Where oh where could my combination lock be? It’s in none of the usual places, and none of the unusual ones either. How provoking.
Guildenstern is just sleeping.
I love white dogs.
Truth be told, it’s very rare that I meet a dog I don’t like. But white dogs occupy an extra-special space in my heart. Right next to the extra-special places reserved for bloodhounds, sporty-looking sighthounds, roly-poly puppies of any variety, most any member of the mastiff family, poodles, and English pointers. My parents’ dog, Guildenstern, has an extra-special spot of his own too. How could he not?
What a babe. Ten bucks says he’s asleep right now! He spends his waking hours devising new ways to be cute. Unsurprisingly, he’s got my parents wrapped around his little dew claw. Speaking of Gil, here’s a droll e-mail my mother sent me about an encounter on a recent walk:
… a little girl shouted, “Daddy, Daddy, look at that gorgeous dog!” According to your father, Gil blushed, but I wouldn’t put too much faith in that part of the story.
If at first you don’t succeed…
– try, try, try, try again and again and again and again. But try harder next time!
Do you like my new cow skull? It’s hung in the living room over the couch. I painted it so it would look less like it belongs on a ranch, but I’m not sure my Harlequin-inspired makeover was actually much of an improvement. Could I have picked a worse colour scheme? It looks as though Easter threw up on it. It would look fantastic in a nursery though. Maybe I’ll hang it over the puppy’s bed when I get him in the fall. Of course it might give him little puppy-sized nightmares…
A hot babe in a state of partial undress has the favorable effect of distracting the eye from my latest failure in interior decoration though, non?
I’ve had this flexible, waterproof keyboard for ages, but it finally bit the dust. How provoking! It looked good while it lasted, but it was a bit hard to type on. Its replacement is more functional without sacrificing any of the cute:
In the fall I’m buying a puppy! Last summer I went to a dog show in Welland to meet the breeder and her (beautiful) dogs. My application to purchase was approved a few weeks ago and I couldn’t be more excited. Or more impatient! The end of the wait is hoving into view at long last though. Hallelujah, y’all!
The breeder can’t guarantee the gender for obvious reasons, but I’m hoping for a boy. Got any great ideas for names? Here are some I’ve been thinking of:
Speaking of Guildenstern, here’s a diptych from a few weeks back. I babysat him while my parents were on vacation. He moped something awful, and my parents missed him too — they e-mailed every night to ask after him. They’re crazy about him, and he’s got them wrapped around his little dew claw!
I can’t believe I survived the last few weeks of classes! Hallelujah, y’all!
I had a good workout in an eerily quiet gym this afternoon. I liked having all the equipment to myself because I’m greedy! But I missed the hustle and bustle and the noise and the energy and the eye candy.
My best friend took these pictures for me this afternoon (thank you again Charlie!). Please humour me by telling me that you can see some pec separation in the last one! I swear it’s right there in the middle! Now if only I had the matching shoulders, arms, back, legs… I really want to get bigger! And stronger! I want it all! I mentioned that I’m greedy, right?
This afternoon I’m going to watch the hockey game at a friend’s house. I just finished baking a dozen scones to civilize the occasion a little! I’m not much of a hockey fan and I’ve somehow managed to miss the Olympics entirely up to this point. I’m not actually sure which teams are playing this afternoon…? I’d probably be more interested if the athletes competed naked as they did in ancient Greece!
This is (yet another!) new recipe. They look good and smell awfully tempting but I can’t fit one into my diet today so I’ll have to report back on how my friends like them. I hope they’re okay!
Tonight I watched Julie and Julia — that movie about the woman who blogs about cooking every recipe in Julia Child’s cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking. When the movie was first released I read about all the work that went into the food styling on the set here, on MattBites. Such an interesting read! And the food — all of it — looked amazing. By the end of the movie I wanted nothing more than to eat mountains of rich, decadent French food. Not conducive to dieting success! Hence the title of today’s post: Self Sabotage.
That said, the diet continues to tick along quite nicely. I’ve lost just enough weight that none of my clothes fit me properly any longer. A little awesome, a little not awesome.
Still, as I promised in my last post about dieting, I’ve been trying one new recipe per week in an attempt to broaden my repertoire. So far I’ve tried tandoori chicken, jerk chicken, and (rather unimaginative) chicken skewers. I was planning to document my efforts in photographs but I can’t seem to make chicken look photogenic. I’m no food stylist! Still, I can make a bowl of edamame look pretty appealing. I could go for some right now!
