Deep Thoughts with Alli G

Do you ever think how weird it is that you are where you are? Like, did your life turn out how you thought it would? Are you just amazed at where you are now? Sometimes, I'll be walking through the house and start to think about this. How wonderfully lucky I am to have met Doogles and all of my awesome buddies and to be living such a happy life. And how life changes so quickly! I mean, just 5 years ago, I was graduating from UK without a clue as to where life would take me. And now, here I am in WW hanging out with my little family, working my little job, living life. I don't know, maybe I'm just a nerd for thinking about these things, but it just blows my mind.

Happy Blogiversary!

Today is the 1-year anniversary of my blog. I can't believe it. One year! Time flies when you're writing about the goofy stuff that happens in your life. On my very first blog, I had a picture of baby Flash, so it is only fitting that this blog have a toddler picture of Flashy. My, how he's grown. But really, the baby Flash picture from last year is misleading, because at that point, the child was already 1 year old. I guess I just posted that picture because it was the cutest one I had on my pomcuter (as Dilly used to call it).

Dilly got a new ride! Look out, citizens of Dwarf, Dilly is on the loose. He is driving a stick shift. I hope he is better at it than I was when I first got my car. Good Lord. Remember when I peeled rubbed through the McDonald's drive-thru? Oh, I bet they thought I was a nut. See, the drive-thru was on the tiniest incline...yet, it was enough of an incline to make me spin my wheels and peel out. How embarrasing! It was on the way to the damn pick-up window, so I still had to face the people. If I hadn't of paid, I would've just left. First gear on an incline, gotta love a stick shift.

Speaking of new cars and stick shifts, wouldn't it be grand to own an automatic? I've been thinking about it lately. Perhaps Doug's obsession with cars has rubbed off on me. I just can't find it in my heart to get rid of Betty Blue, though. She is so perfect...tell me again, why did I get a stick shift when I bought her? She has seat warmers, 6-disc CD player, sunroof, tinted windows, leather seats, she is the perfect shade of blue, oh yeah, and she's ALL MINE! Completely paid for. I guess I'll just keep the ole gal. Maybe someday I'll have an automatic. And maybe it'll look like this:

I Miss My Uncle Charles, Y'all

When I was in 6th grade, The Bone Thugs in Harmony were popular. Remember those dudes? They all had names with "Bone" in them...like the Spice Girls were each a different spice (i.e., Baby Spice, Ginger Spice, Sporty Spice), The Bone Thugs were different types of bones: Crazy Bone, Busy Bone, Lazy Bone (pretty thuggish, right?). So, anyway, The Bone Thugs had a song, "Cross Roads." In this tune, there was a lyric that went, "Why'd they kill my dog? Damn, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all." I thought the translation was literal, that someone really killed the dude's dog. "Man, that is jacked up. Why would someone kill a feller's ole dog?" I thought to my 6th grade self. Later in life it was made known to me that "dog" was a slang term for "friend." Makes more sense, I guess. Though, I'd be equally afraid of a gang who went around killing fellers' dogs.

***Upon a quick google search, the name of the group is actually Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, and there's even a member named Flesh-n-Bone. Pretty wicked.

In a Box

Codar is like a cat. He sleeps all day (even napping in boxes), and when he wakes up, it is only to eat or potty.

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We're off to see the Beetle, the Wonderful Beetle of Dwarf!

13 days until I'm vacationing in sunny Dwarf! Woo-hoo! So excited. I cannot wait to hang with the Beetle. It is going to be so much fun. What are we going to do? Hit her favorite hot spots: Pizza Hut, Wal-Mart, JC Penney. Oh yeah! It's going to be awesome. She'll show me all of her crafts. We'll look at the flood damage. And hopefully Barksdale will not die while I am there. I don't know if I'll be able to handle the mourning of the entire Cornett bunch when the dog goes to Heaven. My mother called me last night and said that Beetle thought Barks was a goner last night. Poor ole feller. He'll probably outlive us all. It'll be a sad day in D-town when Barksy is pushing up daisies.

It feels amazing outside! I am hanging on the hammock, you know how I do, and I never want to leave! Can't it feel like this year round (with the exception of the week of Christmas; it has to snow the week of Christmas). You know, it's only 183 days til Christmas. I bought the first Christmas present yesterday morning. The present probably won't last til Christmas. I'll give it to the rightful owner sooner than that, I bet. That's the only drawback to buying presents early--you always want to give them to the recipient immediately. Oh well, Christmas is 183 days away, we should be more focused on HALLOWEEN, which is only 127 days away. I have already picked out my costume, have you? You better be at the Halloween Party! I'm talking to YOU!

Oh, and before I forget, last night, we went over to Carol's pool to check out her night blooming cereus. It only blooms for one night of the year. Pretty cool!

Biking With Codar

Is always interesting...

Hide your children, hide your wives, hide your husbands, there's a crazy up in here.

Wiggy Dip

Today, I was faced with a difficult life decision: what flavor of ice cream to get from the Wiggy Dip Mobile ice Cream Parlor at work. I have been thinking on this all week. First, I was going to get butter pecan, a classic, but then I decided to live a little. I ended up getting Buckeyes and Cookies and Cream. Spectacular!! Wiggy Dip should come to the workplace every Thursday!

Bike ride

I pass the gentleman above on my bicycle route. Does he have a name? Doug Bear said he was just referred to as, "The Bulldog." Seems like he'd have a name. Poor guy. I'm going to call him Leonard.

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Happy Fathers Day!

Happy Fathers Day to Doug Bear, the best kitty daddy in the whole wide world! Thank you for staying true to the wedding vows you accepted and scooping the cat box til death do us part. Me and the boyz appreciate that. Thanks for saving Yoshi from the plastic bag ordeal; if I had been here alone, neither me nor Catsquatch would have made it. Thanks for always brushing the kitties, even if the loose fur is used to fashion a beard/eyebrows/mustache for Codar (disgusting). Thank you for growing cat crack, and more importantly, thank you for feeding it to the boys only in the mornings when we are getting ready to leave for work. Thank you for buying Yoshipotamus 3 Reemus rats, even though he annoys the hell out of me with those things (fighting with them on the bed...it does not feel good when a 20 lbs cat socks you in the gut whilst fighting a stuffed rat), he gets an infinite amount of joy from them. Thank you for not telling me until days after the fact that Flash Gordon jumped off the second story roof of the house. Thank you for making sure the idiot cat survived the jump. Thank you for rescuing Bori Cat from the terrible environment he was first in, and for changing his name from Smoky to BC. Thank you for tolerating Mr. Niles even though he hated your cat, Artemis, and BC's brother Ferdinand, forcing us to get rid of both felines. Thank you for wiping away eye boogers...you will have to do this for the human children, too, when that time comes. Thank you for sculpting Flashy into a true bat-destroying machine. Thank you for making hundreds of posters and driving/walking endless hours around WW searching for that silly cat, BC (a quick shout out to the Bishop's neighbor for finding and returning BC back to his family). Thank you for all the snuggles and love you give our 4-legged babies! We love you!

Alli G, basketball champion of WW

That's right, children! Last night I mopped the floor with a couple of gurlz (aka Day-Day & Codar) on the Gastright court. Aaah yeah! I'm the world's greatest. Check out these nerds! Their sweet tears tasted so good!

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Codar finally has a beard

Made of real hair...cat hair.

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Food. I need it. I want it. NOW.

I wonder if in a past life, I was starved, because all I think about in this life is food. The clock had not even struck noon, and I was already thinking about what to have for dinner. When dinner time comes, I'll be thinking about what kind of snacky wacky I can have before bed. Whilst laying in bed, before I start naming my former UK players to drift to la-la land, I will think about what I shall have for breakfast. And this my friends, is why dieting never works for me. I'm a food junky. Is there some kind of rehab I can go to? Is that fat camp?

Because Sam's let me down last night and did not have my Golden Graham's cereal bars, I shall make my own! CHALLENGE! They will be spectacular, I can feel it. And for supper tonight, I'm thinking tortellini and Italian sausages or maybe hamburgers on the grill. Those would be yummy...if I can figure out how to work the grill without blowing my house to smithereens or burning off my eyebrows. Yet another CHALLENGE! Pictures to come (if I survive).

NOTE: "Blow you to smithereens," as uttered by Yosemite Sam: To disinegrate into small fragments by a sudden impact or explosion. "Smithereens" is an Irish word that means "small fragments." The notion of things being blown to smithereens dates from at least the turn of the 19th century. (http://www.phrases.org.uk/meanings/blown-to-smithereens.html)

Get on Your Bike and Ride

Guess what my beautiful Doug Bear did for me today? He bought me a bell for my bike! A bell, a horn, and a cushy seat! He really is the best husband EVER! When I took my cruiser out for a spin today, I was ringing my bell like mad. The only thing that would've made the journey more epic, would've been Queen on the boombox. Shall remedy that tomorrow.

Afternoon treat

Thanks to my good buddy, I had a scrumpdelicious afternoon snack. Rice Krispie treat Fruity Pebble style--awesome!

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Tomorrow is Monday, WTF did my weekend go?

You know, I hate Sundays. Well, not really, but I do hate the feeling of dread that sits in on Sunday night. "Tomorrow is Monday, Allison. Back to waking up at 6:30 in the morning and writing those awesome CSRs and protocols that you love so much." Sunday taunts me.

My flesh isn't as vibrant a shade of red as it was last night. This is good news, folks. How did I manage to get so burned from sitting in the sun for 20 minutes? The Doug Bear doesn't even look like he was in the sun, and he was right beside me the whole time. Curses! I now have a new supply of sunblock, thanks to my darling husband, so I'll be sure to lather up even if going outside for a short period of time.

My free time today was spent on homework and riding my cruiser. Ah yeah, I sure do love my new bike. It has a basket. You should've seen Codar and me bust out of the garage, straight up badness. Me on my purple cruiser, Codar on the Boromir hunter, iPod boombox in the cruiser basket, blasting Led Zep, rolling through the streets of WW like we own the place. Spectacular.

Donut + Cheese + Ham = Cody & Doug's Snack

Tonight was an epic night in snack history for Doug Bear and Codar. Feast your eyes on this nutritious concoction: a grilled ham and cheese sandwich on a glazed donut.

I didn't eat any of this delectable dish, but this quote was uttered after consumption:

"I feel like I can run a marathon now."