some more.

3:31 Revisit the topic of margaritas. Daydream about those peach margaritas at El Rio. I haven't tried one yet, I didn't even know there were such wonders, but now that I'm aware, they're all I think about. Mmmmmargaritas! Sadness overwhelms me, as I redirect my thoughts to writing.

4:15 Ask K if she's heard about the peach margaritas. Would she be willing to try one?

4:30 Convince the husband that El Rio is the place to be for supper. Finish up incorporating those nasty comments.

4:35 Laugh at BG as karma hands him a bloody thumb. Nearly pass out when seeing said bloody thumb.

4:52 Leave work! Hooray!

6:20 Arrive at El Rio. Commence to drinking margaritas!!!

7:30: Now I'm back at home. Time to start on homework. Booo! Read, read, read. No fun.

Tomorrow, the game starts again.

Read KSR

Listen, friends, I know you may not be as obsessed with Kentucky basketball as I am, but you should still read the Kentucky Sports Radio blog. It is hilarious. You will love it. Well, you may not love it so much if you are a Louisville fan or a Tennessee fan, but you're smart, so I know you don't cheer for those jerks.

An excerpt from a blog by Thomas Beisner @ KSR:

On a final note, after he made free throws down the stretch in a win over Vanderbilt, Scotty Hopson told reporters, “I’ve got big balls, man.” After shooting 2-10 against UK, I say we dub him Scotty Smallballs. And we make signs. Yes, Scotty Smallballs, it is.

Chef AC

That's right, folks, I actually plan on cooking today. First up on the menu is fruity curry chicken salad. Doug Bear doesn't like my chicken salad, but too bad for him cause I do! Here's the recipe:

• 4 skinless, boneless chicken breast halves, cooked and diced
• 1 stalk celery, chopped
• 4 green onions chopped
• 1/3 cup seedless green grapes, halved
• 1/2 cup toasted, chopped pecans
• 1/8 tsp pepper
• 1/2 tsp curry powder
• 3/4 cup mayo

For dinner, we will have meatloaf. Everybody knows how to make meatloaf, so I won't waste your time with that r

ecipe. I guess I'll break down and make those brussel sprouts, too. I hope they taste good.

Good news everyone, Dunkaroos still exist! I was at Walmart earlier today and saw a box with my own 2 eyes! I didn't buy them, though, 15

years later and they're still too expensive for me! Cartoon movie night is upon us, and I need to start thinking about the menu. I haven't gotten past the entree: chicken nuggets. Doug suggests peanut butter and jelly uncrustables for dessert. That sounds like a winner to me! They look very intriguing, and I have been wanting to try them for quite a while now. I'll have to pick up a box at Sam's when we go for our weekly Friday trip. (Be jealous that Doogie and I have a Friday night ritual that involves perusing the Norwood Sam's Club. Followed by a little trip to Frisch's.)

I miss my Bro

I miss my little brother. Why did he have to grow up? Now he has a girlfriend and has forgotten about his big sister. I wish he would come to NKy and live with me. He could get a job and soon get his own place. I think it would be a fabulous idea for him to get out of Perry Co., more specifically, Hardburly. Now you tell me, would you want to live in a holler named Hardburly? Does it not just sound dreadfully depressing? Please, baby brother, come live with me. Remember how much fun we used to have when you'd come visit? Once when it was raining on our trip, Dilly put on goggles and stuck his head out the window. It was hilarious. Oh, and then, remember when you shut my hand up in the sunroof? Not so hilarious. Or when you and Codar put hot sauce in my Hawaiian punch, also not so hilarious. What about the night you heard the ghost cats? Or what about when I tripped and knocked over your PS2 and broke it and had to buy a new one...again, that one was not so funny. Basically, what I'm saying here is that I miss my baby brother, and I sure wish he missed me.

Netbook

Check me out! I'm writing this blog on my new Netbook! It's totally rad. And red. Yes, I agree, blue is a far superior color, but blue was not available, so I had to settle for red. Anywho, this little toy is so convenient for blog writing. Just stick it in my purse and carry it anywhere. Can write from the bed, the couch, the car. Whatever floats my boat. I do what I want.

I want to take time to remember the story of Alli G and Doug Bear's first encounter. It was St. Patty's Day, 6 years ago. There I sat on the couch in the living room of my college apartment, in my pajamas, watching The

Ten Commandments, thinking Moses was pretty damn hot, and sipping on Satan's sauce and feeling slightly inebriated for the second time that day (it was St. Patty's Day for crying out loud). The phone rings.

L: Let's get wild.

Me: Right on.

L: Buster's?

Me: I'm already feeling it. You come here.

L: On my way.

L comes to booze and we watch Moses and carry on for a few hours.

Enter Hippie Stu and the Mook. Now, these are a couple of clowns. Hippie Stu tries to convince the roommate and I that going camping with him at Red River Gorge and eating mushrooms would be a spectacular idea. We were drunk, but not drunk enough to agree to that! Besides, Hippie Stu was like 40! Anyway, time passes, then ole L gets a call from his buddy Doug Bear, who is bored and looking for some trouble to get into, so L convinces the Dugster to come hang with us.

Enter Doug Bear.

L: This is Doug.

Me: Hi Duuuuug! Doo-dee-doo-dee-doo-dee--doo Doug, that's me! Hahah! Doug Funny! Get it?

Doug: Hi

The evening progresses. The complete Queen Greatest Hits Volume 1 album is sung. Talk of high school band commences.

Doug: I played the sax in band in high school.

Hippie Stu: You know what, man, you try too hard. I'm outta here. Allison, call me.

Me: What?

Aww...isn't it such a romantic first meeting? One to tell our children. Uh...or not.

Breakfast of Champions

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Brussel Sprouts

Well, children, I finally went to the grocery store tonight. Finally. Perhaps Doogie and I will eat at home for a few days, and stay away from Wendy's and Chipotle. Can we do it? Challenge! Also, I'll have you know, I purchased some frozen brussel sprouts. I've never eaten brussel sprouts, so we'll see how this goes. Anyhow, on the menu for the upcoming suppers: Taco salad, Meatloaf, and Chicken cacciatore. Hopefully, I'll manage to cook this before the food rots (I cleaned out the fridge tonight, and do not want to go through such an experience again any time soon).

Soon movie night will be here. Cartoon movie night featuring Aladdin, which I have never viewed, The Lion King, and The Jungle Book. With an karaoke intermission and possibly an episode of Angry Beavers. Doesn't that sound like a spectacular night? It sure will be!

Be excited for Beetle's new line of Christmas ornaments for 2011. She has made some cute little goomers: Penguins, owls, Santys, snowmen. Well, here, check out the video on this kick-ass website: http://studenthome.nku.edu/~jonesa29/index.html

Well, it is bedtime, and Bori Cat needs me to come snuggle. I will part with one final comment on El Pueblo from Dug Bear..."It didn't make me want to vomit." There ya go, BG, another positive for El Pueblo.